Really Wrong (Jin/Yamada, PG-13)
Jin stops and stares in something akin to horror.
"What?! You. NO!"
Yamada stares back at him, challenging. "Why not?"
"Because you're a kid!" Jin retorts.
"So?"
"So I'm like ten years older than you!" Yamada's still inching closer and Jin panics. Honestly, he has no idea how to deal with this. He's not prepared for Yamada's breathy whispers.
"Do you really care?" Yamada asks, and there's a glint in his eye that Jin can't interpret. "I don't think you do."
"Of course I d--" Jin stops short as Yamada strips off his shirt. "What are you doing?"
"You really don't want this?" Yamada follows his question with a body roll and a smirk that could have come straight from Jin's repertoire. Jin has to choke out his answer.
"I can't."
"Yes, you keep saying that," Yamada notes, idly, sliding into Jin's personal space, "but I haven't heard you say you don't want to."
The boy glances up coyly and slides his fingers beneath Jin's shirt, and really, Jin's not saying much of anything now. He doesn't think he can get his voice to work. Jin gasps as Yamada flicks a finger over his nipple.
"Stop," he manages to gasp. Oh god, this is so wrong. But Yamada refuses, and now he's pushing up Jin's shirt so he can follow his finger with his tongue. Jin arches against him with a whine. "Fuck."
Yamada looks up with dark, dark eyes. "I can do that."
His grin is sharp and Jin knows he's lost. Yamada looks like he knows it, too.
"Turn around."