Find Again
Retardly late birthday fic for quinesale. I'm going to apologize right now for (1) the lateness and (2) totally failing at this pairing. I just don't get them.
Title: Find Again
Pairing: Inui/Yanagi
Rating: NC-17 . . . although it's honestly more like a hard R.
Summary: Two boys try to pick up the pieces.
Please point out typos if you'd be so kind. :DD;;
“Renji,” the name still fell so easily off his tongue it felt somehow odd. Like when one repeats a word over and over, and becomes suspicious of it; overanalyzing the sound so much it no longer sounds right.
“Yes, Sadaharu?” Yanagi was seated primly at his desk, palms flat on his legs above the knees, feet pointed straight toward Inui on the floor.
Inui twiddled his thumbs - a nervous habit - and fought back an annoyed sigh. “Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m here?”
Indeed, it was certainly strange. Yanagi wasn’t surprised that Inui knew his phone number and wasn’t terribly surprised when he called earlier. They had seen one another last week for the first time in years, and Yanagi had easily recognized the sparks of camaraderie - amongst other things - fly between them. It wasn’t surprising that one of them felt the need to pick up their . . . friendship. He wasn’t surprised when Inui requested permission to visit. Yanagi hadn’t given him his address; he assumed his childhood friend would already have that information. He did.
However, what was surprising - not to mention amusing - was that Inui was quite clearly becoming more and more of a nervous wreck as the seconds ticked by. Yanagi had wanted to ask what was wrong, but couldn’t deny the perverse pleasure he got in seeing the other boy rattled. Inui took off his glasses - something he rarely ever did - and rubbed his eyes. Yanagi smiled, just slightly, and gave in.
“Is there something I can help you with?” Yanagi inquired, voice polite and refined. He considered, and dropped his voice down a few notes to something slightly more sinister. “I certainly hope you’re not scouring for data, Sadaharu.”
Inui snorted, placing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose, looking a bit more confident, as well as a bit deflated. “Hardly, Renji.” He looked at Yanagi for a few moments and finally let out the sigh he’d been holding back. “Maybe this was a bad idea,” he began and rose to his feet from the small floor cushion. He was turning towards the door when a hand fastened around his wrist.
“Sorry,” Yanagi let out under his breath, barely audible. His hand around Inui’s wrist slid down, bringing their hands together. “I wasn’t sure.”
Inui turned back, smiling a little. “I probably shouldn’t have assumed-”
“No,” Yanagi cut him off, but it came out strained. His heart was thumping and his breathing was shallow. He hadn’t realized until that second just how much he’d been hoping that this was what Inui wanted. They’d been so young then, after all, and it just wasn’t prudent to assume that things could ever be the same. They’d been children, really . . . well, perhaps they still were, Yanagi thought with a tiny smirk.
What they had done then was written off as young curiosity. It wasn’t anything serious - touches mainly, and maybe a few clumsy kisses. But they had gotten caught, and although their parents had merely patted their heads and joked with one another about early hormones, it had been serious enough that Yanagi’s parents had ultimately decided to separate the two.
Looking back, Yanagi can hardly blame them. That he had developed sexual interest at such an age surely wasn’t normal. Was it?
But it didn’t matter anymore - it was normal now, and just as Inui had done with their match last week, Yanagi desired to finish something else that been cut off before it had really begun.
“I want you,” he almost added “to stay,” but decided not to. Those three words said more than the five could. Unsure what else to say, he pressed forward and sealed their lips together. Inui’s lips were stiff but hot, and they trembled stubbornly for a few moments before opening slightly to return the kiss. Yanagi could immediately tell he had very little experience, but couldn’t bring himself to care. He leaned forward, backing Inui up against the wall and consuming his mouth in a wild, hungry kiss. Inui melted against him, but stiffened after a few minutes, as if suddenly remembering something.
Yanagi broke the kiss, only then realizing that his hands had snuck up Inui’s shirt; one was pressed flat against the small of his back while the other lazily caressed the tight set of abdominals in front. Inui’s hands, however, were grabbing tightly at the wall behind him.
“What’s wrong?” Yanagi felt his stomach drop. Was it possible he had totally misinterpreted this whole thing? It wouldn’t be the first time this week that he’d misjudged his old friend.
“I . . .” Inui swallowed nervously. “I don’t really know what to do.” He looked away and visibly relaxed along with the confession. “I’ve never done this before. Except with you,” he added the last sentence with a smirk.
Yanagi smirked back, relieved that he wasn’t wrong, but also humbled. In all the years that he’d known him, he’d never once seen Inui willingly confess his ignorance, in this and in anything else. Yanagi knew that telling him must have taken a fair amount of courage. He began moving his hands again, loving the shiver it elicited from the other boy.
“Why don’t we just do that, then?” he offered in a whisper. He truthfully hadn’t been looking for or expecting anything more; touches and kisses and just being pressed against one another, sharing heat and arousal. He captured Inui’s lips again, gently tasting the inside of his mouth, and boldly snaked a hand down to rub over the growing bulge in Inui’s pants.
Inui moaned, low and deep, arms moving without his control to grab onto Yanagi’s shoulders and push their bodies together roughly. Yanagi hissed, lips breaking away, as his erection was forcefully pushed against Inui’s between layers of too-thick clothing.
“I think we should continue this someplace more comfortable,” Inui chuckled and pushed him away enough to pull off Yanagi’s shirt. Yanagi agreed with a nod and moved towards the bed, taking off his belt as he walked. He sat on the bed and was a little surprised when Inui suddenly pushed him onto his back and crawled on top. To get back at him, he snatched his glasses off, keeping his face serious.
“Do you have your spares?” he inquired, twisting them in his hand.
“Yeah,” Inui was squinting at him even though his face was less than a foot away. He’d always had terrible eyesight, Yanagi remembered with a smirk, and threw the glasses aside. Inui didn’t even notice, but was leaning down to kiss him again when his head smacked against the wall.
He recoiled with a cringe and Yanagi fought back a laugh. “We should turn the other way,” he suggested diplomatically. They were both too tall to be laying on his bed sideways.
“But first . . .” he demonstrated rather than finish the sentence, undressing the both of them with quick, deft hands. Inui was holding his head, obviously still and pain, and Yanagi went about distracting him, lips latching onto his neck and fingers rubbing over his small, hard nipples.
Inui melted into the action, tension easing out of his muscles as the pain faded away. Yanagi was gently coaxing him into laying down and Inui relented, rolling onto his side on the bed (the right way this time) and pulling Yanagi with him.
As soon as they fell side by side, any hesitance was thrown aside as the two pushed against each other, limbs wrapping around tightly as if they were trying to merge into one. Reciprocal moans were buried in one another’s mouths as their bare skin brushed together, loudest as the tips of their equally hard cocks poked into each other’s belly.
That was how they brought each other off; hips bucking eagerly, erections grinding against each other, lips locked together firmly, arms wrapped tightly around the other’s torso. Perhaps because they had spent so long apart, it all took place under five minutes, although it was certainly the most intense five minutes they’d ever experienced. Their needs had collided and molded together, and the world was tight with pressure, so tight they’d both felt more physically exhausted afterwards then they can ever remember feeling after a tennis match - even against one another.
“Sadaharu,” Yanagi gasped the other’s name as he came, and didn’t notice that Inui had come at the exact same time until some moments later. Inui rolled away onto his back, Yanagi’s name soft on his lips. “Renji.”
They both laid still, panting harshly and gathering their strength, as well as their thoughts for some minutes. Yanagi threw his arm over his eyes and let out a loud sigh. Inui looked over at him inquiringly and Yanagi felt his gaze and spoke up before he said anything.
“I can’t move,” he admitted in a wistful voice. It was true. He could move his neck and his arms (with effort), but the remaining parts of his body felt like a deadweight. His energy had quite literally been sucked right out of him.
Inui was silent for a few seconds before agreeing, sounding somewhat awed. “I can’t either.”
“I don’t think anything could get me out of this bed right now,” Yanagi mused with a smirk.
“What about if your parents came in?” Inui suggested evilly, and Yanagi barked a laugh.
“Well, perhaps that. I wonder what they’d do this time,” he started sounding amused, but ended in a somewhat sad tone.
“Move to another country?” Inui suggested lightly, trying to keep up the good humor but immediately realized it was no good.
Yanagi sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. “I’m sorry, Sadaharu.”
Inui didn’t need to ask what he was referring to. “It wasn’t your fault,” he answered simply.
“I should have told you though.”
Inui pondered that for a few moments. He couldn’t deny that that was exactly what he’d thought about it for years. Now, he was old enough to know better. “I probably wouldn’t have been able to tell you either, if it had been me,” he said truthfully.
Inui’s hand found its way into his own, and despite himself, Yanagi felt touched. He allowed himself a smile, wide enough it could almost be called a grin.
“So, are you seeing anybody?” he inquired in a neutral voice. Inui, unfortunately, saw right through it.
“It wouldn’t be prudent at this point in time to reveal that information. Maybe after nationals, Renji.”
Yanagi chuckled, having expected such an answer. “I’m going to assume by your answer you mean ‘yes,’ and ‘he’s on the team.’”
“Are you sure you’re not getting me confused with yourself?” Inui suggested with a small laugh.
“I wouldn’t get confused over such a thing, Sadaharu,” he answered vaguely.
Inui agreed with a small noise, and they fell into a comfortable silence, consciousness dancing along the edges of sleep in quiet contentment.
~FIN~
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*cringe* I think I need to take a little writing break or something. Nothing is coming out right lately. ;;-;;
Title: Find Again
Pairing: Inui/Yanagi
Rating: NC-17 . . . although it's honestly more like a hard R.
Summary: Two boys try to pick up the pieces.
Please point out typos if you'd be so kind. :DD;;
“Renji,” the name still fell so easily off his tongue it felt somehow odd. Like when one repeats a word over and over, and becomes suspicious of it; overanalyzing the sound so much it no longer sounds right.
“Yes, Sadaharu?” Yanagi was seated primly at his desk, palms flat on his legs above the knees, feet pointed straight toward Inui on the floor.
Inui twiddled his thumbs - a nervous habit - and fought back an annoyed sigh. “Aren’t you going to ask me why I’m here?”
Indeed, it was certainly strange. Yanagi wasn’t surprised that Inui knew his phone number and wasn’t terribly surprised when he called earlier. They had seen one another last week for the first time in years, and Yanagi had easily recognized the sparks of camaraderie - amongst other things - fly between them. It wasn’t surprising that one of them felt the need to pick up their . . . friendship. He wasn’t surprised when Inui requested permission to visit. Yanagi hadn’t given him his address; he assumed his childhood friend would already have that information. He did.
However, what was surprising - not to mention amusing - was that Inui was quite clearly becoming more and more of a nervous wreck as the seconds ticked by. Yanagi had wanted to ask what was wrong, but couldn’t deny the perverse pleasure he got in seeing the other boy rattled. Inui took off his glasses - something he rarely ever did - and rubbed his eyes. Yanagi smiled, just slightly, and gave in.
“Is there something I can help you with?” Yanagi inquired, voice polite and refined. He considered, and dropped his voice down a few notes to something slightly more sinister. “I certainly hope you’re not scouring for data, Sadaharu.”
Inui snorted, placing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose, looking a bit more confident, as well as a bit deflated. “Hardly, Renji.” He looked at Yanagi for a few moments and finally let out the sigh he’d been holding back. “Maybe this was a bad idea,” he began and rose to his feet from the small floor cushion. He was turning towards the door when a hand fastened around his wrist.
“Sorry,” Yanagi let out under his breath, barely audible. His hand around Inui’s wrist slid down, bringing their hands together. “I wasn’t sure.”
Inui turned back, smiling a little. “I probably shouldn’t have assumed-”
“No,” Yanagi cut him off, but it came out strained. His heart was thumping and his breathing was shallow. He hadn’t realized until that second just how much he’d been hoping that this was what Inui wanted. They’d been so young then, after all, and it just wasn’t prudent to assume that things could ever be the same. They’d been children, really . . . well, perhaps they still were, Yanagi thought with a tiny smirk.
What they had done then was written off as young curiosity. It wasn’t anything serious - touches mainly, and maybe a few clumsy kisses. But they had gotten caught, and although their parents had merely patted their heads and joked with one another about early hormones, it had been serious enough that Yanagi’s parents had ultimately decided to separate the two.
Looking back, Yanagi can hardly blame them. That he had developed sexual interest at such an age surely wasn’t normal. Was it?
But it didn’t matter anymore - it was normal now, and just as Inui had done with their match last week, Yanagi desired to finish something else that been cut off before it had really begun.
“I want you,” he almost added “to stay,” but decided not to. Those three words said more than the five could. Unsure what else to say, he pressed forward and sealed their lips together. Inui’s lips were stiff but hot, and they trembled stubbornly for a few moments before opening slightly to return the kiss. Yanagi could immediately tell he had very little experience, but couldn’t bring himself to care. He leaned forward, backing Inui up against the wall and consuming his mouth in a wild, hungry kiss. Inui melted against him, but stiffened after a few minutes, as if suddenly remembering something.
Yanagi broke the kiss, only then realizing that his hands had snuck up Inui’s shirt; one was pressed flat against the small of his back while the other lazily caressed the tight set of abdominals in front. Inui’s hands, however, were grabbing tightly at the wall behind him.
“What’s wrong?” Yanagi felt his stomach drop. Was it possible he had totally misinterpreted this whole thing? It wouldn’t be the first time this week that he’d misjudged his old friend.
“I . . .” Inui swallowed nervously. “I don’t really know what to do.” He looked away and visibly relaxed along with the confession. “I’ve never done this before. Except with you,” he added the last sentence with a smirk.
Yanagi smirked back, relieved that he wasn’t wrong, but also humbled. In all the years that he’d known him, he’d never once seen Inui willingly confess his ignorance, in this and in anything else. Yanagi knew that telling him must have taken a fair amount of courage. He began moving his hands again, loving the shiver it elicited from the other boy.
“Why don’t we just do that, then?” he offered in a whisper. He truthfully hadn’t been looking for or expecting anything more; touches and kisses and just being pressed against one another, sharing heat and arousal. He captured Inui’s lips again, gently tasting the inside of his mouth, and boldly snaked a hand down to rub over the growing bulge in Inui’s pants.
Inui moaned, low and deep, arms moving without his control to grab onto Yanagi’s shoulders and push their bodies together roughly. Yanagi hissed, lips breaking away, as his erection was forcefully pushed against Inui’s between layers of too-thick clothing.
“I think we should continue this someplace more comfortable,” Inui chuckled and pushed him away enough to pull off Yanagi’s shirt. Yanagi agreed with a nod and moved towards the bed, taking off his belt as he walked. He sat on the bed and was a little surprised when Inui suddenly pushed him onto his back and crawled on top. To get back at him, he snatched his glasses off, keeping his face serious.
“Do you have your spares?” he inquired, twisting them in his hand.
“Yeah,” Inui was squinting at him even though his face was less than a foot away. He’d always had terrible eyesight, Yanagi remembered with a smirk, and threw the glasses aside. Inui didn’t even notice, but was leaning down to kiss him again when his head smacked against the wall.
He recoiled with a cringe and Yanagi fought back a laugh. “We should turn the other way,” he suggested diplomatically. They were both too tall to be laying on his bed sideways.
“But first . . .” he demonstrated rather than finish the sentence, undressing the both of them with quick, deft hands. Inui was holding his head, obviously still and pain, and Yanagi went about distracting him, lips latching onto his neck and fingers rubbing over his small, hard nipples.
Inui melted into the action, tension easing out of his muscles as the pain faded away. Yanagi was gently coaxing him into laying down and Inui relented, rolling onto his side on the bed (the right way this time) and pulling Yanagi with him.
As soon as they fell side by side, any hesitance was thrown aside as the two pushed against each other, limbs wrapping around tightly as if they were trying to merge into one. Reciprocal moans were buried in one another’s mouths as their bare skin brushed together, loudest as the tips of their equally hard cocks poked into each other’s belly.
That was how they brought each other off; hips bucking eagerly, erections grinding against each other, lips locked together firmly, arms wrapped tightly around the other’s torso. Perhaps because they had spent so long apart, it all took place under five minutes, although it was certainly the most intense five minutes they’d ever experienced. Their needs had collided and molded together, and the world was tight with pressure, so tight they’d both felt more physically exhausted afterwards then they can ever remember feeling after a tennis match - even against one another.
“Sadaharu,” Yanagi gasped the other’s name as he came, and didn’t notice that Inui had come at the exact same time until some moments later. Inui rolled away onto his back, Yanagi’s name soft on his lips. “Renji.”
They both laid still, panting harshly and gathering their strength, as well as their thoughts for some minutes. Yanagi threw his arm over his eyes and let out a loud sigh. Inui looked over at him inquiringly and Yanagi felt his gaze and spoke up before he said anything.
“I can’t move,” he admitted in a wistful voice. It was true. He could move his neck and his arms (with effort), but the remaining parts of his body felt like a deadweight. His energy had quite literally been sucked right out of him.
Inui was silent for a few seconds before agreeing, sounding somewhat awed. “I can’t either.”
“I don’t think anything could get me out of this bed right now,” Yanagi mused with a smirk.
“What about if your parents came in?” Inui suggested evilly, and Yanagi barked a laugh.
“Well, perhaps that. I wonder what they’d do this time,” he started sounding amused, but ended in a somewhat sad tone.
“Move to another country?” Inui suggested lightly, trying to keep up the good humor but immediately realized it was no good.
Yanagi sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. “I’m sorry, Sadaharu.”
Inui didn’t need to ask what he was referring to. “It wasn’t your fault,” he answered simply.
“I should have told you though.”
Inui pondered that for a few moments. He couldn’t deny that that was exactly what he’d thought about it for years. Now, he was old enough to know better. “I probably wouldn’t have been able to tell you either, if it had been me,” he said truthfully.
Inui’s hand found its way into his own, and despite himself, Yanagi felt touched. He allowed himself a smile, wide enough it could almost be called a grin.
“So, are you seeing anybody?” he inquired in a neutral voice. Inui, unfortunately, saw right through it.
“It wouldn’t be prudent at this point in time to reveal that information. Maybe after nationals, Renji.”
Yanagi chuckled, having expected such an answer. “I’m going to assume by your answer you mean ‘yes,’ and ‘he’s on the team.’”
“Are you sure you’re not getting me confused with yourself?” Inui suggested with a small laugh.
“I wouldn’t get confused over such a thing, Sadaharu,” he answered vaguely.
Inui agreed with a small noise, and they fell into a comfortable silence, consciousness dancing along the edges of sleep in quiet contentment.
~FIN~
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*cringe* I think I need to take a little writing break or something. Nothing is coming out right lately. ;;-;;