[Pin] This Quiet Night
The club opened in March, a few months after prohibition began. Since then, they’ve been open for just about every holiday, and Yamapi thinks that those are the most fun. The atmosphere tends to change a bit, especially on Christmas- it’s not so much about fun than it is about love and that special person.
As corny as it sounds, Yamapi loves that. He loves watching couples; he’s a bit of a romantic, though he doesn’t think the whole world should know that about him. Because of this, he’s secretly kind of excited for Valentine’s Day.
It turns out as Yamapi expected, busy with couples and buzzing with quiet chatter between them. Yamapi suggests pink or red drinks for everyone, and feels a sense of pride when the majority of the drinks are Valentine-tinted. He continues until Ryo elbows him, grumbling about how girly the place is and how Yamapi can stuff a sock in his mouth about pretty drinks. Yamapi smiles and ignores him, because Uchi comes in after that, and Ryo can’t really be bothered with drink colors anymore.
The party continues. The lights are flashing, the band transitions into a slow song, and Yamapi prepares the next drink with a flourish- pink, again. He’s happy.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Yamashita-kun,” the girl says, flashing him a warm smile before returning to her date. Everyone knows Yamapi and Ryo by this time.
Uchi “borrows” Ryo for about half an hour near the end. Ryo’s cut Uchi off a little late this night, Yamapi can tell, from the way Uchi’s smile is just a little too wide, a little too lazy. Ryo looks exasperated as he lets Uchi drag him into the back, but Yamapi knows it’s an act, and he laughs. Caught up in the warmth and love in the room, he tends the bar by himself, uncaring about the time. He wants the party to go on forever. Only one thing is missing: Jin said he’d come tonight, not because of Valentine’s Day, but just because. Except Yamapi doesn’t expect Jin to keep his promises, ever. He did at first, and he was disappointed at first, but he’s learned that’s what Jin does, tries to appease first and fulfill second. Jin’s a little selfish, but Yamapi loves him all the same. Even if Yamapi is unsure of Jin’s actions, he’s always sure of Jin’s feelings.
Jin shows up at the very end of the night, during the second-to-last song. “Hey,” he says, and Yamapi looks up from wiping down the counter.
“Hey.” He smiles.
“Usual?” Jin asks, plopping down onto a barstool. His drink is clear, and when Yamapi sets it down, Jin takes his hand in his, massaging the palm gently with his thumb. Yamapi visibly relaxes, like he always does when Jin touches him. Pleased, Jin takes his hand away and works on his drink, while Yamapi continues cleaning up the bar.
“I get the last dance with you, right?” Jin asks, and Yamapi smiles.
“Yeah.”
Jin isn’t made for slow dancing. His body is designed to bump, twist, and grind, not for things so simple and boring as holding someone and gently swaying. Part of this he makes up for because he’s holding Yamapi, and the rest he makes up for by placing a hand in between their bodies, moving across Yamapi’s black vest, caressing the muscle of his chest through clothing, before dipping under Yamapi’s white shirt to trace his stomach. Yamapi whimpers breathily as Jin touches him, and finally Jin moves further south. He slowly rubs Yamapi’s crotch, and Yamapi sighs, automatically pressing closer to Jin. The latter smirks as he feels Yamapi steadily grow in his pants, hips flexing upwards for more of Jin’s touch.
“You’re coming home with me tonight,” Jin whispers into Yamapi’s ear, and Yamapi barely represses a shiver.
“Mmm,” he half-moans into Jin’s neck, all warm and soft and irresistible.
He has to resist the temptation of just doing Jin right there, on the empty dance floor. The wait is terrible; Yamapi and Ryo have to make sure everything is clean, that they’ve listed anything they need to reorder, and that all the glasses are washed. Closing keeps them busy, and Jin has to help out and sweep the dance floor to keep his hands busy while he waits. Ryo is supposed to meet Uchi somewhere, and the three of them are silent mess of sexual tension.
It feels like an eternity before they’ve locked the club doors, and Yamapi tugs on Jin’s arm for a quick kiss before they dash to the bus station. The ride is torture, too; Yamapi refuses to look at Jin because he knows that whatever dirty look he might see on Jin’s face will be his instant undoing. He has to tell himself to wait, and he’s sure Jin is doing the same.
They stumble into Jin’s apartment, and a small part of Yamapi’s mind is surprised that Jin’s been able to keep his hands off of him thus far. And even now, Jin is breathing deeply behind him, gently steering him toward the bedroom. It’s quiet, and there is only the sound of their breathing, coming quickly after running up the stairs, to break the silence. This night has been very quiet ever since the music stopped, but Yamapi’s heart is still beating with the pulse of the songs of an hour ago. From behind him, Jin slips a hand to the bedroom light-switch and Yamapi’s breathing falters.
The lights are low, and in the center of the room, Jin’s bed is covered in red silk sheets. He must have changed the light bulb and bought the linens, Yamapi figures, because he’s had regular cotton ever since Yamapi’s known him. It’s romantic, and Yamapi is immensely pleased. He even detects the scent of vanilla and cinnamon in the air- it’s perfect.
“You like things like this, right,” Jin says lowly, from behind.
“Not really,” Yamapi lies. He has to treasure some of his manhood, after all.
Jin smiles as he pushes Yamapi towards the bed, reaching down to finger the bulge in Yamapi’s pants. “This tells me that you do like what I’ve done,” he says teasingly, watching emotions flit across Yamapi’s face as his pride falls apart.
“Fine,” Yamapi says, voice rough. “Just, just-” words disappear as Yamapi works at getting Jin undressed, and Jin follows suit until they’re both naked and he presses Yamapi into soft silk. The way Yamapi is looking at him is almost unnerving, dark-eyed and horny. Yamapi pulls Jin to him for a hard kiss, the kind that they’ve wanted to share all night. Every place where their skin touches, there’s a spark, and Jin creates fireworks for Yamapi by kissing down his jaw and neck until he reaches his collarbone, while his hand inevitably creeps down, fingers combing through coarse hair and gently squeezing Yamapi’s balls. He continues until Yamapi, impatient, pulls him up to suck on his earlobe before whispering please into Jin’s ear. Yamapi always asks when he wants it.
Jin is happy to oblige, and when he leans over Yamapi to reach the bedside table drawer, Yamapi deftly gives him a few good strokes to make him rise all the way. Jin’s neck tilts back until Yamapi lets go and spreads his legs, ready for Jin to take the next step. Jin is always careful when prepping Yamapi, mostly because when he takes his time, all sorts of little, needy sounds come out of Yamapi’s throat. They always turn into bigger sounds, and when he’s ready, a growl. He rolls the condom on Jin, breathless and impatient, and finally, Jin pushes in slowly.
The feeling of being full is new at the same time it is familiar, because at first, Yamapi can’t ever get used to it. But he’s more impatient than Jin is at times, or maybe Jin has gotten proficient in holding himself back. Soon, Yamapi is ready for Jin to move, and he does, he does, slow but sure, building up his speed as he watches Yamapi flex his hips for it, head thrown back, glistening under a thin layer of sweat. It’s not like anything else of this world when they become one, connected in this way, and Jin thinks that the only word deserving of this occasion is “beautiful”. It’s beautiful, when Yamapi opens his eyes and looks at Jin, hard and confident. It’s beautiful, when Jin thrusts into Yamapi and hits a spot that makes him yell. It’s tight and warm and slick around Jin’s cock, and the friction of Yamapi pushing back, hard, makes him realize that he’s dangerously close. “Pi,” he breathes, the name dropping from his mouth.
“More, more, please,” Yamapi gasps, slamming his hips into Jin’s, trying to get as much as he can. The words give Jin the energy to go even faster, and Yamapi’s moans grow in volume. A couple thrusts later, Jin puts a hot hand on Yamapi’s cock, and Yamapi’s whole body jerks as a sharp spike of pleasure jolts through his entire body. “Yes, yes,” he cries, and Jin groans loudly, nearly done.
“Jin,” Yamapi shouts, a millisecond before he comes, and Jin lets out a moan as he finally lets go. It takes them time to come down, breathing rapidly at first, Jin pulling out and resting on Yamapi’s chest with a happy sigh. It’s quiet again, this silent night, but in their heads, the loud cries and moans still ring.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Yamapi says, finally. It’s corny, but Jin already knows he’s a bit of a sap anyway.
“Stupid,” Jin says, still catching his breath. “I even got massage oils for you, you stupid romantic.” His laugh is breathless and Yamapi joins in laughing with him, even though it hurts both their chests, laughing while so heavily pressed against each other. They know what good pain is.
They know what good everything is.
As corny as it sounds, Yamapi loves that. He loves watching couples; he’s a bit of a romantic, though he doesn’t think the whole world should know that about him. Because of this, he’s secretly kind of excited for Valentine’s Day.
It turns out as Yamapi expected, busy with couples and buzzing with quiet chatter between them. Yamapi suggests pink or red drinks for everyone, and feels a sense of pride when the majority of the drinks are Valentine-tinted. He continues until Ryo elbows him, grumbling about how girly the place is and how Yamapi can stuff a sock in his mouth about pretty drinks. Yamapi smiles and ignores him, because Uchi comes in after that, and Ryo can’t really be bothered with drink colors anymore.
The party continues. The lights are flashing, the band transitions into a slow song, and Yamapi prepares the next drink with a flourish- pink, again. He’s happy.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Yamashita-kun,” the girl says, flashing him a warm smile before returning to her date. Everyone knows Yamapi and Ryo by this time.
Uchi “borrows” Ryo for about half an hour near the end. Ryo’s cut Uchi off a little late this night, Yamapi can tell, from the way Uchi’s smile is just a little too wide, a little too lazy. Ryo looks exasperated as he lets Uchi drag him into the back, but Yamapi knows it’s an act, and he laughs. Caught up in the warmth and love in the room, he tends the bar by himself, uncaring about the time. He wants the party to go on forever. Only one thing is missing: Jin said he’d come tonight, not because of Valentine’s Day, but just because. Except Yamapi doesn’t expect Jin to keep his promises, ever. He did at first, and he was disappointed at first, but he’s learned that’s what Jin does, tries to appease first and fulfill second. Jin’s a little selfish, but Yamapi loves him all the same. Even if Yamapi is unsure of Jin’s actions, he’s always sure of Jin’s feelings.
Jin shows up at the very end of the night, during the second-to-last song. “Hey,” he says, and Yamapi looks up from wiping down the counter.
“Hey.” He smiles.
“Usual?” Jin asks, plopping down onto a barstool. His drink is clear, and when Yamapi sets it down, Jin takes his hand in his, massaging the palm gently with his thumb. Yamapi visibly relaxes, like he always does when Jin touches him. Pleased, Jin takes his hand away and works on his drink, while Yamapi continues cleaning up the bar.
“I get the last dance with you, right?” Jin asks, and Yamapi smiles.
“Yeah.”
Jin isn’t made for slow dancing. His body is designed to bump, twist, and grind, not for things so simple and boring as holding someone and gently swaying. Part of this he makes up for because he’s holding Yamapi, and the rest he makes up for by placing a hand in between their bodies, moving across Yamapi’s black vest, caressing the muscle of his chest through clothing, before dipping under Yamapi’s white shirt to trace his stomach. Yamapi whimpers breathily as Jin touches him, and finally Jin moves further south. He slowly rubs Yamapi’s crotch, and Yamapi sighs, automatically pressing closer to Jin. The latter smirks as he feels Yamapi steadily grow in his pants, hips flexing upwards for more of Jin’s touch.
“You’re coming home with me tonight,” Jin whispers into Yamapi’s ear, and Yamapi barely represses a shiver.
“Mmm,” he half-moans into Jin’s neck, all warm and soft and irresistible.
He has to resist the temptation of just doing Jin right there, on the empty dance floor. The wait is terrible; Yamapi and Ryo have to make sure everything is clean, that they’ve listed anything they need to reorder, and that all the glasses are washed. Closing keeps them busy, and Jin has to help out and sweep the dance floor to keep his hands busy while he waits. Ryo is supposed to meet Uchi somewhere, and the three of them are silent mess of sexual tension.
It feels like an eternity before they’ve locked the club doors, and Yamapi tugs on Jin’s arm for a quick kiss before they dash to the bus station. The ride is torture, too; Yamapi refuses to look at Jin because he knows that whatever dirty look he might see on Jin’s face will be his instant undoing. He has to tell himself to wait, and he’s sure Jin is doing the same.
They stumble into Jin’s apartment, and a small part of Yamapi’s mind is surprised that Jin’s been able to keep his hands off of him thus far. And even now, Jin is breathing deeply behind him, gently steering him toward the bedroom. It’s quiet, and there is only the sound of their breathing, coming quickly after running up the stairs, to break the silence. This night has been very quiet ever since the music stopped, but Yamapi’s heart is still beating with the pulse of the songs of an hour ago. From behind him, Jin slips a hand to the bedroom light-switch and Yamapi’s breathing falters.
The lights are low, and in the center of the room, Jin’s bed is covered in red silk sheets. He must have changed the light bulb and bought the linens, Yamapi figures, because he’s had regular cotton ever since Yamapi’s known him. It’s romantic, and Yamapi is immensely pleased. He even detects the scent of vanilla and cinnamon in the air- it’s perfect.
“You like things like this, right,” Jin says lowly, from behind.
“Not really,” Yamapi lies. He has to treasure some of his manhood, after all.
Jin smiles as he pushes Yamapi towards the bed, reaching down to finger the bulge in Yamapi’s pants. “This tells me that you do like what I’ve done,” he says teasingly, watching emotions flit across Yamapi’s face as his pride falls apart.
“Fine,” Yamapi says, voice rough. “Just, just-” words disappear as Yamapi works at getting Jin undressed, and Jin follows suit until they’re both naked and he presses Yamapi into soft silk. The way Yamapi is looking at him is almost unnerving, dark-eyed and horny. Yamapi pulls Jin to him for a hard kiss, the kind that they’ve wanted to share all night. Every place where their skin touches, there’s a spark, and Jin creates fireworks for Yamapi by kissing down his jaw and neck until he reaches his collarbone, while his hand inevitably creeps down, fingers combing through coarse hair and gently squeezing Yamapi’s balls. He continues until Yamapi, impatient, pulls him up to suck on his earlobe before whispering please into Jin’s ear. Yamapi always asks when he wants it.
Jin is happy to oblige, and when he leans over Yamapi to reach the bedside table drawer, Yamapi deftly gives him a few good strokes to make him rise all the way. Jin’s neck tilts back until Yamapi lets go and spreads his legs, ready for Jin to take the next step. Jin is always careful when prepping Yamapi, mostly because when he takes his time, all sorts of little, needy sounds come out of Yamapi’s throat. They always turn into bigger sounds, and when he’s ready, a growl. He rolls the condom on Jin, breathless and impatient, and finally, Jin pushes in slowly.
The feeling of being full is new at the same time it is familiar, because at first, Yamapi can’t ever get used to it. But he’s more impatient than Jin is at times, or maybe Jin has gotten proficient in holding himself back. Soon, Yamapi is ready for Jin to move, and he does, he does, slow but sure, building up his speed as he watches Yamapi flex his hips for it, head thrown back, glistening under a thin layer of sweat. It’s not like anything else of this world when they become one, connected in this way, and Jin thinks that the only word deserving of this occasion is “beautiful”. It’s beautiful, when Yamapi opens his eyes and looks at Jin, hard and confident. It’s beautiful, when Jin thrusts into Yamapi and hits a spot that makes him yell. It’s tight and warm and slick around Jin’s cock, and the friction of Yamapi pushing back, hard, makes him realize that he’s dangerously close. “Pi,” he breathes, the name dropping from his mouth.
“More, more, please,” Yamapi gasps, slamming his hips into Jin’s, trying to get as much as he can. The words give Jin the energy to go even faster, and Yamapi’s moans grow in volume. A couple thrusts later, Jin puts a hot hand on Yamapi’s cock, and Yamapi’s whole body jerks as a sharp spike of pleasure jolts through his entire body. “Yes, yes,” he cries, and Jin groans loudly, nearly done.
“Jin,” Yamapi shouts, a millisecond before he comes, and Jin lets out a moan as he finally lets go. It takes them time to come down, breathing rapidly at first, Jin pulling out and resting on Yamapi’s chest with a happy sigh. It’s quiet again, this silent night, but in their heads, the loud cries and moans still ring.
“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Yamapi says, finally. It’s corny, but Jin already knows he’s a bit of a sap anyway.
“Stupid,” Jin says, still catching his breath. “I even got massage oils for you, you stupid romantic.” His laugh is breathless and Yamapi joins in laughing with him, even though it hurts both their chests, laughing while so heavily pressed against each other. They know what good pain is.
They know what good everything is.