Thank god for AU
Title: Thank god for AU
Pairing: HayaRyu / AkaKame
Genre: Romance, Smut
Rating: NC-17
Beta: kamelli, kyleeers, and gaea_chan (bothered 3 people for one short fic because why the hell not? LOL thanks you guys!)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Warnings: Some might take this as a debauchery of the Gokusen series, but I’m sorry that I’m not sorry. After all, in my case, sanity and morality don’t mix with shipping Akame. It’s just a fic, jeez.
Summary: It’s the one night of every week that they can do whatever they want without anyone knowing. Without anyone judging them, because they themselves know that what they're doing is wrong… Right or wrong, it’s something they’re not going to stop doing anyway.
A/N: Genre should include angst but only if you’re really sensitive. Ending can also sound a little psycho, but hey, what do you expect from me, right. It’s been a couple of months since I posted anything so I hope this gets a slick, tight, and warm welcome. Yes, I just said that.
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Ryuu loosens his tie as he maneuvers the car into the narrow garage. The lights are off and he has to make do with the slim glow of the headlights. He absolutely hates parking. Parking in a dark and cramped space even more so. Nonetheless, the thought of the reward waiting for him inside the house keeps him from stressing over his current dilemma.
It’s his driver’s day off, and so it means it’s that time of the week again. Hayato is sure to be waiting for him in the apartment by now.
Ryuu can’t meet Hayato if he’s not alone, so they choose this day - every Thursday of the week - to get together. It’s the day when Ryuu’s sure to be alone when he comes home, with the absence of any personal aide or any colleagues or subordinates who need his help. It’s the one night of every week that they can do whatever they want without anyone knowing. Without anyone judging them, because they themselves know that what they’re doing is wrong.
Right or wrong, it’s something they’re not going to stop doing anyway.
Ryuu smiles albeit a sigh as he finally kills the engine and gets out of the car. He used to think that it was merely hormones that drew them to each other, but it’s been roughly seven years since that excuse was last valid.
“Okaeri~!” Hayato greets in a singsong voice as Ryuu enters, pulling him into a hug that rubs up at him a little more than necessary.
Stop acting like it’s your house, is what Ryuu thinks, but true to his character, he doesn’t say a word. Instead, he sends the other man that lopsided half grin that obviously gets Hayato even more excited.
“I made ramen,” Hayato coos, draping himself over Ryuu’s shoulders as the smaller man occupies a seat at the small dining table.
“Thanks,” Ryuu says sparingly. Nevertheless, he turns to face Hayato and gives the man a quick peck on the lips.
It’s always ramen, because Hayato learned how to make it from Kumai-san back then. Ryuu can still remember the first time Hayato successfully made the dish; he had pulled Ryuu to the kitchen of the shop while everyone else was on break. They weren’t allowed to touch anything, but Hayato proceeded anyway.
And so, Ryuu was the first one to taste Hayato’s cooking, and ramen became something special for both of them.
Hayato has since gotten a lot better at cooking - he was even rumored to want to set up a restaurant now - and Ryuu is actually proud of him.
“I also prepared the bath,” Hayato says across the table in the middle of their meal, pulling Ryuu back to the here-and-now.
He’s acting like a housewife, Ryuu thinks with a bit of annoyance. Because neither of them had ever acted like ‘the girl in the relationship.’ They were simply childhood friends who grew up to come to fall for each other, and it did not mean someone had to be less of a man - or whoever he was - just so they could fit into each others’ lives.
“Let’s get in together after dinner,” Hayato finishes with an unmistakable mischievous glint in his eye. That is no housewife role play, though. That’s clearly him, and his unabashed logic and shameless desire to have the other man all for himself.
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“How was your day?” Hayato says in a low voice when Ryuu joins him in the tub, settling in between his legs and against his chest. He wraps his hands around the smaller man’s waist just because why not.
“Was okay,” Ryuu mutters, eyes closed and the back of his head resting on Hayato’s shoulder, “Tiring as always.”
“You let them make you work too much,” Hayato chuckles. He starts to caress Ryuu’s abdomen under the water, knowing how the man loves the mere feeling of Hayato’s hands on any part of his body.
“And you let them make you work too little,” Ryuu replies with a soft smirk playing at his lips, eyes still closed.
He’s talking about how Hayato doesn’t have much work to do these days, making Hayato smile. But of course they’re not discussing that. They’re not going there, not when they have one day a week to be together and pretend that the rest of the world doesn’t exist.
Ryuu knows that, and he doesn’t say anything more. He just reaches up behind him to place a hand on Hayato’s hair, gently massaging his head. It doesn’t do much, but Hayato likes it anyway.
“How is work, anyway?” he asks, genuinely curious, “I never get to visit anymore.”
“It’s that time of the year… Takasugi Reita has been promoted,” Ryuu snickers uncharacteristically.
“Really? Who would have known, eh?”
Ryuu leans into Hayato’s chest some more, seemingly seeking more contact. Hayato gladly grants it, pulling Ryuu tighter against him and moving on to caress his thighs.
“I would have rooted for Ogata Yamato,” Hayato comments randomly.
“You just like him because he looks like the both of us,” Ryuu dismisses.
“And has a voice like mine - ”
“Sadly, the project requires more than just a good voice - ”
It’s not like Ryuu doesn’t like Ogata. But if Ogata had been assigned to work with him, Ryuu would have been unnecessarily reminded of Hayato, and that might affect his performance. It has literally been years since they last had the chance to work together, and Ryuu kind of missed that as much as he missed the man.
A few moments more and Ryuu’s hand on Hayato’s head stills, until it falls to rest on the edge of the tub.
“Oi, if you’re sleepy then let’s just go to bed - ”
And suddenly, the bathroom is ringing with Ryuu’s carefree and amused laughter. He lifts himself from Hayato and faces the taller man, eyes smiling and his shoulders shaking as he continues to giggle.
“Just go to bed?” Ryuu verifies, surveying Hayato’s own confused face, “I haven’t heard that for quite some time, Yabuki Hayato. That was as good as conceding in a fight. My, my… times really have changed - ”
The taller man sneers, understanding how Ryuu wants to go about tonight. He kneels in front of the smaller man - with difficulty in the cramped space of the tub - and declares his intentions, “Well, seeing as you’re daring me, Odagiri Ryuu, I hope you’re up for a challenge yourself, because you just signed up for a hell of an exhausting night.”
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Hayato makes a slow, gentle move inside Ryuu. Their fingers are intertwined, hands grasping each other tightly. Ryuu’s thighs are wrapped around Hayato’s waist, their sweat making it rather tricky to keep their limbs in place. The bed sheets get rumpled just a bit more as Ryuu makes an effort to keep his legs around Hayato.
Ryuu’s face is drenched with sweat. His hair is sticking on his forehead, and his eyes are shut tight, brows scrunched together in pain and concentration. Hayato dips his head to run his tongue over Ryuu’s lips as he thrusts again, sharper this time, causing Ryuu to gasp, and Hayato’s tongue slips right into Ryuu’s hot, open mouth.
The kiss is done leisurely, as if that’s the only thing on earth that had to happen at the moment. In their reality, it’s the only thing they need - tongue rolling on wet tongue, feeling their teeth. Lips sucking on bruised lips. Tongue venturing inside again.
Hayato feels Ryuu’s insides squeeze his member, and that’s a sure sign that Ryuu’s seeking action again - waiting, ready, willing to be fucked senseless for another round. It’s 2am; Ryuu has work early in the morning, but the man has always been an expert at running on low fuel. He had been through worse lack of sleep when it came to work, and Hayato knows the younger man wouldn’t mind being sleep-deprived if it meant a few more hours of pleasure.
“Unnhhh… Jin…”
“Shhh…” Hayato hushes, amused.
Ryuu is slipping, getting desperate. He is calling him another name, resorting to reality - and reality is something Hayato can’t deny, not when he, too, gets off on what feels so real right here and right now.
“You want it - harder - ?” he asks, slowly starting on a rhythm, gathering every last ounce of self-control to not just pound into the smaller man, because god, Kame felt so good around his cock - warm, slick, tight, like each time was the first.
And he realizes that he, too, is slipping out of the game, seeking roughness; no longer willing to delay his release with their fancy little fantasy. And he wonders - as his cock hammers into Kame’s tense and abused hole - if, in the Gokusen universe, Yabuki Hayato would get to punish Odagiri Ryuu in bed.
“Yes! Fuck, yes!” Kame yells underneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust, his hands clawing at Jin’s back. Jin then fleetingly considers, too, if Odagiri becomes such a slut for Yabuki, like how their actors are in real life. That would have been an interesting development in the story.
Though, what would Yankumi have said?
Well, what would anyone have said if they caught two of the main cast of Gokusen season 2 fucking in the classroom of the legendary 3-D? Or in the kitchen of poor Kumai-san’s ramen shop? Or in Ryuu’s bedroom in the Odagiri residence?
Good times, Jin thinks as he runs his tongue up the soft, milky skin of Kame’s neck, their rhythm only growing faster and faster with each thrust. He would have wanted to do it at least once in the Oedo residence, but they didn’t have enough scenes there to manage it. They should definitely be given a new drama together.
The chances of that happening are too slim, though.
Kame feels each thrust pierce inside him, and it’s the perfect balance of sweet pain and pleasure that he keeps his mind on, as he reaches between them to stroke himself to his release. Jin’s wicked eyes are on him, his gaze ordering Kame to please himself and get on with the show. Jin is as impatient as ever, though, and his one hand soon joins Kame’s in stroking the younger man’s cock, his other hand now tangled in Kame’s hair.
Kame brings his other hand to clutch at Jin’s shoulder as the older man’s thrusts hit his prostate repeatedly, sending tremors up and down his body until he’s overwhelmed with sensations, coming into their hands clasped tight around his cock, smearing their chests and stomachs with white, hot liquid. He doesn’t stop chafing up against Jin, and soon the taller man finds his release inside Kame, filling him up with his warmth, semen trickling out of Kame’s hole, down to his thighs and onto the sheets.
They come down from their high with mirrored shivers and silly grins, sweaty foreheads resting against each other.
“Please don’t tell me you were thinking of that one time in the ramen kitchen again,” Kame says breathlessly as Jin collapses beside him, “That felt too messy and I’m really never doing it again, drama set or otherwise.”
Jin chortles as soon as he regains normal breathing, “You know, you’re giving me ideas for next week.”
Kame laughs along, knowing too well how, with or without ideas, Jin will always turn up in his apartment every Thursday night. Not bothering to clean up, they get under the sheets and cuddle into each other. Tomorrow, they will be saying goodbye until next week, when they can pretend to be Hayato and Ryuu again.
~end~
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kyleeers told me the entire thing bears similarity to a recently released local very heterosexual movie LOL but all similarities are unintentional so skip that if you wanna tell me LOL
A new chapter of Dead Simple is still in the works ‘cuz I’m a slow writer like that, please do watch out for it. Meanwhile, I hope you enjoyed this. Let me know what you think! Comments are love :) Also, if you missed me at all, let me know in the comments. *sniff*
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