[PIN] This is MY Tub!
Title: This is MY Tub!
Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Yamashita Tomohisa
Rating: R
Word count: 0825
Notes: This is what I do on twelve-hour flights, guys; I write porn. This? Bathtub porn in which Yamapi feels that he deserves a nice, long soak. Then Jin barges into the bathroom. (:
Yamapi kicks off his shoes as soon as he reaches the door, shedding clothes quickly as he makes his way to the bathroom. He showers as quickly as he can before stepping into the freshly filled tub for a nice, long, well-deserved soak. Only a few minutes can have passed before the bathroom door opens - Yamapi snaps his eyes open and curls his legs to his chest reflexively before he sees none other than Akanishi Jin standing before him.
“Yo,” Jin says, smiling cheekily, and Yamapi doesn’t think that Jin notices the discomfort on his face.
“Hey,” he starts weakly, before clutching his legs tighter to his chest and asking, “W-what are you doing here?”
The worst part, he thinks, is that he’d done his laundry earlier, and his towels are far, so far away in his closet. He looks up at Jin with big, sad eyes.
“Ramen!” Jin sings, and Yamapi has redirected his path of vision to his toes, wriggling in the still hot water, but then he thinks he sees Jin taking off his shirt. Yamapi whips his head to the side and it’s worse - half-naked Jin is taking off his pants.
Jin grins at him before he has a chance to ask what the hell Jin is doing now. “We were supposed to get ramen, remember? But this looks fun, too.” With that, he strips off his boxers and slips into the tub to face Yamapi. “You look uncomfortable,” he says with a smile, stretching his legs so that his feet lie by Yamapi’s side, the complete opposite of Yamapi; he’s even crossed his ankles for comfort.
“This is my tub,” Yamapi ventures awkwardly, and yes, he does realize how stupid that just sounded. Jin laughs, and Yamapi’s eyes accidentally wander down to Jin’s penis, distorted under the water. It looks big. Really big.
“That’s my cock,” Jin says conversationally, and Yamapi nearly chokes. “Want to touch it?”
“No,” Yamapi says quickly, and he ignores Jin’s amused laughter, thinking about how Jin must really enjoy making him feel like an awkward little boy, because he does this kind of thing all the time - just not intense to this level. But then his thoughts are interrupted as Jin uses the water to push Yamapi forward easily before resettling himself behind Yamapi.
“You’re so tense,” Jin whispers, and Yamapi has a sarcastic response for him, but then hands are massaging Yamapi’s shoulders and that just feels quite pleasant, despite the fact that they’re both naked and sitting in a bathtub. “Let me help you unwind.”
“Mm,” Yamapi can’t help humming, and he thinks that Jin must be very good with his hands, as the older man rubs his thumbs firmly into Yamapi’s back. He lets his legs stretch out (Jin can’t see anything anyway, from behind him) and his eyes close as his head tips back slightly in bliss - but then there’s a hand on his cock and Yamapi automatically jerks away from Jin’s touch. “What are you doing?” he yelps, but Jin just puts a warm hand on his shoulder and another around his waist, holding him in place.
“Relax,” Jin says, and he starts stroking Yamapi languidly. It’s weird at first, but if Yamapi is honest with himself, this is something that he’s always wanted, for Jin to touch him - and Jin’s hand on his skin is soft yet sure. Yamapi begins moaning softly before he knows it, arching up into Jin’s touch. Jin’s chest against his back is firm and comfortable, like it’s made for leaning on, and when Jin’s tongue and lips start working their magic on the back of Yamapi’s neck, all last traces of self-control abandon him, and he comes into the water with a cry, trembling in Jin’s arms before falling lax against him.
When Yamapi regains his senses and his heart rate has slowed, Jin is rubbing comforting circles into Yamapi’s chest, and the water has cooled considerably. “Was that good?” Jin murmurs into Yamapi’s hair.
“Yes,” Yamapi answers, voice slightly raspy; he clears his throat before adding, “Definitely.”
“Good,” Jin says, sounding relieved, and Yamapi is surprised because it’s the least amount of confidence he’s shown all day. “I- I’ve always wanted to touch you,” he continues almost hesitantly, “but I didn’t know if you would like it.”
Yamapi smiles. It should be weird, he thinks; it should be really weird, this is Jin, his best friend, and guy - but it’s Jin and he’s Yamapi and everything is just right. “It’s right,” he says to Jin, “You and me, we’ll always be right.”
“We will, won’t we?” Jin replies, and Yamapi hears the grin in Jin’s voice. He pushes himself up and turns to face the other, pushing their lips together for a short, simple kiss.
“Sorry, it’s messy now,” Yamapi says when he pulls away, gesturing to the now thicker water. He licks his lips. “I guess I’ll just have to wash you.”
2007.07.17-18
Pairing: Akanishi Jin/Yamashita Tomohisa
Rating: R
Word count: 0825
Notes: This is what I do on twelve-hour flights, guys; I write porn. This? Bathtub porn in which Yamapi feels that he deserves a nice, long soak. Then Jin barges into the bathroom. (:
Yamapi kicks off his shoes as soon as he reaches the door, shedding clothes quickly as he makes his way to the bathroom. He showers as quickly as he can before stepping into the freshly filled tub for a nice, long, well-deserved soak. Only a few minutes can have passed before the bathroom door opens - Yamapi snaps his eyes open and curls his legs to his chest reflexively before he sees none other than Akanishi Jin standing before him.
“Yo,” Jin says, smiling cheekily, and Yamapi doesn’t think that Jin notices the discomfort on his face.
“Hey,” he starts weakly, before clutching his legs tighter to his chest and asking, “W-what are you doing here?”
The worst part, he thinks, is that he’d done his laundry earlier, and his towels are far, so far away in his closet. He looks up at Jin with big, sad eyes.
“Ramen!” Jin sings, and Yamapi has redirected his path of vision to his toes, wriggling in the still hot water, but then he thinks he sees Jin taking off his shirt. Yamapi whips his head to the side and it’s worse - half-naked Jin is taking off his pants.
Jin grins at him before he has a chance to ask what the hell Jin is doing now. “We were supposed to get ramen, remember? But this looks fun, too.” With that, he strips off his boxers and slips into the tub to face Yamapi. “You look uncomfortable,” he says with a smile, stretching his legs so that his feet lie by Yamapi’s side, the complete opposite of Yamapi; he’s even crossed his ankles for comfort.
“This is my tub,” Yamapi ventures awkwardly, and yes, he does realize how stupid that just sounded. Jin laughs, and Yamapi’s eyes accidentally wander down to Jin’s penis, distorted under the water. It looks big. Really big.
“That’s my cock,” Jin says conversationally, and Yamapi nearly chokes. “Want to touch it?”
“No,” Yamapi says quickly, and he ignores Jin’s amused laughter, thinking about how Jin must really enjoy making him feel like an awkward little boy, because he does this kind of thing all the time - just not intense to this level. But then his thoughts are interrupted as Jin uses the water to push Yamapi forward easily before resettling himself behind Yamapi.
“You’re so tense,” Jin whispers, and Yamapi has a sarcastic response for him, but then hands are massaging Yamapi’s shoulders and that just feels quite pleasant, despite the fact that they’re both naked and sitting in a bathtub. “Let me help you unwind.”
“Mm,” Yamapi can’t help humming, and he thinks that Jin must be very good with his hands, as the older man rubs his thumbs firmly into Yamapi’s back. He lets his legs stretch out (Jin can’t see anything anyway, from behind him) and his eyes close as his head tips back slightly in bliss - but then there’s a hand on his cock and Yamapi automatically jerks away from Jin’s touch. “What are you doing?” he yelps, but Jin just puts a warm hand on his shoulder and another around his waist, holding him in place.
“Relax,” Jin says, and he starts stroking Yamapi languidly. It’s weird at first, but if Yamapi is honest with himself, this is something that he’s always wanted, for Jin to touch him - and Jin’s hand on his skin is soft yet sure. Yamapi begins moaning softly before he knows it, arching up into Jin’s touch. Jin’s chest against his back is firm and comfortable, like it’s made for leaning on, and when Jin’s tongue and lips start working their magic on the back of Yamapi’s neck, all last traces of self-control abandon him, and he comes into the water with a cry, trembling in Jin’s arms before falling lax against him.
When Yamapi regains his senses and his heart rate has slowed, Jin is rubbing comforting circles into Yamapi’s chest, and the water has cooled considerably. “Was that good?” Jin murmurs into Yamapi’s hair.
“Yes,” Yamapi answers, voice slightly raspy; he clears his throat before adding, “Definitely.”
“Good,” Jin says, sounding relieved, and Yamapi is surprised because it’s the least amount of confidence he’s shown all day. “I- I’ve always wanted to touch you,” he continues almost hesitantly, “but I didn’t know if you would like it.”
Yamapi smiles. It should be weird, he thinks; it should be really weird, this is Jin, his best friend, and guy - but it’s Jin and he’s Yamapi and everything is just right. “It’s right,” he says to Jin, “You and me, we’ll always be right.”
“We will, won’t we?” Jin replies, and Yamapi hears the grin in Jin’s voice. He pushes himself up and turns to face the other, pushing their lips together for a short, simple kiss.
“Sorry, it’s messy now,” Yamapi says when he pulls away, gesturing to the now thicker water. He licks his lips. “I guess I’ll just have to wash you.”
2007.07.17-18