JE-united surprise fic for arisakjk19
Gift fic for arisakjk19
Title: Can U Be My Baby
Pairing: Iwahashi Genki/Jinguji Yuta
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: A whole lot of teenage drama, fluff, sex and rimming
Summary: Jinguji is the best boyfriend. He knows it. Sometimes it just takes a bit longer to figure out what’s up with Genki.
Notes: For arisakjk19 ! I hope you enjoy this!
“I hate you, Jin-chan! I never want to see you again!” Genki screamed, stomping his foot. Then he whirled around and ran out of the dressing room, slamming the door behind him theatrically.
“I didn’t even DO anything!” Jinguji yelled at the closed door.
“Did you guys break up again?” Kishi asked, barely looking up from the little note he was writing to Aran.
“Ugh, I don’t know.” Jinguji ran a hand through his hair, trying to order his thoughts. He had quite a bit of experience with Genki’s tantrums, but he was completely stumped on this one. It didn’t help that Genki was really, really cute when he was furious, his cheeks flushed pink and his eyes flashing fury.
“What did you do this time?”
“I don’t know! I didn’t do anything,” Jinguji huffed. Genki’s jealousy was kind of cute, and most of his other hangups were adorable too, but it could get frustrating trying to navigate his way through the landmines of Genki’s moods.
“Did you get five seconds more screentime than Genki?” Kishi asked reasonably while he attached the note to the candy he’d bought for Aran.
“Well, yeah,” Jinguji admitted. “But we fought about that two days ago already.” The make-up sex had been quite memorable too, but he wasn’t about to tell Kishi that.
“Did you say Reia’s new haircut was cute or something?”
“Well, yeah,” Jinguji admitted again. “But I already apologized for that! No one’s as cute as Genki and I haven’t even sniffed Reia’s neck in like a year.”
By this point, Kishi was starting to look concerned too. “That’s no good… did you actually do something bad this time? Like forget an important anniversary?”
“Uh…” Jinguji looked panicked for a moment before shaking his head. “I don’t think so? The anniversary of our first ice cream date isn’t until next week, the anniversary of the first time I borrowed his hair dryer was two weeks ago, the anniversary of-” Jinguji stopped. Kishi didn’t really need to know about the anniversary of the first blowjob he’d given Genki. “Anyway, I don’t think so,” he finished.
“Dude, you’re in trouble.”
“I better go apologize,” Jinguji said, reaching for the door. He still didn’t know what he would be apologizing for, but at least he wouldn’t have much trouble finding Genki - 90% of the time, Genki still hid in the bathrooms. Plus, Genki with tears in his eyes and that cute pouty look on his face was irresistible.
Sure enough, Genki was sitting on the bathroom floor, with his back against the wall and his arms around his knees, snuffling quietly. Jinguji knelt down beside Genki and pulled him into his arms. “Hey, gorgeous. I’m sorry, okay? I’m too sexy to be in the doghouse, forgive me?”
Genki sniffed, but hugged Jinguji back. “You’re stupid.”
“Yeah, I’m stupid, but I’ve got the cutest boyfriend. I figure that evens things out,” Jinguji replied. Apologies usually went better when he knew what he was even apologizing for, but he’d given an average of nineteen apologies a week since he’d started dating Genki, so he’d gotten rather good at bluffing his way past unspecified offences.
“Really stupid.”
Genki’s eyes were still shiny from unshed tears and his pouty lips looked incredibly kissable, especially up close. Closing the short distance, he brushed his lips against Genki’s, keeping the kiss slow and sweet. Jinguji knew he hadn’t been quite forgiven yet, so he had to be careful - if he came on too hard, Genki would assume he was trying for sex and probably yell at him again.
He cupped Genki’s face with his hands, brushing his thumbs over Genki’s cheekbones while he deepened the kiss. Genki’s tongue moved against his, slick and eager and distracting. Genki’s hands were fisted in the front of his shirt, holding on tight.
“Oh! Sorry! Didn’t mean to interrupt…” The door closed again.
They sprang apart, and Jinguji felt his face heating up, sure that his blush would match Genki’s.
“That was Kaito…” Genki said with a nervous giggle. “Do you think he saw?”
“Sure he did,” Jinguji blustered. “Bet he learned a thing or two too.” He winked. “What’cha think, who is he going to try my inimitable technique on?”
“Jin-chan, you idiot!” Genki giggled, embarrassment mostly forgotten, before jumping up suddenly “Oh! How late is it? We’ll be late for practice! Noo, we’ll get yelled at! Ahh, how’s my teint? Can you tell I’ve been crying?”
Jinguji leaned against the wall, arms crossed in front of his chest, and watched in amusement as his boyfriend pulled powder and lipgloss from his back pocket and went about fixing his makeup. There was no filming during practice today, so makeup wasn’t really necessary, but if Genki wanted to be the prettiest boy around, Jinguji certainly had no objections. He was the one who got to kiss those pink, glossy lips, after all, and everybody else could just shut up.
When they arrived at the practice room, the choreographer wasn’t there yet. The only ones there were Kishi and Aran, standing near the door and talking quietly, their heads close together. Kishi pulled a box of candy out of his pocket, which he handed to Aran together with a note, neither of them paying any attention to Genki’s audible huff.
The happy noise Aran made as he opened the box and discovered the sweets to be elephant gummis was disgustingly cute and when Aran fed one of the gummis to Kishi, Jinguji gagged at the overwhelming fluffiness of the scene.
“That’s so gross!” Jinguji exclaimed, gagging theatrically.
Kishi and Aran ignored him, but Genki shoved his shoulder rather roughly. “Your face is gross,” Genki declared before stomping into the practice room.
“Your mom is gross!” Jinguji yelled after him, but luckily Genki had already slammed the door behind himself. Baffled, Jinguji turned to Kishi, who had just said goodbye to Aran. “What’s his problem?”
“Didn’t you go to apologize?” Kishi asked, opening the door to the practice room.
“I did! We made up and now he’s angry again,” Jinguji explained, following after Kishi.
Genki acted mostly normal during practice, too focused on learning the new choreography to pout at Jinguji much, but as soon as the choreographer called a break, Genki went to his water bottle without a glance at Jinguji.
Jinguji sighed. Whatever Genki’s problem was, it looked like it wouldn’t go away on its own, so he’d have to ask him about it. A twenty minute break wasn’t much time to find out what was going on and apologize properly, but waiting rarely made the situation better - letting Genki stew in his own pouty mood was a sure recipe for disaster.
“Come with me.” Jinguji wrapped his fingers around Genki’s wrist and tugged lightly, enough to get Genki’s attention and make his intention clear but not enough to make him feel like he had to go.
Genki followed him meekly enough for once, so Jinguji concentrated on finding a private place to talk. That proved harder than expected - there was an unexpected threesome of senpai making out in the bathroom, snowmen napping in three breakrooms and practice going on in every single unlocked practice room he tried, though at least one of those practices seemed unlikely to be for tv.
Genki snickered. “Remember that time we ended up in the third flood ladies’ washroom because it was the only empty room we could find?”
“Best makeout session ever,” Jinguji replied with feeling. He remembered that one quite well. It had been early on in their courtship, after their first kiss and after he’d realized he kind of maybe liked Genki that way, but before he’d confessed his feelings.
That gave him an idea. Changing direction, Jinguji made for the supply closet off the rarely used corridor, clearly the best choice for being undisturbed for a few minutes. Looking around quickly to make sure they were unobserved, he opened the door, then followed Genki inside. The space was a bit cramped, the small room full of shelves filled with assorted weirdness, and the only source of light was a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, but for his purposes it was more than good enough.
Even in the vague light, Genki’s pouty lips looked very kissable, but Jinguji held back. He needed to find out what Genki had been upset about all day first and he knew exactly how to go about it. Putting on his very best seduction face, 100% guaranteed to work on anyone, or at least on Genki, Jinguji slapped his palm against the wall next to Genki’s head. “Hey there,” he drawled.
“Jin-chan!” Genki giggled, bad mood pretty much forgotten.
Jinguji grinned, looking proud of himself. His kabedon skills were definitely the best. He put two fingers under Genki’s chin and lifted Genki’s face up that way. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”
Genki huffed, bottom lip quivering. “I just… Kishi’s got a boyfriend now, and… I see them and… aren’t you upset at all?”
“Why’d I be upset?” Jinguji asked. “My boyfriend is cuter than Kishi’s boyfriend. My boyfriend is cuter than Aran’s boyfriend too, for that matter. In fact,” he leaned in closer until their foreheads were touching, “my boyfriend is cuter than all the other boyfriends in the world put together.”
“Idiot!” Genki slapped at Jinguji’s shoulder, but the giggles broke through anyway. “You!”
“Oh yeah.” Jinguji waggled his eyebrows. “I’ve got the cutest boyfriend, but you have got the sexiest boyfriend.”
“That’s not-” Genki began, but Jinguji kissed him, stealing the words.
Jinguji tilted his head for a better angle. It had been ages since their noses had last bumped together during a too enthusiastic kiss and he wasn’t about to backslide into awkward kiss territory. When he licked at Genki’s bottom lip, Genki opened his mouth and Jinguji used the opportunity to deepen the kiss. It wasn’t easy not to get distracted by the slide of their tongues against each other, by the plushness of Genki’s lips, by the cute little noises Genki was starting to make and by the fluttery touch of Genki’s hands all over his chest and shoulders, but Jinguji had a plan and he was going to stick to it.
Slowly, he kissed his way down Genki’s jaw and neck, drawing even more cute noises from Genki. Jinguji made sure to nip at the spot right above Genki’s left collarbone that always made him moan - he’d found that spot only a few weeks ago and was quite proud of himself for knowing quite a few of Genki’s sensitive spots by now. Then he sank down to his knees without warning and reached for Genki’s fly. Genki looked down at him with wide eyes, mouth a perfect o of surprise.
“It’s okay, right?” Jinguji asked, even though he’d already popped the button of Genki’s pants open. A supply closet wasn’t the most private of places and break didn’t last thaaat long, but he didn’t think Genki would refuse him.
Genki nodded, cheeks turning pink. “If you want to…”
Jinguji grinned as he opened Genki’s fly. “Of course I want to,” he blustered, even though his cheeks were heating up. “Sucking dick is what I’m best at!” Genki’s brows began to draw in, so Jinguji hurried to add, “Only yours!” Setting off one of Genki’s jealous fits would be counterproductive, after all.
Genki dug his fingers into Jinguji’s hair, not pulling exactly, just massaging his scalp lightly. “You’re stupid,” Genki said while Jinguji pulled his dick out. “You know… I mean, I know… I know you still like girls. And stuff.”
Startled, Jinguji looked up from licking at Genki’s dick. Genki didn’t look upset, so it wasn’t bad bad, but this really wasn’t the place to have that conversation again. “I like you though,” Jinguji replied with a shrug, trying really hard to make his eyes tell Genki that he meant it. “I don’t need girls, you’re ten times better anyway, and I don’t care what anyone says.” Winking at Genki, Jinguji continued, “Anyway, I-”
“I met some of the guys from school recently,” Genki said, interrupting. Jinguji looked up, worried. Genki’s school time hadn’t exactly been fun, and from what little Genki had told him, Jinguji still felt the urge to punch some of those guys, even though he’d never met them. “And they said stuff, you know, the same stuff as back then, but I just said I had a steady boyfriend and I bet none of them even had a girlfriend and that you…” Genki paused and then hurried on, “Anyway, I told them and just walked off. And it felt good, you know? I didn’t even cry. So please don’t ever change.”
Jinguji wasn’t quite sure what to say, so he did the first thing that came to mind, which was to wrap his arms around Genki’s hips and hug him. Since he was still on his knees, that meant he was pressing his face against Genki’s hip and had Genki’s dick right in front of his nose, but the gesture was clear enough.
“Proud of you,” Jinguji muttered against Genki’s hips. Feelings were a LOT more embarrassing than sucking dick, so he went back to what he’d been doing and nuzzled Genki’s dick. Genki had gone mostly soft, but Jinguji didn’t let that stop him - he liked the challenge, plus it meant he could fit all of Genki’s dick into his mouth until it hardened and grew, which was always fun. Feeling Genki swell against his tongue was one of his favourite parts of giving a blowjob, though he probably wouldn’t have admitted that to anyone.
He worked Genki’s dick over with his tongue, as always not quite sure what to do with his hands - Genki still has his pants on, so he couldn’t get at his balls or ass, but just putting his hands on Genki’s hips felt weird too, as if he was admitting that he had no idea. Sucking his cheeks in, Jinguji bobbed his head slowly, not in a rush even though he probably should have tried to be faster about this, since practice was about to resume soon. He’d gotten yelled at by staff often enough that he didn’t care about one time more or less, and he liked to take his time to pleasure Genki properly anyway.
“Mmh, Jin-chan,” Genki moaned quietly, fingers twitching against Jinguji’s scalp.
Genki was growing hard pretty quickly and Jinguji felt quite smug. His first few attempts at a blowjob had been quite awkward, though Genki hadn’t been any better, but they’d figured it out together and nowadays things went pretty smoothly most of the time, that one failed attempt on the roof notwithstanding. Anyone would be nervous out in the open air, and anyway, he’d made that up to Genki at home later.
Jinguji drew back until only the head of Genki’s dick remained in his mouth. This way he could use his tongue much better, plus he finally had some use for his hands. He wrapped his fingers around the base of Genki’s dick and stroked slowly while he sucked on the tip. Looking up, Jinguji found Genki watching him. Genki always watched him, eyes wide and cheeks pink, and it was honestly quite flattering that Genki liked watching him so much. Jinguji himself could never keep his eyes open when Genki blew him - it just felt too good and his eyes drifted shut all on their own.
Sucking in his cheeks, Jinguji sped up a bit, encouraged by Genki’s sweet moans. Taking in more of Genki’s length again, Jinguji bobbed his head up and down while making sure not to take it in too deep - gagging was decidedly unsexy, not to mention uncool. When Genki snapped his hips forwards, Jinguji nearly did choke, but he recovered after a moment. He slowed the movement of his mouth, matching the pace of Genki’s hips.
Genki’s fingers tugging lightly at his hair were a bit of a turn on, so Jinguji dropped a hand down to squeeze his dick through his pants. So what if he got turned on from having a dick in his mouth, those cute noises Genki was making would have turned anyone on and it wasn’t like anyone would ever know.
Jinguji prefered a firmer touch when he masturbated, so when he squeezed himself quite roughly, his touch on Genki’s dick grew heavier too, which he only realized when Genki suddenly yanked on his hair. “Shit, sorry-” Jinguji drew back to apologize, but the splash of Genki’s come against his cheek stopped him short. More of Genki’s come splashed against his open mouth, drops landing on his lips, his nose and his cheeks.
Frozen, they stared at each other with wide eyes, Genki’s heavy breathing the only sound. After almost a minute of frozen silence, Genki slowly, slowly unclenched his fingers from Jinguji’s hair and moved them down to Jinguji’s face. Jinguji’s brain started to work again at the touch of Genki’s shaking fingers against his cheek.
“I… you…” Genki stuttered, at a loss for words.
“Uh huh,” Jinguji replied intelligently. He’d seen this in porn and he’d maybe once or twice fantasized about doing it to Genki, though he knew Genki would kill him if he ever suggested it, but he somehow hadn’t quite been prepared to get a facefull of come himself.
“That’s so hot,” Genki finally gasped out, eyes ridiculously wide still.
“Knew you’d like it,” Jinguji blustered. Remembering one particular porn movie, he licked up the drops of come closest to his mouth, trying not to gag at the taste. He really didn’t like the taste of semen, but the adoring look in Genki’s eyes was more than worth it.
A knock on the door made them both jump. “I have no idea who is in there,” Kishi’s voice came through the door of the supply closet, “and I totally couldn’t tell what you are doing from the sound either, but the choreographer said anyone who isn’t back in like two minutes has to do 100 pushups.” One more knock, then Kishi’s footsteps faded away.
Zipping up his pants, Genki hissed, “Your face! What’re we going to do about that?”
Jinguji rubbed at his cheek with the sleeve of his shirt. He didn’t care about weird stains and it certainly wasn’t the first time he had Genki’s come drying all over his sleeve. He was still hard, but there wasn’t anything he could do about that now - there was no way he’d let Genki suffer through 100 pushups, so they had to hurry. Brushing his fingers through his hair to make himself look hopefully normal, he grinned at Genki. “Let’s go.”
They made it back to practice just in time, but by the time it was time to go home, they’d fought and made up another four times, and Jinguji was starting to get worried. Six fights in a day wasn’t entirely unheard of, but it had been a long time since they’d last fought that much. Their relationship was always stormy and Jinguji definitely liked it that way, but he usually knew what was bugging Genki. Back before he’d confessed his feelings, they’d sometimes fought as many as ten times in a day, and two years ago there’d been a time when he’d been maybe a bit too handsy with Reia, which had led to quite a few fights as well.
Jinguji wrapped his arm around Genki’s shoulders and leaned in close. “Hey.”
Genki looked at him through his lashes, pouting a little. “Hey.”
“You’re coming home with me,” Jinguji told Genki. “You need to tell me what’s wrong properly, without interruptions.”
“There’s nothing wrong,” Genki replied, huffing a little “it’s just…”
“Uh huh.” Jinguji leaned in and brushed his lips over Genki’s cheek quickly. “You keep saying.” He nudged Genki with his elbow. “Call your mom and tell her you’re staying over.”
Jinguji had already written his mother to tell her that he was bringing Genki home with him - and that they wouldn’t be home in time for dinner. They weren’t supposed to go on any more dates for a while, they’d been spotted too often, but going out for dinner hardly counted as a date, and anyway, he didn’t care if staff yelled at him because they’d been spotted by fangirls for the umpteenth time that month if the dates made Genki happy.
The train ride was uneventful, apart from three giggling girls at the other end of the carriage, but those might not have been even giggling about them. The middle-aged salaryman at the next table over looked disgusted when they held hands during dinner, but since Genki didn’t notice and it was unlikely to get back to either management or fangirls, Jinguji didn’t care about that either. On the train home, Genki napped with his head on Jinguji’s shoulder, a habit which they’d been yelled at for at least three times at work already, but Jinguji just winked at the granny opposite them and no one else seemed to pay attention.
Once home, it took Jinguji a while to extract Genki from the kitchen where Jinguji’s mother kept fussing over him and trying to feed him pastries, but then they were finally alone, free from disruptions. Sitting down on his bed, Jinguji patted his lap. “Come here, sweetcheeks.”
“Sweetcheeks?” Genki giggled at him, but climbed into his lap anyway.
“Uh huh.” Jinguji poked Genki’s cheek with the tip of his finger. “Now don’t change the topic. What’s up?”
Genki huffed. “I keep telling you.”
“Don’t say it’s nothing, I know something is bothering you.” Jinguji wrapped his arms around Genki’s middle, pulling him closer. “No one’s gonna interrupt us here.”
“You’re the one who keeps interrupting,” Genki pointed out, tapping the tip of Jinguji’s nose with his finger. “You ask what’s wrong but then you kiss me instead of listening, like you don’t even care what I’m saying…”
Jinguji opened his mouth to argue, to say that he did care, that he listened, but Genki placed two fingers over Jinguji’s lips, silencing him. Out of instinct, Jinguji’s tongue darted out and licked Genki’s fingers, making him giggle.
“Stop that, Jin-chan,” Genki giggled, but he did seem a bit less upset. “Earlier…” he began.
Jinguji nodded encouragingly, rubbing Genki’s back with his hands.
Genki looked down, not meeting Jinguji’s eyes. Playing with the collar of Jinguji’s shirt, he continued, “I just get so jealous… when I see the others, doing all these nice things. Kishi keeps putting love notes in Aran’s pockets, and Aran brings Kishi his favourite drink and walks him to practice and they keep mailing each other and I just…” Genki stopped and waited, chewing on his lower lip.
When it seemed as if Genki wasn’t going to say anything more, Jinguji tried to make sense of Genki’s words. “This isn’t really about Kishi, is it?” he asked, pretty sure of the answer. When Genki shook his head, he continued, “And not about Aran either, I bet.”
Genki shook his head again and huffed, clearly frustrated.
Jinguji racked his brains, but couldn’t figure it out. Genki’s mood were often mysterious, but he needed to understand this one. “Because we aren’t the only ones dating?” he guessed, but knew right away that couldn’t be it - some of their senpai had been dating for longer than he’d been in showbusiness.
“Nooo,” Genki insisted. “I just… you never write me notes anymore. Or bring me sweets. Or mail me just because, unless I mail you first. Or-”
“But-” Jinguji only got the one word out, before Genki interrupted him in turn.
“You used to pick me up after vocal practice. And when we had practice in different rooms, you’d come and lurk near the door and act all nonchalant about it too. I can’t even remember the last time you slipped a note in my bag.” The words all came out in a rush, along with a few more tears.
Jinguji opened his mouth to deny it all, but closed it again. He couldn’t really remember the last time he’d written a note for Genki either. It didn’t mean that he cared less, he was sure of that, but maybe Genki did have a point - perhaps he had come to take Genki for granted, just a bit. He grinned at Genki. “I’m like the dashing prince who slew the dragon and rescued the princess,” he said with a wink. “Won the heart of the princess and forgot to… uh…” Jinguji stopped, searching for the right words.
Genki was smiling back at him, even though he was still sniffling a bit. “You’re stupid,” Genki declared, but to Jinguji’s ears it sounded an awful lot like I love you.
“Yup, but you’re stuck with me, princess,” Jinguji declared. He kissed Genki’s cheek. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll try harder. I’ll totally write you love letters and bring you stuff and follow you around again.”
Genki nodded. “Okay.”
Genki’s smile was bright, lighting up his whole face. There was nothing Jinguji could do but kiss him, a short kiss, but sweet. A second kiss followed, and then a third, each just a bit longer than the one before it. There were still tears at the corners of Genki’s eyes, so Jinguji leaned in and licked Genki’s cheek, tasting the saltiness of his tears.
Their next kiss was deeper, more passionate, and Jinguji let his hands wander, up Genki’s back, down to squeeze Genki’s butt, and up again. Genki touched him in turn, hands wandering up under his shirt. Genki’s fingers fluttering over his skin felt good, drawing little moans from Jinguji that were luckily muffled by Genki’s lips.
Not to be outdone, Jinguji tugged on Genki’s shirt, pulling it over Genki’s head. Genki blinked at him, hair ruffled, looking quite cute with his flushed face and rumpled hair, but then quickly divested Jinguji of his shirt in turn. Jinguji let his eyes wander, taking in the sight - sure, he saw Genki undressing at work all the time, but it was quite different in the privacy of home, when he could actually do something about it without people walking in on them. He quite liked what he saw, and he had no compunction about saying it out loud.
“Damn, you’re cute,” Jinguji said, grinning. “How’d I get so lucky?”
His comments made Genki’s cheeks flush pink, an entirely appealing mixture of embarrassment and happiness at the compliments. Genki smiled at Jinguji, biting his lip invitingly, and all Jinguji could do was kiss him, kiss him again and again until they were both dizzy and out of breath. Breaking the kiss, Jinguji kissed along Genki’s jaw to nuzzle his ear. He licked at the shell of Genki’s ear, letting his breath puff over it.
Meanwhile, Genki continued to explore and caress Jinguji’s body, fingers wandering over hipbones and navel, past ticklish ribs, to flutter over collarbones and shoulders, before moving back down. The little touches felt quite nice, warm and gentle and quite distracting, but Jinguji did his best to concentrate on what he was doing, even if the occasional moan slipped out. Genki’s thumb brushed over his left nipple, drawing a startled gasp from Jinguji.
Intrigued by the noise, Genki experimentally drew his thumb over Jinguji’s nipple once more, getting another gasp in return. “Wow,” Genki breathed. “You’re sensitive!”
“It’s just cause it’s you,” Jinguji replied, but his bluster couldn’t hold out against the onslaught of sensation. Every touch to his nipples felt better and better as Genki teased at the little nubs. When Genki pinched his right nipple, Jinguji moaned in surprise - he’d had no idea how good that could feel, how every touch, every pinch could send pleasure rushing through him. His hands stilled on Genki’s hips, too caught up in his own pleasure to continue touching Genki. Biting his lip, Jinguji tried to keep the moans in - getting this turned on from having his nipples played with was totally not cool, and anyway, they weren’t home alone and he didn’t exactly relish the thought of his mother hearing what they were up to here.
Genki leaned down to lick at Jinguji’s right nipple, flicking his tongue over the little hardened bud. Every flick of Genki’s tongue drew another moan from Jinguji, each a tiny bit louder, until Jinguji pushed Genki away from his nipples. Genki pouted at him, but the expression was less effective than usual because Genki looked more than a little smug. Jinguji’s pants had grown very tight at this point, which was distracting in its own right. “Take these off? Put your skin against mine, babe,” Jinguji drawled, tugging on Genki’s pants to make his meaning clear.
Genki’s snicker wasn’t quite the reaction he’d hoped for, but Genki did shimmy out of his pants, so Jinguji counted that as a win. Jinguji’s own pants unceremoniously ended up in a heap on the floor, and a moment later Genki was back in his arms, nothing between them now, just hot, smooth skin against skin. Their lips gravitated towards each other as if drawn by an invisible force, this kiss a lot more desperate than the ones preceding it.
Jinguji wasn’t quite sure how he ended up flat on his back with Genki on top of him, one of Genki’s knees pressed between his thighs. When the kiss broke, Genki smiled down at him, eyes looking incredibly big. “Jin-chan?”
“Yeah,” Jinguji agreed, not entirely certain what he was agreeing to, not that it mattered - he was happy with whatever Genki wanted.
What Genki wanted, it turned out, was to drive Jinguji slowly crazy. Genki kissed his way down Jinguji’s body at a glacial pace, spending several minutes on his nipples. Jinguji panted for breath, writhing a little under Genki’s touch - begging wasn’t exactly cool, and he knew from experience that pulling Genki’s hair or trying to push him downwards would only lead to tears or another fight.
When Genki spent quite some time nibbling on his hipbone, Jinguji’s patience finally snapped. “Suck the lollipop,” he muttered, pushing just a bit down on Genki’s shoulders.
“Lollipop?” Genki giggled, eyeing Jinguji’s dick without making any move to actually suck it.
“Sure. It’s just as sweet as you!” Jinguji tried, and to his surprise, Genki did actually lean in to lick at the tip.
“Fuck yeah,” Jinguji moaned. Genki’s tongue against his dick felt amazing, but more importantly, Genki looked amazingly hot when he finally took Jinguji’s dick into his mouth - those pink, glossy lips stretched around his dick were the hottest thing he’d ever seen. No matter how often Genki blew him, Jinguji could never get enough of it, though he could never watch for long because no matter what he did, his eyes would flutter shut from the pleasure.
Jinguji bit his lip to keep the moans in, but he couldn’t stop most of his small noises, especially when Genki trailed teasing fingers over his balls and then dipped further down. Genki’s finger moved down the cleft of Jinguji’s ass, teasing at his hole, just for a moment, then Genki drew back and sat up.
The tube of lube was quickly located, and it was only a matter of moments before Genki’s fingers were slick with lube. Jinguji had meanwhile put a cushion under his hips and now spread his legs wide, offering himself up to Genki without shame - he knew Genki liked to look at him, all spread out and ready for the taking, so he’d gotten over his embarrassment months ago. The first finger went in pretty easily, and the second followed suit. Genki took his time, stretching Jinguji properly and teasing him with slow curls of his fingers.
A moan slipped out, louder than expected. Jinguji quickly slapped his hand over his mouth - he couldn’t be that loud, not at home when they weren’t alone and the walls weren’t all that thick. Genki twisted his fingers and Jinguji moaned again, the sound muffled by his palm. Genki pouted at him, but Jinguji kept his hand where it was- no matter how much Genki liked the sound of his moans, he wouldn’t, couldn’t be loud when his mother was in the same house and might hear him.
The third finger went in easily. The ease of it made Jinguji blush hotly, but it wasn’t like anyone other than Genki would ever know. When Genki curled his fingers, they brushed right over that spot again, drawing another needy moan from Jinguji. “Okay already,” Jinguji moaned, but despite his impatience he whined at the loss when Genki withdrew his fingers.. “Come and get it~”
“Turn over?” Genki’s hand nudged at his hip.
Jinguji hesitated for a moment. Sure, it felt even better when Genki fucked him from behind, but it had the disadvantage that it was much more difficult to stay silent. It just felt too good - Genki’s dick felt bigger somehow, and it reached much deeper. Not to mention that Genki was much more likely to hit his sweet spot that way.
Genki nudged his hip again and Jinguji rolled over. Logic or not, he could never really refuse Genki anything when he looked so cute, with his flushed face and ruffled hair. “You’re just too damn cute,” Jinguji muttered against the pillow, just barely loud enough for Genki to hear.
He did not at all expect the wet touch of Genki’s tongue against his hole. Jinguji yelped in surprise. Another touch of Genki’s tongue, just as unexpected, drew a moan from him. He’d known people did this, sometimes, but he hadn’t known it would feel this good, every brush of Genki’s tongue sending heat and pleasure soaring through his body.
“Genki,” he gasped, more a moan than a word. The only reply was a firmer touch of Genki’s tongue, getting more sure, licking all around the rim and finally dipping inside. Genki’s fingers on his cheeks spread Jinguji open wide and Jinguji suddenly realized how loud he was, how desperate his moans sounded. He pressed his face into his pillow, trying to muffle his sounds. Even buried in the pillow, his cries of pleasure seemed very loud still, so Jinguji bit down on the fabric, clenching his teeth around the mouthful of pillow to hopefully keep the sounds down enough that his mother wouldn’t know exactly what they were doing here. Jinguji whined at the loss when the slick caress of Genki’s tongue was suddenly gone from his hole.
“I wanted to hear you…” Genki said and Jinguji could practically hear the pout that was undoubtedly adorning Genki’s face.
Maybe if he kept his face in the pillow he wouldn’t have to say anything, wouldn’t have to explain... but Genki just kneaded Jinguji’s butt, not in a hurry to go anywhere, and Jinguji was sure Genki was making that cute face again, so really, there was no choice. Unclenching his jaw from around the piece of pillow he’d bitten down on, Jinguji hissed, “My family’s home. Come on, don’t be like that. I’ll take you to a love hotel next time and we can be as loud as we want.”
“We, huh,” Genki giggled. “Only one of us is loud, Jin-chan.”
Jinguji huffed. “I could totally make you scream.”
“Uh huh.”
Jinguji moaned, quickly pressing his face back into the pillow. That was so unfair - how was he supposed to argue and defend his dignity when Genki’s tongue felt so good? With Genki’s tongue teasing at his rim, Jinguji 100% understood why some people refused to have arguments unless they were completely dressed.
Jinguji didn’t think he could take even another minute of this teasing, sure that he’d go insane from the pleasure if Genki didn’t stop licking at him soon. Lucky for him, Genki was clearly getting impatient too. There was some movement behind him, Genki getting into position, and then there was Genki’s dick, pushing into him, finally.
The pillow muffled Jinguji’s moans, not that he cared just at that moment. Genki’s dick was hot and hard inside him, stretching him just right, driving all other thought from his mind. It went in easy, much more easily than usual, almost embarrassingly so. Jinguji dug his fingers into the sheets, trying to stave off the moment when he’d have to choose between panting for breath and moaning without the protection of the pillow.
Genki’s hands were gentle on his hips, but the gentle movements did nothing to calm Jinguji down, quite the opposite. The obvious care Genki was taking with him just turned Jinguji on even more, and when Genki bent to place a kiss between his shoulderblades, Jinguji nearly embarrassed himself.
Before Jinguji could figure out words to demand that Genki fuck him properly already, Genki did just that. The snap of Genki’s hips drew a pleased cry from Jinguji, quite loud even when muffled by a pillow. Genki sped up, moving his hips faster and just a bit rougher, encouraged by Jinguji’s moans. Fingers digging into Jinguji’s hips, Genki didn’t hold back at all, giving Jinguji a good pounding. Every few thrusts, Genki’s dick brushed over Jinguji’s prostate just right, making Jinguji twitch and moan even more.
Jinguji finally had to turn his head because he simply couldn’t get enough air with his face pressed into the pillow. With nothing muffling his moans and little cries, Jinguji was quite loud, his voice clear. Genki was clearly not unaffected. Hips moving without much rhythm, Genki sounded quite awed when he commented on how good Jinguji felt around him and how sensitive Jinguji must be. His words weren’t designed to drive Jinguji nuts, but that was nonetheless the effect they had.
Too aroused to wait any longer, Jinguji unclenched his fingers from the sheets and grabbed his dick. Stroking himself quickly, Jinguji soon came all over his hand and the sheets, his orgasm prolonged by the relentless pace of Genki’s hips, thrusting tirelessly into him.
“No fair,” Genki complained, so breathless his words were barely intelligible. “Why didn’t you wait for me?” But Genki had barely gotten this complaint out before he followed Jinguji over the edge. Thrusting in deep a few last, desperate times, Genki spilled his come inside Jinguji, fingers digging into Jinguji’s hips as if he needed to hold on to keep from getting washed away by sensation.
Jinguji’s muscles felt like jelly, but when Genki pulled out and collapsed sideways, he dredged up just enough strength to turn over and curl up with Genki, one arm thrown possessively over his boyfriend. Genki cuddled into his arms and Jinguji fell asleep quickly, drying come and lack of blankets notwithstanding. Sometime during the night, Genki must have turned off the light and pulled up the blankets, because Jinguji sure couldn’t remember moving until morning.
The ringing of his phone woke Jinguji up. He reached for his phone and turned the alarm off, wondering vaguely why he’d set his alarm for such a ridiculously early hour. Genki was curled warm against his side, still deeply asleep and looking adorably tousled. Oh right. Jinguji yawned, then carefully extricated himself without waking Genki up. He grabbed his boxers from the floor, as well as a shirt, then made his way to the kitchen.
His mother was already awake, moving around the kitchen and preparing breakfast. She raised an eyebrow at his bedhair when he said good morning, but didn’t stop him when he asked if he could use the good frying pan. Cracking the eggs into the mixing bowl was easy, and the bit of egg that got on his fingers was quickly washed off.
Looking incredibly pleased with himself, Jinguji let the finished omelet slide onto the plate. He grabbed the ketchup bottle and drew a heart onto the omelet with two swift motions. “Perfect!” he praised himself. “Am I the love master, or what?”
Walking back into his room with the omelet, he turned the light on, but Genki just pulled the blanket over his head and slept on. “Rise and shine, princess!” Jinguji gently pulled the blanket away - yanking the blankets off Genki was just about the easiest way he knew to start a fight. Genki glared at him blearily, but Jinguji continued on unimpressed. “Welcome to Jin’s loveshack! Breakfast is included only for the cutest of the cute.” He winked, presenting the omelet.
He was not at all prepared for the tears that welled up in Genki’s eyes. Jinguji quickly put the plate down on the bed and wrapped his arms around Genki, hugging him close. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry, did I wake you too fast? I’m an idiot, sorry,” Jinguji babbled, while Genki sniffled and clung to him.
“You’re not stupid at all,” Genki said, rubbing at his eyes. “You’re the best. Ever.”
Oh. Jinguji grinned, relieved. Happy tears. Those were rare, but had happened before a few times when he’d gotten things exactly right. “Yeah, I am,” he agreed. “Eat your omelet before it gets cold.”
Throughout the day, Jinguji made sure to deposit little hand-written notes in various pockets for Genki to find. During break, he went all the way to the first floor to the only vending machine that had the soda Genki liked best. He mailed a message full of heart emoji even though Genki was sitting right next to him. By the time lunchbreak rolled around, Genki was glowing with happiness and they hadn’t fought more than once. Everything was going well until Jinguji walked into their dressing room to find Kishi chewing on a pencil and brooding over a piece of paper.
Plucking the piece of paper up, Jinguji read it quickly, his eyes widening with horror. Whacking Kishi over the head, he exclaimed, “Dude, are you crazy? If Genki finds out you’re writing mushy love poetry to Aran, I’ll have to learn to write some too!”
Kishi patted Jinguji’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you. Not even Genki is smitten enough to expect you to come up with anything more poetic than ‘hey baby’.”
Title: Can U Be My Baby
Pairing: Iwahashi Genki/Jinguji Yuta
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: A whole lot of teenage drama, fluff, sex and rimming
Summary: Jinguji is the best boyfriend. He knows it. Sometimes it just takes a bit longer to figure out what’s up with Genki.
Notes: For arisakjk19 ! I hope you enjoy this!
“I hate you, Jin-chan! I never want to see you again!” Genki screamed, stomping his foot. Then he whirled around and ran out of the dressing room, slamming the door behind him theatrically.
“I didn’t even DO anything!” Jinguji yelled at the closed door.
“Did you guys break up again?” Kishi asked, barely looking up from the little note he was writing to Aran.
“Ugh, I don’t know.” Jinguji ran a hand through his hair, trying to order his thoughts. He had quite a bit of experience with Genki’s tantrums, but he was completely stumped on this one. It didn’t help that Genki was really, really cute when he was furious, his cheeks flushed pink and his eyes flashing fury.
“What did you do this time?”
“I don’t know! I didn’t do anything,” Jinguji huffed. Genki’s jealousy was kind of cute, and most of his other hangups were adorable too, but it could get frustrating trying to navigate his way through the landmines of Genki’s moods.
“Did you get five seconds more screentime than Genki?” Kishi asked reasonably while he attached the note to the candy he’d bought for Aran.
“Well, yeah,” Jinguji admitted. “But we fought about that two days ago already.” The make-up sex had been quite memorable too, but he wasn’t about to tell Kishi that.
“Did you say Reia’s new haircut was cute or something?”
“Well, yeah,” Jinguji admitted again. “But I already apologized for that! No one’s as cute as Genki and I haven’t even sniffed Reia’s neck in like a year.”
By this point, Kishi was starting to look concerned too. “That’s no good… did you actually do something bad this time? Like forget an important anniversary?”
“Uh…” Jinguji looked panicked for a moment before shaking his head. “I don’t think so? The anniversary of our first ice cream date isn’t until next week, the anniversary of the first time I borrowed his hair dryer was two weeks ago, the anniversary of-” Jinguji stopped. Kishi didn’t really need to know about the anniversary of the first blowjob he’d given Genki. “Anyway, I don’t think so,” he finished.
“Dude, you’re in trouble.”
“I better go apologize,” Jinguji said, reaching for the door. He still didn’t know what he would be apologizing for, but at least he wouldn’t have much trouble finding Genki - 90% of the time, Genki still hid in the bathrooms. Plus, Genki with tears in his eyes and that cute pouty look on his face was irresistible.
Sure enough, Genki was sitting on the bathroom floor, with his back against the wall and his arms around his knees, snuffling quietly. Jinguji knelt down beside Genki and pulled him into his arms. “Hey, gorgeous. I’m sorry, okay? I’m too sexy to be in the doghouse, forgive me?”
Genki sniffed, but hugged Jinguji back. “You’re stupid.”
“Yeah, I’m stupid, but I’ve got the cutest boyfriend. I figure that evens things out,” Jinguji replied. Apologies usually went better when he knew what he was even apologizing for, but he’d given an average of nineteen apologies a week since he’d started dating Genki, so he’d gotten rather good at bluffing his way past unspecified offences.
“Really stupid.”
Genki’s eyes were still shiny from unshed tears and his pouty lips looked incredibly kissable, especially up close. Closing the short distance, he brushed his lips against Genki’s, keeping the kiss slow and sweet. Jinguji knew he hadn’t been quite forgiven yet, so he had to be careful - if he came on too hard, Genki would assume he was trying for sex and probably yell at him again.
He cupped Genki’s face with his hands, brushing his thumbs over Genki’s cheekbones while he deepened the kiss. Genki’s tongue moved against his, slick and eager and distracting. Genki’s hands were fisted in the front of his shirt, holding on tight.
“Oh! Sorry! Didn’t mean to interrupt…” The door closed again.
They sprang apart, and Jinguji felt his face heating up, sure that his blush would match Genki’s.
“That was Kaito…” Genki said with a nervous giggle. “Do you think he saw?”
“Sure he did,” Jinguji blustered. “Bet he learned a thing or two too.” He winked. “What’cha think, who is he going to try my inimitable technique on?”
“Jin-chan, you idiot!” Genki giggled, embarrassment mostly forgotten, before jumping up suddenly “Oh! How late is it? We’ll be late for practice! Noo, we’ll get yelled at! Ahh, how’s my teint? Can you tell I’ve been crying?”
Jinguji leaned against the wall, arms crossed in front of his chest, and watched in amusement as his boyfriend pulled powder and lipgloss from his back pocket and went about fixing his makeup. There was no filming during practice today, so makeup wasn’t really necessary, but if Genki wanted to be the prettiest boy around, Jinguji certainly had no objections. He was the one who got to kiss those pink, glossy lips, after all, and everybody else could just shut up.
When they arrived at the practice room, the choreographer wasn’t there yet. The only ones there were Kishi and Aran, standing near the door and talking quietly, their heads close together. Kishi pulled a box of candy out of his pocket, which he handed to Aran together with a note, neither of them paying any attention to Genki’s audible huff.
The happy noise Aran made as he opened the box and discovered the sweets to be elephant gummis was disgustingly cute and when Aran fed one of the gummis to Kishi, Jinguji gagged at the overwhelming fluffiness of the scene.
“That’s so gross!” Jinguji exclaimed, gagging theatrically.
Kishi and Aran ignored him, but Genki shoved his shoulder rather roughly. “Your face is gross,” Genki declared before stomping into the practice room.
“Your mom is gross!” Jinguji yelled after him, but luckily Genki had already slammed the door behind himself. Baffled, Jinguji turned to Kishi, who had just said goodbye to Aran. “What’s his problem?”
“Didn’t you go to apologize?” Kishi asked, opening the door to the practice room.
“I did! We made up and now he’s angry again,” Jinguji explained, following after Kishi.
Genki acted mostly normal during practice, too focused on learning the new choreography to pout at Jinguji much, but as soon as the choreographer called a break, Genki went to his water bottle without a glance at Jinguji.
Jinguji sighed. Whatever Genki’s problem was, it looked like it wouldn’t go away on its own, so he’d have to ask him about it. A twenty minute break wasn’t much time to find out what was going on and apologize properly, but waiting rarely made the situation better - letting Genki stew in his own pouty mood was a sure recipe for disaster.
“Come with me.” Jinguji wrapped his fingers around Genki’s wrist and tugged lightly, enough to get Genki’s attention and make his intention clear but not enough to make him feel like he had to go.
Genki followed him meekly enough for once, so Jinguji concentrated on finding a private place to talk. That proved harder than expected - there was an unexpected threesome of senpai making out in the bathroom, snowmen napping in three breakrooms and practice going on in every single unlocked practice room he tried, though at least one of those practices seemed unlikely to be for tv.
Genki snickered. “Remember that time we ended up in the third flood ladies’ washroom because it was the only empty room we could find?”
“Best makeout session ever,” Jinguji replied with feeling. He remembered that one quite well. It had been early on in their courtship, after their first kiss and after he’d realized he kind of maybe liked Genki that way, but before he’d confessed his feelings.
That gave him an idea. Changing direction, Jinguji made for the supply closet off the rarely used corridor, clearly the best choice for being undisturbed for a few minutes. Looking around quickly to make sure they were unobserved, he opened the door, then followed Genki inside. The space was a bit cramped, the small room full of shelves filled with assorted weirdness, and the only source of light was a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, but for his purposes it was more than good enough.
Even in the vague light, Genki’s pouty lips looked very kissable, but Jinguji held back. He needed to find out what Genki had been upset about all day first and he knew exactly how to go about it. Putting on his very best seduction face, 100% guaranteed to work on anyone, or at least on Genki, Jinguji slapped his palm against the wall next to Genki’s head. “Hey there,” he drawled.
“Jin-chan!” Genki giggled, bad mood pretty much forgotten.
Jinguji grinned, looking proud of himself. His kabedon skills were definitely the best. He put two fingers under Genki’s chin and lifted Genki’s face up that way. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”
Genki huffed, bottom lip quivering. “I just… Kishi’s got a boyfriend now, and… I see them and… aren’t you upset at all?”
“Why’d I be upset?” Jinguji asked. “My boyfriend is cuter than Kishi’s boyfriend. My boyfriend is cuter than Aran’s boyfriend too, for that matter. In fact,” he leaned in closer until their foreheads were touching, “my boyfriend is cuter than all the other boyfriends in the world put together.”
“Idiot!” Genki slapped at Jinguji’s shoulder, but the giggles broke through anyway. “You!”
“Oh yeah.” Jinguji waggled his eyebrows. “I’ve got the cutest boyfriend, but you have got the sexiest boyfriend.”
“That’s not-” Genki began, but Jinguji kissed him, stealing the words.
Jinguji tilted his head for a better angle. It had been ages since their noses had last bumped together during a too enthusiastic kiss and he wasn’t about to backslide into awkward kiss territory. When he licked at Genki’s bottom lip, Genki opened his mouth and Jinguji used the opportunity to deepen the kiss. It wasn’t easy not to get distracted by the slide of their tongues against each other, by the plushness of Genki’s lips, by the cute little noises Genki was starting to make and by the fluttery touch of Genki’s hands all over his chest and shoulders, but Jinguji had a plan and he was going to stick to it.
Slowly, he kissed his way down Genki’s jaw and neck, drawing even more cute noises from Genki. Jinguji made sure to nip at the spot right above Genki’s left collarbone that always made him moan - he’d found that spot only a few weeks ago and was quite proud of himself for knowing quite a few of Genki’s sensitive spots by now. Then he sank down to his knees without warning and reached for Genki’s fly. Genki looked down at him with wide eyes, mouth a perfect o of surprise.
“It’s okay, right?” Jinguji asked, even though he’d already popped the button of Genki’s pants open. A supply closet wasn’t the most private of places and break didn’t last thaaat long, but he didn’t think Genki would refuse him.
Genki nodded, cheeks turning pink. “If you want to…”
Jinguji grinned as he opened Genki’s fly. “Of course I want to,” he blustered, even though his cheeks were heating up. “Sucking dick is what I’m best at!” Genki’s brows began to draw in, so Jinguji hurried to add, “Only yours!” Setting off one of Genki’s jealous fits would be counterproductive, after all.
Genki dug his fingers into Jinguji’s hair, not pulling exactly, just massaging his scalp lightly. “You’re stupid,” Genki said while Jinguji pulled his dick out. “You know… I mean, I know… I know you still like girls. And stuff.”
Startled, Jinguji looked up from licking at Genki’s dick. Genki didn’t look upset, so it wasn’t bad bad, but this really wasn’t the place to have that conversation again. “I like you though,” Jinguji replied with a shrug, trying really hard to make his eyes tell Genki that he meant it. “I don’t need girls, you’re ten times better anyway, and I don’t care what anyone says.” Winking at Genki, Jinguji continued, “Anyway, I-”
“I met some of the guys from school recently,” Genki said, interrupting. Jinguji looked up, worried. Genki’s school time hadn’t exactly been fun, and from what little Genki had told him, Jinguji still felt the urge to punch some of those guys, even though he’d never met them. “And they said stuff, you know, the same stuff as back then, but I just said I had a steady boyfriend and I bet none of them even had a girlfriend and that you…” Genki paused and then hurried on, “Anyway, I told them and just walked off. And it felt good, you know? I didn’t even cry. So please don’t ever change.”
Jinguji wasn’t quite sure what to say, so he did the first thing that came to mind, which was to wrap his arms around Genki’s hips and hug him. Since he was still on his knees, that meant he was pressing his face against Genki’s hip and had Genki’s dick right in front of his nose, but the gesture was clear enough.
“Proud of you,” Jinguji muttered against Genki’s hips. Feelings were a LOT more embarrassing than sucking dick, so he went back to what he’d been doing and nuzzled Genki’s dick. Genki had gone mostly soft, but Jinguji didn’t let that stop him - he liked the challenge, plus it meant he could fit all of Genki’s dick into his mouth until it hardened and grew, which was always fun. Feeling Genki swell against his tongue was one of his favourite parts of giving a blowjob, though he probably wouldn’t have admitted that to anyone.
He worked Genki’s dick over with his tongue, as always not quite sure what to do with his hands - Genki still has his pants on, so he couldn’t get at his balls or ass, but just putting his hands on Genki’s hips felt weird too, as if he was admitting that he had no idea. Sucking his cheeks in, Jinguji bobbed his head slowly, not in a rush even though he probably should have tried to be faster about this, since practice was about to resume soon. He’d gotten yelled at by staff often enough that he didn’t care about one time more or less, and he liked to take his time to pleasure Genki properly anyway.
“Mmh, Jin-chan,” Genki moaned quietly, fingers twitching against Jinguji’s scalp.
Genki was growing hard pretty quickly and Jinguji felt quite smug. His first few attempts at a blowjob had been quite awkward, though Genki hadn’t been any better, but they’d figured it out together and nowadays things went pretty smoothly most of the time, that one failed attempt on the roof notwithstanding. Anyone would be nervous out in the open air, and anyway, he’d made that up to Genki at home later.
Jinguji drew back until only the head of Genki’s dick remained in his mouth. This way he could use his tongue much better, plus he finally had some use for his hands. He wrapped his fingers around the base of Genki’s dick and stroked slowly while he sucked on the tip. Looking up, Jinguji found Genki watching him. Genki always watched him, eyes wide and cheeks pink, and it was honestly quite flattering that Genki liked watching him so much. Jinguji himself could never keep his eyes open when Genki blew him - it just felt too good and his eyes drifted shut all on their own.
Sucking in his cheeks, Jinguji sped up a bit, encouraged by Genki’s sweet moans. Taking in more of Genki’s length again, Jinguji bobbed his head up and down while making sure not to take it in too deep - gagging was decidedly unsexy, not to mention uncool. When Genki snapped his hips forwards, Jinguji nearly did choke, but he recovered after a moment. He slowed the movement of his mouth, matching the pace of Genki’s hips.
Genki’s fingers tugging lightly at his hair were a bit of a turn on, so Jinguji dropped a hand down to squeeze his dick through his pants. So what if he got turned on from having a dick in his mouth, those cute noises Genki was making would have turned anyone on and it wasn’t like anyone would ever know.
Jinguji prefered a firmer touch when he masturbated, so when he squeezed himself quite roughly, his touch on Genki’s dick grew heavier too, which he only realized when Genki suddenly yanked on his hair. “Shit, sorry-” Jinguji drew back to apologize, but the splash of Genki’s come against his cheek stopped him short. More of Genki’s come splashed against his open mouth, drops landing on his lips, his nose and his cheeks.
Frozen, they stared at each other with wide eyes, Genki’s heavy breathing the only sound. After almost a minute of frozen silence, Genki slowly, slowly unclenched his fingers from Jinguji’s hair and moved them down to Jinguji’s face. Jinguji’s brain started to work again at the touch of Genki’s shaking fingers against his cheek.
“I… you…” Genki stuttered, at a loss for words.
“Uh huh,” Jinguji replied intelligently. He’d seen this in porn and he’d maybe once or twice fantasized about doing it to Genki, though he knew Genki would kill him if he ever suggested it, but he somehow hadn’t quite been prepared to get a facefull of come himself.
“That’s so hot,” Genki finally gasped out, eyes ridiculously wide still.
“Knew you’d like it,” Jinguji blustered. Remembering one particular porn movie, he licked up the drops of come closest to his mouth, trying not to gag at the taste. He really didn’t like the taste of semen, but the adoring look in Genki’s eyes was more than worth it.
A knock on the door made them both jump. “I have no idea who is in there,” Kishi’s voice came through the door of the supply closet, “and I totally couldn’t tell what you are doing from the sound either, but the choreographer said anyone who isn’t back in like two minutes has to do 100 pushups.” One more knock, then Kishi’s footsteps faded away.
Zipping up his pants, Genki hissed, “Your face! What’re we going to do about that?”
Jinguji rubbed at his cheek with the sleeve of his shirt. He didn’t care about weird stains and it certainly wasn’t the first time he had Genki’s come drying all over his sleeve. He was still hard, but there wasn’t anything he could do about that now - there was no way he’d let Genki suffer through 100 pushups, so they had to hurry. Brushing his fingers through his hair to make himself look hopefully normal, he grinned at Genki. “Let’s go.”
They made it back to practice just in time, but by the time it was time to go home, they’d fought and made up another four times, and Jinguji was starting to get worried. Six fights in a day wasn’t entirely unheard of, but it had been a long time since they’d last fought that much. Their relationship was always stormy and Jinguji definitely liked it that way, but he usually knew what was bugging Genki. Back before he’d confessed his feelings, they’d sometimes fought as many as ten times in a day, and two years ago there’d been a time when he’d been maybe a bit too handsy with Reia, which had led to quite a few fights as well.
Jinguji wrapped his arm around Genki’s shoulders and leaned in close. “Hey.”
Genki looked at him through his lashes, pouting a little. “Hey.”
“You’re coming home with me,” Jinguji told Genki. “You need to tell me what’s wrong properly, without interruptions.”
“There’s nothing wrong,” Genki replied, huffing a little “it’s just…”
“Uh huh.” Jinguji leaned in and brushed his lips over Genki’s cheek quickly. “You keep saying.” He nudged Genki with his elbow. “Call your mom and tell her you’re staying over.”
Jinguji had already written his mother to tell her that he was bringing Genki home with him - and that they wouldn’t be home in time for dinner. They weren’t supposed to go on any more dates for a while, they’d been spotted too often, but going out for dinner hardly counted as a date, and anyway, he didn’t care if staff yelled at him because they’d been spotted by fangirls for the umpteenth time that month if the dates made Genki happy.
The train ride was uneventful, apart from three giggling girls at the other end of the carriage, but those might not have been even giggling about them. The middle-aged salaryman at the next table over looked disgusted when they held hands during dinner, but since Genki didn’t notice and it was unlikely to get back to either management or fangirls, Jinguji didn’t care about that either. On the train home, Genki napped with his head on Jinguji’s shoulder, a habit which they’d been yelled at for at least three times at work already, but Jinguji just winked at the granny opposite them and no one else seemed to pay attention.
Once home, it took Jinguji a while to extract Genki from the kitchen where Jinguji’s mother kept fussing over him and trying to feed him pastries, but then they were finally alone, free from disruptions. Sitting down on his bed, Jinguji patted his lap. “Come here, sweetcheeks.”
“Sweetcheeks?” Genki giggled at him, but climbed into his lap anyway.
“Uh huh.” Jinguji poked Genki’s cheek with the tip of his finger. “Now don’t change the topic. What’s up?”
Genki huffed. “I keep telling you.”
“Don’t say it’s nothing, I know something is bothering you.” Jinguji wrapped his arms around Genki’s middle, pulling him closer. “No one’s gonna interrupt us here.”
“You’re the one who keeps interrupting,” Genki pointed out, tapping the tip of Jinguji’s nose with his finger. “You ask what’s wrong but then you kiss me instead of listening, like you don’t even care what I’m saying…”
Jinguji opened his mouth to argue, to say that he did care, that he listened, but Genki placed two fingers over Jinguji’s lips, silencing him. Out of instinct, Jinguji’s tongue darted out and licked Genki’s fingers, making him giggle.
“Stop that, Jin-chan,” Genki giggled, but he did seem a bit less upset. “Earlier…” he began.
Jinguji nodded encouragingly, rubbing Genki’s back with his hands.
Genki looked down, not meeting Jinguji’s eyes. Playing with the collar of Jinguji’s shirt, he continued, “I just get so jealous… when I see the others, doing all these nice things. Kishi keeps putting love notes in Aran’s pockets, and Aran brings Kishi his favourite drink and walks him to practice and they keep mailing each other and I just…” Genki stopped and waited, chewing on his lower lip.
When it seemed as if Genki wasn’t going to say anything more, Jinguji tried to make sense of Genki’s words. “This isn’t really about Kishi, is it?” he asked, pretty sure of the answer. When Genki shook his head, he continued, “And not about Aran either, I bet.”
Genki shook his head again and huffed, clearly frustrated.
Jinguji racked his brains, but couldn’t figure it out. Genki’s mood were often mysterious, but he needed to understand this one. “Because we aren’t the only ones dating?” he guessed, but knew right away that couldn’t be it - some of their senpai had been dating for longer than he’d been in showbusiness.
“Nooo,” Genki insisted. “I just… you never write me notes anymore. Or bring me sweets. Or mail me just because, unless I mail you first. Or-”
“But-” Jinguji only got the one word out, before Genki interrupted him in turn.
“You used to pick me up after vocal practice. And when we had practice in different rooms, you’d come and lurk near the door and act all nonchalant about it too. I can’t even remember the last time you slipped a note in my bag.” The words all came out in a rush, along with a few more tears.
Jinguji opened his mouth to deny it all, but closed it again. He couldn’t really remember the last time he’d written a note for Genki either. It didn’t mean that he cared less, he was sure of that, but maybe Genki did have a point - perhaps he had come to take Genki for granted, just a bit. He grinned at Genki. “I’m like the dashing prince who slew the dragon and rescued the princess,” he said with a wink. “Won the heart of the princess and forgot to… uh…” Jinguji stopped, searching for the right words.
Genki was smiling back at him, even though he was still sniffling a bit. “You’re stupid,” Genki declared, but to Jinguji’s ears it sounded an awful lot like I love you.
“Yup, but you’re stuck with me, princess,” Jinguji declared. He kissed Genki’s cheek. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll try harder. I’ll totally write you love letters and bring you stuff and follow you around again.”
Genki nodded. “Okay.”
Genki’s smile was bright, lighting up his whole face. There was nothing Jinguji could do but kiss him, a short kiss, but sweet. A second kiss followed, and then a third, each just a bit longer than the one before it. There were still tears at the corners of Genki’s eyes, so Jinguji leaned in and licked Genki’s cheek, tasting the saltiness of his tears.
Their next kiss was deeper, more passionate, and Jinguji let his hands wander, up Genki’s back, down to squeeze Genki’s butt, and up again. Genki touched him in turn, hands wandering up under his shirt. Genki’s fingers fluttering over his skin felt good, drawing little moans from Jinguji that were luckily muffled by Genki’s lips.
Not to be outdone, Jinguji tugged on Genki’s shirt, pulling it over Genki’s head. Genki blinked at him, hair ruffled, looking quite cute with his flushed face and rumpled hair, but then quickly divested Jinguji of his shirt in turn. Jinguji let his eyes wander, taking in the sight - sure, he saw Genki undressing at work all the time, but it was quite different in the privacy of home, when he could actually do something about it without people walking in on them. He quite liked what he saw, and he had no compunction about saying it out loud.
“Damn, you’re cute,” Jinguji said, grinning. “How’d I get so lucky?”
His comments made Genki’s cheeks flush pink, an entirely appealing mixture of embarrassment and happiness at the compliments. Genki smiled at Jinguji, biting his lip invitingly, and all Jinguji could do was kiss him, kiss him again and again until they were both dizzy and out of breath. Breaking the kiss, Jinguji kissed along Genki’s jaw to nuzzle his ear. He licked at the shell of Genki’s ear, letting his breath puff over it.
Meanwhile, Genki continued to explore and caress Jinguji’s body, fingers wandering over hipbones and navel, past ticklish ribs, to flutter over collarbones and shoulders, before moving back down. The little touches felt quite nice, warm and gentle and quite distracting, but Jinguji did his best to concentrate on what he was doing, even if the occasional moan slipped out. Genki’s thumb brushed over his left nipple, drawing a startled gasp from Jinguji.
Intrigued by the noise, Genki experimentally drew his thumb over Jinguji’s nipple once more, getting another gasp in return. “Wow,” Genki breathed. “You’re sensitive!”
“It’s just cause it’s you,” Jinguji replied, but his bluster couldn’t hold out against the onslaught of sensation. Every touch to his nipples felt better and better as Genki teased at the little nubs. When Genki pinched his right nipple, Jinguji moaned in surprise - he’d had no idea how good that could feel, how every touch, every pinch could send pleasure rushing through him. His hands stilled on Genki’s hips, too caught up in his own pleasure to continue touching Genki. Biting his lip, Jinguji tried to keep the moans in - getting this turned on from having his nipples played with was totally not cool, and anyway, they weren’t home alone and he didn’t exactly relish the thought of his mother hearing what they were up to here.
Genki leaned down to lick at Jinguji’s right nipple, flicking his tongue over the little hardened bud. Every flick of Genki’s tongue drew another moan from Jinguji, each a tiny bit louder, until Jinguji pushed Genki away from his nipples. Genki pouted at him, but the expression was less effective than usual because Genki looked more than a little smug. Jinguji’s pants had grown very tight at this point, which was distracting in its own right. “Take these off? Put your skin against mine, babe,” Jinguji drawled, tugging on Genki’s pants to make his meaning clear.
Genki’s snicker wasn’t quite the reaction he’d hoped for, but Genki did shimmy out of his pants, so Jinguji counted that as a win. Jinguji’s own pants unceremoniously ended up in a heap on the floor, and a moment later Genki was back in his arms, nothing between them now, just hot, smooth skin against skin. Their lips gravitated towards each other as if drawn by an invisible force, this kiss a lot more desperate than the ones preceding it.
Jinguji wasn’t quite sure how he ended up flat on his back with Genki on top of him, one of Genki’s knees pressed between his thighs. When the kiss broke, Genki smiled down at him, eyes looking incredibly big. “Jin-chan?”
“Yeah,” Jinguji agreed, not entirely certain what he was agreeing to, not that it mattered - he was happy with whatever Genki wanted.
What Genki wanted, it turned out, was to drive Jinguji slowly crazy. Genki kissed his way down Jinguji’s body at a glacial pace, spending several minutes on his nipples. Jinguji panted for breath, writhing a little under Genki’s touch - begging wasn’t exactly cool, and he knew from experience that pulling Genki’s hair or trying to push him downwards would only lead to tears or another fight.
When Genki spent quite some time nibbling on his hipbone, Jinguji’s patience finally snapped. “Suck the lollipop,” he muttered, pushing just a bit down on Genki’s shoulders.
“Lollipop?” Genki giggled, eyeing Jinguji’s dick without making any move to actually suck it.
“Sure. It’s just as sweet as you!” Jinguji tried, and to his surprise, Genki did actually lean in to lick at the tip.
“Fuck yeah,” Jinguji moaned. Genki’s tongue against his dick felt amazing, but more importantly, Genki looked amazingly hot when he finally took Jinguji’s dick into his mouth - those pink, glossy lips stretched around his dick were the hottest thing he’d ever seen. No matter how often Genki blew him, Jinguji could never get enough of it, though he could never watch for long because no matter what he did, his eyes would flutter shut from the pleasure.
Jinguji bit his lip to keep the moans in, but he couldn’t stop most of his small noises, especially when Genki trailed teasing fingers over his balls and then dipped further down. Genki’s finger moved down the cleft of Jinguji’s ass, teasing at his hole, just for a moment, then Genki drew back and sat up.
The tube of lube was quickly located, and it was only a matter of moments before Genki’s fingers were slick with lube. Jinguji had meanwhile put a cushion under his hips and now spread his legs wide, offering himself up to Genki without shame - he knew Genki liked to look at him, all spread out and ready for the taking, so he’d gotten over his embarrassment months ago. The first finger went in pretty easily, and the second followed suit. Genki took his time, stretching Jinguji properly and teasing him with slow curls of his fingers.
A moan slipped out, louder than expected. Jinguji quickly slapped his hand over his mouth - he couldn’t be that loud, not at home when they weren’t alone and the walls weren’t all that thick. Genki twisted his fingers and Jinguji moaned again, the sound muffled by his palm. Genki pouted at him, but Jinguji kept his hand where it was- no matter how much Genki liked the sound of his moans, he wouldn’t, couldn’t be loud when his mother was in the same house and might hear him.
The third finger went in easily. The ease of it made Jinguji blush hotly, but it wasn’t like anyone other than Genki would ever know. When Genki curled his fingers, they brushed right over that spot again, drawing another needy moan from Jinguji. “Okay already,” Jinguji moaned, but despite his impatience he whined at the loss when Genki withdrew his fingers.. “Come and get it~”
“Turn over?” Genki’s hand nudged at his hip.
Jinguji hesitated for a moment. Sure, it felt even better when Genki fucked him from behind, but it had the disadvantage that it was much more difficult to stay silent. It just felt too good - Genki’s dick felt bigger somehow, and it reached much deeper. Not to mention that Genki was much more likely to hit his sweet spot that way.
Genki nudged his hip again and Jinguji rolled over. Logic or not, he could never really refuse Genki anything when he looked so cute, with his flushed face and ruffled hair. “You’re just too damn cute,” Jinguji muttered against the pillow, just barely loud enough for Genki to hear.
He did not at all expect the wet touch of Genki’s tongue against his hole. Jinguji yelped in surprise. Another touch of Genki’s tongue, just as unexpected, drew a moan from him. He’d known people did this, sometimes, but he hadn’t known it would feel this good, every brush of Genki’s tongue sending heat and pleasure soaring through his body.
“Genki,” he gasped, more a moan than a word. The only reply was a firmer touch of Genki’s tongue, getting more sure, licking all around the rim and finally dipping inside. Genki’s fingers on his cheeks spread Jinguji open wide and Jinguji suddenly realized how loud he was, how desperate his moans sounded. He pressed his face into his pillow, trying to muffle his sounds. Even buried in the pillow, his cries of pleasure seemed very loud still, so Jinguji bit down on the fabric, clenching his teeth around the mouthful of pillow to hopefully keep the sounds down enough that his mother wouldn’t know exactly what they were doing here. Jinguji whined at the loss when the slick caress of Genki’s tongue was suddenly gone from his hole.
“I wanted to hear you…” Genki said and Jinguji could practically hear the pout that was undoubtedly adorning Genki’s face.
Maybe if he kept his face in the pillow he wouldn’t have to say anything, wouldn’t have to explain... but Genki just kneaded Jinguji’s butt, not in a hurry to go anywhere, and Jinguji was sure Genki was making that cute face again, so really, there was no choice. Unclenching his jaw from around the piece of pillow he’d bitten down on, Jinguji hissed, “My family’s home. Come on, don’t be like that. I’ll take you to a love hotel next time and we can be as loud as we want.”
“We, huh,” Genki giggled. “Only one of us is loud, Jin-chan.”
Jinguji huffed. “I could totally make you scream.”
“Uh huh.”
Jinguji moaned, quickly pressing his face back into the pillow. That was so unfair - how was he supposed to argue and defend his dignity when Genki’s tongue felt so good? With Genki’s tongue teasing at his rim, Jinguji 100% understood why some people refused to have arguments unless they were completely dressed.
Jinguji didn’t think he could take even another minute of this teasing, sure that he’d go insane from the pleasure if Genki didn’t stop licking at him soon. Lucky for him, Genki was clearly getting impatient too. There was some movement behind him, Genki getting into position, and then there was Genki’s dick, pushing into him, finally.
The pillow muffled Jinguji’s moans, not that he cared just at that moment. Genki’s dick was hot and hard inside him, stretching him just right, driving all other thought from his mind. It went in easy, much more easily than usual, almost embarrassingly so. Jinguji dug his fingers into the sheets, trying to stave off the moment when he’d have to choose between panting for breath and moaning without the protection of the pillow.
Genki’s hands were gentle on his hips, but the gentle movements did nothing to calm Jinguji down, quite the opposite. The obvious care Genki was taking with him just turned Jinguji on even more, and when Genki bent to place a kiss between his shoulderblades, Jinguji nearly embarrassed himself.
Before Jinguji could figure out words to demand that Genki fuck him properly already, Genki did just that. The snap of Genki’s hips drew a pleased cry from Jinguji, quite loud even when muffled by a pillow. Genki sped up, moving his hips faster and just a bit rougher, encouraged by Jinguji’s moans. Fingers digging into Jinguji’s hips, Genki didn’t hold back at all, giving Jinguji a good pounding. Every few thrusts, Genki’s dick brushed over Jinguji’s prostate just right, making Jinguji twitch and moan even more.
Jinguji finally had to turn his head because he simply couldn’t get enough air with his face pressed into the pillow. With nothing muffling his moans and little cries, Jinguji was quite loud, his voice clear. Genki was clearly not unaffected. Hips moving without much rhythm, Genki sounded quite awed when he commented on how good Jinguji felt around him and how sensitive Jinguji must be. His words weren’t designed to drive Jinguji nuts, but that was nonetheless the effect they had.
Too aroused to wait any longer, Jinguji unclenched his fingers from the sheets and grabbed his dick. Stroking himself quickly, Jinguji soon came all over his hand and the sheets, his orgasm prolonged by the relentless pace of Genki’s hips, thrusting tirelessly into him.
“No fair,” Genki complained, so breathless his words were barely intelligible. “Why didn’t you wait for me?” But Genki had barely gotten this complaint out before he followed Jinguji over the edge. Thrusting in deep a few last, desperate times, Genki spilled his come inside Jinguji, fingers digging into Jinguji’s hips as if he needed to hold on to keep from getting washed away by sensation.
Jinguji’s muscles felt like jelly, but when Genki pulled out and collapsed sideways, he dredged up just enough strength to turn over and curl up with Genki, one arm thrown possessively over his boyfriend. Genki cuddled into his arms and Jinguji fell asleep quickly, drying come and lack of blankets notwithstanding. Sometime during the night, Genki must have turned off the light and pulled up the blankets, because Jinguji sure couldn’t remember moving until morning.
The ringing of his phone woke Jinguji up. He reached for his phone and turned the alarm off, wondering vaguely why he’d set his alarm for such a ridiculously early hour. Genki was curled warm against his side, still deeply asleep and looking adorably tousled. Oh right. Jinguji yawned, then carefully extricated himself without waking Genki up. He grabbed his boxers from the floor, as well as a shirt, then made his way to the kitchen.
His mother was already awake, moving around the kitchen and preparing breakfast. She raised an eyebrow at his bedhair when he said good morning, but didn’t stop him when he asked if he could use the good frying pan. Cracking the eggs into the mixing bowl was easy, and the bit of egg that got on his fingers was quickly washed off.
Looking incredibly pleased with himself, Jinguji let the finished omelet slide onto the plate. He grabbed the ketchup bottle and drew a heart onto the omelet with two swift motions. “Perfect!” he praised himself. “Am I the love master, or what?”
Walking back into his room with the omelet, he turned the light on, but Genki just pulled the blanket over his head and slept on. “Rise and shine, princess!” Jinguji gently pulled the blanket away - yanking the blankets off Genki was just about the easiest way he knew to start a fight. Genki glared at him blearily, but Jinguji continued on unimpressed. “Welcome to Jin’s loveshack! Breakfast is included only for the cutest of the cute.” He winked, presenting the omelet.
He was not at all prepared for the tears that welled up in Genki’s eyes. Jinguji quickly put the plate down on the bed and wrapped his arms around Genki, hugging him close. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry, did I wake you too fast? I’m an idiot, sorry,” Jinguji babbled, while Genki sniffled and clung to him.
“You’re not stupid at all,” Genki said, rubbing at his eyes. “You’re the best. Ever.”
Oh. Jinguji grinned, relieved. Happy tears. Those were rare, but had happened before a few times when he’d gotten things exactly right. “Yeah, I am,” he agreed. “Eat your omelet before it gets cold.”
Throughout the day, Jinguji made sure to deposit little hand-written notes in various pockets for Genki to find. During break, he went all the way to the first floor to the only vending machine that had the soda Genki liked best. He mailed a message full of heart emoji even though Genki was sitting right next to him. By the time lunchbreak rolled around, Genki was glowing with happiness and they hadn’t fought more than once. Everything was going well until Jinguji walked into their dressing room to find Kishi chewing on a pencil and brooding over a piece of paper.
Plucking the piece of paper up, Jinguji read it quickly, his eyes widening with horror. Whacking Kishi over the head, he exclaimed, “Dude, are you crazy? If Genki finds out you’re writing mushy love poetry to Aran, I’ll have to learn to write some too!”
Kishi patted Jinguji’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you. Not even Genki is smitten enough to expect you to come up with anything more poetic than ‘hey baby’.”