Oral Fixation.
Pairing/Characters: Koyama Keiichiro/Kato Shigeaki
Rating/Warnings: NC17. There’s a fair bit of swearing.
Prompt: # 81 . A-kun gets an erection every time B-kun eats. Which happens A Lot.
Author's Note: Before reading this I highly recommend you spend a few minutes checking out the “Koyama eating” tag on tumblr. Then you’ll know Shige’s pain. Written for the je_fqfest (get) off season.
If this carried on much longer he was going to have to kill himself. It was either that or kill his best friend, and it wasn’t really his fault. Koyama was oblivious when it came to these things, much to Shige’s dismay.
It’s one thing to be a gay man working in a company exclusively surrounded by attractive and often half-naked men. It’s another to be a single gay man that hasn’t gotten laid in forever, when your incredibly hot best friend who is very touchy-feely with you keeps putting things in his damn mouth.
Koyama has always liked to eat. And has always looked mildly pornographic when doing so, but these last few months have been something else. It’s basically been torture for Shige.
He wants to tell Koyama to stop but he doesn’t exactly know how to bring it up without making things incredibly awkward between them. Koyama already knows that Shige is gay and has never had a problem with it, but Shige thinks that sometimes his best friend is bit too comfortable with his sexuality.
He’s shaken out of his musings by Massu clicking his fingers in front of his face. “Earth to Shige, come in Shige”
“Shut up, don’t be an idiot” he retorts.
“Are you coming for dinner or not? You spaced out when Koyama asked you like ten minutes ago”
He knows that he has no valid excuse for missing dinner. He can’t even claim exhaustion because Tegoshi is still going, and he’s had a grand total of ten hours sleep in the last two weeks. Resigned, he nods as he collects his things and Massu and Koyama both beam at him.
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Half an hour later he’s wishing he’d tried harder to think of a valid excuse. They’d gone to some American bar that Tegoshi had wanted to try, had even offered to pay for. They’d all been so shocked that they agreed without any debate. Shige is sorely regretting that decision now.
Because, while the rest of them had decided to get pizza, Koyama had decided on hotdogs. And the hotdogs in this place were huge. This was not going to end well.
Shige freezes as Koyama picks one up and happily exclaims “ah, so big!” before shoving it in his mouth. He closes his eyes in apparent bliss and moans quietly while Shige just sits there with his eyes and mouth hang wide open, the pizza slice in his hand forgotten.
Just then Koyama’s eyes open and catch Shige’s from across the table, and he winks before swallowing his mouthful and smiling at Shige. Shige’s pants feel horribly tight and he’s really hoping that no one is paying any attention to him because he doesn’t know how to explain away the blush on his cheeks as he shifts in his chair and tries to tear his eyes away from his best friends adult rated eating. Luckily for him the place is empty apart from their table. Massu is too busy eating and Tegoshi with flirting with the waitress to pay any attention to him.
Although he’s not looking he can still hear Koyama eating and it’s not making things any better. He manages to make it through dinner without doing anything embarrassing and he practically hurls himself into the taxi when it arrives to take him home, not even saying goodbye to his bandmates properly.
The second he gets through the door he’s unzipping his pants, not even waiting until his coat and shoes are off. He gets his hand around himself and starts to tug urgently, way too far gone for any kind of build up. All he can see in his minds eye is Koyama eating that damn hotdog, which shifts to Koyama on his knees in front of him, his mouth hot and wet around Shige’s cock as he sucks like his life depends on it. The mental image all too vivid in his mind as he fucks his hand, Shige comes with a desperate cry before slumping back against the wall. This is getting out of hand he thinks to himself, before trudging off to bed.
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Things don’t improve after that. Koyama’s segment on News Every requires him to eat a lot, and his title as Koyama’s best friend requires him to watch it. Plus every time they meet, regardless of whether it’s for work or personal reasons, Koyama is always eating something. He says it’s because he’s trying to build mass, but Shige thinks that it’s really just because the universe is out to get him.
Two weeks later and Shige is at his wits end. Koyama constantly is fiddling with his mouth - if he’s not sucking on a lollipop, he’s licking his lips or just running his fingers over them. Right now Koyama has a pencil between his lips. There is literally no reason for it to be there and Shige can’t concentrate on what Koyama seems to be saying. Luckily his manager is so he’ll get notes from him later on. As soon as the meeting ends Shige sneaks off to the bathroom to get rid of the embarrassing erection that Koyama’s new habit has forced upon him. Jerking off in the bathrooms at work is hardly his idea of a good time, but it’s that or go to dance practise like this, and that won’t win him any favours with their dance instructor. The man already has a grudge against Shige, there’s no reason to make it worse.
He finishes himself off and cleans up. He leaves the bathroom to find the most recent object of his fantasies standing right outside the bathroom door waiting for him. He almost yelps in surprise, but manages to hold it back.
“Hey Shige, do you have any plans after work? I know you normally spend Thursday evenings doing your “photography date” thing, but I just saw Yuto-kun and he said that he’s seeing his parents tonight. That means you’re free, right Shige?” Koyama rambles, and Shige just nods, not really paying much attention.
“Good! Then you can come over to mine! We can watch a bad film and do all the voices for it again! Bring your stuff, you can stay over. You don’t have work tomorrow do you?” he asks.
Shige just shakes his head. When Koyama gets excited about something he tends to ramble on. It’s best just to leave him to it, until he runs out of steam. Interrupting him gets you nowhere and is just exhausting.
“Good!” Koyama exclaims again. Shige knows he’s fired up from the meeting they’d just had, Koyama always talks in exclamation marks when excited.
“I can cook as well! Or order some food! Or - oh I know! We could go out! There’s a new Korean barbecue place that’s opened just down the road. We could go there!”
“Take out is fine”, Shige manages to squeeze into the one-sided conversation, but before Koyama can go off again his manager appears to drag him off for voice practise.
“I’ll be home by 7, come over whenever!” Koyama yells over his shoulder as he disappears.
Shige smiles to himself before heading towards the dance studios. His best friend is an idiot but he wouldn’t have him any other way.
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Shige knocks on Koyama’s door. He’s early, but that’s usual for him and Koyama is usually ready. Shige wonders if Koyama has popped out for something because he’s been knocking for a few minutes now with no luck. He’s about to give up when the door is opened from the inside and Koyama is apologising.
“Ah, sorry Shige! I forgot you’re always early. I was in the shower and didn’t hear you. Come in” he says.
Shige walks in apprehensively, and he’s right to, because when Koyama closes the door and appears in Shige’s eyeline, he’s naked with just a towel round his waist and there’s still water droplets all over him. The towel is very, very small and doesn’t quite cover him properly. Shige has to make a conscious effort to tear his eyes away and fight the blush that he knows is creeping its way up his neck. He clears his throat and wishes he had some water. Koyama can either read his mind (which Shige really, really hopes not) or he thinks that he’s hinting because he tells Shige to get himself a drink while he gets dressed.
He disappears into his bedroom and Shige goes to rummage in Koyama’s fridge. He forgoes the water because Koyama has the kind of beer that he likes, picking up two bottles and opening them before wandering back into the living room to make himself comfortable on the couch, flicking through the TV channels to find something interesting to have on as background noise.
He hears Koyama return from his bedroom and looks up to pass him his beer and say hello, but the greeting dies in his throat. Because while Koyama is dry and wearing clothes now, he’s wearing his chill out clothes, which is Shige’s personal kink. His mouth goes dry and his mind goes blank as he stares at Koyama. His light grey sweatpants are hanging dangerously low off his hips and his white tank top showing off Koyama’s arms nicely. The light colours contrast attractively with Koyama’s tan, and his dark brown hair is tussled from being roughly towel dried. It looks so soft and fluffy when it’s like this, free from product. Shige has to stifle the urge to run his fingers through it.
“Is that for me?” Koyama asks, breaking Shige out of his reverie. He’s looking amused and gesturing to the beer in Shige’s outstretched hand.
“Er, yes” Shige replies sheepishly, feeling like a prize idiot. Koyama takes the beer and settles next to Shige, turning his attention to the TV. They chatter aimlessly while semi-watching the film that Shige had put on. Some random film with pirates in it, Shige doesn’t really know the details.
He doesn’t really pay much attention to the film at all, instead surreptitiously glancing at Koyama whenever he can, watching the older man sip his beer while his fingers absent-mindedly play with the chain around his neck. Their beers finish and Koyama volunteers to go get the next lot, leaping over the back of his sofa - his long legs only just narrowly avoid hitting Shige in the face. Shige shakes his head and thinks that he should cut himself off after this next one. He’s no lightweight but considering the inappropriate thoughts he’s having about Koyama when sober, he’s not sure he should do anything to lower his inhibitions.
Koyama returns from the kitchen and hands Shige his beer from behind him. Shige takes and opens it, then turns to Koyama to toast him, but ends up freezing in horror. Because Koyama has a banana in his hand.
Oh no. No no no no no, Shige thinks desperately to himself. Koyama can’t eat that.
“What? Why?” Koyama responds and it’s then that Shige realises that he said that out loud.
“Er, nothing. No reason. Just... forget I said anything” he says.
“But you did! You said I couldn’t eat my banana. What’s wrong with it?” Koyama says, peering at the banana worriedly.
“Goddammit Kei!” Shige explodes. He’s thoroughly fed up with this whole thing. His libido is running rampant with no signs of stopping and while this may make things awkward between them, at least it will make Koyama stop acting like a porn star at every meal they have.
Koyama is looking surprised at Shige’s outburst and goes to say something but Shige interrupts him, because he wants to get this out before he loses his nerve.
“Whenever you eat you look like you’re about to have an orgasm. I’m sorry but it’s true. And whenever you eat anything like that banana, or that hot dog the other day, you look like you’re giving someone a blow job” he says.
Koyama is staring at him, all wide-eyed innocence, and Shige feels like the biggest pervert on the planet.
“Are you serious?” he asks Shige, looking down at his banana in confusion.
“Yes, I’m serious” he answers. “And I haven’t gotten laid in fucking ages so whenever you do it I get these mental images and - ” he trails off, not wanting to list exactly what he wants to do to Koyama.
He feels like an idiot, embarrassment washing over him and he stands up to leave. They don’t have work together for a few days so hopefully they can get over this awkwardness by then.
“Wait” Koyama says. He turns to Koyama, not wanting to hear this, but thinking that he should listen to what his friend has to say. Especially because Shige was the one that made things awkward. His eyes bulge out of his head though at the smirk that Koyama is throwing at him as he slowly raises the banana to his mouth. He puts the whole thing in his mouth as far as he can go and fastens his lips round it before slowly pulling it back out again. All the while holding eye contact with Shige. He releases it from his mouth with a pop and smirks again at Shige.
Shige’s brain seems to have stopped working. All the blood has flown to his dick anyway, he’s surprised he even has enough left in him to stand up. His eyes and mouth are wide open in shock and they open even wider as Koyama slowly slinks towards him. He moves like a big cat, all lithe grace and sinuous hips. He tosses the banana to one side before grabbing Shige’s shirt in his fists.
“Took you long enough” he says, before yanking Shige towards him and meeting his mouth in a kiss.
Shige is shocked and his first instinct is to push Koyama away and demand an explanation, but he’s frozen in shock. By the time he gets his body to start working again Koyama has his tongue in Shige’s mouth and Shige’s brain has decided it’s not needed here, that this is best left up to Shige’s cock to make decisions from here on out.
Shige approves of this greatly as he grabs onto Koyama’s hips and pulls him against himself, he can feel Koyama hard against his hipbone and he wants it without the clothes in the way. He pulls off Koyama’s vest and Koyama yanks his T-shirt off in return. Shige leans back in for a kiss but Koyama dodges him, instead kisses along Shige’s neck and chest, alternating with little bites. Shige thinks that telling Koyama his preferences in bed all those years ago was a stroke of genius. Another stroke of genius occurs when he realises that he also knows Koyama’s own likes and dislikes. He grins to himself as he digs his nails into Koyama’s back as hard as he can. He’s rewarded by Koyama’s groan and sharp thrust against him.
The Shige uses Koyama’s own momentum to push him away by his hips, holding him at bay an arms length away.
“What...?” Koyama is asking, looking confused.
“I think you should do what you’ve been promising all these months” Shige says, a smirk on his face now. Koyama looks confused for a second before realisation dawns. He smiles deviously at Shige, before sinking to his knees, his hands going for Shige’s belt.
Shige places his hands on Koyama’s shoulders while his friend manages to get his belt and jeans undone. He pulls them down Shige’s thighs where he lets go. They fall to the floor with a soft plop. The unbearable pressure on Shige’s cock abates somewhat. He slowly runs his hands up Shige’s legs, stopping when he reaches the bottom of Shige’s boxers and rubs his thumbs along the soft skin on the inside of Shige’s legs. He’s looking at Shige, with that innocent look on his face. The one that Shige knows is a complete lie.
“Koyama please” Shige says, and it really is the magic word because Koyama smiles and runs his hands up to the waistband of his underwear, pulling them slowly down. They catch on Shige’s cock and his breathe catches in his throat, but then the pants join his jeans on the floor and Koyama is leaning forward.
He stops for a second and Shige can feel Koyama’s breath on his cock, but before he can say anything, Koyama pokes his tongue out and gently licks it. Then Koyama places his right hand around Shige’s cock and his mouth closes over the top. Shige’s knees feel like they’re about to give out, but he remains standing and fights to keep his eyes open. Koyama bobs his head down and pulls back up again, clearly imitating what he’d been doing to the banana just minutes beforehand. He doesn’t have any technique to speak of, but Shige doesn’t care. It feels amazing.
His hands relocate to Koyama’s hair and he tries hard not to pull because he knows Koyama doesn’t like that. He runs his hands through the soft strands, feeling the back and forth motion of Koyama’s mouth on his clock. Koyama clearly likes that because he purrs and the sound pushes Shige to the brink a whole lot faster than he would have liked.
“Kei, I’m close” he manages to gasp out, leaving it in Koyama’s hands as to how to proceed. Shige would like to finish, but he knows that Koyama has never been with a man before and he doesn’t want to freak him out. As expected, Koyama pulls back off of him and Shige makes a regretful whining noise as he falls from Koyama’s lips.
Then Koyama is back on his feet and aggressively kissing Shige like his life depends on it. Shige can’t help but grind against him, the sensitive skin of his cock rubbing against the material of Koyama’s sweatpants, while Koyama’s tongue invades his mouth and his hands wander all over Shige’s naked body.
“Can I ask you a favour?” Koyama pants in his ear, and Shige thinks that’s a stupid question. He’ll say yes to just about anything right now as long as Koyama doesn’t stop. He manages to make a sound that must sound affirmative though, because Koyama continues.
“I want to fuck you. Can I? Please?” he asks, the desperation obvious in both his voice and the way he’s grinding against Shige like he’ll die if they stop. Shige wants to say yes, oh god he wants to say yes.
“We can’t” he manages to get out. Koyama makes a deflated whining sound.
“I want to. Believe me, I want to. But we need - I don’t have - ” he tries to explain.
Koyama pulls back to look at Shige in embarrassment. “I have some. In my room” he says sheepishly.
Shige gawks for a second before his libido kicks back in impatiently. He can’t form words right now so he just steps out of his clothes on the floor, stopping to yank off his socks, before grabbing Koyama’s hand and pulling him towards his bedroom.
They tumbled to the bed, wrapped up in each other. Hands and lips all over each other and Shige wants Koyama’s damn sweatpants off. He tugs and Koyama stand up for a second to pull them off, before diving back onto the bed. His hand reaches out and bangs around his night stand for a moment before coming back with a condom and an unopened bottle of lube.
Shige looks at him for a second and Koyama clears his throat bashfully. “I um, wanted to be prepared” he says, but Shige couldn’t care less right now.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” he asks.
Koyama laughs.
“Just because I’ve never done this before it doesn’t mean I’m a complete idiot. I’ve seen videos” he says.
“Porn isn’t like real life” Shige retorts and grabs the lube from Koyama. “I’ll do it myself.”
While Koyama is most likely perfectly capable, he’ll also go slow and be gentle, and Shige’s too worked up for that right now. He pulls his knees to his chest as he lubes up three fingers. He pushes two in at once, starts thrusting them in and out straight away because he doesn’t need to adjust when he does it to himself. Koyama is looking at him like Shige’s something delicious that he wants to devour and the thought turns Shige on so much. He pushes the third finger in, striving to reach his prostate.
Koyama reaches his hand down then and pushes on Shige’s hand, causing his fingers to go deeper inside and finally hit that spot. He moans and closes his eyes. They pop back open a second later when he feels Koyama shift so he’s kneeling between Shige’s knees, staring unashamedly at where Shige’s hand is thrusting in and out of himself. Shige doesn’t want to wait anymore and he picks up the condom from where it’s lying on the bed, throwing to Koyama. It hits him in the forehead and he looks up at Shige, blinking stupidly. Then he notices the condom and seems to get it, grabbing it and putting it on himself.
Shige throws the lube down to him as well, which Koyama takes and slathers on himself before leaning forward to kiss Shige. Shige pulls his fingers free and wipes them on Koyama’s covers before sinking them into the flesh of Koyama’s ass. He wraps his legs around Koyama’s waist and tilts his hips so that the tip of Koyama’s cock brushes against his entrance. Koyama groans and starts to push himself inside.
He’s going so slowly and Shige doesn’t know if it’s for his or Koyama’s own benefit. He wants it faster but doesn’t want to scare Koyama off so he keeps his mouth shut. Figuratively speaking, because he can’t keep his mouth from opening at the sensation of Koyama slowly filling him up. Koyama’s kind of big and it takes a while for him to bottom out, by which point Shige is a wreck. He’s clinging to Koyama like he’s a life raft in the middle of the ocean, and breathing heavily through his mouth. He wants Koyama to move, to fuck him, but he can hear Koyama counting under his breathe, trying to get himself under control.
Or tries to at least. A few seconds go by and then Shige can’t wait any longer, certain that he’ll die if Koyama doesn’t move soon.
“Please” he manages to get out, and that’s enough because Koyama is moving. Pulling back and thrusting forward gently, so gentle. Shige moans because it’s not enough and Koyama is swearing.
“Fuck! Shige fuck! I can’t - You’re so fucking tight” he’s burbling, almost to himself. Shige smiles and reaches up to stroke Koyama’s hair.
“Kei-chan” he says, and Koyama looks at him in amazement. “It’s OK Kei, it’s just me. It’s OK” Shige says. It doesn’t really mean anything but the words and Shige’s fingers running through his hair seem to have the desired effect as Koyama calms down. He leans down to kiss Shige again, this time without the rare desperate edge that had been consuming him before. This kiss is the one that makes Shige’s mind whirl though.
Koyama’s lips part Shige’s and his tongue runs over the bottom one, before he gently sucks it into his mouth. Shige can feel Koyama’s emotions with this kiss, and he’s regretting not stopping earlier to ask what exactly all this is about. Clearly it’s not just a desire to get into Shige’s pants. Straight men don’t wake up one day intending to scheme their gay best friend into bed. Shige thinks they probably should have talked about this before they got to this point.
However, it’s too late now as Koyama rises up pushes back into Shige, this time hard and fast and Shige’s eyes roll back into his head as his upstairs brain once more relinquishes control.
“Gnngl...” he tries to say something but it’s lost as Koyama thrusts again, and then again, getting faster each time. Shige runs his hand down Koyama’s back, digging his nails in as much as he can while he tilts his hips upwards to meet Koyama’s thrusts. Koyama seems to like that if his groan is any indication, and Shige does it again. Koyama is fucking him hard now, his headboard is striking the wall with a repeated thudding sound that Shige vaguely hopes Koyama’s neighbours don’t hear.
They frantically thrust against each other and Shige can feel himself getting closer and closer to coming. He’s clinging onto Koyama, who’s clinging on to him in return, but it’s not enough. Never enough. He wants more. Suddenly Koyama is pulling back off of him, at Shige feels empty both physically and emotionally as Koyama leaves him. But it’s only for a second as Koyama is turning him around, pushing him onto all fours before pushing right back in.
He picks up where he left off and Shige howls because now Koyama’s cock is jabbing against his prostate with every thrust. Shige’s arms are shaking so he lowers himself onto his elbows, forearms braced against the bed and he has to bite the bed sheets due to the new angle forcing Koyama in deeper than before. It’s too much, all too much now and Shige can’t hold back any longer. Koyama’s hands are on his hips, digging his fingers in as he moans above Shige.
Shige reaches his hand down and gets it around himself, pulling himself off in time to Koyama’s thrusts. Koyama groans as Shige tightens around him and the sound is ultimately what sets Shige off, coming over his hand while he screams into Koyama’s pillow.
“Fuck!” Koyama exclaims as he moves against Shige, hips stuttering as he reaches his end. He swears again and his fingers dig into Shige’s hips painfully as he pulses inside Shige before finally stilling.
He pulls out immediately and pulls off the condom, throwing it into the bin as Shige lowers his body onto the bed. Koyama grabs some tissues and passes them to Shige, who takes them wordlessly and cleans himself up. When he’s finished and disposed of the tissues he flops back on the bed, tired and hot and sticky.
He should have expected it, but it takes him aback when Koyama cuddles up to him. Shige’s not that big on cuddling after sex, but he’s used to Koyama clinging onto him when they’re fully clothed (and occasionally when they’re in bed) so it seems slightly churlish to push him away now. He angles his arm behind Koyama’s head and throws it around his shoulders. Koyama places his own head on Shige’s chest and twines their feet together, sighing happily to himself.
“I can hear your heartbeat” he whispers, like it’s a secret that only Shige can know.
“Mmm” Shige replies, too drowsy to properly respond.
Koyama laughs at that, but doesn’t say anything more, just continues to run his fingers over Shige’s chest like he’s exploring new terrain. Shige closes his eyes, content to drift off while Koyama plays, but as his body cools down and his heart rate returns to normal, so too do his earlier apprehensions return.
He clears his throat, really not wanting to have this conversation. Koyama looks up expectantly at him.
“What - ?” his mouth runs dry. He clears his throat again. “What was this all about?” he asks.
Koyama looks away self-consciously. “I, um” he starts before laughing embarrassedly. “Well I guess I kind of, um, sort of havefeelingsforyou” he mumbles in a rush.
“OK” Shige says, feeling stupid and like he’s missing something. Koyama doesn’t say anything else though and Shige just thinks for a bit. It’s been a long-standing joke amongst their friends and the jimusho that they are married. Hell, even half their fans thought that they were already together ~like that~ and Koyama’s mother had even joked on more than one occasion about how he’d make a perfect wife for Shige.
Their relationship has always been a close one. “Disgustingly close” Koyama had once described it - on national television no less. They knew each other inside out, loved each other unconditionally, were constantly in physical contact with one another. Shige has had more than one boyfriend who was insanely jealous of his relationship with Koyama, and Shige could see their point. They’d basically been acting like a couple for the last 12 years. The only thing they didn’t have was a sexual relationship.
Shige had considered it before. Before all this started, with Koyama’s eating and everything. Back when he was just a kid questioning his sexuality. Koyama had been his much cooler older friend who had had sexual experiences while Shige hadn’t even kissed anybody yet. Between that and Koyama’s physical affection and the fact that Shige regularly shared a shower and a bed with him, it was only natural that Shige have thoughts from time to time. But he’d grown up and learned to stop thinking of his best friend like that. Had come out and gotten a boyfriend and moved on.
Shige thinks about his relationship with Koyama. He loves Koyama sure, but is he ~in love~ with Koyama? No, is the answer. No, but he could be. All too easily. Koyama has always been his soulmate. Shige knows that. Koyama knows that. Complete strangers on the other side of the world know that. Literally the only difference being in a relationship with Koyama would mean, would be the sex. And considering where they were laying he didn’t think that would be a problem for them.
So, the question of whether or not he wants to be in a relationship with Koyama really just comes down to a question of whether or not he wants to have sex with Koyama or not. And the answer to that is a giant sparkling YES underlined in pink glitter.
Satisfied, he hugs Koyama to his chest as he kisses the top of Koyama’s head. Koyama makes an inquisitive noise and looks up, so Shige kisses him on the mouth. Koyama smiles and kisses him back, and Shige can feel the dopey smile form on his face as they lay there making out. Koyama breaks the kiss to smile at him.
“So, does this mean... that you’re my boyfriend” he asks, blushing. Shige gasps in fake shock.
“Koyama! You haven’t even taken me out on a date yet. What kind of guy do you think I am?”
“Do you really want me to answer that?” Koyama says dryly, pointedly looking down at where their naked bodies are intertwined. Shige laughs.
“Yes, well. That was your fault, thank you very much. You and your damn banana antics. What was all that about anyway?” Koyama grins, completely unashamed.
“Well it worked, didn’t it? Although I must say, you’re kind of slow. It took you months before you cracked” he says.
“Hey!” Shige yells. “I wasn’t slow, I just had great willpower to not jump you. And it took a lot of willpower at times.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t even figure it out at the end. I had to jump you before you did anything. God Shige, for a genius sometimes you can be completely dense.”
“Well excuse me for not thinking that my up-to-now completely straight best friend had decided that he wanted in my pants and was using food as a not-so-subtle hint.” Koyama laughs out loud, leaning up to kiss Shige on his mouth.
Shige gets distracted from their argument because Koyama’s tongue is very talented, and he can feel himself starting to stir. He’s always had a fast recovery time, but this is a record even for him. Unluckily for him, Koyama breaks the kiss and lays back down.
“You didn’t answer my earlier question” he says, and Shige has to think for a second before he remembers.
“Yes” he says. “Yes, I’m your boyfriend” and he smiles at the huge grin that dawns on Koyama’s face. He looks like he’s just won the lottery, and Shige feels all warm and squirmy inside.
“So now we’re dating does this mean you’re going to stop torturing me with your lunch?” he asks his best fr - boyfriend. His boyfriend.
“Are you kidding?” Koyama is laughing at him. “No way! Now I know that it gets me exactly what I want I’m going to do it all the time!”
Shige smiles as he runs one of his hands down Koyama’s arms and laces their fingers together.
“Fine” he says as he brings their joined hands up and kisses Koyama’s knuckles one by one.
“In that case I’ll do it back. And I’ve got more practise at this than you have” he says. Koyama looks confused and opens his mouth to asks a question but then Shige slides his mouth around one of Koyama’s fingers, and without breaking eye contact starts to suck.
Koyama’s eyes go dark and Shige rejoices inside, he knows he’s won this round. But then he thinks, as Koyama lunges at him, straddling his waist while his mouth attaches firmly to Shige’s, who’s keeping score?
Rating/Warnings: NC17. There’s a fair bit of swearing.
Prompt: # 81 . A-kun gets an erection every time B-kun eats. Which happens A Lot.
Author's Note: Before reading this I highly recommend you spend a few minutes checking out the “Koyama eating” tag on tumblr. Then you’ll know Shige’s pain. Written for the je_fqfest (get) off season.
If this carried on much longer he was going to have to kill himself. It was either that or kill his best friend, and it wasn’t really his fault. Koyama was oblivious when it came to these things, much to Shige’s dismay.
It’s one thing to be a gay man working in a company exclusively surrounded by attractive and often half-naked men. It’s another to be a single gay man that hasn’t gotten laid in forever, when your incredibly hot best friend who is very touchy-feely with you keeps putting things in his damn mouth.
Koyama has always liked to eat. And has always looked mildly pornographic when doing so, but these last few months have been something else. It’s basically been torture for Shige.
He wants to tell Koyama to stop but he doesn’t exactly know how to bring it up without making things incredibly awkward between them. Koyama already knows that Shige is gay and has never had a problem with it, but Shige thinks that sometimes his best friend is bit too comfortable with his sexuality.
He’s shaken out of his musings by Massu clicking his fingers in front of his face. “Earth to Shige, come in Shige”
“Shut up, don’t be an idiot” he retorts.
“Are you coming for dinner or not? You spaced out when Koyama asked you like ten minutes ago”
He knows that he has no valid excuse for missing dinner. He can’t even claim exhaustion because Tegoshi is still going, and he’s had a grand total of ten hours sleep in the last two weeks. Resigned, he nods as he collects his things and Massu and Koyama both beam at him.
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Half an hour later he’s wishing he’d tried harder to think of a valid excuse. They’d gone to some American bar that Tegoshi had wanted to try, had even offered to pay for. They’d all been so shocked that they agreed without any debate. Shige is sorely regretting that decision now.
Because, while the rest of them had decided to get pizza, Koyama had decided on hotdogs. And the hotdogs in this place were huge. This was not going to end well.
Shige freezes as Koyama picks one up and happily exclaims “ah, so big!” before shoving it in his mouth. He closes his eyes in apparent bliss and moans quietly while Shige just sits there with his eyes and mouth hang wide open, the pizza slice in his hand forgotten.
Just then Koyama’s eyes open and catch Shige’s from across the table, and he winks before swallowing his mouthful and smiling at Shige. Shige’s pants feel horribly tight and he’s really hoping that no one is paying any attention to him because he doesn’t know how to explain away the blush on his cheeks as he shifts in his chair and tries to tear his eyes away from his best friends adult rated eating. Luckily for him the place is empty apart from their table. Massu is too busy eating and Tegoshi with flirting with the waitress to pay any attention to him.
Although he’s not looking he can still hear Koyama eating and it’s not making things any better. He manages to make it through dinner without doing anything embarrassing and he practically hurls himself into the taxi when it arrives to take him home, not even saying goodbye to his bandmates properly.
The second he gets through the door he’s unzipping his pants, not even waiting until his coat and shoes are off. He gets his hand around himself and starts to tug urgently, way too far gone for any kind of build up. All he can see in his minds eye is Koyama eating that damn hotdog, which shifts to Koyama on his knees in front of him, his mouth hot and wet around Shige’s cock as he sucks like his life depends on it. The mental image all too vivid in his mind as he fucks his hand, Shige comes with a desperate cry before slumping back against the wall. This is getting out of hand he thinks to himself, before trudging off to bed.
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Things don’t improve after that. Koyama’s segment on News Every requires him to eat a lot, and his title as Koyama’s best friend requires him to watch it. Plus every time they meet, regardless of whether it’s for work or personal reasons, Koyama is always eating something. He says it’s because he’s trying to build mass, but Shige thinks that it’s really just because the universe is out to get him.
Two weeks later and Shige is at his wits end. Koyama constantly is fiddling with his mouth - if he’s not sucking on a lollipop, he’s licking his lips or just running his fingers over them. Right now Koyama has a pencil between his lips. There is literally no reason for it to be there and Shige can’t concentrate on what Koyama seems to be saying. Luckily his manager is so he’ll get notes from him later on. As soon as the meeting ends Shige sneaks off to the bathroom to get rid of the embarrassing erection that Koyama’s new habit has forced upon him. Jerking off in the bathrooms at work is hardly his idea of a good time, but it’s that or go to dance practise like this, and that won’t win him any favours with their dance instructor. The man already has a grudge against Shige, there’s no reason to make it worse.
He finishes himself off and cleans up. He leaves the bathroom to find the most recent object of his fantasies standing right outside the bathroom door waiting for him. He almost yelps in surprise, but manages to hold it back.
“Hey Shige, do you have any plans after work? I know you normally spend Thursday evenings doing your “photography date” thing, but I just saw Yuto-kun and he said that he’s seeing his parents tonight. That means you’re free, right Shige?” Koyama rambles, and Shige just nods, not really paying much attention.
“Good! Then you can come over to mine! We can watch a bad film and do all the voices for it again! Bring your stuff, you can stay over. You don’t have work tomorrow do you?” he asks.
Shige just shakes his head. When Koyama gets excited about something he tends to ramble on. It’s best just to leave him to it, until he runs out of steam. Interrupting him gets you nowhere and is just exhausting.
“Good!” Koyama exclaims again. Shige knows he’s fired up from the meeting they’d just had, Koyama always talks in exclamation marks when excited.
“I can cook as well! Or order some food! Or - oh I know! We could go out! There’s a new Korean barbecue place that’s opened just down the road. We could go there!”
“Take out is fine”, Shige manages to squeeze into the one-sided conversation, but before Koyama can go off again his manager appears to drag him off for voice practise.
“I’ll be home by 7, come over whenever!” Koyama yells over his shoulder as he disappears.
Shige smiles to himself before heading towards the dance studios. His best friend is an idiot but he wouldn’t have him any other way.
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Shige knocks on Koyama’s door. He’s early, but that’s usual for him and Koyama is usually ready. Shige wonders if Koyama has popped out for something because he’s been knocking for a few minutes now with no luck. He’s about to give up when the door is opened from the inside and Koyama is apologising.
“Ah, sorry Shige! I forgot you’re always early. I was in the shower and didn’t hear you. Come in” he says.
Shige walks in apprehensively, and he’s right to, because when Koyama closes the door and appears in Shige’s eyeline, he’s naked with just a towel round his waist and there’s still water droplets all over him. The towel is very, very small and doesn’t quite cover him properly. Shige has to make a conscious effort to tear his eyes away and fight the blush that he knows is creeping its way up his neck. He clears his throat and wishes he had some water. Koyama can either read his mind (which Shige really, really hopes not) or he thinks that he’s hinting because he tells Shige to get himself a drink while he gets dressed.
He disappears into his bedroom and Shige goes to rummage in Koyama’s fridge. He forgoes the water because Koyama has the kind of beer that he likes, picking up two bottles and opening them before wandering back into the living room to make himself comfortable on the couch, flicking through the TV channels to find something interesting to have on as background noise.
He hears Koyama return from his bedroom and looks up to pass him his beer and say hello, but the greeting dies in his throat. Because while Koyama is dry and wearing clothes now, he’s wearing his chill out clothes, which is Shige’s personal kink. His mouth goes dry and his mind goes blank as he stares at Koyama. His light grey sweatpants are hanging dangerously low off his hips and his white tank top showing off Koyama’s arms nicely. The light colours contrast attractively with Koyama’s tan, and his dark brown hair is tussled from being roughly towel dried. It looks so soft and fluffy when it’s like this, free from product. Shige has to stifle the urge to run his fingers through it.
“Is that for me?” Koyama asks, breaking Shige out of his reverie. He’s looking amused and gesturing to the beer in Shige’s outstretched hand.
“Er, yes” Shige replies sheepishly, feeling like a prize idiot. Koyama takes the beer and settles next to Shige, turning his attention to the TV. They chatter aimlessly while semi-watching the film that Shige had put on. Some random film with pirates in it, Shige doesn’t really know the details.
He doesn’t really pay much attention to the film at all, instead surreptitiously glancing at Koyama whenever he can, watching the older man sip his beer while his fingers absent-mindedly play with the chain around his neck. Their beers finish and Koyama volunteers to go get the next lot, leaping over the back of his sofa - his long legs only just narrowly avoid hitting Shige in the face. Shige shakes his head and thinks that he should cut himself off after this next one. He’s no lightweight but considering the inappropriate thoughts he’s having about Koyama when sober, he’s not sure he should do anything to lower his inhibitions.
Koyama returns from the kitchen and hands Shige his beer from behind him. Shige takes and opens it, then turns to Koyama to toast him, but ends up freezing in horror. Because Koyama has a banana in his hand.
Oh no. No no no no no, Shige thinks desperately to himself. Koyama can’t eat that.
“What? Why?” Koyama responds and it’s then that Shige realises that he said that out loud.
“Er, nothing. No reason. Just... forget I said anything” he says.
“But you did! You said I couldn’t eat my banana. What’s wrong with it?” Koyama says, peering at the banana worriedly.
“Goddammit Kei!” Shige explodes. He’s thoroughly fed up with this whole thing. His libido is running rampant with no signs of stopping and while this may make things awkward between them, at least it will make Koyama stop acting like a porn star at every meal they have.
Koyama is looking surprised at Shige’s outburst and goes to say something but Shige interrupts him, because he wants to get this out before he loses his nerve.
“Whenever you eat you look like you’re about to have an orgasm. I’m sorry but it’s true. And whenever you eat anything like that banana, or that hot dog the other day, you look like you’re giving someone a blow job” he says.
Koyama is staring at him, all wide-eyed innocence, and Shige feels like the biggest pervert on the planet.
“Are you serious?” he asks Shige, looking down at his banana in confusion.
“Yes, I’m serious” he answers. “And I haven’t gotten laid in fucking ages so whenever you do it I get these mental images and - ” he trails off, not wanting to list exactly what he wants to do to Koyama.
He feels like an idiot, embarrassment washing over him and he stands up to leave. They don’t have work together for a few days so hopefully they can get over this awkwardness by then.
“Wait” Koyama says. He turns to Koyama, not wanting to hear this, but thinking that he should listen to what his friend has to say. Especially because Shige was the one that made things awkward. His eyes bulge out of his head though at the smirk that Koyama is throwing at him as he slowly raises the banana to his mouth. He puts the whole thing in his mouth as far as he can go and fastens his lips round it before slowly pulling it back out again. All the while holding eye contact with Shige. He releases it from his mouth with a pop and smirks again at Shige.
Shige’s brain seems to have stopped working. All the blood has flown to his dick anyway, he’s surprised he even has enough left in him to stand up. His eyes and mouth are wide open in shock and they open even wider as Koyama slowly slinks towards him. He moves like a big cat, all lithe grace and sinuous hips. He tosses the banana to one side before grabbing Shige’s shirt in his fists.
“Took you long enough” he says, before yanking Shige towards him and meeting his mouth in a kiss.
Shige is shocked and his first instinct is to push Koyama away and demand an explanation, but he’s frozen in shock. By the time he gets his body to start working again Koyama has his tongue in Shige’s mouth and Shige’s brain has decided it’s not needed here, that this is best left up to Shige’s cock to make decisions from here on out.
Shige approves of this greatly as he grabs onto Koyama’s hips and pulls him against himself, he can feel Koyama hard against his hipbone and he wants it without the clothes in the way. He pulls off Koyama’s vest and Koyama yanks his T-shirt off in return. Shige leans back in for a kiss but Koyama dodges him, instead kisses along Shige’s neck and chest, alternating with little bites. Shige thinks that telling Koyama his preferences in bed all those years ago was a stroke of genius. Another stroke of genius occurs when he realises that he also knows Koyama’s own likes and dislikes. He grins to himself as he digs his nails into Koyama’s back as hard as he can. He’s rewarded by Koyama’s groan and sharp thrust against him.
The Shige uses Koyama’s own momentum to push him away by his hips, holding him at bay an arms length away.
“What...?” Koyama is asking, looking confused.
“I think you should do what you’ve been promising all these months” Shige says, a smirk on his face now. Koyama looks confused for a second before realisation dawns. He smiles deviously at Shige, before sinking to his knees, his hands going for Shige’s belt.
Shige places his hands on Koyama’s shoulders while his friend manages to get his belt and jeans undone. He pulls them down Shige’s thighs where he lets go. They fall to the floor with a soft plop. The unbearable pressure on Shige’s cock abates somewhat. He slowly runs his hands up Shige’s legs, stopping when he reaches the bottom of Shige’s boxers and rubs his thumbs along the soft skin on the inside of Shige’s legs. He’s looking at Shige, with that innocent look on his face. The one that Shige knows is a complete lie.
“Koyama please” Shige says, and it really is the magic word because Koyama smiles and runs his hands up to the waistband of his underwear, pulling them slowly down. They catch on Shige’s cock and his breathe catches in his throat, but then the pants join his jeans on the floor and Koyama is leaning forward.
He stops for a second and Shige can feel Koyama’s breath on his cock, but before he can say anything, Koyama pokes his tongue out and gently licks it. Then Koyama places his right hand around Shige’s cock and his mouth closes over the top. Shige’s knees feel like they’re about to give out, but he remains standing and fights to keep his eyes open. Koyama bobs his head down and pulls back up again, clearly imitating what he’d been doing to the banana just minutes beforehand. He doesn’t have any technique to speak of, but Shige doesn’t care. It feels amazing.
His hands relocate to Koyama’s hair and he tries hard not to pull because he knows Koyama doesn’t like that. He runs his hands through the soft strands, feeling the back and forth motion of Koyama’s mouth on his clock. Koyama clearly likes that because he purrs and the sound pushes Shige to the brink a whole lot faster than he would have liked.
“Kei, I’m close” he manages to gasp out, leaving it in Koyama’s hands as to how to proceed. Shige would like to finish, but he knows that Koyama has never been with a man before and he doesn’t want to freak him out. As expected, Koyama pulls back off of him and Shige makes a regretful whining noise as he falls from Koyama’s lips.
Then Koyama is back on his feet and aggressively kissing Shige like his life depends on it. Shige can’t help but grind against him, the sensitive skin of his cock rubbing against the material of Koyama’s sweatpants, while Koyama’s tongue invades his mouth and his hands wander all over Shige’s naked body.
“Can I ask you a favour?” Koyama pants in his ear, and Shige thinks that’s a stupid question. He’ll say yes to just about anything right now as long as Koyama doesn’t stop. He manages to make a sound that must sound affirmative though, because Koyama continues.
“I want to fuck you. Can I? Please?” he asks, the desperation obvious in both his voice and the way he’s grinding against Shige like he’ll die if they stop. Shige wants to say yes, oh god he wants to say yes.
“We can’t” he manages to get out. Koyama makes a deflated whining sound.
“I want to. Believe me, I want to. But we need - I don’t have - ” he tries to explain.
Koyama pulls back to look at Shige in embarrassment. “I have some. In my room” he says sheepishly.
Shige gawks for a second before his libido kicks back in impatiently. He can’t form words right now so he just steps out of his clothes on the floor, stopping to yank off his socks, before grabbing Koyama’s hand and pulling him towards his bedroom.
They tumbled to the bed, wrapped up in each other. Hands and lips all over each other and Shige wants Koyama’s damn sweatpants off. He tugs and Koyama stand up for a second to pull them off, before diving back onto the bed. His hand reaches out and bangs around his night stand for a moment before coming back with a condom and an unopened bottle of lube.
Shige looks at him for a second and Koyama clears his throat bashfully. “I um, wanted to be prepared” he says, but Shige couldn’t care less right now.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” he asks.
Koyama laughs.
“Just because I’ve never done this before it doesn’t mean I’m a complete idiot. I’ve seen videos” he says.
“Porn isn’t like real life” Shige retorts and grabs the lube from Koyama. “I’ll do it myself.”
While Koyama is most likely perfectly capable, he’ll also go slow and be gentle, and Shige’s too worked up for that right now. He pulls his knees to his chest as he lubes up three fingers. He pushes two in at once, starts thrusting them in and out straight away because he doesn’t need to adjust when he does it to himself. Koyama is looking at him like Shige’s something delicious that he wants to devour and the thought turns Shige on so much. He pushes the third finger in, striving to reach his prostate.
Koyama reaches his hand down then and pushes on Shige’s hand, causing his fingers to go deeper inside and finally hit that spot. He moans and closes his eyes. They pop back open a second later when he feels Koyama shift so he’s kneeling between Shige’s knees, staring unashamedly at where Shige’s hand is thrusting in and out of himself. Shige doesn’t want to wait anymore and he picks up the condom from where it’s lying on the bed, throwing to Koyama. It hits him in the forehead and he looks up at Shige, blinking stupidly. Then he notices the condom and seems to get it, grabbing it and putting it on himself.
Shige throws the lube down to him as well, which Koyama takes and slathers on himself before leaning forward to kiss Shige. Shige pulls his fingers free and wipes them on Koyama’s covers before sinking them into the flesh of Koyama’s ass. He wraps his legs around Koyama’s waist and tilts his hips so that the tip of Koyama’s cock brushes against his entrance. Koyama groans and starts to push himself inside.
He’s going so slowly and Shige doesn’t know if it’s for his or Koyama’s own benefit. He wants it faster but doesn’t want to scare Koyama off so he keeps his mouth shut. Figuratively speaking, because he can’t keep his mouth from opening at the sensation of Koyama slowly filling him up. Koyama’s kind of big and it takes a while for him to bottom out, by which point Shige is a wreck. He’s clinging to Koyama like he’s a life raft in the middle of the ocean, and breathing heavily through his mouth. He wants Koyama to move, to fuck him, but he can hear Koyama counting under his breathe, trying to get himself under control.
Or tries to at least. A few seconds go by and then Shige can’t wait any longer, certain that he’ll die if Koyama doesn’t move soon.
“Please” he manages to get out, and that’s enough because Koyama is moving. Pulling back and thrusting forward gently, so gentle. Shige moans because it’s not enough and Koyama is swearing.
“Fuck! Shige fuck! I can’t - You’re so fucking tight” he’s burbling, almost to himself. Shige smiles and reaches up to stroke Koyama’s hair.
“Kei-chan” he says, and Koyama looks at him in amazement. “It’s OK Kei, it’s just me. It’s OK” Shige says. It doesn’t really mean anything but the words and Shige’s fingers running through his hair seem to have the desired effect as Koyama calms down. He leans down to kiss Shige again, this time without the rare desperate edge that had been consuming him before. This kiss is the one that makes Shige’s mind whirl though.
Koyama’s lips part Shige’s and his tongue runs over the bottom one, before he gently sucks it into his mouth. Shige can feel Koyama’s emotions with this kiss, and he’s regretting not stopping earlier to ask what exactly all this is about. Clearly it’s not just a desire to get into Shige’s pants. Straight men don’t wake up one day intending to scheme their gay best friend into bed. Shige thinks they probably should have talked about this before they got to this point.
However, it’s too late now as Koyama rises up pushes back into Shige, this time hard and fast and Shige’s eyes roll back into his head as his upstairs brain once more relinquishes control.
“Gnngl...” he tries to say something but it’s lost as Koyama thrusts again, and then again, getting faster each time. Shige runs his hand down Koyama’s back, digging his nails in as much as he can while he tilts his hips upwards to meet Koyama’s thrusts. Koyama seems to like that if his groan is any indication, and Shige does it again. Koyama is fucking him hard now, his headboard is striking the wall with a repeated thudding sound that Shige vaguely hopes Koyama’s neighbours don’t hear.
They frantically thrust against each other and Shige can feel himself getting closer and closer to coming. He’s clinging onto Koyama, who’s clinging on to him in return, but it’s not enough. Never enough. He wants more. Suddenly Koyama is pulling back off of him, at Shige feels empty both physically and emotionally as Koyama leaves him. But it’s only for a second as Koyama is turning him around, pushing him onto all fours before pushing right back in.
He picks up where he left off and Shige howls because now Koyama’s cock is jabbing against his prostate with every thrust. Shige’s arms are shaking so he lowers himself onto his elbows, forearms braced against the bed and he has to bite the bed sheets due to the new angle forcing Koyama in deeper than before. It’s too much, all too much now and Shige can’t hold back any longer. Koyama’s hands are on his hips, digging his fingers in as he moans above Shige.
Shige reaches his hand down and gets it around himself, pulling himself off in time to Koyama’s thrusts. Koyama groans as Shige tightens around him and the sound is ultimately what sets Shige off, coming over his hand while he screams into Koyama’s pillow.
“Fuck!” Koyama exclaims as he moves against Shige, hips stuttering as he reaches his end. He swears again and his fingers dig into Shige’s hips painfully as he pulses inside Shige before finally stilling.
He pulls out immediately and pulls off the condom, throwing it into the bin as Shige lowers his body onto the bed. Koyama grabs some tissues and passes them to Shige, who takes them wordlessly and cleans himself up. When he’s finished and disposed of the tissues he flops back on the bed, tired and hot and sticky.
He should have expected it, but it takes him aback when Koyama cuddles up to him. Shige’s not that big on cuddling after sex, but he’s used to Koyama clinging onto him when they’re fully clothed (and occasionally when they’re in bed) so it seems slightly churlish to push him away now. He angles his arm behind Koyama’s head and throws it around his shoulders. Koyama places his own head on Shige’s chest and twines their feet together, sighing happily to himself.
“I can hear your heartbeat” he whispers, like it’s a secret that only Shige can know.
“Mmm” Shige replies, too drowsy to properly respond.
Koyama laughs at that, but doesn’t say anything more, just continues to run his fingers over Shige’s chest like he’s exploring new terrain. Shige closes his eyes, content to drift off while Koyama plays, but as his body cools down and his heart rate returns to normal, so too do his earlier apprehensions return.
He clears his throat, really not wanting to have this conversation. Koyama looks up expectantly at him.
“What - ?” his mouth runs dry. He clears his throat again. “What was this all about?” he asks.
Koyama looks away self-consciously. “I, um” he starts before laughing embarrassedly. “Well I guess I kind of, um, sort of havefeelingsforyou” he mumbles in a rush.
“OK” Shige says, feeling stupid and like he’s missing something. Koyama doesn’t say anything else though and Shige just thinks for a bit. It’s been a long-standing joke amongst their friends and the jimusho that they are married. Hell, even half their fans thought that they were already together ~like that~ and Koyama’s mother had even joked on more than one occasion about how he’d make a perfect wife for Shige.
Their relationship has always been a close one. “Disgustingly close” Koyama had once described it - on national television no less. They knew each other inside out, loved each other unconditionally, were constantly in physical contact with one another. Shige has had more than one boyfriend who was insanely jealous of his relationship with Koyama, and Shige could see their point. They’d basically been acting like a couple for the last 12 years. The only thing they didn’t have was a sexual relationship.
Shige had considered it before. Before all this started, with Koyama’s eating and everything. Back when he was just a kid questioning his sexuality. Koyama had been his much cooler older friend who had had sexual experiences while Shige hadn’t even kissed anybody yet. Between that and Koyama’s physical affection and the fact that Shige regularly shared a shower and a bed with him, it was only natural that Shige have thoughts from time to time. But he’d grown up and learned to stop thinking of his best friend like that. Had come out and gotten a boyfriend and moved on.
Shige thinks about his relationship with Koyama. He loves Koyama sure, but is he ~in love~ with Koyama? No, is the answer. No, but he could be. All too easily. Koyama has always been his soulmate. Shige knows that. Koyama knows that. Complete strangers on the other side of the world know that. Literally the only difference being in a relationship with Koyama would mean, would be the sex. And considering where they were laying he didn’t think that would be a problem for them.
So, the question of whether or not he wants to be in a relationship with Koyama really just comes down to a question of whether or not he wants to have sex with Koyama or not. And the answer to that is a giant sparkling YES underlined in pink glitter.
Satisfied, he hugs Koyama to his chest as he kisses the top of Koyama’s head. Koyama makes an inquisitive noise and looks up, so Shige kisses him on the mouth. Koyama smiles and kisses him back, and Shige can feel the dopey smile form on his face as they lay there making out. Koyama breaks the kiss to smile at him.
“So, does this mean... that you’re my boyfriend” he asks, blushing. Shige gasps in fake shock.
“Koyama! You haven’t even taken me out on a date yet. What kind of guy do you think I am?”
“Do you really want me to answer that?” Koyama says dryly, pointedly looking down at where their naked bodies are intertwined. Shige laughs.
“Yes, well. That was your fault, thank you very much. You and your damn banana antics. What was all that about anyway?” Koyama grins, completely unashamed.
“Well it worked, didn’t it? Although I must say, you’re kind of slow. It took you months before you cracked” he says.
“Hey!” Shige yells. “I wasn’t slow, I just had great willpower to not jump you. And it took a lot of willpower at times.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t even figure it out at the end. I had to jump you before you did anything. God Shige, for a genius sometimes you can be completely dense.”
“Well excuse me for not thinking that my up-to-now completely straight best friend had decided that he wanted in my pants and was using food as a not-so-subtle hint.” Koyama laughs out loud, leaning up to kiss Shige on his mouth.
Shige gets distracted from their argument because Koyama’s tongue is very talented, and he can feel himself starting to stir. He’s always had a fast recovery time, but this is a record even for him. Unluckily for him, Koyama breaks the kiss and lays back down.
“You didn’t answer my earlier question” he says, and Shige has to think for a second before he remembers.
“Yes” he says. “Yes, I’m your boyfriend” and he smiles at the huge grin that dawns on Koyama’s face. He looks like he’s just won the lottery, and Shige feels all warm and squirmy inside.
“So now we’re dating does this mean you’re going to stop torturing me with your lunch?” he asks his best fr - boyfriend. His boyfriend.
“Are you kidding?” Koyama is laughing at him. “No way! Now I know that it gets me exactly what I want I’m going to do it all the time!”
Shige smiles as he runs one of his hands down Koyama’s arms and laces their fingers together.
“Fine” he says as he brings their joined hands up and kisses Koyama’s knuckles one by one.
“In that case I’ll do it back. And I’ve got more practise at this than you have” he says. Koyama looks confused and opens his mouth to asks a question but then Shige slides his mouth around one of Koyama’s fingers, and without breaking eye contact starts to suck.
Koyama’s eyes go dark and Shige rejoices inside, he knows he’s won this round. But then he thinks, as Koyama lunges at him, straddling his waist while his mouth attaches firmly to Shige’s, who’s keeping score?