Your Scent [Only the Ring Finger Knows | Wataru/Yuichi | R]
Title: Your Scent
Author: worblehat
Rating: R
Warnings: Sap. But it's canon sap, so I couldn't really avoid it.
Word Count: 1,968
Summary: Only the Ring Finger Knows, Yuuichi/Wataru: school tie - "Everything I own smells of you."
A/N: Self-beta'd - only really ran spellcheck since I need to get to bed.
Yuichi turned over in bed, frowning at the space where Wataru should have been. Autumn air leaked into his apartment and he stared blearily at the window he'd forgotten to close the previous night.
He closed his eyes, shifted to the other side of the bed, and breathed in.
♂♂
How is the studying going? flashed up on the LCD display of Wataru's cell phone.
Fine, he texted back. He wanted to write more, but knew if he did, he'd just end up calling Yuichi and not getting anything done. And if that happened, all his studying would be for naught, and he wouldn't get into the same or even a neighbouring college as his boyfriend, and they'd have to spend even more time part, and and and-
Just fine? Do you want to come over? The invitation made Wataru's heart skip a beat. He was about to reply when another text came in: To study, I mean.
Oh right. Studying, he thought glumly.
Still, it'd be a chance to see Yuichi, after a week and a half of not being able to meet up. He'd talked to him twice, but that wasn't the same. He missed Yuichi; and while he couldn't bring himself to ask to go over, or even just to show up (now that he had a spare key), he felt all right accepting an invite.
Give me thirty minutes, he typed out before packing up some stuff and letting his parents know he'd be out that night.
♂♂
The hands around his waist made his heart stop completely, until he remembered breathing was kind of a vital thing and exhaled, letting out the surprised intake of air. Yuichi's arms were a little more intense than usual, holding him close. Wataru wondered if something was wrong, and then felt himself being sniffed.
"Hey!" he cried, flustered but not fully sure why. "You're not a dog!"
Yuichi pulled back, looking at him questioningly. The confused, almost quizzical look on his face made Wataru want to retract his statement: Yuichi looked for all the world like a dog waiting for a treat, wondering why he hadn't been given one already. "... Dog?" he asked, his confusion turning to disgust, or perhaps hurt pride.
"You were... sniffing me," said Wataru, blushing. He felt cold when Yuichi let go of him, perking up when their fingers interlocked.
"I was just breathing normally," said Yuichi. He seemed to be avoiding Wataru's eyes; Wataru didn't press it. He let his bag be taken from him as he was guided towards the small dining table, where Yuichi had prepared a snack. They ate together, knees touching, Yuichi's ringed hand squeezing his knee every once in a while as they talked.
Wataru was in heaven. If it had been before the summer, he was sure he'd have been excited; but without being able to see each other nearly as much, he felt starved for Yuichi's touch.
When they were done, Yuichi picked up the dishes and cleaned up, instructing Wataru to "get to work." Wataru sighed but did as he was told. This was their future on the line, after all: if he didn't pass...
No, there was no time to think about things like that.
He cracked open a book and began reading. English was his least-favourite, weakest subject, and so he worked on it the most. After a while, Yuichi sat down with him and began helping. Hours passed, until Wataru was blinking forcefully to keep his eyes open, his body and brain completely exhausted.
Lying back on the floor, he didn't even attempt to open his eyes when he felt Yuichi lean over. Most likely, Yuichi was either frowning deeply (at him not having accomplished enough) or smiling (at Wataru's nearly-sleeping face); or he was looking serious, trying to find a way to wake him up and drag him to bed. Given the pressure against his thigh, Wataru figured it was probably the last one.
He looked up.
"... Do you want to go to bed?" asked Yuichi.
Wataru smirked softly. "Go to bed or 'go to bed'?" he asked meaningfully.
Yuichi's cheeks coloured just a little. "... Either one."
"Mm," said Wataru, bringing both his arms up and around Yuichi's neck, pulling him in closer until their lips were touching. Yuichi slipped himself on top of Wataru, the obviousness of his hardon making Wataru squirm. He still wasn't fully used to being wanted like this, and especially not by Yuichi; but he liked it, evidenced by the way his body reacted so heatedly to these kinds of touches.
It was Yuichi who broke away first, helping Wataru stand up and guiding him to bed, where they both flopped down together. Wataru didn't move, allowing Yuichi to undress him completely, eyes closing at the feel of his boyfriend's lips on his collarbone, stomach and thighs. He moaned, remembering Yuichi's request for him not to hold back or keep silent. It had been embarrassing (and still was a lot of the time) but it made Yuichi's eyes glow with a passion that was more than worth it.
He blinked confusedly when something tied around his wrists, pinning him to the bed. "What is-"
"Shhh," whispered Yuichi, kissing him quiet as he removed the rest of their clothing, letting it fall messily to the floor. Wataru wanted to ask more but his thoughts flew completely out of his head at the feel of Yuichi's hand, slowly stroking back and forth along his shaft. He whined when the hand pulled away, moving towards his entrance, slick fingers slowly moving within him until Yuichi shifted him higher on the bed, sliding gently inside.
"Wataru..." breathed Yuichi as their bodies met, again and again; his name spilling from his lips over and over, until Wataru's body tightened and Yuichi lost himself, coming hard inside him.
♂♂
Wataru awoke to a dull pain between his legs and sat up, wincing. Yuichi had ended up doing it another two times later that night, saying Wataru looked just too cute to resist. Yuichi's own face had been so intense and sexy that Wataru had immediately agreed to go as many times as he wanted, silently grateful when Yuichi finally fell asleep, since his own body was now exhausted from so much attention.
Yuichi was already awake - most likely making breakfast, based on the sounds and smells coming from the kitchen. Wataru had stayed bare all night, in keeping with Yuichi's preferences; but the mornings were sometimes cold, like today, and he shivered, rushing to find his clothing and hurriedly putting it on. His tie was missing and he crawled around the room, trying to find it.
Just as he was about to give up (he had a spare at home, after all), he saw it. The tie was shoved into the top drawer of Yuichi's dresser, just the tip of it showing. If he hadn't been looking for that particular colour, he might not have seen it at all.
Drawing a sigh of relief, he opened the drawer and looked inside. Then he gasped. Loudly.
"Wataru?" came a worried voice at the door. "Are you okay?"
"Y-Yes," said Wataru. He felt a little dizzy. What was so much of his clothing doing here? He knew he'd left one, two - maybe even three items. But there were so many shirts, thin jackets and undershirts here. Picking one of the jackets he'd missed terrible when he noticed it was missing, he shot a questioning glance in Yuichi's direction. "How come you have my things?"
Yuichi leaned against the door frame, clearly embarrassed - though for a passerby, this would look more like anger. Wataru, however, was now readily familiar with Yuichi's expressions and could read the hesitation clearly.
"It's... you left it here," responded Yuichi.
"But... why didn't you tell me it was here?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because I didn't!" said Yuichi, as if to close the conversation. He yanked the jacket out of Wataru's hands, giving it back to him before shutting the drawer closed. "You shouldn't be looking through my stuff anyway."
"But it's my stuff in there!" protested Wataru.
"So?"
"So I want it back!"
"No." Yuichi stood firmly in front of the dresser. "You left it here, so it's mine now."
"What?" Wataru almost wanted to cry. He didn't understand any of this. Why should his clothing be held hostage? Was Yuichi mad at him? If so, why? What had he done?
"Don't look like that," said Yuichi, reaching out one hand to caress his cheek. "It's not what you think."
Wataru's eyes stung. "Then what is it?" he asked. "All I know is that you won't give me my clothes back."
"That's because..."
Wataru waited. Yuichi sighed.
"I... like the way you..."
He missed the ending words, even though he leaned in to hear them. "You like the way I what?" he repeated.
"The way you smell," said Yuichi, definitely avoiding his gaze now.
"The way I smell?" asked Wataru, utterly confused. He raised his arm, sniffing it. "I don't smell anything."
"You wouldn't," said Yuichi in exasperation. "Because you're you."
Wataru thought about this. "So... that means you can smell me?"
"Yes."
"What do I smell like?"
"... You really want to know?"
"I asked, didn't I?"
Yuichi's mischievous look was back. He took one step closer, fingertips skimming along Wataru's neck, making him shiver. "You smell like attraction, and cuteness and love." He kissed his cheek. "And it's all for me."
Stuck-up jerk, thought Wataru privately, even though he knew the last part was right.
"Oh yeah?" he said, finally finding his voice when Yuichi's lips ceased kissing, at least for the moment. "Well, do you know what you smell like?"
"No..." said Yuichi, looking surprised.
"Well..."
Yuichi smiled. "What do I smell like, Wataru?"
"I-I don't know," stammered Wataru.
Yuichi leaned in, offering his neck. "Breathe in and tell me."
Knowing he couldn't very well back out now, Wataru closed his eyes and inhaled. The thought oh god passed through his mind as his sore, weary body responded to the scent.
"You just smell like yourself," he said hurriedly.
"Now, wait-"
"I have to go."
"But there's breakfast-"
"Sorry! Another time!"
The door knob was barely in his hand when he heard Yuichi's hand slamming against the wood of the door, holding it closed. His breath tickled the back of Wataru's neck. "Wataru," he whispered, reminding him of the first time he'd heard his name spoken from those lips.
Wataru shivered.
"Tell me... what do I smell like to you?"
He lowered his head. "Like... sex."
Yuichi was silent; then: "Really."
"Yes, really," said Wataru, attempting to pull the door open and failing.
"That's it?" pressed Yuichi.
He sighed and turned around, losing himself to that sad gaze. Since when did this become so important to Yuichi, anyway?
"No," Wataru replied. "You smell like... comfort. And soap. And strength. And beauty. And everything I could ever want."
Yuichi flushed. "... Oh. Is that it?"
Wataru laughed. "Yes, that's it."
"Do you still have to leave?"
"I guess not." Wataru allowed himself to be led to the table. He dug into the food, grateful to Yuichi; smiling when their hands were linked, the metal of the rings clinking together once.
Yuichi leaned over. "I love you, Wataru."
He raised his head, eager for the press of Yuichi's lips. "I love you too, Kazuki," he whispered, feeling that emptiness in his heart fill up just a little more.
Author: worblehat
Rating: R
Warnings: Sap. But it's canon sap, so I couldn't really avoid it.
Word Count: 1,968
Summary: Only the Ring Finger Knows, Yuuichi/Wataru: school tie - "Everything I own smells of you."
A/N: Self-beta'd - only really ran spellcheck since I need to get to bed.
Yuichi turned over in bed, frowning at the space where Wataru should have been. Autumn air leaked into his apartment and he stared blearily at the window he'd forgotten to close the previous night.
He closed his eyes, shifted to the other side of the bed, and breathed in.
♂♂
How is the studying going? flashed up on the LCD display of Wataru's cell phone.
Fine, he texted back. He wanted to write more, but knew if he did, he'd just end up calling Yuichi and not getting anything done. And if that happened, all his studying would be for naught, and he wouldn't get into the same or even a neighbouring college as his boyfriend, and they'd have to spend even more time part, and and and-
Just fine? Do you want to come over? The invitation made Wataru's heart skip a beat. He was about to reply when another text came in: To study, I mean.
Oh right. Studying, he thought glumly.
Still, it'd be a chance to see Yuichi, after a week and a half of not being able to meet up. He'd talked to him twice, but that wasn't the same. He missed Yuichi; and while he couldn't bring himself to ask to go over, or even just to show up (now that he had a spare key), he felt all right accepting an invite.
Give me thirty minutes, he typed out before packing up some stuff and letting his parents know he'd be out that night.
♂♂
The hands around his waist made his heart stop completely, until he remembered breathing was kind of a vital thing and exhaled, letting out the surprised intake of air. Yuichi's arms were a little more intense than usual, holding him close. Wataru wondered if something was wrong, and then felt himself being sniffed.
"Hey!" he cried, flustered but not fully sure why. "You're not a dog!"
Yuichi pulled back, looking at him questioningly. The confused, almost quizzical look on his face made Wataru want to retract his statement: Yuichi looked for all the world like a dog waiting for a treat, wondering why he hadn't been given one already. "... Dog?" he asked, his confusion turning to disgust, or perhaps hurt pride.
"You were... sniffing me," said Wataru, blushing. He felt cold when Yuichi let go of him, perking up when their fingers interlocked.
"I was just breathing normally," said Yuichi. He seemed to be avoiding Wataru's eyes; Wataru didn't press it. He let his bag be taken from him as he was guided towards the small dining table, where Yuichi had prepared a snack. They ate together, knees touching, Yuichi's ringed hand squeezing his knee every once in a while as they talked.
Wataru was in heaven. If it had been before the summer, he was sure he'd have been excited; but without being able to see each other nearly as much, he felt starved for Yuichi's touch.
When they were done, Yuichi picked up the dishes and cleaned up, instructing Wataru to "get to work." Wataru sighed but did as he was told. This was their future on the line, after all: if he didn't pass...
No, there was no time to think about things like that.
He cracked open a book and began reading. English was his least-favourite, weakest subject, and so he worked on it the most. After a while, Yuichi sat down with him and began helping. Hours passed, until Wataru was blinking forcefully to keep his eyes open, his body and brain completely exhausted.
Lying back on the floor, he didn't even attempt to open his eyes when he felt Yuichi lean over. Most likely, Yuichi was either frowning deeply (at him not having accomplished enough) or smiling (at Wataru's nearly-sleeping face); or he was looking serious, trying to find a way to wake him up and drag him to bed. Given the pressure against his thigh, Wataru figured it was probably the last one.
He looked up.
"... Do you want to go to bed?" asked Yuichi.
Wataru smirked softly. "Go to bed or 'go to bed'?" he asked meaningfully.
Yuichi's cheeks coloured just a little. "... Either one."
"Mm," said Wataru, bringing both his arms up and around Yuichi's neck, pulling him in closer until their lips were touching. Yuichi slipped himself on top of Wataru, the obviousness of his hardon making Wataru squirm. He still wasn't fully used to being wanted like this, and especially not by Yuichi; but he liked it, evidenced by the way his body reacted so heatedly to these kinds of touches.
It was Yuichi who broke away first, helping Wataru stand up and guiding him to bed, where they both flopped down together. Wataru didn't move, allowing Yuichi to undress him completely, eyes closing at the feel of his boyfriend's lips on his collarbone, stomach and thighs. He moaned, remembering Yuichi's request for him not to hold back or keep silent. It had been embarrassing (and still was a lot of the time) but it made Yuichi's eyes glow with a passion that was more than worth it.
He blinked confusedly when something tied around his wrists, pinning him to the bed. "What is-"
"Shhh," whispered Yuichi, kissing him quiet as he removed the rest of their clothing, letting it fall messily to the floor. Wataru wanted to ask more but his thoughts flew completely out of his head at the feel of Yuichi's hand, slowly stroking back and forth along his shaft. He whined when the hand pulled away, moving towards his entrance, slick fingers slowly moving within him until Yuichi shifted him higher on the bed, sliding gently inside.
"Wataru..." breathed Yuichi as their bodies met, again and again; his name spilling from his lips over and over, until Wataru's body tightened and Yuichi lost himself, coming hard inside him.
♂♂
Wataru awoke to a dull pain between his legs and sat up, wincing. Yuichi had ended up doing it another two times later that night, saying Wataru looked just too cute to resist. Yuichi's own face had been so intense and sexy that Wataru had immediately agreed to go as many times as he wanted, silently grateful when Yuichi finally fell asleep, since his own body was now exhausted from so much attention.
Yuichi was already awake - most likely making breakfast, based on the sounds and smells coming from the kitchen. Wataru had stayed bare all night, in keeping with Yuichi's preferences; but the mornings were sometimes cold, like today, and he shivered, rushing to find his clothing and hurriedly putting it on. His tie was missing and he crawled around the room, trying to find it.
Just as he was about to give up (he had a spare at home, after all), he saw it. The tie was shoved into the top drawer of Yuichi's dresser, just the tip of it showing. If he hadn't been looking for that particular colour, he might not have seen it at all.
Drawing a sigh of relief, he opened the drawer and looked inside. Then he gasped. Loudly.
"Wataru?" came a worried voice at the door. "Are you okay?"
"Y-Yes," said Wataru. He felt a little dizzy. What was so much of his clothing doing here? He knew he'd left one, two - maybe even three items. But there were so many shirts, thin jackets and undershirts here. Picking one of the jackets he'd missed terrible when he noticed it was missing, he shot a questioning glance in Yuichi's direction. "How come you have my things?"
Yuichi leaned against the door frame, clearly embarrassed - though for a passerby, this would look more like anger. Wataru, however, was now readily familiar with Yuichi's expressions and could read the hesitation clearly.
"It's... you left it here," responded Yuichi.
"But... why didn't you tell me it was here?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because I didn't!" said Yuichi, as if to close the conversation. He yanked the jacket out of Wataru's hands, giving it back to him before shutting the drawer closed. "You shouldn't be looking through my stuff anyway."
"But it's my stuff in there!" protested Wataru.
"So?"
"So I want it back!"
"No." Yuichi stood firmly in front of the dresser. "You left it here, so it's mine now."
"What?" Wataru almost wanted to cry. He didn't understand any of this. Why should his clothing be held hostage? Was Yuichi mad at him? If so, why? What had he done?
"Don't look like that," said Yuichi, reaching out one hand to caress his cheek. "It's not what you think."
Wataru's eyes stung. "Then what is it?" he asked. "All I know is that you won't give me my clothes back."
"That's because..."
Wataru waited. Yuichi sighed.
"I... like the way you..."
He missed the ending words, even though he leaned in to hear them. "You like the way I what?" he repeated.
"The way you smell," said Yuichi, definitely avoiding his gaze now.
"The way I smell?" asked Wataru, utterly confused. He raised his arm, sniffing it. "I don't smell anything."
"You wouldn't," said Yuichi in exasperation. "Because you're you."
Wataru thought about this. "So... that means you can smell me?"
"Yes."
"What do I smell like?"
"... You really want to know?"
"I asked, didn't I?"
Yuichi's mischievous look was back. He took one step closer, fingertips skimming along Wataru's neck, making him shiver. "You smell like attraction, and cuteness and love." He kissed his cheek. "And it's all for me."
Stuck-up jerk, thought Wataru privately, even though he knew the last part was right.
"Oh yeah?" he said, finally finding his voice when Yuichi's lips ceased kissing, at least for the moment. "Well, do you know what you smell like?"
"No..." said Yuichi, looking surprised.
"Well..."
Yuichi smiled. "What do I smell like, Wataru?"
"I-I don't know," stammered Wataru.
Yuichi leaned in, offering his neck. "Breathe in and tell me."
Knowing he couldn't very well back out now, Wataru closed his eyes and inhaled. The thought oh god passed through his mind as his sore, weary body responded to the scent.
"You just smell like yourself," he said hurriedly.
"Now, wait-"
"I have to go."
"But there's breakfast-"
"Sorry! Another time!"
The door knob was barely in his hand when he heard Yuichi's hand slamming against the wood of the door, holding it closed. His breath tickled the back of Wataru's neck. "Wataru," he whispered, reminding him of the first time he'd heard his name spoken from those lips.
Wataru shivered.
"Tell me... what do I smell like to you?"
He lowered his head. "Like... sex."
Yuichi was silent; then: "Really."
"Yes, really," said Wataru, attempting to pull the door open and failing.
"That's it?" pressed Yuichi.
He sighed and turned around, losing himself to that sad gaze. Since when did this become so important to Yuichi, anyway?
"No," Wataru replied. "You smell like... comfort. And soap. And strength. And beauty. And everything I could ever want."
Yuichi flushed. "... Oh. Is that it?"
Wataru laughed. "Yes, that's it."
"Do you still have to leave?"
"I guess not." Wataru allowed himself to be led to the table. He dug into the food, grateful to Yuichi; smiling when their hands were linked, the metal of the rings clinking together once.
Yuichi leaned over. "I love you, Wataru."
He raised his head, eager for the press of Yuichi's lips. "I love you too, Kazuki," he whispered, feeling that emptiness in his heart fill up just a little more.