i'll just- i'll just leave this here
So I may have spent the past couple of hours with another wishlist fill, this time elizajet's. 10. Yamapi becomes obsessed with his car and starts dating it like the guy in My Strange Obsession. His friends have to stage an intervention.
Without further ado~
Bucket Seats Have All Got to Go
Yamapi/Akkun
R-- masturbation; Ryo and Jin get an eyeful
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Yamashita Tomohisa felt like an accomplished, well adjusted young man. He just didn’t really have time for all the secrecy and difficulties of dating. Besides, when he’d had his road trip across Route 66, he’d met the most perfect partner.
His truck. Akkun.
It only made sense, since he’d been by himself the entire trip. Spending that much time with someone nonstop would have a profound impact on anyone, and for Yamapi, it was no different.
Maybe it was the way the engine had been a comforting rumble on the lonely road, and the scent of gasoline and motor oil had imbued itself in the upholstery of the cab. He’d spent plenty of time talking to the camera that was ever-present, but when he’d switched it off for the occasional solitude, it was his time to talk to Akkun.
There had been a few frightening days as his journey drew to a close that Yamapi wasn’t sure if Akkun would be able to come home with him, and his stream of commentary had slowed to a trickle. At the latest possible moment, he’d finally gotten word that Akkun would be coming home with him. That night, he’d fallen asleep with a happy grin on his face, the scent of Akkun lingering in his dreams.
In the morning, he’d woken up hard, the last vestiges of a dream fading. He slipped a hand into his loose pyjama bottoms, stroking himself to completion as the scent of gasoline faded from his sleepy memories.
It was the perfect solution; Akkun could never spill the dirt on their relationship, and couldn’t get pregnant, and wouldn’t care if Yamapi just wanted to relax in silence.
It was the most clarifying epiphany, and he was so happy and grateful to Akkun, he’d hugged the front of the body, hood still warm under his outstretched arms. It was beautiful; he’d taken the first step in their relationship, and no one was the wiser. They just thought he was deliriously happy that he’d accomplished what he’d set out to do.
*
Finally home, with Akkun settled in the space of honor in his garage, Yamapi finally had all the time he could possibly want to spend with his partner. He could painstakingly wash Akkun, and polish him to a shine, and when they were done he could rub off against the fender panel, or stretch out completely naked in the soft cab or delicious harshness of the truck’s bed. He kept lube in the glovebox for their dates, and he and Akkun had them quite often.
Or at least, they’d had dates often, until Jin and Ryo had stopped by unannounced one unfortunate day.
“What the actual fuck?!” Ryo sounded affronted, but Yamapi couldn’t be bothered to open his eyes. He and Akkun were so close to finishing.
There was a weird sort of screeching noise, and Yamapi wondered what all the racket could be. At least until he heard a thud, and muffled curses on Ryo’s part. “Ouch, Ryo-chan, what was that for?” Jin sounded deeply wounded, and it was kind of killing his boner.
“Pi! We all need to have a talk, when you get your hand off your dick. We’ll be waiting inside,” Ryo muttered. “The shit I put up with....”
There were scuffling noises, and the door slammed. Yamapi took a deep breath, focusing once more, and spoke gentle nothings as his free hand gripped Akkun’s steering wheel. His eyes flew open and he scrambled for a shop towel as he finished, slumping back and squirming a bit to get unstuck from the seat.
Yamapi lay back, stretching out along the seat as he caught his breath. “Ah, Akkun, seems like we need to tell our friends about our relationship. Wish me luck.”
With some difficulty, Yamapi peeled himself out of the cab, then shimmied into his jeans. His shirt was conveniently draped over the side of the bed, and he slipped it over his head. One last graze of his fingertips along Akkun’s side panel, and Yamapi took a deep breath before glancing over his shoulder one last time, and opened the door leading into his kitchen.
Ryo and Jin were sitting at his table. Ryo was scowling, drumming his fingers on the tabletop and shooting annoyed glances between Jin and Yamapi. Jin had his head cradled on the table and seemed to be sobbing. Yamapi was able to catch bits of phrases like “I thought we were best friends” and “How can a truck be more fun than me?”
Honestly, the sight was a little pathetic.
“Pi, you need to get out more. And maybe stop spending all your free time in your garage. Do you even know how to check the oil?” Ryo continued, words a vitriolic tirade. “We haven’t seen you in months, because you keep vaguely saying you’ve got things you have to do, and the entire time you’ve been beating your meat in your truck?! That is beyond fucked up.”
Jin continued to weakly sob, mumbling about super secret super best friends handshakes. He hiccoughed, then raised his head to look up at Yamapi. “H-how could you do this to me? To us?”
Well, when Jin put it that way, yeah, he could understand their feelings. But still, what he and Akkun had was special. “You guys. Akkun and I understand each other. We learned a lot of things about each other on Route 66. It’s a man thing.”
“Ugh, I can’t believe this shit,” Ryo said, still looking like the entire universe was offensive to his every sensibility. “Jin and I are going to go now, and when you decide to stop being an utter weirdo call us. We’ll see you around.”
Ryo stood, chair scraping behind him. He wrapped fingers as gently as he could manage around Jin’s upper arm and pulled him up. He had a moment of awkward hesitation, then patted Jin on the back. “Come on, Jin. All the beer at my place isn’t enough to wash the ridiculous out of my brain, we’ll need to make a pit stop.”
The both of them looked at Yamapi, varied emotions flicking across their faces, though Ryo seemed to be stuck between furious and disgusted. Yamapi watched Ryo half-drag Jin out of his flat. He stood blinking in his kitchen, then returned to his garage.
Yamapi used one of Akkun’s tires to climb into his bed, then stretched out on the blanket he kept there. He was silent, gathering his thoughts. Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke.
“Akkun. You know I love you very much, and I know you feel the same way about me. But our friends just don’t understand our feelings. I think for a little while, we’ll have to spend a little more time apart.”
Yamapi patted the truck bed beside his head, and rolled over, stretching his arms out as if to hug Akkun. “We’ll be fine. Besides, in the morning Ryo and Jin will probably be too hungover to remember all this. You up for another go?”
It seemed like maybe the truck settled on its suspension just a little in agreement, and Yamapi sighed happily.
Without further ado~
Bucket Seats Have All Got to Go
Yamapi/Akkun
R-- masturbation; Ryo and Jin get an eyeful
I'm pretty sure none of these things have ever happened, or ever will.
Yamashita Tomohisa felt like an accomplished, well adjusted young man. He just didn’t really have time for all the secrecy and difficulties of dating. Besides, when he’d had his road trip across Route 66, he’d met the most perfect partner.
His truck. Akkun.
It only made sense, since he’d been by himself the entire trip. Spending that much time with someone nonstop would have a profound impact on anyone, and for Yamapi, it was no different.
Maybe it was the way the engine had been a comforting rumble on the lonely road, and the scent of gasoline and motor oil had imbued itself in the upholstery of the cab. He’d spent plenty of time talking to the camera that was ever-present, but when he’d switched it off for the occasional solitude, it was his time to talk to Akkun.
There had been a few frightening days as his journey drew to a close that Yamapi wasn’t sure if Akkun would be able to come home with him, and his stream of commentary had slowed to a trickle. At the latest possible moment, he’d finally gotten word that Akkun would be coming home with him. That night, he’d fallen asleep with a happy grin on his face, the scent of Akkun lingering in his dreams.
In the morning, he’d woken up hard, the last vestiges of a dream fading. He slipped a hand into his loose pyjama bottoms, stroking himself to completion as the scent of gasoline faded from his sleepy memories.
It was the perfect solution; Akkun could never spill the dirt on their relationship, and couldn’t get pregnant, and wouldn’t care if Yamapi just wanted to relax in silence.
It was the most clarifying epiphany, and he was so happy and grateful to Akkun, he’d hugged the front of the body, hood still warm under his outstretched arms. It was beautiful; he’d taken the first step in their relationship, and no one was the wiser. They just thought he was deliriously happy that he’d accomplished what he’d set out to do.
*
Finally home, with Akkun settled in the space of honor in his garage, Yamapi finally had all the time he could possibly want to spend with his partner. He could painstakingly wash Akkun, and polish him to a shine, and when they were done he could rub off against the fender panel, or stretch out completely naked in the soft cab or delicious harshness of the truck’s bed. He kept lube in the glovebox for their dates, and he and Akkun had them quite often.
Or at least, they’d had dates often, until Jin and Ryo had stopped by unannounced one unfortunate day.
“What the actual fuck?!” Ryo sounded affronted, but Yamapi couldn’t be bothered to open his eyes. He and Akkun were so close to finishing.
There was a weird sort of screeching noise, and Yamapi wondered what all the racket could be. At least until he heard a thud, and muffled curses on Ryo’s part. “Ouch, Ryo-chan, what was that for?” Jin sounded deeply wounded, and it was kind of killing his boner.
“Pi! We all need to have a talk, when you get your hand off your dick. We’ll be waiting inside,” Ryo muttered. “The shit I put up with....”
There were scuffling noises, and the door slammed. Yamapi took a deep breath, focusing once more, and spoke gentle nothings as his free hand gripped Akkun’s steering wheel. His eyes flew open and he scrambled for a shop towel as he finished, slumping back and squirming a bit to get unstuck from the seat.
Yamapi lay back, stretching out along the seat as he caught his breath. “Ah, Akkun, seems like we need to tell our friends about our relationship. Wish me luck.”
With some difficulty, Yamapi peeled himself out of the cab, then shimmied into his jeans. His shirt was conveniently draped over the side of the bed, and he slipped it over his head. One last graze of his fingertips along Akkun’s side panel, and Yamapi took a deep breath before glancing over his shoulder one last time, and opened the door leading into his kitchen.
Ryo and Jin were sitting at his table. Ryo was scowling, drumming his fingers on the tabletop and shooting annoyed glances between Jin and Yamapi. Jin had his head cradled on the table and seemed to be sobbing. Yamapi was able to catch bits of phrases like “I thought we were best friends” and “How can a truck be more fun than me?”
Honestly, the sight was a little pathetic.
“Pi, you need to get out more. And maybe stop spending all your free time in your garage. Do you even know how to check the oil?” Ryo continued, words a vitriolic tirade. “We haven’t seen you in months, because you keep vaguely saying you’ve got things you have to do, and the entire time you’ve been beating your meat in your truck?! That is beyond fucked up.”
Jin continued to weakly sob, mumbling about super secret super best friends handshakes. He hiccoughed, then raised his head to look up at Yamapi. “H-how could you do this to me? To us?”
Well, when Jin put it that way, yeah, he could understand their feelings. But still, what he and Akkun had was special. “You guys. Akkun and I understand each other. We learned a lot of things about each other on Route 66. It’s a man thing.”
“Ugh, I can’t believe this shit,” Ryo said, still looking like the entire universe was offensive to his every sensibility. “Jin and I are going to go now, and when you decide to stop being an utter weirdo call us. We’ll see you around.”
Ryo stood, chair scraping behind him. He wrapped fingers as gently as he could manage around Jin’s upper arm and pulled him up. He had a moment of awkward hesitation, then patted Jin on the back. “Come on, Jin. All the beer at my place isn’t enough to wash the ridiculous out of my brain, we’ll need to make a pit stop.”
The both of them looked at Yamapi, varied emotions flicking across their faces, though Ryo seemed to be stuck between furious and disgusted. Yamapi watched Ryo half-drag Jin out of his flat. He stood blinking in his kitchen, then returned to his garage.
Yamapi used one of Akkun’s tires to climb into his bed, then stretched out on the blanket he kept there. He was silent, gathering his thoughts. Finally, he took a deep breath and spoke.
“Akkun. You know I love you very much, and I know you feel the same way about me. But our friends just don’t understand our feelings. I think for a little while, we’ll have to spend a little more time apart.”
Yamapi patted the truck bed beside his head, and rolled over, stretching his arms out as if to hug Akkun. “We’ll be fine. Besides, in the morning Ryo and Jin will probably be too hungover to remember all this. You up for another go?”
It seemed like maybe the truck settled on its suspension just a little in agreement, and Yamapi sighed happily.