[FIC] There are no palm trees in Canada
Title: There are no palm trees in Canada
Pairing: YabuNishi? XD (Yabuki Hayato / Akanishi Jin)
Disclaimer: Not mine
Genre: Crap XD
Rating: PG-15
A/N: paddyabroad annoyed me and as a thank-you I wrote her fic. Not really fic but... Something that maybe satisfies her weird Haya/Jin fetish^^ This was kinda rushed because I only had 45 minutes and was cut off in the end, which explains the abrupt ending. *bows* Now I shall go and pretend I never posted this^^
~*~
This was not going according to plan, Hayato thought as he was standing outside of the airport. Palm trees. There were no palm trees in Canada, were there? Confused, he took a look at the people around him. All of them were wearing t-shirts and shorts... So why had he packed warm clothes only? Hadn’t Ryu mentioned how fucking cold it could get in Canada? It didn’t seem like Ryu to lie about something like that...
Shouldering his duffle back, he called over a taxi. Luckily, he had thought about taking Ryu’s address with him, so when he had gotten into the car, he simply nodded at the driver, handing him the slip with the hastily scribbled letters. The man looked at him strangely, one eyebrow raised.
“Sir, are you sure this address is correct?”
Hayato only nodded. He hadn’t understood a word of what the driver had said, but Tsucchi had advised him to simply go along with whatever those foreigners said, claiming they knew better than Hayato did himself.
“But sir... This says that the street you’re searching for is in Toronto, and-,” the man tried to reason.
Hayato was annoyed. Why couldn’t they just go? Desperately he tried to remember anything from his English lessons. God, the good old days.
“Duraibingu... Shenta!”
The man stared.
Hayato nodded. Hadn’t Ryu said his school was located in the center of the city? Really, now this stupid taxi driver needed his help to find the street. Sighing, he leaned back, not noticing the strange stare he was receiving. I’ll kill Ryu if he doesn’t appreciate this.
~*~
Hours later, Hayato had forgotten all about the incapable driver. Toronto was a fun city. He hadn’t really found Ryu’s school, but there had been this nice old Japanese lady willing to take him in for the night. Not that he would need help from an old obaasan, of course. He could have spent the night at any girl’s apartment if he had wanted to.
But the night was young, and having the security of a place to sleep on his mind, Hayato saw no fault at exploring the Canadian nightlife. No, he had the chance to do so. Once he had found Ryu partying would be out of question. His friend could be such a bore at times.
So here he was, in this little club. The barkeeper was good and even though he wasn’t usually the type to visit clubs like this one, it was alright. He was in another country after all, so why not explore the unknown. It was not like he stood out, dressed in dark denim and an equally dark shirt. Slowly sipping his drink he stood at the bar, observing the room.
Quickly, he found out the center of attention. A bulk of people surrounded a single person who was dancing sensually to the loud beat. Hayato squeezed his eyes. A man? He had to get closer.
Downing the few drops of liquor left in his glass and left it at the counter before making his way through the masses. The pulse of the music felt natural and he started moving without really noticing at first. He had never been much of a dancer, but once again: this was Toronto! Why not have some fun?
He got closer and by now he could clearly make out the dancer. And shit, that man knew how to move. He didn’t look bad either. Maybe not really what Hayato would normally go for - too much faux fur- but neither someone he would refuse if the opportunity should arise. He had what others would call charisma, Hayato thought as he watched the other sway his hips. Sensuality. It felt like waves radiating of that body, hitting him fully and keeping him from leaving. He shouldn’t have chosen the pants he wore. They were getting decidedly too tight from watching alone.
But he stayed, dancing and not taking his eyes of the other’s body, until those dark orbs met his own. And maybe he had drunken a little too much, or maybe it was just the atmosphere or the spur of the moment, but as he stared into those eyes and the music stopped, he felt like he was looking into a mirror. He saw desire in there. Later, that would be his explanation for moving in closer until they were so close, they were practically touching.
“Akanishi Jin,” he heard a quiet murmur before the music set in again and they began moving, moving and creating this wonderful friction.
Hayato glanced at the beautiful man dancing with him through half-lidden eyes. They were touching at the most wonderful places, and Jin didn’t stop rubbing his body against his own, stimulating and teasing him at the same time. “Jin...,” he brought out, not really caring about discretion anymore. It was clear what they both wanted, and so it didn’t surprise him when Jin turned his head and kissed him. There was nothing chaste about it, all tongues battling for dominance and quiet moans swallowed by hungry mouths. And then Jin turned around, distracting himself from the half-embrace they had shared and Hayato could only groan as he felt that ass moving against his denim-clad erection.
Grabbing the other by his shoulders, he turned him around again, desperately wanting to wipe that self-satisfied grin off his face. Blindly, he reached down, grinning as he cupped Jin’s cock through the other’s pants and pleased with the uncontrolled moan he received. He squeezed once again and felt Jin’s head come to rest on his shoulder, right next to his ear. The small puffs of hastily inhaled air that brushed his cheek and quiet sounds of pleasure escaping his partner did their part on him, so when he felt Jin stiffen under him and moan in release he followed without actually having been touched at all.
A few minutes later, a beautiful, panting man in his arms, Hayato couldn’t help but think that Toronto was all kinds of awesome.
Pairing: YabuNishi? XD (Yabuki Hayato / Akanishi Jin)
Disclaimer: Not mine
Genre: Crap XD
Rating: PG-15
A/N: paddyabroad annoyed me and as a thank-you I wrote her fic. Not really fic but... Something that maybe satisfies her weird Haya/Jin fetish^^ This was kinda rushed because I only had 45 minutes and was cut off in the end, which explains the abrupt ending. *bows* Now I shall go and pretend I never posted this^^
~*~
This was not going according to plan, Hayato thought as he was standing outside of the airport. Palm trees. There were no palm trees in Canada, were there? Confused, he took a look at the people around him. All of them were wearing t-shirts and shorts... So why had he packed warm clothes only? Hadn’t Ryu mentioned how fucking cold it could get in Canada? It didn’t seem like Ryu to lie about something like that...
Shouldering his duffle back, he called over a taxi. Luckily, he had thought about taking Ryu’s address with him, so when he had gotten into the car, he simply nodded at the driver, handing him the slip with the hastily scribbled letters. The man looked at him strangely, one eyebrow raised.
“Sir, are you sure this address is correct?”
Hayato only nodded. He hadn’t understood a word of what the driver had said, but Tsucchi had advised him to simply go along with whatever those foreigners said, claiming they knew better than Hayato did himself.
“But sir... This says that the street you’re searching for is in Toronto, and-,” the man tried to reason.
Hayato was annoyed. Why couldn’t they just go? Desperately he tried to remember anything from his English lessons. God, the good old days.
“Duraibingu... Shenta!”
The man stared.
Hayato nodded. Hadn’t Ryu said his school was located in the center of the city? Really, now this stupid taxi driver needed his help to find the street. Sighing, he leaned back, not noticing the strange stare he was receiving. I’ll kill Ryu if he doesn’t appreciate this.
~*~
Hours later, Hayato had forgotten all about the incapable driver. Toronto was a fun city. He hadn’t really found Ryu’s school, but there had been this nice old Japanese lady willing to take him in for the night. Not that he would need help from an old obaasan, of course. He could have spent the night at any girl’s apartment if he had wanted to.
But the night was young, and having the security of a place to sleep on his mind, Hayato saw no fault at exploring the Canadian nightlife. No, he had the chance to do so. Once he had found Ryu partying would be out of question. His friend could be such a bore at times.
So here he was, in this little club. The barkeeper was good and even though he wasn’t usually the type to visit clubs like this one, it was alright. He was in another country after all, so why not explore the unknown. It was not like he stood out, dressed in dark denim and an equally dark shirt. Slowly sipping his drink he stood at the bar, observing the room.
Quickly, he found out the center of attention. A bulk of people surrounded a single person who was dancing sensually to the loud beat. Hayato squeezed his eyes. A man? He had to get closer.
Downing the few drops of liquor left in his glass and left it at the counter before making his way through the masses. The pulse of the music felt natural and he started moving without really noticing at first. He had never been much of a dancer, but once again: this was Toronto! Why not have some fun?
He got closer and by now he could clearly make out the dancer. And shit, that man knew how to move. He didn’t look bad either. Maybe not really what Hayato would normally go for - too much faux fur- but neither someone he would refuse if the opportunity should arise. He had what others would call charisma, Hayato thought as he watched the other sway his hips. Sensuality. It felt like waves radiating of that body, hitting him fully and keeping him from leaving. He shouldn’t have chosen the pants he wore. They were getting decidedly too tight from watching alone.
But he stayed, dancing and not taking his eyes of the other’s body, until those dark orbs met his own. And maybe he had drunken a little too much, or maybe it was just the atmosphere or the spur of the moment, but as he stared into those eyes and the music stopped, he felt like he was looking into a mirror. He saw desire in there. Later, that would be his explanation for moving in closer until they were so close, they were practically touching.
“Akanishi Jin,” he heard a quiet murmur before the music set in again and they began moving, moving and creating this wonderful friction.
Hayato glanced at the beautiful man dancing with him through half-lidden eyes. They were touching at the most wonderful places, and Jin didn’t stop rubbing his body against his own, stimulating and teasing him at the same time. “Jin...,” he brought out, not really caring about discretion anymore. It was clear what they both wanted, and so it didn’t surprise him when Jin turned his head and kissed him. There was nothing chaste about it, all tongues battling for dominance and quiet moans swallowed by hungry mouths. And then Jin turned around, distracting himself from the half-embrace they had shared and Hayato could only groan as he felt that ass moving against his denim-clad erection.
Grabbing the other by his shoulders, he turned him around again, desperately wanting to wipe that self-satisfied grin off his face. Blindly, he reached down, grinning as he cupped Jin’s cock through the other’s pants and pleased with the uncontrolled moan he received. He squeezed once again and felt Jin’s head come to rest on his shoulder, right next to his ear. The small puffs of hastily inhaled air that brushed his cheek and quiet sounds of pleasure escaping his partner did their part on him, so when he felt Jin stiffen under him and moan in release he followed without actually having been touched at all.
A few minutes later, a beautiful, panting man in his arms, Hayato couldn’t help but think that Toronto was all kinds of awesome.