[PIN] Drabbles
boobandboobs (n). THE Jin/Yamapi community; now has a weekly drabble thing with themes, and here's everything I've written for those themes.
01. Chocolate
Yamapi’s cell phone buzzes with a text from Jin. “CHOCOLATE” is all it says, written in English with capital letters. Yamapi blinks. So Jin learned a new word, good for him…?
But then Yamapi finds a picture from Jin in his mailbox. Jin’s smiling like he’s just won a week’s vacation to Hawaii, proudly showing off a bar of chocolate to the camera. It wouldn’t be weird except for the fact that they see each other all the time at work, so why mail a picture?
Yamapi is slightly afraid of getting involved into one of Jin’s mind-boggling games, the kind where nothing makes sense to anyone except for Jin, and you have to play until he’s tired of it and starts explaining the rules, which is when he finally realizes it doesn’t make sense at all. So Yamapi immediately corners Jin the next day, as soon as he gets the chance.
“What is this, Jin?” He holds up the picture.
Jin smiles very widely.
Yamapi takes a step back.
“I’m surprising you with chocolate!” Jin says very happily, and Yamapi can’t help but roll his eyes.
“Bakanishi, you don’t tell someone you’re going to surprise them,” Yamapi says, exasperated. “That’s ruining the surprise.”
“Oh, you’ll be surprised,” Jin says with a twinkle in his eye that his best friend completely misses. Yamapi figures Jin will show up at his house ready to play video games and at some point will whip out a (probably melted) chocolate bar and yell “SURPRISE!” He secretly bets himself a thousand yen that Jin’s surprise is what he pictured. Of course he’s right, he knows his best friend.
A few nights later, Yamapi jerks out of his peaceful slumber, feeling something hot and thick right by his neck. “Ah!” he exclaims, because it’s almost hot enough to burn. He instinctively moves to sit up and wipe off whatever the hell got on him, but suddenly a warm hand is pushing his shoulder down and a warm body is moving to straddle him.
Yamapi makes a choked sound before trying to push off the body, but suddenly there’s a tongue stroking his collarbone and he kind of forgets whatever he was going to do. His senses suddenly kick in and he smells what’s on him: chocolate. And by the feel of it, melted chocolate.
“Jin?” Yamapi realizes, half shocked and half hoping. And then Jin’s eyes are meeting his, and Jin’s grinning again. “I told you I’d surprise you,” he says confidently. He licks the last of the chocolate from the delicate curve of Yamapi’s neck before whispering in his ear. “You would taste good on your own, but isn’t it kinky this way?”
Yamapi shivers a little as he nods.
02. Chocolate
Jin doesn’t know why he agreed to go with Yamapi to the convenience store in the middle of the night just so Yamapi could satisfy his craving for chocolate. But as he looks over at Yamapi, sitting comfortably in the driver’s seat, eyes focused ahead and looking downright cool whilst doing nothing, Jin feels a little bit better. He shifts his eyes to Yamapi’s left hand, resting in his lap and occasionally joining the other hand on the wheel during turns. It’s a very nice hand, Jin muses, maybe the fingers are a little shorter than his, but the palm is smooth and the color is nice, and the nails are pretty and clean. Jin places his hand over Yamapi’s and smiles.
“I’ve always said you were the girl in our relationship,” Yamapi laughs with a good-natured smirk.
“You’re the one who insisted on driving because we might get raped if we walked,” Jin retorts.
“It was a joke, Bakanishi, a joke Yamapi sighs. “Besides, you like my car almost as much as I do.”
“Sort of,” Jin says, turning his head and shifting uneasily. He takes back what he thought about feeling better; buying chocolate isn’t what he wants to do at this time of night. This late, you can only do two things; one is sleeping, and the other…
The other can still be accomplished, Jin thinks, grinning to himself. He releases Yamapi’s hand and reaches for his pants’ button instead.
Yamapi feels his button undone and his pants unzipped, and hurries to bat Jin’s hand away, swerving slightly on the dark, empty street. “What the fuck, Jin! I’m driving!”
Jin’s only reply is to plunge his hand into Yamapi’s boxers, sliding his hand all over his best friend’s most sensitive part, helping it become hard. Yamapi groans and tightens his grip on the steering wheel with both hands before realizing that they’re still on the road.
“God, Jin, wait,” Yamapi manages, looking for a place to pull over, wondering if the streets always seemed this brightly lit at night. By the time he miraculously finds a spot and puts the car in park, he’s sporting a painfully hard erection. He turns off the ignition, exhaling in relief; the last thing he needed was to get into an accident and have management- no, the tabloids find him unconscious with Jin’s hand in his pants. “Seriously, Jin, what the f-”
He doesn’t get to finish before Jin simultaneously reclines the driver’s seat all the way back and straddles him, rubbing their crotches together to create a delicious friction. As Yamapi gasps, Jin immediately busies himself with planting small kisses all over his neck. Yamapi’s surprised to see Jin’s pants already undone, but that doesn’t slow him from pulling his pants and boxers down enough to expose Jin’s erection. He takes it firmly in his hand and pumps once before trickling his fingers down its sensitive underside, and Jin arches back with a moan.
Yamapi smiles, but then Jin’s hand is back on his cock and they’re stroking together, faster and faster until they both come dangerously close to the edge, when Jin moans again and that’s it for Yamapi; he comes into Jin’s hand, hot and thick and breathless. Jin doesn’t skip a beat and moves his hand lower, sliding a now lubricated finger into his unsuspecting friend. “God, Jin,” he gasps, leaning forward to press a kiss to Jin’s lips as he moves his hand faster on Jin’s cock. The sensations build and build, and Jin suddenly releases himself onto Yamapi, Yamapi’s name tumbling from his lips as Jin hits one of Yamapi’s spots with his now two fingers, and Yamapi comes a second time.
They lie there, pressed together and sticky as they catch their breath and Yamapi laughs tiredly. “I don’t need that chocolate anymore,” he says as he examines the large wet spot on his shirt. “Can you imagine going into the store like this?”
“At least one of us fulfilled their craving tonight,” Jin grins, and does his tongue thing.
03. Snow
Yamapi closes his eyes as he reclines on his bed, finally having some time off. He adjusts his headphones and smiles.
He’s listening to Care.
He finally begins to drift into dreams - the kind in which Jin comes back and Yamapi tells him that he loves him, just like he always meant to, just never got the chance to make Jin understand that every time he said it, it meant more than the best friend way they were used to. Yamapi tells him he loves him, and Jin smiles and tells Yamapi that he’s always loved him, and they stay together forever. The corny kind of dreams that Yamapi doesn’t mind at all - just wishes they weren’t only dreams.
When Yamapi’s cell phone rings just when dream Jin is looking at him with deep eyes full of love and maybe lust, Yamapi is pulled back to reality, the reality in which Jin is on the other side of the world and oblivious to Yamapi’s feelings.
“What.” Yamapi already hates whoever’s calling.
“Pi?”
Never mind.
“Jin!”
“I got your DVD,” Jin says happily, finally putting down the remote. He’d pressed stop and immediately whipped out his phone to dial Pi, and five minutes after pressing the button thought it might be a good idea to put the thing down. “You looked great.”
“You got it already?” Yamapi asks excitedly. It had only been a few days since he’d sent Jin a video of NEWS’ performance on Music Station.
“You looked great,” Jin says again, and Yamapi misses the wistful tone of Jin’s voice in his excitement. “We did, didn’t we?” Yamapi gushes. “NEWS. NEWS. I love us. I wish you could see us; the atmosphere is high and we’d make you happy.”
Jin kind of feels like his heart is a guitar and one of the strings snapped. There’s an awkward pause in the conversation during which Yamapi worries that he’s said something he shouldn’t have, and finally Jin speaks. “It’s raining,” he declares solemnly. “It never rains here, not really. But when it does, everyone freaks out. It’s like people forget how to drive when it rains, isn’t that weird?”
“It was snowing a bit ago,” Yamapi adds slowly.
“Snow, huh?” This time, Yamapi does hear the longing in Jin’s voice.
“When you come back, we’ll play in the snow, okay? Just like when we were kids,” Yamapi says.
“We’re always talking about when we were kids recently,” Jin replies, and Yamapi can hear - no, feel Jin’s smile.
“When you’re back, we’ll go and dive into snow and make snow angels and throw snowballs,” Yamapi promises, and the thought make him happy. He thinks the feeling is mostly derived from thinking “when you’re back”; he’s so wrapped up in his own thoughts he barely catches what Jin’s saying underneath his breath.
“When I’m back, we’re not going to be spending out time outside-”
“What?”
“Nothing,” Jin says quickly.
Yamapi looks out the window and smiles. It would be nice if snow fell, wouldn’t it.
04. Blood
“The deal was,” Jin reminded Pi exasperatedly, “that whoever came first had to be the other’s slave for the week.”
“I do not remember making such a promise,” Pi huffed.
“We practically wrote it in blood.” At this Jin held up a piece of paper bearing Jin’s exact words and two obviously authentic signatures, all written in red marker. Jin’s not-quite-capital, not-quite-lowercase J stood out next to Yamapi’s scribbled kanji. (“Degawa?” Jin had asked, squinting.)
“Then, I did not come first.”
Jin sighed. “I clearly remember you coming all over my hand, moaning my name right into my ear. In fact, I remember it quite clearly because I wiped that hand all over my cock before I stuck it into you, and you came a second time before I came inside you. Can we please stop arguing.”
“Do I really have to be your slave?” Yamapi scowled.
“Why is it so bad?” Jin threw his hands up in the air. “This is my first command. You take a shower with me, right now.”
“No,” Yamapi refused stubbornly, crossing his arms across his chest.
“Fine,” Jin retorted, forcefully pushing his best friend onto the kitchen table. “I’ll give you a choice,” he hissed. “Either you take a shower with me, or I take you right here, right now.”
05. Heat Wave
When Jin lets himself into Yamapi’s apartment, he’s surprised that the younger man isn’t in the kitchen or the living room as he usually is. Instead, Yamapi is almost hidden underneath the blankets of his bed, just soft black hair and a relaxed fist protruding on top of the pillow. Jin comes closer and pulls back the blanket slightly to reveal his best friend’s creamy skinned face, breathing a little raggedly into his pillow. “Pi,” Jin whispers, reaching out to give him a gentle shake. “You’re still sleeping?”
Jin retracts his hand almost immediately, because Yamapi’s skin is hot, and Yamapi responds to the touch with a muffled groan. “Jin,” Yamapi whispers, eyes closed, “I’m so cold.” Only then does Jin realize that Yamapi is burning up with fever, and that he needs to do something about it. He takes a moment to fish around his friend’s apartment for some necessities, congratulating himself for knowing his surroundings so well, and returns to Yamapi’s side.
“Pi,” he says very softly, reaching around Yamapi’s waist with one arm and behind his shoulder with the other to gently lift him into a sitting position, “here, take this.” Yamapi’s skin is hot, really hot, and for some reason that’s really sexy to Jin, but he pulls it together to slip a pill in between Yamapi’s soft lips (so soft!) and even those are warm, enough that Jin’s fingertips tingle where they’ve come into contact. He bites his lip as he tips a glass of water to Yamapi’s lips, and Yamapi’s eyelids flutter slightly as he swallows.
Jin swallows too, but for an entirely different reason. Yamapi sighs softly, and Jin helps him lie down again, pulling the blankets over him snugly. “It’s cold,” Yamapi whispers again, shifting slightly with the hope that the friction against the blankets will warm him up. Jin licks his lips before pulling back the covers slightly and slipping into bed next to his friend. “I’ll help you feel better,” he whispers into Yamapi’s ear, wrapping his arms around the still hot, still feverish body. Yamapi’s shivers still for a moment before he raises his arms to push uselessly at the older man. “Stop,” Yamapi murmurs, “I’m sick; you’ll be sick.”
“I won’t get sick,” Jin promises, and Yamapi stops his weak pushing and relaxes in Jin’s warm arms. Yamapi is beautiful, all helpless and fragile, and Jin can’t stop himself from softly planting kisses on Yamapi’s eyelids. “Jin,” Yamapi breathes, and the sound of his name on Yamapi’s lips makes Jin’s body to take over; he presses his mouth to Yamapi’s without further thought. Yamapi’s lips are warm and soft, and Jin’s tongue parts his lips easily. Yamapi sighs into the kiss, and Jin lets his tongue dance with Yamapi’s yielding one before untangling his hand from Yamapi’s waist and moving it lower.
Yamapi jerks his head slightly as the slow rubbing through his pants begins, and it would fuel his headache more except that the blood and feeling in his body are quickly leaving the upper regions of his body for the lower areas, and that he doesn’t mind at all. “Mmm,” he says, unable to form anything else more coherent. His feverish state multiplies the sensations, and he becomes acutely aware that Jin’s hand is shifting to the inside of his boxers, stroking rhythmically. “Ah,” Yamapi exhales, clutching weakly at whatever part of Jin his hands can find (his other arm and a shoulder, in this case) and pressing his head into Jin’s collarbone. Yamapi’s skin is still so hot, Jin muses, and that just makes the friction in his palm feel nicer as he thumbs over the tip of Yamapi’s erection. Yamapi’s weak grip tightens slightly as he inhales sharply, and he comes hot and thick, trembling like a leaf in Jin’s arms.
Yamapi breaks into a sweat and Jin, still smiling, gets out of the warm bed to place a cool washcloth on his friend’s forehead. He gently presses the back of his hand to Yamapi’s smooth cheek and feels a noticeable change in temperature.
“Ah,” he notes observantly (he should be a doctor!). “Your fever broke.”
06. Heat Wave
[note: chibi!Pin]
Jin didn’t know why Takki liked hot springs so much. Jin also didn’t know why Takki was so hesitant to let him come along with Takki and Yamapi. He was young and fresh! He was just as cute as Yamapi! But Takki had said no at first and only gave in after Jin pouted at Yamapi and Yamapi said, “But, Takki, please?” with the face and Takki melted and said okay. Jin didn’t know why Yamapi made Takki so weak.
Oh wait, that one he did know. Maybe Jin wasn’t as cute as Yamapi, he thought, as he looked at the boy next to him. Whoa. Yamapi was looking back, with a weird expression on his face.
“Why are you so quiet?” Yamapi asked, and Jin gulped. He didn’t think he could tell Yamapi what he was thinking, and plus, he was getting distracted by the way a piece of Yamapi’s wet hair was sticking to his face, close to his eye. Jin fought the urge to push it back, but then he stopped thinking about that because Yamapi licked his lips and wow, he had really nice lips, didn’t he?
“Is the sulfur getting to you?” Yamapi asked a little slowly, and Jin realized that he hadn’t answered. “What. No. I. It. Okay.” Jin thought this answer would suffice. Yamapi squinted, and that made his eyes crinkle and it was cute and no, of course the sulfur hadn’t gotten to him, right? It was just Yamapi that was getting to him, wasn’t it, as they waited for Takki to get back from whatever he was doing and Yamapi was just there and they were both wearing only towels, and whoa. Jin’s eyes widened. They were only wearing towels. He shifted uneasily and tried not think about kissing or touching Yamapi because that would be weird, right? Except it wouldn’t, and Jin really wished he had someone to say all these things out loud to, because talking to himself was starting to get uncomfortable, especially when another voice in his head was saying, “Kiss him, kiss him!”
“I am not thinking about kissing you, even though I would like to very much,” Jin said to himself, but Yamapi’s dropped jaw and confused “eh?!” made him realize that he’d actually said that last part out loud, and wow, wasn’t it getting too hot in here?
“What, Jin?” Yamapi looked scandalized.
“I. Maybe the sulfur is getting to me,” Jin suggested, very calmly although the “kiss him” voice in his head was gone and replaced with “OH MY GOD YOU CONFESSED?!?!1!” and Jin thought it was awkward that he was reminding himself what happened although he was very aware of it, thank you very much.
“Oh, okay,” Yamapi said; his expression didn’t look quite as shocked anymore, in fact, Jin could have sworn it faltered a little bit. “Anyway, Jin, you’re too close. Your knee’s poking my butt.”
What? Jin’s knees weren’t touching Yamapi at all.
He looked down and yelped.
07. Bad Habit
[note: chibi! Or younger!Pin]
Whenever they both had to go to work, they would race up the stairs together. It began one day when Jin looked at Yamapi and exclaimed, “Race you!” After Jin cackled after beating his best friend, they made it a point to run together, laughing and becoming pleasantly breathless at the top.
One day it rained and Yamapi’s shoes were wearing down; he slipped near the top and Jin felt the same sharp intake of air within himself as the smaller boy pitched backwards. Jin instinctively leaned forward and put his arms out, and let that breath of air out when Yamapi tumbled into his arms and Jin miraculously did not fall over in the process. They both froze because it had happened so fast; Yamapi was thinking how lucky he was that Jin caught him, so lucky to have a good friend, and Jin was thinking that Yamapi fit perfectly in his arms, didn’t he?
Then Yamapi stepped onto the stairs properly and smiled at Jin, a smile of thanks that Jin liked immensely. Without another word, he turned and headed up the stairs, leaving Jin to marvel at how his chest tingled where Yamapi’s warm back had been.
After that day, Jin stopped racing Yamapi, though he was careful to make Yamapi think otherwise. Jin wasn’t sure which he wanted more - to keep Yamapi safe or to hold him in his arms, but he thought that if it was a drama, he could catch Yamapi again and ask, “Are you falling for me?” or maybe just kiss him in his arms. Yes, that sounded like a good idea.
08. Bad Habit
“See, Jin?” Yamapi calls as he stirs the pot. “I told you we couldn’t mess up broccoli and cheese soup.”
Jin’s only reply is to step behind Yamapi and wrap his arms around his friend’s waist with a “mm-hmm” before pressing a slow kiss to the curve of Yamapi’s neck. His breath hitches before he turns to give Jin a reproachful look. “It’s almost done, Jin, jeeze. Aren’t you hungry? I am!”
Jin groans inwardly, knowing that once Yamapi has his mind set on food, very little can distract him. But he has needs too! “Yeah, I’m hungry,” he says, dropping his voice to bedroom level. “But not for soup.” He slides his hands into the man’s back pockets and enjoys the squeak that ensues.
“Jin!” Yamapi frowns, a little exasperated, though he makes no move to push the taller man away.
“I can’t help it!” Jin finally wails, waving his hands around almost dramatically. “You look so good in the kitchen, and I like aprons; I can’t help it if I want to jump you!”
“I guess you’re just going to have to work on that habit,” Yamapi sighs, shaking the spoon condescendingly at Jin. “Because the last time you interrupted me when I was cooking, we had to spend hours cleaning up the mess. And this soup is too good to waste, okay.”
“It was worth it,” Jin grumbles to himself.
“Besides-”
“Is it ready yet?” Ryo inquires upon entering the kitchen. “Or did stupid here manage to mess it up during the two minutes I was in the bathroom?” He gives Jin a pointed look.
Jin pouts. Ryo ignores him; instead watching Yamapi as he sips some soup from the spoon “Yeah, it’s good,” Yamapi reports, licking his lips before giving them a satisfied smile. “Want a taste?”
“Okay,” Ryo smirks, bypassing the utensil Yamapi holds out to him. Instead, he raises a hand to the back of Yamapi’s head to pull him closer as he presses their lips together, pushing his tongue in search of the flavor in other man’s mouth.
Jin’s mouth opens and closes.
“Pretty good. Creamy,” Ryo remarks nonchalantly, breaking away from a wide-eyed Yamapi.
Jin shrieks.
i. Ryo lets his hands wander around Yamapi’s hips to untie the apron in the back, tossing it carelessly to the side. “You know what else is creamy?” he asks with a crafty smile before unbuttoning Yamapi’s pants.
Yamapi gulps.
ii. “What. He looks cute in an apron.”
“I KNOW!” Jin shrieks again, flailing in irritation. “I”VE BEEN TRYING TO MAKE A MOVE ON HIM ALL DAY!”
“Which makes the score: Ryo, five, Jin, zero.”
“Why is it five?” Jin pouts. “It’s only one.”
“I get bonus points just for being me,” Ryo smirks.
09. Bondage
Jin clapped a hand over his mouth. “Are you serious?” he whispered to Ryo as they stood in the doorway to Ryo’s bedroom.
“When he fell asleep. It wasn’t hard,” Ryo replied conversationally.
“He. He looks really good like this.”
“I know. I’m extremely tempted to never let him wear clothes again.”
“Ryo?” Yamapi called from the bed. “What the hell is going on?”
“He’s all yours,” Ryo smirked, turning to go.
Jin tiptoed to the edge of the bed and sighed contentedly as he looked down. Yamapi pulled weakly at the ties binding his wrists to the headboard, shaking his head slightly beneath the thick black blindfold. Fully naked, his golden skin shined against the dark bedspread. The element of helplessness, the lack of control and the inability to even see on Pi’s part drove all the blood in Jin’s body to one area, and he had to stifle the urge to touch himself because he didn’t need to - his best friend was right here, spread out and ready like a feast.
Yamapi felt the mattress dip slightly, as if someone had added his weight. “Ryo?” he asked tentatively, craning his neck in attempt to recognize a voice. Jin crawled to that they were laying side by side, his lips to Yamapi’s ear. “Pi,” he breathed, drawing out the syllable.
“Jin!” Yamapi exclaimed, sounding relieved. “Untie me, will you? Ryo’s jokes are beyond me,” he laughed. To silence.
“Jin?”
“Why would I untie you?” Jin asked quietly, propping up his arms on either side of Yamapi’s body, looking into his blindfolded face. “This is Ryo’s present to me.”
01. Chocolate
Yamapi’s cell phone buzzes with a text from Jin. “CHOCOLATE” is all it says, written in English with capital letters. Yamapi blinks. So Jin learned a new word, good for him…?
But then Yamapi finds a picture from Jin in his mailbox. Jin’s smiling like he’s just won a week’s vacation to Hawaii, proudly showing off a bar of chocolate to the camera. It wouldn’t be weird except for the fact that they see each other all the time at work, so why mail a picture?
Yamapi is slightly afraid of getting involved into one of Jin’s mind-boggling games, the kind where nothing makes sense to anyone except for Jin, and you have to play until he’s tired of it and starts explaining the rules, which is when he finally realizes it doesn’t make sense at all. So Yamapi immediately corners Jin the next day, as soon as he gets the chance.
“What is this, Jin?” He holds up the picture.
Jin smiles very widely.
Yamapi takes a step back.
“I’m surprising you with chocolate!” Jin says very happily, and Yamapi can’t help but roll his eyes.
“Bakanishi, you don’t tell someone you’re going to surprise them,” Yamapi says, exasperated. “That’s ruining the surprise.”
“Oh, you’ll be surprised,” Jin says with a twinkle in his eye that his best friend completely misses. Yamapi figures Jin will show up at his house ready to play video games and at some point will whip out a (probably melted) chocolate bar and yell “SURPRISE!” He secretly bets himself a thousand yen that Jin’s surprise is what he pictured. Of course he’s right, he knows his best friend.
A few nights later, Yamapi jerks out of his peaceful slumber, feeling something hot and thick right by his neck. “Ah!” he exclaims, because it’s almost hot enough to burn. He instinctively moves to sit up and wipe off whatever the hell got on him, but suddenly a warm hand is pushing his shoulder down and a warm body is moving to straddle him.
Yamapi makes a choked sound before trying to push off the body, but suddenly there’s a tongue stroking his collarbone and he kind of forgets whatever he was going to do. His senses suddenly kick in and he smells what’s on him: chocolate. And by the feel of it, melted chocolate.
“Jin?” Yamapi realizes, half shocked and half hoping. And then Jin’s eyes are meeting his, and Jin’s grinning again. “I told you I’d surprise you,” he says confidently. He licks the last of the chocolate from the delicate curve of Yamapi’s neck before whispering in his ear. “You would taste good on your own, but isn’t it kinky this way?”
Yamapi shivers a little as he nods.
02. Chocolate
Jin doesn’t know why he agreed to go with Yamapi to the convenience store in the middle of the night just so Yamapi could satisfy his craving for chocolate. But as he looks over at Yamapi, sitting comfortably in the driver’s seat, eyes focused ahead and looking downright cool whilst doing nothing, Jin feels a little bit better. He shifts his eyes to Yamapi’s left hand, resting in his lap and occasionally joining the other hand on the wheel during turns. It’s a very nice hand, Jin muses, maybe the fingers are a little shorter than his, but the palm is smooth and the color is nice, and the nails are pretty and clean. Jin places his hand over Yamapi’s and smiles.
“I’ve always said you were the girl in our relationship,” Yamapi laughs with a good-natured smirk.
“You’re the one who insisted on driving because we might get raped if we walked,” Jin retorts.
“It was a joke, Bakanishi, a joke Yamapi sighs. “Besides, you like my car almost as much as I do.”
“Sort of,” Jin says, turning his head and shifting uneasily. He takes back what he thought about feeling better; buying chocolate isn’t what he wants to do at this time of night. This late, you can only do two things; one is sleeping, and the other…
The other can still be accomplished, Jin thinks, grinning to himself. He releases Yamapi’s hand and reaches for his pants’ button instead.
Yamapi feels his button undone and his pants unzipped, and hurries to bat Jin’s hand away, swerving slightly on the dark, empty street. “What the fuck, Jin! I’m driving!”
Jin’s only reply is to plunge his hand into Yamapi’s boxers, sliding his hand all over his best friend’s most sensitive part, helping it become hard. Yamapi groans and tightens his grip on the steering wheel with both hands before realizing that they’re still on the road.
“God, Jin, wait,” Yamapi manages, looking for a place to pull over, wondering if the streets always seemed this brightly lit at night. By the time he miraculously finds a spot and puts the car in park, he’s sporting a painfully hard erection. He turns off the ignition, exhaling in relief; the last thing he needed was to get into an accident and have management- no, the tabloids find him unconscious with Jin’s hand in his pants. “Seriously, Jin, what the f-”
He doesn’t get to finish before Jin simultaneously reclines the driver’s seat all the way back and straddles him, rubbing their crotches together to create a delicious friction. As Yamapi gasps, Jin immediately busies himself with planting small kisses all over his neck. Yamapi’s surprised to see Jin’s pants already undone, but that doesn’t slow him from pulling his pants and boxers down enough to expose Jin’s erection. He takes it firmly in his hand and pumps once before trickling his fingers down its sensitive underside, and Jin arches back with a moan.
Yamapi smiles, but then Jin’s hand is back on his cock and they’re stroking together, faster and faster until they both come dangerously close to the edge, when Jin moans again and that’s it for Yamapi; he comes into Jin’s hand, hot and thick and breathless. Jin doesn’t skip a beat and moves his hand lower, sliding a now lubricated finger into his unsuspecting friend. “God, Jin,” he gasps, leaning forward to press a kiss to Jin’s lips as he moves his hand faster on Jin’s cock. The sensations build and build, and Jin suddenly releases himself onto Yamapi, Yamapi’s name tumbling from his lips as Jin hits one of Yamapi’s spots with his now two fingers, and Yamapi comes a second time.
They lie there, pressed together and sticky as they catch their breath and Yamapi laughs tiredly. “I don’t need that chocolate anymore,” he says as he examines the large wet spot on his shirt. “Can you imagine going into the store like this?”
“At least one of us fulfilled their craving tonight,” Jin grins, and does his tongue thing.
03. Snow
Yamapi closes his eyes as he reclines on his bed, finally having some time off. He adjusts his headphones and smiles.
He’s listening to Care.
He finally begins to drift into dreams - the kind in which Jin comes back and Yamapi tells him that he loves him, just like he always meant to, just never got the chance to make Jin understand that every time he said it, it meant more than the best friend way they were used to. Yamapi tells him he loves him, and Jin smiles and tells Yamapi that he’s always loved him, and they stay together forever. The corny kind of dreams that Yamapi doesn’t mind at all - just wishes they weren’t only dreams.
When Yamapi’s cell phone rings just when dream Jin is looking at him with deep eyes full of love and maybe lust, Yamapi is pulled back to reality, the reality in which Jin is on the other side of the world and oblivious to Yamapi’s feelings.
“What.” Yamapi already hates whoever’s calling.
“Pi?”
Never mind.
“Jin!”
“I got your DVD,” Jin says happily, finally putting down the remote. He’d pressed stop and immediately whipped out his phone to dial Pi, and five minutes after pressing the button thought it might be a good idea to put the thing down. “You looked great.”
“You got it already?” Yamapi asks excitedly. It had only been a few days since he’d sent Jin a video of NEWS’ performance on Music Station.
“You looked great,” Jin says again, and Yamapi misses the wistful tone of Jin’s voice in his excitement. “We did, didn’t we?” Yamapi gushes. “NEWS. NEWS. I love us. I wish you could see us; the atmosphere is high and we’d make you happy.”
Jin kind of feels like his heart is a guitar and one of the strings snapped. There’s an awkward pause in the conversation during which Yamapi worries that he’s said something he shouldn’t have, and finally Jin speaks. “It’s raining,” he declares solemnly. “It never rains here, not really. But when it does, everyone freaks out. It’s like people forget how to drive when it rains, isn’t that weird?”
“It was snowing a bit ago,” Yamapi adds slowly.
“Snow, huh?” This time, Yamapi does hear the longing in Jin’s voice.
“When you come back, we’ll play in the snow, okay? Just like when we were kids,” Yamapi says.
“We’re always talking about when we were kids recently,” Jin replies, and Yamapi can hear - no, feel Jin’s smile.
“When you’re back, we’ll go and dive into snow and make snow angels and throw snowballs,” Yamapi promises, and the thought make him happy. He thinks the feeling is mostly derived from thinking “when you’re back”; he’s so wrapped up in his own thoughts he barely catches what Jin’s saying underneath his breath.
“When I’m back, we’re not going to be spending out time outside-”
“What?”
“Nothing,” Jin says quickly.
Yamapi looks out the window and smiles. It would be nice if snow fell, wouldn’t it.
04. Blood
“The deal was,” Jin reminded Pi exasperatedly, “that whoever came first had to be the other’s slave for the week.”
“I do not remember making such a promise,” Pi huffed.
“We practically wrote it in blood.” At this Jin held up a piece of paper bearing Jin’s exact words and two obviously authentic signatures, all written in red marker. Jin’s not-quite-capital, not-quite-lowercase J stood out next to Yamapi’s scribbled kanji. (“Degawa?” Jin had asked, squinting.)
“Then, I did not come first.”
Jin sighed. “I clearly remember you coming all over my hand, moaning my name right into my ear. In fact, I remember it quite clearly because I wiped that hand all over my cock before I stuck it into you, and you came a second time before I came inside you. Can we please stop arguing.”
“Do I really have to be your slave?” Yamapi scowled.
“Why is it so bad?” Jin threw his hands up in the air. “This is my first command. You take a shower with me, right now.”
“No,” Yamapi refused stubbornly, crossing his arms across his chest.
“Fine,” Jin retorted, forcefully pushing his best friend onto the kitchen table. “I’ll give you a choice,” he hissed. “Either you take a shower with me, or I take you right here, right now.”
05. Heat Wave
When Jin lets himself into Yamapi’s apartment, he’s surprised that the younger man isn’t in the kitchen or the living room as he usually is. Instead, Yamapi is almost hidden underneath the blankets of his bed, just soft black hair and a relaxed fist protruding on top of the pillow. Jin comes closer and pulls back the blanket slightly to reveal his best friend’s creamy skinned face, breathing a little raggedly into his pillow. “Pi,” Jin whispers, reaching out to give him a gentle shake. “You’re still sleeping?”
Jin retracts his hand almost immediately, because Yamapi’s skin is hot, and Yamapi responds to the touch with a muffled groan. “Jin,” Yamapi whispers, eyes closed, “I’m so cold.” Only then does Jin realize that Yamapi is burning up with fever, and that he needs to do something about it. He takes a moment to fish around his friend’s apartment for some necessities, congratulating himself for knowing his surroundings so well, and returns to Yamapi’s side.
“Pi,” he says very softly, reaching around Yamapi’s waist with one arm and behind his shoulder with the other to gently lift him into a sitting position, “here, take this.” Yamapi’s skin is hot, really hot, and for some reason that’s really sexy to Jin, but he pulls it together to slip a pill in between Yamapi’s soft lips (so soft!) and even those are warm, enough that Jin’s fingertips tingle where they’ve come into contact. He bites his lip as he tips a glass of water to Yamapi’s lips, and Yamapi’s eyelids flutter slightly as he swallows.
Jin swallows too, but for an entirely different reason. Yamapi sighs softly, and Jin helps him lie down again, pulling the blankets over him snugly. “It’s cold,” Yamapi whispers again, shifting slightly with the hope that the friction against the blankets will warm him up. Jin licks his lips before pulling back the covers slightly and slipping into bed next to his friend. “I’ll help you feel better,” he whispers into Yamapi’s ear, wrapping his arms around the still hot, still feverish body. Yamapi’s shivers still for a moment before he raises his arms to push uselessly at the older man. “Stop,” Yamapi murmurs, “I’m sick; you’ll be sick.”
“I won’t get sick,” Jin promises, and Yamapi stops his weak pushing and relaxes in Jin’s warm arms. Yamapi is beautiful, all helpless and fragile, and Jin can’t stop himself from softly planting kisses on Yamapi’s eyelids. “Jin,” Yamapi breathes, and the sound of his name on Yamapi’s lips makes Jin’s body to take over; he presses his mouth to Yamapi’s without further thought. Yamapi’s lips are warm and soft, and Jin’s tongue parts his lips easily. Yamapi sighs into the kiss, and Jin lets his tongue dance with Yamapi’s yielding one before untangling his hand from Yamapi’s waist and moving it lower.
Yamapi jerks his head slightly as the slow rubbing through his pants begins, and it would fuel his headache more except that the blood and feeling in his body are quickly leaving the upper regions of his body for the lower areas, and that he doesn’t mind at all. “Mmm,” he says, unable to form anything else more coherent. His feverish state multiplies the sensations, and he becomes acutely aware that Jin’s hand is shifting to the inside of his boxers, stroking rhythmically. “Ah,” Yamapi exhales, clutching weakly at whatever part of Jin his hands can find (his other arm and a shoulder, in this case) and pressing his head into Jin’s collarbone. Yamapi’s skin is still so hot, Jin muses, and that just makes the friction in his palm feel nicer as he thumbs over the tip of Yamapi’s erection. Yamapi’s weak grip tightens slightly as he inhales sharply, and he comes hot and thick, trembling like a leaf in Jin’s arms.
Yamapi breaks into a sweat and Jin, still smiling, gets out of the warm bed to place a cool washcloth on his friend’s forehead. He gently presses the back of his hand to Yamapi’s smooth cheek and feels a noticeable change in temperature.
“Ah,” he notes observantly (he should be a doctor!). “Your fever broke.”
06. Heat Wave
[note: chibi!Pin]
Jin didn’t know why Takki liked hot springs so much. Jin also didn’t know why Takki was so hesitant to let him come along with Takki and Yamapi. He was young and fresh! He was just as cute as Yamapi! But Takki had said no at first and only gave in after Jin pouted at Yamapi and Yamapi said, “But, Takki, please?” with the face and Takki melted and said okay. Jin didn’t know why Yamapi made Takki so weak.
Oh wait, that one he did know. Maybe Jin wasn’t as cute as Yamapi, he thought, as he looked at the boy next to him. Whoa. Yamapi was looking back, with a weird expression on his face.
“Why are you so quiet?” Yamapi asked, and Jin gulped. He didn’t think he could tell Yamapi what he was thinking, and plus, he was getting distracted by the way a piece of Yamapi’s wet hair was sticking to his face, close to his eye. Jin fought the urge to push it back, but then he stopped thinking about that because Yamapi licked his lips and wow, he had really nice lips, didn’t he?
“Is the sulfur getting to you?” Yamapi asked a little slowly, and Jin realized that he hadn’t answered. “What. No. I. It. Okay.” Jin thought this answer would suffice. Yamapi squinted, and that made his eyes crinkle and it was cute and no, of course the sulfur hadn’t gotten to him, right? It was just Yamapi that was getting to him, wasn’t it, as they waited for Takki to get back from whatever he was doing and Yamapi was just there and they were both wearing only towels, and whoa. Jin’s eyes widened. They were only wearing towels. He shifted uneasily and tried not think about kissing or touching Yamapi because that would be weird, right? Except it wouldn’t, and Jin really wished he had someone to say all these things out loud to, because talking to himself was starting to get uncomfortable, especially when another voice in his head was saying, “Kiss him, kiss him!”
“I am not thinking about kissing you, even though I would like to very much,” Jin said to himself, but Yamapi’s dropped jaw and confused “eh?!” made him realize that he’d actually said that last part out loud, and wow, wasn’t it getting too hot in here?
“What, Jin?” Yamapi looked scandalized.
“I. Maybe the sulfur is getting to me,” Jin suggested, very calmly although the “kiss him” voice in his head was gone and replaced with “OH MY GOD YOU CONFESSED?!?!1!” and Jin thought it was awkward that he was reminding himself what happened although he was very aware of it, thank you very much.
“Oh, okay,” Yamapi said; his expression didn’t look quite as shocked anymore, in fact, Jin could have sworn it faltered a little bit. “Anyway, Jin, you’re too close. Your knee’s poking my butt.”
What? Jin’s knees weren’t touching Yamapi at all.
He looked down and yelped.
07. Bad Habit
[note: chibi! Or younger!Pin]
Whenever they both had to go to work, they would race up the stairs together. It began one day when Jin looked at Yamapi and exclaimed, “Race you!” After Jin cackled after beating his best friend, they made it a point to run together, laughing and becoming pleasantly breathless at the top.
One day it rained and Yamapi’s shoes were wearing down; he slipped near the top and Jin felt the same sharp intake of air within himself as the smaller boy pitched backwards. Jin instinctively leaned forward and put his arms out, and let that breath of air out when Yamapi tumbled into his arms and Jin miraculously did not fall over in the process. They both froze because it had happened so fast; Yamapi was thinking how lucky he was that Jin caught him, so lucky to have a good friend, and Jin was thinking that Yamapi fit perfectly in his arms, didn’t he?
Then Yamapi stepped onto the stairs properly and smiled at Jin, a smile of thanks that Jin liked immensely. Without another word, he turned and headed up the stairs, leaving Jin to marvel at how his chest tingled where Yamapi’s warm back had been.
After that day, Jin stopped racing Yamapi, though he was careful to make Yamapi think otherwise. Jin wasn’t sure which he wanted more - to keep Yamapi safe or to hold him in his arms, but he thought that if it was a drama, he could catch Yamapi again and ask, “Are you falling for me?” or maybe just kiss him in his arms. Yes, that sounded like a good idea.
08. Bad Habit
“See, Jin?” Yamapi calls as he stirs the pot. “I told you we couldn’t mess up broccoli and cheese soup.”
Jin’s only reply is to step behind Yamapi and wrap his arms around his friend’s waist with a “mm-hmm” before pressing a slow kiss to the curve of Yamapi’s neck. His breath hitches before he turns to give Jin a reproachful look. “It’s almost done, Jin, jeeze. Aren’t you hungry? I am!”
Jin groans inwardly, knowing that once Yamapi has his mind set on food, very little can distract him. But he has needs too! “Yeah, I’m hungry,” he says, dropping his voice to bedroom level. “But not for soup.” He slides his hands into the man’s back pockets and enjoys the squeak that ensues.
“Jin!” Yamapi frowns, a little exasperated, though he makes no move to push the taller man away.
“I can’t help it!” Jin finally wails, waving his hands around almost dramatically. “You look so good in the kitchen, and I like aprons; I can’t help it if I want to jump you!”
“I guess you’re just going to have to work on that habit,” Yamapi sighs, shaking the spoon condescendingly at Jin. “Because the last time you interrupted me when I was cooking, we had to spend hours cleaning up the mess. And this soup is too good to waste, okay.”
“It was worth it,” Jin grumbles to himself.
“Besides-”
“Is it ready yet?” Ryo inquires upon entering the kitchen. “Or did stupid here manage to mess it up during the two minutes I was in the bathroom?” He gives Jin a pointed look.
Jin pouts. Ryo ignores him; instead watching Yamapi as he sips some soup from the spoon “Yeah, it’s good,” Yamapi reports, licking his lips before giving them a satisfied smile. “Want a taste?”
“Okay,” Ryo smirks, bypassing the utensil Yamapi holds out to him. Instead, he raises a hand to the back of Yamapi’s head to pull him closer as he presses their lips together, pushing his tongue in search of the flavor in other man’s mouth.
Jin’s mouth opens and closes.
“Pretty good. Creamy,” Ryo remarks nonchalantly, breaking away from a wide-eyed Yamapi.
Jin shrieks.
i. Ryo lets his hands wander around Yamapi’s hips to untie the apron in the back, tossing it carelessly to the side. “You know what else is creamy?” he asks with a crafty smile before unbuttoning Yamapi’s pants.
Yamapi gulps.
ii. “What. He looks cute in an apron.”
“I KNOW!” Jin shrieks again, flailing in irritation. “I”VE BEEN TRYING TO MAKE A MOVE ON HIM ALL DAY!”
“Which makes the score: Ryo, five, Jin, zero.”
“Why is it five?” Jin pouts. “It’s only one.”
“I get bonus points just for being me,” Ryo smirks.
09. Bondage
Jin clapped a hand over his mouth. “Are you serious?” he whispered to Ryo as they stood in the doorway to Ryo’s bedroom.
“When he fell asleep. It wasn’t hard,” Ryo replied conversationally.
“He. He looks really good like this.”
“I know. I’m extremely tempted to never let him wear clothes again.”
“Ryo?” Yamapi called from the bed. “What the hell is going on?”
“He’s all yours,” Ryo smirked, turning to go.
Jin tiptoed to the edge of the bed and sighed contentedly as he looked down. Yamapi pulled weakly at the ties binding his wrists to the headboard, shaking his head slightly beneath the thick black blindfold. Fully naked, his golden skin shined against the dark bedspread. The element of helplessness, the lack of control and the inability to even see on Pi’s part drove all the blood in Jin’s body to one area, and he had to stifle the urge to touch himself because he didn’t need to - his best friend was right here, spread out and ready like a feast.
Yamapi felt the mattress dip slightly, as if someone had added his weight. “Ryo?” he asked tentatively, craning his neck in attempt to recognize a voice. Jin crawled to that they were laying side by side, his lips to Yamapi’s ear. “Pi,” he breathed, drawing out the syllable.
“Jin!” Yamapi exclaimed, sounding relieved. “Untie me, will you? Ryo’s jokes are beyond me,” he laughed. To silence.
“Jin?”
“Why would I untie you?” Jin asked quietly, propping up his arms on either side of Yamapi’s body, looking into his blindfolded face. “This is Ryo’s present to me.”