Your Attraction - Chapter 8/11
Title: Your Attraction
Status: 8/11
Fandom: Hey! Say! JUMP
Pairing: Yamada/Keito
Overall rating: NC-17
Warnings: Half-AU where Keito's a university student. Pining. Lots of sex. Mess. A bit of angst, but in general a feelgood fic
Wordcount: 5288
Summary: Keito can't help if he stares at the man who just made him spill his drink for five seconds too long, looking at those dark lashes and wondering if there are people this pretty in real life
“This was a terrible idea.” Akito complains as he grabs a fistful of popcorn and stuffs them in his mouth the second he receives them. “I'm too hungover for this.”
“That's your own fault for letting that cute girl fool you into drinking half a bottle of Jack Daniels.” Ami says wisely, but she looks a little tired as well.
“I just hope this isn't a splatter film because I might actually throw up.” Haruka says, opening her cream soda bottle with a cheerful little pop.
“It's not. I think.” Keito reassures, because he didn't get the feeling it was that bad. He's not very hungover himself since he was too busy spending the post-exam party texting Yamada and thinking about today to drink too much. He even slept properly so he's so ready to just see this movie.
Around them as they head to their seats are mostly teenage girls, and Keito's eyes linger on a colourful bag that says Hey! Say! Jump.
“Are you nervous?” Ami asks casually as she settles into her seat next to Keito while the commercials run on the screen, eyeing him curiously and eating popcorn like he's the main attraction here.
“A bit.” Keito admits, because he knows his face can't hold secrets for shit.
He's not even sure what he's nervous about, but he has some weird sense of prestige in his friends coming along to see this, like they're going to judge his boyfriend simply from this movie without meeting him. And that makes it scary since he has no idea what to expect besides what he's gathered from trailers.
“You'll be fine. Just don't do anything embarrassing in your pants, okay?” She raises her eyebrows and Keito unceremoniously hits her while trying to defend himself because he would never, but she just laughs.
In all honesty though, he hopes Yamada isn't insanely hot because he might actually get a boner. Meeting him earlier in the week was amazing but he's starting to think that it doesn't matter how long they see each other, he's going to miss Yamada the moment they part anyway.
At least Yamada told him to call once he's seen the movie and let him know what he thought, so Keito's kind of looking forward to that as much as the movie itself.
The lights dim and Keito feels his heart in his throat as the movie starts, despite trying to calm the fuck down and just enjoy it.
He's hooked from the second it starts, but he quickly gets lost in the parallel storylines, missing proper character introductions because he doesn't even pick up any names at the beginning. But he recognizes Ikuta Toma and he knows he plays the main character, so he figures it'll come to him.
The first shot of Yamada is of his ear, and Keito's stomach does some kind of flip because he recognizes him just from that. Then the camera zooms out and he's tanned and bleached and gorgeous, and clearly insane as he strikes down a fly trap with an iron pipe just for making noise. He's wearing those same clothes that Keito saw in the magazine that made him realize who Yamada was, the yellow shirt and patterned pants, the cross earring. But he also shakes out a well folded raincoat and slips his arms into it before heading into some shady looking industrial building, and Keito can't even blink.
Yamada's character walks inside what is clearly some gangster hold up, and Keito watches in awe as he doesn't see anything of his own Yamada in the character. He's distanced, emotionless and fierce, clearly deaf to any threats as a ringing noise covers the other men's lines.
And then suddenly he looks up and draws a knife, flicking it open in the exact same way that Keito saw him do in his bedroom while wearing a cute hairclip, and it makes him lose his breath.
The next few moments are intense, Yamada slicing throat after throat, blood staining his yellow shirt and there really was no point in the raincoat, and it's both appealing and disturbing at the same time. Finally, he corners a runaway in a dirty staircase, and he speaks for the first time, his voice low and dangerous and Keito shifts involuntarily as Yamada sets his knife to the man's throat. The next shot feels like it goes in slow motion, as blood spatters up all over Yamada's face, and Keito's not sure if he feels disgusted or turned on or ashamed as he quickly draws a parallel to something else that could spatter on his face like that.
And then suddenly, Yamada stands on screen in a black tank top washing blood from the yellow shirt and Keito doesn't know if anything important happens right then because all he sees is Yamada's broad shoulders and muscular arms.
He finds Yamada sleeveless to be a returning problem throughout the story, when the drug boss' son gets hits by a car, Yamada stands there to see it happen, and Keito almost misses the plotline about a pusher that Toma's character has to follow because he's so busy looking at Yamada.
He thinks that maybe it's not just him being distracted that makes him a little confused, because another storyline joins the first three or so with a man making people commit suicide, and Keito doesn't entirely understand what his part is.
Whenever Yamada comes on screen Keito's heart jumps, and he can't believe how attractive Yamada is watching a freaking bag of shijimi, but he's suddenly clean and looks more like the Yamada Keito knows, so he blames that. The character however is not, his words mean and voice deep and Keito is so impressed with Yamada's acting.
There's a scene where he steps outside onto a terrace, the ringing in his ears returning and he sits down at a table to practice with his knife, something about him so inhuman but Keito can't figure out what it is that does it. Keito's half terrified he's actually going to stab his own hand and half distracted by his arm muscles and the fake hand tattoo.
But there are also sweet moments, like how he smiles when his companion calls him, or when he finds a kitten instead of a target to kill.
Keito's mostly back on track with the plot, Yamada's partner about to get killed and it's honestly a thrilling scene, until Yamada's suddenly back on screen talking about the ringing in his ears while showing off that hand tattoo and sweating on his silver necklace. And all Keito wants to do is lick his neck and push him back against that ratty fence.
The wrap up of the movie is a little messy as all the plotlines connect, probably because Keito hasn't been paying attention properly, but he does find Toma's storyline heartbreaking with lunch boxes as time capsules and him protecting his fiancee until the very end. He also likes that Toma's character passes out before the big fight happens, because he clearly couldn't have held his own for more than a second anyway.
He's a little surprised at the plot twist of the dumb girl being some kind of assassin too, but he figures he should have probably seen that coming.
And then he's back. Yamada's leaning against the metal of the elevator, sweaty and angry and flawless, and Keito holds his breath through almost the entire fight scene. Until Yamada cuts off his own ear, because that is disgusting and disturbing but also in some universe really cool. Keito can't stop staring at him half strangled, ruffled and covered in so much blood there's even some on his perfect white teeth, and he finds himself unable to even connect his Yamada to the one he sees on screen.
He actually thinks it's a good ending, even if he's not entirely sure if they're ghosts or memories or simply nothing, but he appreciates the explaining moments in the ferris wheel with Toma dressed as a clown.
As the credits start rolling, he draws a deep breath of relief.
“Wasn't that really weird?” Haruka frowns as they blink against the bright lights outside the salon.
“It was weird.” Ami agrees, and Keito tries not to say anything to unleash his own mess of emotions over what he just saw. “I mean I thought it was kinda cool and creepy at first, but then it was just. Weird.”
“I think Keito's boyfriend did a good job though.” Akito pipes in, and Keito sends a panicked stare around him but nobody seems to have overheard them, too busy with their own conversations. “I don't know what he's like but I hope he's not a crazy hitman so I'd say he did a good job acting?”
“Yeah, that last part. So disturbing.” Haruka says, looking a little nauseous and Keito figures that's what it would feel like if you were hungover and not massively biased. “He was so hot before but then. No.”
“Wasn't that character really tragic?” Ami agrees, and Keito nods as they discuss that for a minute or so.
“But Keito what did you think?” Haruka asks, looking up at him like she just realized. “You didn't say anything?”
“I... I'm impressed. He did good.” Keito says, and Ami looks way too knowing for his taste.
“Sure he did.” She agrees, but nobody pushes Keito to say anything else, and even though he suspects it's for their own sake, he's still grateful.
Keito loves his friends, but he can't remember the last time he wanted them to leave this much.
They split up outside of the cinema, Akito heading for the train while Ami and Haruka are going for coffee, which Keito declines. He's got a phone call waiting for him.
He doesn't realize how high he is on adrenaline until he's hearing signals pass and remebers he has no idea if Yamada's working right now.
“Hello?” A soft, familiar voice picks up, and Keito draws a breath of relief that he doesn't sound stressed.
“Hi. I just saw your movie.” Keito starts, and Yamada makes a small, interested noise.
“Really?” He asks, sounding surprised even though Keito did say he was going to see it as soon as possible. “What did you think?”
“That was so awesome?” Keito bursts out, walking aimlessly along the street because he should be going to the train station but he didn't want to catch up with Akito right now. “You are the most amazing, talented, cool actor ever and I am so blown away by how you can do that, I felt like I had an otherworldly experience because I was watching you but it was someone else, it was so. Weird, but so cool?”
“Wow, okay, breathe.” Yamada says, but Keito thinks he hears the flattered smile even over the phone line.
“You were so hot and I had so many cravings I am not proud of.” Keito admits shamelessly, thinking he can regret it later. “I couldn't even follow the plotline entirely because I got distracted, but I think the whole setting was really cool and I liked the twist at the end a lot.”
“Thank you.” Yamada says softly, and that somehow makes Keito feel so unpolished himself, gushing nonsensical reviews into his phone so quickly he can't even breathe properly, while Yamada just accepts his praise with such a gentle voice. And Keito once again finds himself so unworthy of even talking to this man. “What did you think of Toma?”
“Well.” Keito weighs his words carefully, thinking about how Yamada had advertised the movie to him at first. “He certainly wasn't pretty? But he did a really good job I think.”
“It takes a real actor to dare to be ugly.” Yamada says seriously, and Keito nods despite knowing Yamada can't see him.
“You were a little scary covered in that much blood yourself.” He says, trying to keep his feedback a little more professional, the idea of what Ami's little sister might have said about the movie keeping him in check because he does not want to sound like that.
“Oh that fake blood was absolutely disgusting, it almost discoloured my hair too.” Yamada complains, and Keito can't help smiling because this is just so surreal.
“I can imagine.” Keito says, even though he really can't. Not at all.
There's a moment of silence, and Keito opens his mouth to say something else, figuring he was meant to go on, but then Yamada speaks up.
“So... What were those cravings you weren't proud of?” His voice is light, overly innocent and Keito flushes beetroot right there on the pavement, feeling like anyone passing him knows exactly what he's thinking about as blood spattering over Yamada's face flashes before his eyes.
“... I'm in public, I can't say that.” Keito finally admits, embarrassment heating his cheeks to burning temperatures, and Yamada's little giggle goes right into his pants. Damn he's too worked up for this conversation.
“Wanna come over and say it in person?” Yamada asks, tone teasing, inviting, and Keito turns right around to head for the train station before he even finishes the sentence.
“Are you free?” He asks, trying to keep his body from working itself into overdrive as he walks towards the station like he's late for the last train.
“Mmm.” Yamada hums. “I got home like 30 minutes ago?”
“I'll be over.” Keito says, trying not to feel too ashamed of how out of breath he sounds when he says it. “Give me 45 minutes or so?”
“Okay. I'll wait for you.” Yamada says warmly, and Keito's heart is thumping so hard in his chest when he hangs up that he wonders if people on the train can hear it.
He feels more wound up than he has in a long time, adrenaline pumping through his veins, his mouth feeling dry and his face hot. He's glad he's got a train change and a good 20 minutes on the second train before he gets to Yamada's place so his face can hopefully return to a somewhat normal colour.
But Keito's cheeks still feel hot, if not quite as burning when he stands outside Yamada's door, suddenly feeling as nervous as he did last time he was here, wondering if he's really allowed to do this. It's getting late and maybe Yamada needs to get up early tomorrow morning. Maybe Keito's keeping him up.
But then there's a mental image of Yamada with a tattoo on his hand and a drop of sweat running down his tanned neck popping up in his head and Keito rings the doorbell before he can change his mind. Sometimes hormones work in his favour.
The shock of Yamada's dark hair when he opens the door becomes even bigger now that Keito's just seen him silver blonde, and he finds himself just pausing and taking in his appearance for a second. His black sweatpants and white T-shirt, loose, slightly moist brown hair and soft skin, and Keito can't believe he just watched this man slicing throats on a giant screen along with 150 other people.
“Hey.” Yamada says, his smile shy as he steps aside to let Keito in.
“Hey.” Keito replies, feeling a little awkward now that he looks at Yamada's gentle face, his previous thoughts and arousal suddenly seeming a little wrong.
He hangs up his jacket and toes off his shoes, fumbling as much as he ever does because Yamada's watching him the whole time.
“I can't believe you went to see my movie so soon.” Yamada speaks up, and when Keito straightens, he sees the disbelieving smile on his perfect lips.
“I don't think you understand how cool that thing you did with the knife was.” Keito tells him, the blush creeping up his neck again and he tries to will it down but he's sure he doesn't manage.
Yamada smiles shyly, the flattery clearly coming across, and he takes Keito's hand to guide him into the room.
The bed is unmade and there's a paused drama series on the tv, but this doesn't look like anything Keito recognizes and there's subtitles in Japanese at the bottom of the screen despite the actors looking very asian. But he doesn't care too much about that right now.
“I'm glad you liked it.” Yamada says, sitting down on the edge of the bed and crawling back enough for Keito to fit as well.
He feels clumsy in his jeans as he sits down on the edge, but that's another thing that doesn't really matter right now. He's much more concerned with how good Yamada smells and how they're on his bed.
“You were so cool. And hot. But really cool.” Keito says awkwardly, the blush finally blooming out on his cheeks. “I really didn't focus as much as I should have because you were so hot.”
Yamada giggles, and slowly scoots closer to Keito, closing the distance between them and Keito's pulse immediately speeds up.
“You look really bothered.” Yamada mumbles, the teasing smile playing at the corners of his lips as he scans Keito's face for any sign of discomfort so close that Keito almost forgets to breathe.
“... You're really hot.” Keito repeats weakly, intending for it to be a complaint, but it comes out more like a whine.
Either way, it makes Yamada breathe a laugh and then kiss him.
Keito sighs into the kiss, giving up on trying to control his body as he wraps one arm around Yamada's waist and pulls him tight against him, his free hand rising to cup Yamada's cheek and make him tilt his head the tiniest bit.
Yamada makes a small noise of surprise into the kiss as Keito takes command over it, too worked up to be bashful this time, but he doesn't sound opposed.
The angle is a little awkward, and Keito shifts, pulling his legs up onto the bed and pushes Yamada back to lie down. That breaks the kiss and Yamada's little yelp as he falls backwards is cute, especially as he blinks up at Keito with big eyes full of pleasant surprise. But then he takes in Keito's face as he crawls up to hover over him, and Keito knows what he must look like because his erection is growing rapidly in his pants and he wants to eat Yamada whole.
“Oh.” Yamada gets out, his eyes turning dark and hooded as his gaze flicks from one of Keito's eyes to the other, too close to focus on both.
Keito leans down to kiss him again, more properly, and Yamada exhales shakily against his lips, arms wrapping around Keito's neck to hold him close.
Yamada's lips part against his, and Keito flicks his tongue against his bottom lip, quickly deepening the kiss. Fingers slip into Keito's hair, and he kisses Yamada harder, his usual patience lacking this time because he's that worked up.
Yamada's hips push up against his as he arches, and Keito groans, subsequently breaking the kiss as there's pressure against his own crotch for a moment. His face drops to Yamada's neck as Yamada's hips pointedly roll up again, pressing his moan into Yamada's hot skin.
“Keito?” Yamada asks, and Keito shivers at his first name in that breathy tone, only humming his acknowledgement as he drags his lips along that tanned neck he just saw on screen. “Those cravings...?”
Keito pauses, his lips stilling against a patch of skin on Yamada's neck.
“What about them?” He asks, feeling very embarrassed to speak his thoughts out loud despite the erection throbbing in his pants.
“Will you tell me about them?” Yamada asks, voice anticipating and Keito tilts his head enough to be able to reach Yamada's ear, nose brushing against the earring before moving on to the shell of his ear.
“It's embarrassing.” He admits quietly, cheeks throbbing in time with his erection.
“I daydream about you fucking me on the movie set?” Yamada offers, a breath of confidence into Keito's hair.
The confession makes Keito's hips push down against Yamada's on their own accord, causing a small noise from Yamada and it urges Keito on.
“There was this scene...” He starts, pressing his words into the shell of Yamada's ear, lips dragging against the baby soft skin. “Where you sliced someone's throat, and the blood sprays up on your face...”
Yamada inhales sharply in recognition, and Keito feels so powerful suddenly, his voice dropping a little lower as he speaks dirtier words than he's ever said before.
“And I wanted to come on your face.”
Yamada actually moans at that, and Keito stiffens in his surprise, pulling back to look at his face, his rosy cheeks and dark eyes and chocolate hair spread over the comforter and he's so beautiful Keito's brain seems to lag a bit.
Thankfully Yamada decides what to do, pushing at him to get him to roll over, and after some quick maneouvering, Keito's on his back with Yamada on top of him.
It makes something tingle inside him, the way Yamada looks determined, hair falling messily into his dark eyes. And he realizes that even though he wants those lips so much he could burst, he's also tempted to just spread his legs and let Yamada have his way with him. Push and pull at him with those strong arms.
Keito's shirt rode up the tiniest bit as he was moved around, and he jumps at the touch of fingertips against the thin strip of skin that's revealed.
“Sorry.” Yamada smiles teasingly, glancing up for a moment, like he doesn't regret it at all, and his fingers trail down instead, grasping at Keito's belt.
Keito's breathing is too elevated already, but his eyes are glued to Yamada's small hands undoing his clothing methodically, and he can't help how fucking turned on he is.
“I'm so not going to last.” He admits as Yamada pulls down his zipper and Keito's erection twitches, because he seriously isn't. He has to work on his stamina somehow.
But it just makes Yamada chuckle, a low sound that has the hairs at the back of Keito's neck rising and he clutches fistfuls of the comforter to stay calm. “Don't worry. I like that.”
“Thank god.” Keito meant to say it as a joke, but it comes out as a breathy sigh since Yamada's fingers grasp the waistbands of his clothing and tugs them down, his hips automatically lifting to accommodate.
“Sure, whatever you wanna call me.” Yamada teases, the smile on his lips looking filthy as he drops onto his elbows, getting comfortable as he's close enough to breathe hot air onto Keito's oversensitive erection.
“Ryosuke.” Keito whines, beyond caring what he says by now because Yamada's lips are so close to where he wants them and he still can't really believe that this is happening.
It somehow feels more surreal to have Yamada suck him off than to actually fuck him.
Yamada's smile fades as he leans in to press a wet kiss to the head of Keito's erection, a hand wrapping around the base to keep him secure, and Keito's gone.
He throws an arm over his mouth to keep from letting out the most embarrassing sounds he's ever produced, but then he can't see properly, so he gives up trying to muffle himself. Yamada looks beautiful, lips sliding down Keito's erection and then back up, leaving it glistening in the dim light.
Keito's so sensitive he can barely keep his hips down, the soft sucking sensation, the wet heat and the fucking visuals getting to him more than he wants them to.
“Close.” Keito moans way too soon, but his entire body is buzzing, the heat spreading in his blood from his crotch and he has to physically stop himself from reaching out to grab Yamada's hair and fuck his face because he's almost there.
Yamada pulls off with a dirty, wet noise, his swollen shiny lips curving into a smile as he starts stroking Keito with a purpose. It's so good, Keito's moaning pathetically and he's clutching the comforter so hard his knuckles whiten. Yamada tilts his head the slightest, hovering close as he presses tiny, wet kisses against the head of Keito's erection in between strokes, and Keito comes so hard he feels like his nerves got scorched.
It feels like slow motion again, Yamada's eyes closing as Keito's come pulses onto his beautiful face, mostly onto his cheek but some hits his lips and the bridge of his nose, and it looks so hot Keito's aftershocks makes him shudder.
Yamada raises a hand to his face and whipes off some, the gesture so precisely familiar and Keito realizes he just saw that earlier tonight. In the movie.
Except Yamada smiles, and Keito has to smile back as he crawls up Keito's body to kiss him, and Keito fists his shirt, tugging him closer and kissing him with all the feelings in his body. He doesn't even care that something hot and wet smears on his cheek.
The kiss breaks on a small moan as Yamada shifts, and Keito feels a hardness against his thigh, a heatwave coursing through his sated body as he realizes that Yamada's rubbing off against him.
He quickly reaches down, shoving a hand unceremoniously into Yamada's clothing to wrap around him properly, and a breathy, pitched moan in his ear makes his stroking speed up immediately. He strokes like he's learned feels good, and Yamada whines against his temple, arms holding himself up above Keito shaking as his breath catches in his throat.
Then Keito turns his head to lick at the corner of his mouth, lapping up some of his own cooling come, and Yamada convulses above him.
Keito carefully milks out his orgasm, a song of moans breathed into his hair and he feels so damn proud of himself that he can make Yamada sound like that.
An oversensitive mewl makes Keito carefully let go, pulling out his sticky hand and tries not to get stains anywhere as Yamada falls down on the comforter next to him with a deep sigh.
“Mmm.” He hums, eyes fluttering closed as he cuddles up next to Keito, his clean hand curling against Keito's chest. “You're the best.”
Keito smiles in embarrassment because he doesn't know what else to do, wondering how he's the great one considering what Yamada just did.
“I think you are. You're dirtier than I thought.” Keito admits, raising his own clean hand to Yamada's hair, carefully combing through it and Yamada laughs against his shoulder.
“Oh you ain't seen nothing yet.” He says, and Keito actually shudders, making Yamada breathe another wind chime laugh. “Guess you don't mind?”
Keito clears his throat, trying not to think about what Yamada might have planned for him in the future. He intends to say something, but there's a buzz from the nightstand and he's distracted glancing over at Yamada's phone lighting up. Yamada doesn't acknowledge it at all though so he swallows and goes on.
“Do you really daydream about me?” He asks, the idea having snuck right into the centre of his brain and he needs to know.
“Mm.” Yamada confirms. “Sometimes. When I really miss you I imagine you suddenly showing up to drag me into a broom closet doujinshi style.”
Keito blinks, shifting enough to look at Yamada, and he's sure he's very attractive right now with his double chins and confused expression. “Doujinshi style?”
“You haven't seen any of them yet? Good for you, some are terrible.” Yamada says honestly, and Keito's momentarily distracted by the sticky substance on his cheek.
The phone buzzes again, then again, but Yamada still doesn't care.
“I, uhm. I know they exist. I just didn't think...” He starts, but then the phone starts ringing.
“Oh seriously?” Yamada groans in irritation, but he pushes himself up to sitting while reaching for his phone, glancing at the screen with an eyeroll before picking up.
“Hello?” He sighs, raising a sleeve to his face to wipe away the remaining come like he can't talk on the phone looking like that, and he's so close Keito can hear the other person speak.
“Come get drunk~” The male voice begs, and Yamada makes a face.
“I'm kinda busy.”
“Are you really? Come on, we're in your neighbourhood, you gotta get out sometimes, you hermit!” The voice urges, and someone else yells something incomprehensible into the phone.
“I'm with Keito.” Yamada says, and Keito's so surprised that Yamada's friends would even know who he is that he just blinks when Yamada glances at him apologetically.
“What, really!?” The voice asks, sounding excited. “Bring him, come on, please, bring him, we wanna meet him!”
“I'm not bringing him!” Yamada protests, frowning as he turns to look at Keito pointedly, like he's purposely letting Keito know what the conversation is about. “He doesn't want to go out drinking with my friends.”
“Sure he does, let me talk to him, come on, hand the phone over, I'll convince him!” The voice urges, and Keito can't keep from smiling, making Yamada raise a questioning eyebrow, and Keito just nods.
“I'm not gonna do that.” Yamada objects. “Look, it's getting late too.”
“'It's getting late', what are you, 65? Get your ass here and bring him or we'll come get you.” The voice threatens. “We're at that bar by the yakiniku place, you know, with the good beer. See you here soon!”
And the line disconnects.
Yamada sighs as he lowers the phone, turning to Keito with an apologetic smile. “Guess you heard that?”
“They wanna meet me?” Keito asks, feeling his heart swell in his chest because that must mean that Yamada talks about him.
“You have no idea, they're so jealous of Hikaru they've started to throw things at him when he brings it up.” Yamada says, looking a little embarrassed.
Keito freezes as the realization hits him. “Wait, who was that?”
“Daiki.” Yamada says in a resigned tone, like it can't be helped he still has his number in his phone.
“Oh.” Keito pauses, because even if he was a little inclined to actually go before, now he's terrified.
“We don't have to go, he didn't mean that part about coming to get us.” Yamada says reassuringly, but then glances down at his phone with a frown. “At least I hope he didn't.”
“I... Is it far?” Keito asks, and Yamada shakes his head.
“Takes like ten minutes to walk.”
Keito draws a deep breath. “I could imagine going. If, you know, you want to? Just for a little while though, I'm kinda scared of your friends.”
Yamada smiles softly. “Don't be. They're dorks.”
He pauses for a moment, then looks at Keito searchingly. “Are you staying over?”
“I. Yeah, if I can? Are you free?” Keito asks, his whole body lighting up at the idea because he expected having to catch the last train home.
“I don't have work until lunch tomorrow.” Yamada smiles. “But if you're staying, we can go out for a bit.”
He throws his phone aside and starts getting up from the bed, reaching out for Keito to follow him.
“Come on, let's get cleaned up.”
Keito follows, the stickiness on his hand starting to feel dry and uncomfortable, and he wonders what he just got himself into.
~*~
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