Underneath his Shower Haven [Pin]
Title: Underneath his Shower Haven
Author: Kamika Farinas aka tinyangl
Rating: NC-17
Words: 987
Pairing: Yamapi Stand-alone. PIN.
Summary: Honestly? I can't believe I wrote this. But when saturnianlove commented and talked about wank!fic. ...I kinda got an idea. So thus. Wank!Fic and Yamapi. With Angst. Go figure. Also, first time writing wank. I likely suck. @.@ JE sure brings out those firsts, doesn't it? (P.S. I come up with lame titles. Sorry. And even lamer summaries.)
Yamashita Tomohisa tumbles into the bathroom, not bothering to turn on the lights; his hands are in front of him as he blindly reaches for the shower. He knocks against the sink, trips over the garbage can and almost falls face first into the toilet. In the end, he finally manages to reach the shower. He gropes for the handles inside the shower and he groans when he struggles to open his eyes which were still tightly shut from having just woken up. When he hears the water from the shower running, he immediately hops in, relishing in the feel of water against skin, no matter if the water turned out to be freezing.
He leans his arm against the porcelian wall, and then his head against that arm and just stands there. It takes Yamapi several minutes before he realizes that he had gone into the shower, fully clothed. His pajama pants (the only thing he wore to bed) and boxers are now soaked to the bone and he wonders if he should just remove them. His attention though is more occupied on the throbbing hard-on that he has woken up with - a hard-on that had been so extreme that it jutted him out of his pleasant sleep (and even more pleasant dream) and forced him to take matters into his own hands. Literally.
Yamapi shoves his hand into his pants and starts stroking himself. His head still against the wall, he closes his eyes once again and thinks of the dream that had led to this in the first place.
All he could see were eyes - eyes that were strikingly familiar and simultaneously haunting. Without having to process them, he instantly knew who they were attached to. The room they were in was engulfed in darkness, and because of this, all Yamapi could make out was his faint outline. He was right on top of him, naked, and has all his attention on Yamapi's cock. His tongue was licking up his length and for Yamapi, his world was quickly spiralling out of control.
Yamapi bites his lip hard to the point that it draws blood, his eyes are clenched tight and he strokes slowly again and again, trying hard to keep in time with the dream. But each stroke only makes the task harder for him and he constantly juggles between going slow and having one quick pump. His soaked hair sticks everywhere on his face to the point that if he was even able to use his eyes, it wouldn't have been possible to see. His pajama pants are starting to strain from the added weight and are slowly sinking down the length of both legs, his boxers joining them.
Yamapi's hands tangled into the other male's hair and his hips jumped up every time he felt tongue reach tip. Then, he felt mouth over cock and Yamapi threw his head back, moaning, enjoying. His hair was splayed over the pillow in a mess and if he hadn't had his hands in hair, they'd be messing up his own hair as he fought to keep himself down, so he could just stay in this moment a little longer - a moment of ecstasy, pleasure and pain all in one.
Inside the shower, he has long given up on stroking slowly. By this point, Yamapi has started jerking himself off as quickly as was possible. Trying hard to get himself off already, he bites again at his bleeding lip, his eyes are clenched harder than ever and he feels like even with them closed, he can see bright lights and stars all over the place. Tears have started flowing down his face and mingles with the cold water, but Yamapi pays it no heed (he didn't even known when he had started crying). He needs this done with.
He could feel himself approaching climax as the male started swirling his tongue around the tip. His grip on hair tightened and he was almost afraid that he might yank it out when the moment came. His mind blanked a second later, and suddenly he came and his body jerked upwards from the release. His partner lost it himself, a second later and he collapsed slack against Yamapi's body.
Yamapi finally comes all over his hand, the shower washing it away soon after and all traces of the activity suddenly disappear, as though he hadn't gone through all that hard situation. Literally and figuratively. He tries to catch his breath, his head still leaning against his one arm, although by this point, he can feel himself drained of all energy that it makes it hard to even stand.
A moment later, Yamapi leaned against the silk sheets, a smile affixed on his face. The eyes came back slowly as its owner crawled up his body to meet him face-to-face, his hands slithering up Yamapi's body as it trails from thigh all the way to face, tracing his name in English along the way. "Yamapi," the voice whispered, the sound choked slightly as though holding back tears.
"Jin," Yamapi chokes as he remembers - remembers that it wasn't just any dream, but Jin's last night in Japan. He crawls into a ball inside the shower. His pajama pants are now bunched at his feet, his boxers along with them and he ignores the feel of cold water pelleting at his bare back. He knows he had encouraged Jin to go to America and do what he felt was right, but if every night (into morning) feels this lonely and tiresome, Yamapi isn't sure he can deal with it anymore. He might just have to go to America and get him back himself. Taking deep breathes, he decides to stay in the shower a little longer. At least there he can stay hidden a little longer. Be himself a little longer. Cry for just a little longer.
Author: Kamika Farinas aka tinyangl
Rating: NC-17
Words: 987
Pairing: Yamapi Stand-alone. PIN.
Summary: Honestly? I can't believe I wrote this. But when saturnianlove commented and talked about wank!fic. ...I kinda got an idea. So thus. Wank!Fic and Yamapi. With Angst. Go figure. Also, first time writing wank. I likely suck. @.@ JE sure brings out those firsts, doesn't it? (P.S. I come up with lame titles. Sorry. And even lamer summaries.)
Yamashita Tomohisa tumbles into the bathroom, not bothering to turn on the lights; his hands are in front of him as he blindly reaches for the shower. He knocks against the sink, trips over the garbage can and almost falls face first into the toilet. In the end, he finally manages to reach the shower. He gropes for the handles inside the shower and he groans when he struggles to open his eyes which were still tightly shut from having just woken up. When he hears the water from the shower running, he immediately hops in, relishing in the feel of water against skin, no matter if the water turned out to be freezing.
He leans his arm against the porcelian wall, and then his head against that arm and just stands there. It takes Yamapi several minutes before he realizes that he had gone into the shower, fully clothed. His pajama pants (the only thing he wore to bed) and boxers are now soaked to the bone and he wonders if he should just remove them. His attention though is more occupied on the throbbing hard-on that he has woken up with - a hard-on that had been so extreme that it jutted him out of his pleasant sleep (and even more pleasant dream) and forced him to take matters into his own hands. Literally.
Yamapi shoves his hand into his pants and starts stroking himself. His head still against the wall, he closes his eyes once again and thinks of the dream that had led to this in the first place.
All he could see were eyes - eyes that were strikingly familiar and simultaneously haunting. Without having to process them, he instantly knew who they were attached to. The room they were in was engulfed in darkness, and because of this, all Yamapi could make out was his faint outline. He was right on top of him, naked, and has all his attention on Yamapi's cock. His tongue was licking up his length and for Yamapi, his world was quickly spiralling out of control.
Yamapi bites his lip hard to the point that it draws blood, his eyes are clenched tight and he strokes slowly again and again, trying hard to keep in time with the dream. But each stroke only makes the task harder for him and he constantly juggles between going slow and having one quick pump. His soaked hair sticks everywhere on his face to the point that if he was even able to use his eyes, it wouldn't have been possible to see. His pajama pants are starting to strain from the added weight and are slowly sinking down the length of both legs, his boxers joining them.
Yamapi's hands tangled into the other male's hair and his hips jumped up every time he felt tongue reach tip. Then, he felt mouth over cock and Yamapi threw his head back, moaning, enjoying. His hair was splayed over the pillow in a mess and if he hadn't had his hands in hair, they'd be messing up his own hair as he fought to keep himself down, so he could just stay in this moment a little longer - a moment of ecstasy, pleasure and pain all in one.
Inside the shower, he has long given up on stroking slowly. By this point, Yamapi has started jerking himself off as quickly as was possible. Trying hard to get himself off already, he bites again at his bleeding lip, his eyes are clenched harder than ever and he feels like even with them closed, he can see bright lights and stars all over the place. Tears have started flowing down his face and mingles with the cold water, but Yamapi pays it no heed (he didn't even known when he had started crying). He needs this done with.
He could feel himself approaching climax as the male started swirling his tongue around the tip. His grip on hair tightened and he was almost afraid that he might yank it out when the moment came. His mind blanked a second later, and suddenly he came and his body jerked upwards from the release. His partner lost it himself, a second later and he collapsed slack against Yamapi's body.
Yamapi finally comes all over his hand, the shower washing it away soon after and all traces of the activity suddenly disappear, as though he hadn't gone through all that hard situation. Literally and figuratively. He tries to catch his breath, his head still leaning against his one arm, although by this point, he can feel himself drained of all energy that it makes it hard to even stand.
A moment later, Yamapi leaned against the silk sheets, a smile affixed on his face. The eyes came back slowly as its owner crawled up his body to meet him face-to-face, his hands slithering up Yamapi's body as it trails from thigh all the way to face, tracing his name in English along the way. "Yamapi," the voice whispered, the sound choked slightly as though holding back tears.
"Jin," Yamapi chokes as he remembers - remembers that it wasn't just any dream, but Jin's last night in Japan. He crawls into a ball inside the shower. His pajama pants are now bunched at his feet, his boxers along with them and he ignores the feel of cold water pelleting at his bare back. He knows he had encouraged Jin to go to America and do what he felt was right, but if every night (into morning) feels this lonely and tiresome, Yamapi isn't sure he can deal with it anymore. He might just have to go to America and get him back himself. Taking deep breathes, he decides to stay in the shower a little longer. At least there he can stay hidden a little longer. Be himself a little longer. Cry for just a little longer.