5 times Yuto tried to molest Yamada in his sleep + 1 time Yamada was actually awake
Genre: Humour/crack
Rating: PG-15? R? I'm not really sure >.>
Warnings: Kissing, touching, strong implications and um...molesting? XD;
Disclaimer: Yamajima own themselves, yo x)
Notes: For the Yamajima-thon. Happy New Year everyone ♥ Let's hope for lots of Yamajima in 2009!! :D
1. The first time it happened Yuto fought for a long time against his better judgement, knowing that it was wrong and that Yamada would definitely not approve. But it had been so long since they had shared a hotel room, and Yamada’s scent, so concentrated in the small space between them on the shared bed, was enough to overpower Yuto’s senses and rational thought that he found himself doing it anyway.
He moved slowly, edging up to Yamada whose body was facing away from him. Their body heat mingled and Yuto could hear more clearly the calm, steady rhythm of the other’s breathing. Trying not to make any sudden movements or sounds that might wake him up, Yuto tentatively reached forward with a forefinger and brushed Yamada’s lips lightly, heart fluttering at their warmth and softness.
The scent, the proximity, and the soft, pouting lips were too much for Yuto to handle- he swiftly closed the gap between their lips, kissing Yamada gently before pulling away, gauging his face for a reaction.
A moment passed where Yamada didn’t react at all- then suddenly he breathed out loudly and turned his body around to face Yuto. Yuto jumped away shocked, trying and failing to look like he was sleeping as he stared at Yamada, heart beating in his throat.
After a terrified moment, Yuto realised that Yamada was still sleeping, his breathing back to normal and face peaceful. He stared at him for a while longer as he tried to regain his own breath and calm himself down. When he was done, he moved himself to the very edge of the bed, deciding that it was best to stay as far away from that dangerous scent as possible.
2. The second time, Yuto, ashamed by his actions, vowed that he would never do such a thing to his best friend while he was sleeping again. Or any time, for that matter. It was simply wrong to think of Yamada in that way, he told himself. Yamada didn’t think of him in that way, he was sure. And if Yamada knew what he had done, or found out somehow, he knew that Yamada would think of it as a gross betrayal of their trust, and their friendship would be broken and that meant a great, great deal to Yuto.
So the next day, Yuto made sure that he never let his thoughts stray once to thinking about Yamada in that way. Not while they were walking together to school, not during a particularly boring maths lesson, not while they were changing into their costumes or out of them, in the showers… not once.
To prove to himself that he was a good friend without any perverted thoughts whatsoever, he volunteered himself to share a hotel room with Yamada again. As they got into bed and turned off the lights, Yuto was confident that there would be no hiccups in his self control this time. Shaking off Yamada’s alluring scent, he fell asleep easily without having done anything inappropriate.
Unluckily for Yuto, his dreams could not be as controlled. Yamada’s hands found their way through the sheets to the hem of Yuto’s pyjama shirt, roaming underneath the fabric until they reached one of Yuto’s nipples, pressing down hard. Yuto groaned out in pleasure and flipped him over so that he was on top, his legs trapping Yamada’s in place and his arms on either side of him, staring down at him with lustful eyes. Yamada looked up darkly and smirked, as if daring him to continue, and Yuto was more than willing to oblige…
Yuto awoke with a start. It took him a moment to grasp where he was, but when he did he gave a yelp of shock.
Scrambling to remove his body pressed against Yamada’s, his face from Yamada’s hair and, most importantly of all, his hand from within Yamada’s pants, Yuto had no choice but to admit to himself that, yes, he did have perverted thoughts about his best friend.
3. “Woah, what’s happened to Yamada?”
The Hey Say Jump members entered the lunch room to find a seemingly dead Yamada slumped on the couch. They ran to him, Yuto in the lead.
On closer inspection, they saw that he was really in some kind of stupor, eyes glazed over and his mind obviously a long way away. Looking for an explanation to his state, they discovered a large pile of strawberry-coloured food wrappers, an empty strawberry milkshake and empty strawberry punnets strewn all over the table and floor.
“Looks like he’s had a strawberry overdose,” said Yabu knowingly. “Nothing much we can do but wait until the effects wear off a bit.”
As Yabu was talking, a small cough was coming from Yamada that grew and grew until he was choking- Yuto, already sniffling, went into full panic mode.
“Yamada? Yamada! What’s happening?! Don’t die on me!!”
Yamada continued to choke, until suddenly he shuddered and stopped. Yuto shouted, grabbing Yamada’s shoulders, and realised there was only one thing he could do to save him. Breathing in deeply, he began to perform CPR.
The other members stood around the pair, fearing the thought of losing a beloved member to a strawberry attack and hoping that Yuto had some idea of what he was doing. Soon enough, however, Yamada heaved a huge gasp, and the members gave a sigh of relief. All except Yuto though, who, after the overwhelming sensation of Yamada’s lips on his, couldn’t decide whether he was happy or not. The feeling was quickly driving him insane.
Yamada leaned back into the pillows, falling asleep. Without further thought, Yuto leaned down to taste Yamada’s sweet lips again, completely disregarding everyone around him.
The members stared at him, confused, until finally-
“YUTO, STOP PASHING YAMADA” Yelled Yabu.
Yuto pulled away guiltily.
4. They were sharing a room again- Yuto had long since given up trying to restrain himself when it came to such impossible circumstances as these. He didn’t like to call it molesting, nor did he really like the term taking advantage...rather, he was simply giving in to the urges that he couldn’t resist. Yeah, that was it. Besides, it was much better to do it when Yamada was sleeping, so that Yuto could do what he wanted to do, Yamada would be none the wiser, and everyone was happy!
With that in mind, Yuto had no problem slowly pulling the covers from Yamada, taking a moment to revel in the dazzling sight of him lying there, pyjama top that had slightly slid up during the night to reveal smooth, creamy skin, his fingers lightly caressing that area before moving upwards to expose just noticeable muscles, resisting the urge to press his lips against them, moving instead downwards and-
“Yuto.”
Yamada’s crystal clear voice shocked Yuto out of his wits and he immediately flung himself to the edge of the bed, heart beating crazily again.
He’s just sleep-talking, Yuto told himself frantically, he always sleep-talks, it’s ok...
Yamada let out a huge snore.
Yuto breathed a sigh of relief. He settled himself where he was at the edge of the bed, deciding he had had enough for the night.
~*~
The next morning, Yamada awoke and stretched his arms, yawning widely.
“Ohayo, Yuto” Yamada said sleepily.
“Ohayo Yama-chan” Mumbled Yuto, even sleepier. He hated mornings…he was contemplating turning over and having another snooze, when Yamada said something that made his eyes open suddenly.
“I had a weird dream last night…”
“R-really?” Yuto managed to say, trying to keep the curiosity from his voice. “And what was it about?”
It was silent for a moment, which began to grow awkward. If Yuto had been facing him, he would have noticed a slight blush forming in Yamada’s cheeks.
“Oh…it was nothing really,” he said, laughing a little, “just a stupid dream.”
Without another word Yamada sprang up to the showers, leaving Yuto unsure what to think.
5. “Oh my god that’s disgusting!”
Yuto whipped around to see Daiki standing in the doorway of their room, shock and horror spread over his face.
“I-it’s not what it looks like!” Yelped Yuto, though he knew that the present situation could not be mistaken for anything else.
“So that’s why you’re always together in hotel rooms!” Daiki cried, not listening to Yuto as his eyes unwillingly scanned the scene.
D-don’t tell Yama-chan about this! Please!” Begged Yuto, his panic rising.
“What?” Asked Daiki uncomprehendingly. It took a moment before realisation dawned upon him- Yuto’s words and Yamada’s all-too-peaceful face suddenly made sense.
“He’s asleep?”
Yuto shifted uncomfortably, looking anywhere but at Daiki or the sleeping Yamada sprawled on the bed.
There was an incredulous silence that was broken by Daiki.
“How did he sleep through that?”
+
Yamada woke up suddenly one night to a strange sensation he couldn’t quite place. Disoriented as he was, it took him a moment to realise he was in a hotel room, and another moment to realise that the long fingers toying with the top of his pyjama pants could only be Yuto’s.
Immediately wide awake, Yamada tried to look like he was still sleeping while working out whether Yuto himself was awake or not. However, after hearing the uneven breath of his friend behind him and - was that Yuto’s lips on his neck? - Yamada had no doubt in his mind that Yuto was conscious of what he was doing.
The hand that had been at the top of his pants moved under the material and Yamada felt his heartbeat quicken, finding it increasingly difficult to keep his breathing steady. Though he was enjoying this experience far more than he knew he should be, Yamada knew that if Yuto didn’t stop soon he was going to have another, bigger problem on his hands.
The hand started to lightly stroke him down there and Yamada could take no more- he twisted his body around and lunged on top of Yuto, trapping him in place in one fluid movement. Yuto gasped loudly and looked flabbergasted.
“Yama-chan!” He spluttered, going white, “I-I-”
“You can explain?” Finished Yamada, smirking.
Yuto stared fearfully into Yamada’s eyes, which seemed darker and more dangerous than usual.
“So, you can only work up the courage to come on to me when I’m asleep and vulnerable?” He asked conversationally. When Yuto said nothing, Yamada lowered himself down onto Yuto, making him aware of the bulge in his pants. Yuto moaned. Yamada smirked again.
“Coward,” Yamada said, before claiming Yuto’s lips in a kiss.
[kimochi |
accomplished]
[ongaku | hana ni nare ~ flumpool]
Rating: PG-15? R? I'm not really sure >.>
Warnings: Kissing, touching, strong implications and um...molesting? XD;
Disclaimer: Yamajima own themselves, yo x)
Notes: For the Yamajima-thon. Happy New Year everyone ♥ Let's hope for lots of Yamajima in 2009!! :D
1. The first time it happened Yuto fought for a long time against his better judgement, knowing that it was wrong and that Yamada would definitely not approve. But it had been so long since they had shared a hotel room, and Yamada’s scent, so concentrated in the small space between them on the shared bed, was enough to overpower Yuto’s senses and rational thought that he found himself doing it anyway.
He moved slowly, edging up to Yamada whose body was facing away from him. Their body heat mingled and Yuto could hear more clearly the calm, steady rhythm of the other’s breathing. Trying not to make any sudden movements or sounds that might wake him up, Yuto tentatively reached forward with a forefinger and brushed Yamada’s lips lightly, heart fluttering at their warmth and softness.
The scent, the proximity, and the soft, pouting lips were too much for Yuto to handle- he swiftly closed the gap between their lips, kissing Yamada gently before pulling away, gauging his face for a reaction.
A moment passed where Yamada didn’t react at all- then suddenly he breathed out loudly and turned his body around to face Yuto. Yuto jumped away shocked, trying and failing to look like he was sleeping as he stared at Yamada, heart beating in his throat.
After a terrified moment, Yuto realised that Yamada was still sleeping, his breathing back to normal and face peaceful. He stared at him for a while longer as he tried to regain his own breath and calm himself down. When he was done, he moved himself to the very edge of the bed, deciding that it was best to stay as far away from that dangerous scent as possible.
2. The second time, Yuto, ashamed by his actions, vowed that he would never do such a thing to his best friend while he was sleeping again. Or any time, for that matter. It was simply wrong to think of Yamada in that way, he told himself. Yamada didn’t think of him in that way, he was sure. And if Yamada knew what he had done, or found out somehow, he knew that Yamada would think of it as a gross betrayal of their trust, and their friendship would be broken and that meant a great, great deal to Yuto.
So the next day, Yuto made sure that he never let his thoughts stray once to thinking about Yamada in that way. Not while they were walking together to school, not during a particularly boring maths lesson, not while they were changing into their costumes or out of them, in the showers… not once.
To prove to himself that he was a good friend without any perverted thoughts whatsoever, he volunteered himself to share a hotel room with Yamada again. As they got into bed and turned off the lights, Yuto was confident that there would be no hiccups in his self control this time. Shaking off Yamada’s alluring scent, he fell asleep easily without having done anything inappropriate.
Unluckily for Yuto, his dreams could not be as controlled. Yamada’s hands found their way through the sheets to the hem of Yuto’s pyjama shirt, roaming underneath the fabric until they reached one of Yuto’s nipples, pressing down hard. Yuto groaned out in pleasure and flipped him over so that he was on top, his legs trapping Yamada’s in place and his arms on either side of him, staring down at him with lustful eyes. Yamada looked up darkly and smirked, as if daring him to continue, and Yuto was more than willing to oblige…
Yuto awoke with a start. It took him a moment to grasp where he was, but when he did he gave a yelp of shock.
Scrambling to remove his body pressed against Yamada’s, his face from Yamada’s hair and, most importantly of all, his hand from within Yamada’s pants, Yuto had no choice but to admit to himself that, yes, he did have perverted thoughts about his best friend.
3. “Woah, what’s happened to Yamada?”
The Hey Say Jump members entered the lunch room to find a seemingly dead Yamada slumped on the couch. They ran to him, Yuto in the lead.
On closer inspection, they saw that he was really in some kind of stupor, eyes glazed over and his mind obviously a long way away. Looking for an explanation to his state, they discovered a large pile of strawberry-coloured food wrappers, an empty strawberry milkshake and empty strawberry punnets strewn all over the table and floor.
“Looks like he’s had a strawberry overdose,” said Yabu knowingly. “Nothing much we can do but wait until the effects wear off a bit.”
As Yabu was talking, a small cough was coming from Yamada that grew and grew until he was choking- Yuto, already sniffling, went into full panic mode.
“Yamada? Yamada! What’s happening?! Don’t die on me!!”
Yamada continued to choke, until suddenly he shuddered and stopped. Yuto shouted, grabbing Yamada’s shoulders, and realised there was only one thing he could do to save him. Breathing in deeply, he began to perform CPR.
The other members stood around the pair, fearing the thought of losing a beloved member to a strawberry attack and hoping that Yuto had some idea of what he was doing. Soon enough, however, Yamada heaved a huge gasp, and the members gave a sigh of relief. All except Yuto though, who, after the overwhelming sensation of Yamada’s lips on his, couldn’t decide whether he was happy or not. The feeling was quickly driving him insane.
Yamada leaned back into the pillows, falling asleep. Without further thought, Yuto leaned down to taste Yamada’s sweet lips again, completely disregarding everyone around him.
The members stared at him, confused, until finally-
“YUTO, STOP PASHING YAMADA” Yelled Yabu.
Yuto pulled away guiltily.
4. They were sharing a room again- Yuto had long since given up trying to restrain himself when it came to such impossible circumstances as these. He didn’t like to call it molesting, nor did he really like the term taking advantage...rather, he was simply giving in to the urges that he couldn’t resist. Yeah, that was it. Besides, it was much better to do it when Yamada was sleeping, so that Yuto could do what he wanted to do, Yamada would be none the wiser, and everyone was happy!
With that in mind, Yuto had no problem slowly pulling the covers from Yamada, taking a moment to revel in the dazzling sight of him lying there, pyjama top that had slightly slid up during the night to reveal smooth, creamy skin, his fingers lightly caressing that area before moving upwards to expose just noticeable muscles, resisting the urge to press his lips against them, moving instead downwards and-
“Yuto.”
Yamada’s crystal clear voice shocked Yuto out of his wits and he immediately flung himself to the edge of the bed, heart beating crazily again.
He’s just sleep-talking, Yuto told himself frantically, he always sleep-talks, it’s ok...
Yamada let out a huge snore.
Yuto breathed a sigh of relief. He settled himself where he was at the edge of the bed, deciding he had had enough for the night.
~*~
The next morning, Yamada awoke and stretched his arms, yawning widely.
“Ohayo, Yuto” Yamada said sleepily.
“Ohayo Yama-chan” Mumbled Yuto, even sleepier. He hated mornings…he was contemplating turning over and having another snooze, when Yamada said something that made his eyes open suddenly.
“I had a weird dream last night…”
“R-really?” Yuto managed to say, trying to keep the curiosity from his voice. “And what was it about?”
It was silent for a moment, which began to grow awkward. If Yuto had been facing him, he would have noticed a slight blush forming in Yamada’s cheeks.
“Oh…it was nothing really,” he said, laughing a little, “just a stupid dream.”
Without another word Yamada sprang up to the showers, leaving Yuto unsure what to think.
5. “Oh my god that’s disgusting!”
Yuto whipped around to see Daiki standing in the doorway of their room, shock and horror spread over his face.
“I-it’s not what it looks like!” Yelped Yuto, though he knew that the present situation could not be mistaken for anything else.
“So that’s why you’re always together in hotel rooms!” Daiki cried, not listening to Yuto as his eyes unwillingly scanned the scene.
D-don’t tell Yama-chan about this! Please!” Begged Yuto, his panic rising.
“What?” Asked Daiki uncomprehendingly. It took a moment before realisation dawned upon him- Yuto’s words and Yamada’s all-too-peaceful face suddenly made sense.
“He’s asleep?”
Yuto shifted uncomfortably, looking anywhere but at Daiki or the sleeping Yamada sprawled on the bed.
There was an incredulous silence that was broken by Daiki.
“How did he sleep through that?”
+
Yamada woke up suddenly one night to a strange sensation he couldn’t quite place. Disoriented as he was, it took him a moment to realise he was in a hotel room, and another moment to realise that the long fingers toying with the top of his pyjama pants could only be Yuto’s.
Immediately wide awake, Yamada tried to look like he was still sleeping while working out whether Yuto himself was awake or not. However, after hearing the uneven breath of his friend behind him and - was that Yuto’s lips on his neck? - Yamada had no doubt in his mind that Yuto was conscious of what he was doing.
The hand that had been at the top of his pants moved under the material and Yamada felt his heartbeat quicken, finding it increasingly difficult to keep his breathing steady. Though he was enjoying this experience far more than he knew he should be, Yamada knew that if Yuto didn’t stop soon he was going to have another, bigger problem on his hands.
The hand started to lightly stroke him down there and Yamada could take no more- he twisted his body around and lunged on top of Yuto, trapping him in place in one fluid movement. Yuto gasped loudly and looked flabbergasted.
“Yama-chan!” He spluttered, going white, “I-I-”
“You can explain?” Finished Yamada, smirking.
Yuto stared fearfully into Yamada’s eyes, which seemed darker and more dangerous than usual.
“So, you can only work up the courage to come on to me when I’m asleep and vulnerable?” He asked conversationally. When Yuto said nothing, Yamada lowered himself down onto Yuto, making him aware of the bulge in his pants. Yuto moaned. Yamada smirked again.
“Coward,” Yamada said, before claiming Yuto’s lips in a kiss.
[kimochi |
accomplished]
[ongaku | hana ni nare ~ flumpool]