Gift Fic for
you_puzzle_me Title: Changing Lanes
Pairing: Pin (no side-characters, I feel ashamed. Sorry, but somehow it turned out like this)
Rating/Warning: Between R and NC-17. Language, explicit content, sexual interaction
Summary: Simple male logics. What do you do when you’re sitting around, have a slight buzz from alcohol, but feel bored, because the dvd player isn’t working? Naturally, you try to act on long-hidden desires. Making out is as good an occupation as any other, after all…
Note: This was written for
you_puzzle_me! It’s not really PWP - I don’t really know how to categorize it. ^^ I hope you enjoy it, though.
Jin sighed. “Okay, this is tiring,” he complained, yelling over the loud music in Yamapi’s direction.
Even so, the younger boy just blinked and pointed at his ear, shrugging helplessly.
Jin rolled his eyes, but leaned in closer to speak directly into Yamapi’s ear.
“I’m bored,” he yelled out. “Let’s head outside.”
Yamapi simply nodded, looking quite thankful, as he made his way after Jin to the door. He sighed in relief as he felt his face getting hit by fresh cool night air.
“Ah, okay, this is definitely better,” he announced.
“Eh?” Jin asked, blinking. “Woah, the noise in there was really deafening.”
Yamapi shook his head, but yet smiled. “And no hot chicks,” he complained.
“Well, your former band-mate left with the only considerable girl,” Jin teased with a grin.
The other just shrugged. “He’s working hard, so why shouldn’t he get to have his fun?”
“Because you wanted to have that fun?” Jin suggested, his grin turning sly.
“Hey, I’m not that kind of guy,” Yamapi defended himself. “I’d rather date a girl than just pick her up and then throw her back out.”
“Well, what to do?” Jin shrugged. “If you really want to date her, she’ll get stalked. Stabbed, in the worst case.”
“So not funny,” Yamapi pouted. “But I guess it’s true that relationships are a difficult issue for us.”
“Ne?” Jin dragged out, pulling out a little pack of cigarettes, lighting one.
He offered the small item to his friend, but Yamapi shook his head. “I’m really trying to quit.”
“Until the next tour,” Jin commented with a shrug, but put the pack away.
“You could be a little bit more supportive, you know,” Yamapi told him.
“I’ll try to remember that,” Jin grinned again. “So, what now?”
Yamapi blinked. “What do you mean, what now? Isn’t it quite late?”
“I just had two Red Bull,” Jin informed him. “I won’t sleep any time soon.”
“Well, nothing I can do about it,” the younger one told him with a shrug.
“You can keep me company,” Jin decided. “You can also sleep over, if you like.”
“Seriously,” Yamapi sighed out, “why do you keep suggesting that? It’s not like I mind a lot, but really, you invite me over so much, it’s almost suspicious.”
Jin merely blinked at him. Then he smirked.
“Well, I’ll admit, I don’t like sleeping alone,” he said with a wink.
“Again, not funny,” Yamapi retorted.
“Oh, come on,” he older one urged him. “I promise you, it’s safe.”
“Fine,” Yamapi finally sighed. “I’m coming.”
“Cool,” the other nodded with a smile. “Hey, wanna get some booze to get sleepy?”
“No thanks,” Yamapi stated, shaking his head. “There’s no knowing what you might do when you’re drunk.”
“Drunk or not,” Jin grumbled out, “I can always tell the difference between boobs and no boobs.”
“Fine,” Yamapi waved him off. “But I think I’ve had enough for the night. I’m feeling fuzzy as it is and I’ve got rehearsals tomorrow.”
“Okay, then,” the other nodded. “I’m too tired for walking. Let’s grab a cab.”
“Sure,” Yamapi nodded. “Hey,” he called out.
Jin turned to look at him. “Hm?”
“Can I grab one?”
Jin just grinned at him and grabbed his pack of cigarettes, offering it to his friend yet again.
“Thanks,” Yamapi chirped. “Ano… light?”
The other sighed, but lit his friend’s cigarette.
“Thank you,” the younger sighed out. “I’ll quit tomorrow.”
“If you say so,” Jin retorted, still grinning. “Okay, let’s get going.”
“Fine. But no porn,” Yamapi suddenly blurted out.
Jin whined. “What - no booze, no porn… you’re ruling out everything fun,” he complained.
“I’m just ruling out everything that might give one of us, or both of us, weird ideas,” Yamapi told him.
“You make it sound like I’m just waiting for a good opportunity to jump you,” Jin grumbled.
“Mah,” Yamapi said playfully, “I trust you to keep your hands to yourself.”
“Just you wait,” Jin warned him. “Next time we’re on stage together, I’ll fanservice you into oblivion.”
Yamapi laughed at that. “Aw, you always watch out for our marketing.”
***
“Okay,” Yamapi sighed out impatiently. “What do we do now? We’ve been here for almost an hour. I’m dying of boredom.”
“Well, I can’t help it,” the older one shrugged. “You said no booze and no porn.”
“How about a dvd?” Yamapi suggested.
“My player’s out of order,” Jin sighed in defeat.
“Well, it’s your place, so you suggest what we do,” Yamapi decided.
Jin sighed, annoyed. “Phone pranks?” he suggested without drive.
“How old are you?” Yamapi asked, making a face.
“Oh, you want to do adult stuff?” Jin retorted with a smirk.
“You keep making these jokes too much, you know,” Yamapi complained. “Trying to say something?”
“Well, you never make these jokes,” Jin answered with a shrug. “What’s more, you always take them so personally. Trying to hide something?”
“Nothing there to hide,” Yamapi informed him.
“Aw, now you’re lying,” Jin told him. “There’s always something. And with a face as pretty as yours.”
Yamapi tried to glare at him, but ended up pouting. “Well, you go first, then,” he dared.
“Sorry?”
“If you want a delicate story, you’ll have to give me one of your own,” Yamapi explained.
“So, now we’re at `Truth or Dare´?” Jin asked playfully.
“Eh? That too is a children’s game,” Yamapi said, annoyed.
“We make it an adult version,” Jin suggested, seeming to like the idea.
“No,” Yamapi dragged out weakly. “Why?”
“Because you said you were bored and you wanted me to come up with something and this is what we’re gonna do now,” Jin explained. “As a treat, you start.”
Yamapi looked sceptically at him for a while, but then finally sighed and nodded.
“Fine. Truth or dare.”
“Since you want to know so badly,” Jin said nonchalantly, “truth.”
“Okay,” Yamapi said with a predatory look on his face. “Have you ever molested a guy?”
Jin blinked. Then he burst out. “What - that’s what you think? No!”
“Well, what then? Did you…”
“No, no, no,” Jin cut in. “I answered your question, now it’s my turn.”
“Hey,” Yamapi complained.
“It’s not my fault that you gave away your head start,” Jin told him, feeling a little offended. “Thinking of me like that.”
“Okay, then,” the younger one sighed. “Give it to me.” He blinked, then blushed. “You know… what I mean.”
“Of course,” Jin smirked. “Truth, or dare?”
“Truth,” Yamapi muttered out.
“Okay. Ever had a gay fantasy?”
Yamapi stared at him. His face was beet red. “But… that… that’s not… what we talked about before.”
“So?” Jin shrugged. “It’s a game, right? You’re free to ask me the same question on your next turn.”
“What if you choose dare?” Yamapi asked defensively.
“Then you can ask me to demonstrate,” Jin smirked playfully. “But first you answer.”
Yamapi fumbled with his hands, looking embarrassed. “Well… yes.”
Jin merely nodded. “You don’t have to, since you answered your question, but care to tell me what it was?”
“No,” Yamapi shot out. “My turn. Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Jin popped out instantly.
Yamapi considered him for a while, biting his lip. Then he sighed.
“Write a mail to Matsu-Jun and ask him out for dinner,” he finally stated.
Jin blinked. “That’s unexpectedly cruel of you,” he admitted. “But very well.” He grabbed his phone and did his task as requested. “My turn,” he said once he was finished. “Truth or dare?”
Yamapi hesitated for a moment. He knew Jin would not let off about his earlier answer. But then, if he chose dare, Jin could make him “demonstrate”. It was a tricky choice.
“Ano… truth,” Yamapi finally decided.
“Okay, let’s hear that fantasy, then,” Jin requested in an amused voice.
Yamapi sighed. “Jin, really.”
“Come on,” the other urged him. “We’re both grown men, so don’t act all shy and what not.”
“Okay,” Yamapi sighed. “But you can’t tell anyone.”
“It won’t leave this room,” Jin assured him.
“Well,” Yamapi began, licking his lips, “I thought about… I more like wondered what another guy’s would feel like. You know.”
“Yeah, I know. Anyone in particular?” Jin wanted to know.
“I answered, now it’s my turn,” the other told him with a glare. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Jin stated simply.
“Okay.” Yamapi considered him for a moment more, then took a deep breath. “You have the hots for me?”
Jin simply stared at him for a moment. Then he burst out laughing. Yamapi blinked at the picture, blushing.
“What’s so funny?” he wanted to know.
“Sorry,” Jin said, still chuckling. “You’re too easy to tease. Do you really think that?”
“Well, you keep saying weird things,” Yamapi defended himself.
“That’s just me,” Jin shrugged. “No, Pi. I don’t have the hots for you. Sheesh, get over yourself, really. You’re not that hot, you know.”
“Okay, fine. Whatever.” Yamapi pouted.
“My turn,” Jin announced happily. “Truth or dare?”
Yamapi thought about it quite long, then said, “Dare.”
“Okay,” Jin said with a predatory look in his eyes. “Touch my dick.”
Yamapi’s mouth fell open in disbelief. “What?” he breathed out.
“Go on, touch it,” Jin urged.
Yamapi shook his head wildly. “No, no, no way! And the game’s over, because you lied before.”
“Where exactly?” Jin asked bluntly.
“You so have the hots for me,” Yamapi insisted.
“Still with your ego? Pi, did you consider that I’m offering you this - as a friend?”
“Offering?” the younger one gasped out.
“You said that’s your fantasy,” Jin explained. “But you’re so uptight, you’ll never try it on your own. If it’s like this, you can always and forever blame it on the stupid game. But you can still try.”
“But why do you want that?” Yamapi asked, shaking his head.
“Since there’s nothing for us to do, why not make out?” the other offered.
“What - make out?”
“It’s not a big deal,” Jin shrugged. “Just a bit of fun. And a question answered.”
“Can I ask you one more question before I… decide?” Jin was silent, so he asked. “What’s your gay fantasy?”
“Dare,” Jin said with a grin.
Yamapi blinked at him. “What?”
“You didn’t ask me before, but I choose dare. So I’ll show you now,” Jin told him.
“Why are we doing this again?” Yamapi asked, in an insecure voice.
Jin sighed. “Because we’re friends and we’re bored and just that little bit drunk to let it count as simple curiosity.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“O-okay.”
“Good,” Jin smiled. “’C’mere,” he crooned, pulling Yamapi close and practically seating him onto his lap.
“W-what’s that now?” Yamapi asked, blushing a bit.
“My fantasy,” Jin whispered and with that pulled the other’s head closer, pleased to find he met no resistance.
The next moment their lips connected in an experimental touch. Yamapi gasped out in surprise.
“What?” Jin asked between annoyed and amused.
“It’s…” Yamapi stared. “It’s… it’s not… puckey.”
Jin laughed at that. “Did you imagine it like that?”
“Well…” Yamapi blushed.
“Forget it,” the other one waved him off. “Let’s rather see what else you‘ll find `not puckey´,” he suggested playfully.
“Okay,” Yamapi agreed and for their second connection actually tried for a real kiss.
Much to his surprise he found it not only not sickening, but rather pleasant. Jin had full, plush lips and they were soft against his own, playing with him sweetly, but also suggestively. A teasing tongue flicked over his lips, making him jump slightly. He understood that it was a crucial moment. If he accepted Jin like that, who knew what else they would do? Before he could make his considerate choice, though, his body and its obvious needs ran away with him. His mouth opened willingly and without resistance, letting Jin’s venturing tongue in to give him teasing stimulation. For a second he thought that it just might be the fact that it had been ages since he’d had so much as a decent kiss, but just a few seconds into it he decided that just for the time being it really didn’t matter. Their kiss was heated, passionate… rushed and sloppy.
“Ah, Pi,” Jin interrupted, his voice soft, but slightly tense. “Not so… hard. We’re kissing, dammit, not trying to eat the other’s face.”
“Sorry,” Yamapi muttered back. “It’s been a while.”
“It’s okay,” Jin assured him. “Just… why don’t we take it a bit slower? A sensual kiss.”
“Okay,” the other agreed. “Just what is `sensual´ to you?”
“Mh,” Jin hummed against his lips. “A sensual kiss has many elements,” he explained. He nipped at Yamapi’s lips softly, then he gave several quick pecks. “It’s playful,” he whispered. Next his tongue came out, licking over already slightly opened lips. “Stimulating,” his low voice rang in Yamapi’s ears. Jin grinned inwardly as he heard a sharp intake of breath from the other. His tongue ventured further, prying the responsive mouth open wide enough to slip in the tip, giving the hint of a lick. Then he pulled back again just to move back in a second later. He kept repeating the motion, moving his tongue in and out of the hot cavern that tasted so sweet to him he wanted to go back to the “eating” version. But Jin kept the slow pace. “It’s suggestive.” He felt Yamapi shuddering at the image.
“Jin…”
Their kiss grew more intimate again, but it did not get rushed. Jin threw himself into it with everything he had. He knew that Yamapi was still wary about their rather unexpected encounter and he wanted to squash any doubts the other might still have had. Yamapi, at the same time, was feeling flushed with the things Jin did to him. Until that very moment he hadn’t had any idea how many different things a tongue could do - with and in and around your mouth. He blushed, unsure how to respond to several of the things the other was offering to him. Suddenly he felt inexperienced and stupid. Their kiss broke and their eyes met. Yamapi was stunned for a second as he saw that Jin was affected as much as he was, his cheeks flushed and his breath laboured.
“See?” Jin’s voice vibrated between them. “That was a good kiss.”
“Yes,” was all Yamapi could utter, still lost in the sensations Jin had evoked in his body, strong and prickling and only slowly fading out. “More,” he mumbled.
“Oh, now we’re talking,” Jin grinned at him.
Their lips engaged in lazier play. Yamapi had grown more than responsive, he was kissing back passionately, fully enjoying their game. It was when he felt slightly cold fingers slipping under the hem of his shirt and teasing his small that he stiffened again. His eyes found Jin’s and he bit his lip.
“Ah, Jin… what…?”
“Oh,” Jin dragged out playfully, “I should have told you. In my fantasy the guy and I are both naked, so…”
“So…” Yamapi’s blush grew deeper, his gaze avoiding Jin’s eyes.
Suddenly the reality of the situation crashed down on them. They were sitting on a couch, Yamapi astride Jin, who was sneaking his hand under his friend’s shirt. It was all real. Not a stupid fantasy. If they continued with it, leaving aside curiosity and alcohol, things between them might change. Drastically.
“Oh god, Jin, is this really…? I mean, maybe we should just… you know, stop here.”
“Yeah,” the other agreed, feeling pretty awkward. Still, neither of them moved. “You know,” Jin continued after a while, “I’m hard. So either move your ass down there or off me, because it’s getting pretty disturbing.”
Yamapi chuckled at that. He slid forward slightly, his lips touching Jin’s again.
“You know,” he whispered, “I’m kind of… indecent myself.”
Jin blinked at him. “Really?”
“Yeah, congratulations,” Yamapi sneered at him, “you made me hard. God, I can’t believe I need it so bad.”
“Why, thank you,” Jin bit at him, making a face.
Yamapi stared at him, understanding what he had implied only then.
“Well, what I mean is…”
“You know,” Jin interrupted him, “no matter how we end this now, this is already so gay we’ll never get out of it again.”
“So,” Yamapi continued the thought, “since the damage is already done…”
“We don’t have to… you know, do it,” the other explained. “Not now, anyway.”
“Not now,” Yamapi chuckled, shaking his head.
“Oh, now don’t act like you’re all indifferent,” Jin complained. “Your face is all heated up and I can feel your little, you know, friend down there.”
“So I liked it,” Yamapi shrugged.
“So did I,” Jin told him, giving him a quick peck, which made Yamapi smile. “But maybe going all out would be a mistake right now. We might rush a good thing and ruin it.”
“I don’t even want to think about what you’re implying,” Yamapi sighed.
“Why not? You said you liked it.”
“I did,” Yamapi admitted.
“Once again, going slow might be the key,” Jin mused. “You know, step-by-step.”
“So no more acting out gay fantasies?” the younger one asked with a faked pout.
“Oh, we can still do that,” Jin suggested. “Mine, for one, was already pretty good.”
“Yours?” Yamapi blinked. “Your what?”
“My fantasy,” Jin grinned, but at the same time he felt the blush coming back to his face.
“What is your gay fantasy now?” Yamapi asked.
“Having you sitting on my lap, straddling my hips while I feel you up.”
At that Yamapi blinked. “Wow,” he muttered. “Okay, so… having a guy sitting on your lap, that’s it.”
“No,” Jin’s voice sounded between them.
Yamapi didn’t quite know how to categorize the feeling in his belly. He was nervous, scared, but at the same time anxious, full of anticipation. He was... Was he?
“My fantasy is about you,” Jin finally continued. “I don’t even know why, I just… can’t help it. Oh god, you have no idea, how often I imagined, how much I wanted to… more than once - I was this close to doing something. But in the end I was too scared.”
Yamapi stared, shocked at the confession. “J-Jin,” he stuttered.
“I know,” Jin grinned at him. “Shocking, right?”
“Yeah,” Yamapi dragged out. Then he grinned. “I knew it. You’re hot for me.”
“Very well,” Jin gave him, “I am, you win. Now what?”
“Now you will let me experience my fantasy,” Yamapi explained to him.
Without further ado Yamapi quickly undid the other’s pants, shoving his hand right in. Jin yelped slightly at the rough treatment.
“You definitely have to work on your finesse,” he told his friend, a pained look on his face.
“Sorry,” the other apologized. “If I hadn’t done it quickly, I think I wouldn’t have found the courage.”
Jin chuckled lightly at that. “Very well. So, how is it now?”
Yamapi blinked, then his attention went fully to his hand in Jin’s pants. He could feel the other’s length against his hand. It was moving slightly, as if trying to get his attention.
“Wow,” he breathed out. “That’s…”
“Good,” Jin muttered. “Pi,” he looked into his friend’s eyes. “Pull it, please.”
Yamapi simply nodded and freed the length from its restraints. It wasn’t all the way hard yet, but it was growing. In his hand. It was an unknown, alien, but also exciting feeling. He started to rub it, from head to base and back up again. He tried various holds until he found a technique that seemed to work and felt comfortable for him. Once he had found a good rhythm he concentrated on his task, pumping the dick in his hand in long, fast strokes. He was fascinated by the reactions he got from Jin. He had never seen the other like that, flushed and wanton, thrusting his hips as he moved into Yamapi’s moving hand that gave him pleasure he had been yearning for. He had never heard such sounds coming from his friend’s mouth, needy and pleading with him, silently asking for more, sometimes throwing in sweet obscenities.
“Oh god, Pi… so good,” Jin dragged out. He smiled at the other, giving him a quick kiss. “How does it feel for you?” he asked, before sinking back against the backrest again.
Yamapi followed him, grinning slightly. “Why don’t you find out yourself?” he suggested, wiggling his own hips slightly.
Next thing he knew fingers that weren’t cold anymore ventured into his pants, finding his length and starting to give it pleasurable treatment instantly.
“Fuck, Jin,” Yamapi burst out, thrusting out involuntarily at the sudden surge of pleasure that went through his body.
“We can do that too, if you like,” the other suggested, not letting off Yamapi’s cock, pleasuring his friend as best he could in their position.
Much to his appeal Yamapi moaned at the prospect.
“Yeah, let’s do that,” Jin confirmed. “But now… can we just…?”
“I want to see you come,” Yamapi told him, letting him know that as they were sitting there they wanted the same thing.
“Oh god, Pi,” Jin sighed. “I… harder, please.” He frowned. “No, not tighter, just… you know, quick, rough… oh yeah, that’s it.”
Yamapi grinned as he continued to follow Jin’s vocal lead. He leaned forward once more, whispering into the other’s ear.
“Tell me how you like it.”
“This is good,” Jin answered breathlessly.
“What else do you like?”
“I like… the way your dick feels in my hand.”
“Mh, I like that too,” Yamapi agreed. “But you can let off for now if you want to concentrate,” he offered.
Jin sighed in relief, leaving the other’s length and concentrating on the treatment that he got.
“Just a bit more,” he pleaded softly. “Oh god, Pi, yes… Please… just a bit… more…” And there it was. Yamapi could see it building up, spreading through all of Jin’s body. He was close.
“Almost,” Jin whined. “Yes, oh… fuck yeah…” He thrust his hips wildly. “Mh, coming…”
Then it happened. For a second Jin’s body went completely rigid and then he started to shake as his orgasm washed over him. A long moan was drawn from his lips as he rode out the feeling, moving into the warm, pleasing hand. Pi could feel a sticky substance covering his fingers that were still working Jin’s length. For a second he thought whether he should be grossed out, but it wasn’t even fully formed before he dismissed it as irrelevant. Even if it was gross, the fact that Jin was so… that Jin was like that, because of him, because of what he had done for him was worth so much more than any off feeling he might have had about it.
“Had a good ride?” Yamapi finally asked.
The other merely nodded at him. “Thank you,” he croaked out.
“You’re welcome,” Yamapi chirped. “So, how is this story going to end? Do I get a happy end too?”
Jin chuckled softly at that. He leaned forward, kissing the other long and passionately.
“Come here,” he crooned as he drew back, “I’ll make you happy.”
With that his hand went back to working Yamapi. And he sure was living up to his words. Yamapi was already feeling beyond joyful. Experienced fingers teased him just that little bit that would heighten his senses, before going for a strong, fast pace, beating his cock in a way that felt slightly rough, but damn, even that felt hot, because it made him aware that it was not simply his own hand doing the job, but that Jin was there, pleasuring him, holding him, making him feel like he was flying. Higher. Higher.
“Oh god, Jin,” he heard himself moaning. “So close.”
“Come.” A word whispered against his ear. And that did it. The knot in his belly filled with heat, growing, tightening, until it was just too much and it had to burst, the explosion cursing through his entire body, shaking his muscles, making them grow weak. He felt himself slumping forward slightly. With one last sigh he rested his forehead against Jin’s shoulder.
“Oh my god,” he panted out. “That was…”
“Hot?”
The other one smiled. “Absolutely. It was really… amazing.”
Jin pushed him back slightly so he could look into his eyes again. “You know, there are many more things that I can show you. If you will let me.”
“Oh yes?” Yamapi asked, arching a brow.
“Definitely,” Jin grinned at him. “I studied in America. And not just books. I learned things you wouldn’t even dare think of.”
“Mh, that sounds tempting,” Yamapi purred.
“Ne, Pi?”
“Hm?”
“Truth or dare?”
There was a pause as Yamapi didn’t quite know what to make of that.
“Ano… truth?”
“Do you think you can… maybe… some day… a little bit… like me?”
At that Yamapi stared. Then he smiled, shaking his head. “You know, I’ve always despised that `bakanishi´-crap, but honestly, what do you think I’m doing here?”
“Living out a gay fantasy?” the other shrugged.
“Right,” Yamapi nodded. “Listen now, you idiot… I don’t simply follow anyone to their… well, couch.”
Jin chuckled slightly at that. “So you’re saying?” he insisted.
The other blushed slightly. “What else do you want me to say, asshole?! I like you, dammit.”
Jin blinked at him, then he burst out laughed, making Yamapi pout.
“What?!” he wanted to know.
“Sorry,” Jin heaved out, still laughing. “Just… if I ever wondered how you would confess to someone, this would have been the last thing I would have thought of. And yet, it feels only too natural now.”
“Are you saying I’m a freak?” Yamapi asked, still pouting.
“Hell, yeah,” Jin grinned at him. “But you’re my freak now.”
“So I got an idiot and you got a freak,” Yamapi analysed.
“Sounds like a fair deal to me,” Jin mused.
“It would,” Yamapi retorted. “You’re an idiot, remember?”
“I might be,” Jin gave him, “however, from the two of us, I am the one with the bigger range of choices. Stupid people get laid often and easily, whereas freaks…”
“Fair enough, then, I suppose.,” Yamapi laughed.
“Fantastic. I dare you to reveal this at work tomorrow.”
“We’re not playing anymore.”
“Oh - who decided that?”
“The guy who will be cleaning your jizz off his hand now.”
“So I win,” Jin concluded.
“I suppose we both win,” Yamapi retorted, capturing Jin’s lips into a slow but deep kiss to keep him from carrying the discussion any further - any maybe guide his mind towards other, more interesting things. The night was still young, after all…