Gift for tinyangl
To: tinyangl
From: akathesia
SEASON'S GREETINGS!
Title: Change of plans
Pairing/Group: Yamapi/Tegoshi, implied Yamapi/Others
Rating: R
Notes: I hope you enjoy this tinyangl! Even if it’s sorely lacking in humour!
Summary:: Alcohol, it’s a beautiful thing.
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It’s the incessant beeping of his phone that finally drags Yamapi out of sleep. He’s disorientated for a moment. He’s lying contorted on the couch and the only light in the living room is the blue screen of the television, the DVD long since finished. Pain shoots through his neck and he groans as he attempts to sit up. He really needs to stop falling asleep on the couch, he thinks, as he tries to rub the pain out of his neck.
Stretching, Yamapi lifts himself off the couch and grabs his phone off the coffee table. He staggers down the hall, yawning widely, before pausing at the door opposite his bedroom. The light’s off and the bed inside is glaringly empty. He’s not really surprised. He wonders vaguely when he’s going to stop waiting up, wonders why he bothers.
Yamapi sighs and turns to enter his own room, kicking the door shut behind him. He doesn’t bother turning on the light before flopping down on his bed. He scrolls through his phone to read the message that woke him. It’s an invite to Tegoshi's birthday party. Who the fuck sends a birthday invitation at 2am? The message is short and bubbly. Yamapi notes that every second word is punctuated by a series of hearts, smileys and kissy faces. Already half asleep, he responds in the positive. Sure I'll come, wouldn't miss it for the world etc, etc and without much thought throws in a few kissy faces of his own. He drops the phone back onto the pillow next to his head, groans, turns over and within minutes he's out like a light.
**********
The club's located in the narrow back streets of Shibuya. It's not new or flashy and a few of the light globes have blown in the sign outside. Yamapi's been there a few times before. Messy nights involving far too much alcohol and drunken dancing with Jin, Yuu and Ryo. He has no plans for a repeat performance tonight. Filming went overtime and there was no time to go home and shower. He feels sweaty, gross and exhausted. The thought of trying to be social is enough to make him grimace.
The plan is to stay no more than half an hour, just enough time to wish Tegoshi a happy birthday, possibly grab some form of caffeinated beverage and then he’s heading straight home to pass out. He smiles; it’s a good plan.
Ryo's the first person he recognizes as he enters the club. He's standing at the bar, lit cigarette hanging out the side of his mouth as he tries to juggle the glasses in his hand.
Yamapi just watches him for a moment, grin in place as Ryo struggles with the drinks, alcohol splashing all over his hands. Ryo swears profusely around the cigarette.
Deciding to put him out of his misery Yamapi walks forward to grab the glasses out of Ryo’s hands before he smashes them all over the floor, possibly on purpose.
He puts the drinks back on the bar as Ryo flicks liquid off his hands. Ryo mutters his thanks.
“So the prince finally deigns us with his presence” Ryo says as he relents and wipes sticky fingers down his jeans “Why the fuck are you so late?”
Yamapi shrugs, “Sorry, filming.”
Ryo nods before glancing behind Yamapi, his face confused “Jin’s not with you?”
“No. He’s…out”
Ryo watches him for a moment, Yamapi’s face is impassive. Ryo nods and grabs one of the shot glasses off the bar and shoves it into Yamapi’s hand.
“Drink up” He grins, “You’ve got some catching up to do.”
Yamapi shakes his head, tries to push the drink back to Ryo, “Nah, I can’t.”
He rolls his eyes at Ryo’s expression.
“I’m serious! I’m tired! As soon as I wish Tegoshi a ‘Happy Birthday’ I’m heading home.”
"Like fuck you are! I have no intention of letting you leave me alone with these idiots." Ryo growls, fingers digging into Yamapi's wrist.
"Didn't you call me an insufferable moron only yesterday?" Yamapi scrunches up his nose and tries vainly to retract his arm. "Care to withdraw that statement?"
Ryo snorts, "Hell no, you're an insufferable moron who will be my buffer for the rest of the drunken fools in my vicinity."
He punctuates the statement by grabbing one of the glasses and downing the shot.
Yamapi watches his throat as he swallows, "And that's drink number...what?" He smirks.
"Shut up” Ryo says, but he’s grinning. “I thought we’d already established the standard rules don’t apply to me".
“I remember no such conversation,” Yamapi laughs as he follows Ryo away from the bar through the dimly lit club.
The floor is worn wooden boards and posters of old 1940’s American starlets cover the paint-peeled walls. There’s a low haze of smoke hanging in the air. It’s the sort of run-down décor that would be cool if it was on purpose. Instead, in this place, it just looks seedy. Yamapi has a hard time imagining Tegoshi would pick this venue over a slick, trendy nightclub.
The back wall of the club, past the small dance floor, is lined with booths. Yamapi recognizes faces in the crowd of people crammed into the seats.
Koki’s there, sitting opposite a pretty girl with long brown hair. Koyama lies, half sprawled across Shige’s lap, face crinkled with laughter as he clutches at his stomach. Massu and Nakamaru sit opposite wearing amused expressions.
And Tegoshi…Tegoshi’s eyes are widening as he sees them approaching. He stands up, face splitting into the widest smile imaginable and Yamapi’s momentarily distracted by bright eyes.
Then, he's literally bounding over, mega-watt grin still in place.
"Ahh, Ryo you found him!" Tegoshi stops close, leaning forward almost as if he's going to bring Yamapi in for a hug then he steps back, arms falling to his sides. His smile falters a little.
"I didn't think you were going to come," he says, cheeks slightly red. "I'm glad you did."
"I said I would," Yamapi replies with a smile. He tries to ignore the weird feeling in his stomach.
"But, unfortunately I can't st--"
Ryo digs a sharp elbow into his ribs and Yamapi grunts and shoots him wounded eyes.
Ryo grins. "A nice drink would shut this boy up, hey Tegoshi?"
Tegoshi’s answering smirk is cheeky and the sudden gleam in his eyes makes Yamapi nervous.
"Why don't you let him try some of my present?" He pauses, gives Yamapi an odd, considering look before flashing him a bright smile.
"I'll be back in a sec." He gives a small wave and then ducks back into the crowd.
Ryo watches him go with a slight frown on his face then grabs Yamapi's hand and leads him over to where the rest of their band members are sitting.
The table is littered with empty shot glasses. The centre piece is a tall, rather ominous, looking bottle of violent green liquid. Yamapi notes the glazed facial expressions of everyone at the table and Koyama's rather hysterical laughter. He suspects this won’t end well.
Ryo leans across the table and swats at Koyama’s hand.
“Out of my way.”
He grabs the bottle and a couple of semi-clean glasses and with the air of a professional fills the shot glasses with a flourish.
Grinning, Ryo slides a shot across the table to Yamapi.
"There's some special thing you're meant to do with sugar and a spoon but I've got no fucking idea," Ryo shrugs. "Besides, I don't even think we should be drinking this in here." He quirks an eyebrow at Yamapi and waits.
Yamapi's intrigued. He's tired and wants to go home, but he's still intrigued. It's impossible for him to turn down something new, interesting and possibly idiotic. Ryo knows this about him.
With the disgruntled look of someone who knows he's being played, Yamapi throws his head back and skulls the shot. It burns all the way down his throat. He chokes, momentarily feels like he’s seeing stars and opens his mouth to a gasp.
“Holy fuck! What the hell was that?”
Ryo grins. “Good isn’t it?” He’s licking the alcohol off his lips.
“And this is what you’re feeding Tegoshi?” Yamapi asks, incredulous. “Whose great idea was that?”
“Koyama’s,” Shige answers, resigned. “He’s the worst big brother figure, ever.”
**********
They’re on the dance floor, moving to some tragic 80’s song. The ‘dancing’ is more like drunken stumbling at this point. Ryo has an arm thrown over Yamapi’s shoulders, he sings loud and slightly off key. Shige stands to his right stepping awkwardly from side to side. It appears his dancing doesn’t get much better when drunk. Though, Yamapi supposes, you can’t really blame him since he’s also supporting the weight of Koyama’s lanky form.
Tegoshi’s dancing, on the other hand, does improve. His hips sway in time to the beat, smile soft and eyes closed. His hands run lightly down the thin fabric of his shirt, fingers catching in the loop of his jeans. He doesn’t so much dance as undulate. Yamapi stands dumbly, staring, moved only by Ryo’s rocking side to side.
Tegoshi’s eyes open slowly and he stares across the space directly at Yamapi. He holds his gaze, hooks a thumb through a belt loop, and runs a lazy hand across his stomach, his hips moving like a pendulum. Then he grins, wicked.
Yamapi sucks in a sharp breath, steps backward and pushes Ryo’s arm off his shoulder.
Ryo stumbles and fixes him with a glare. “What the hell is your problem?”
“I’m drunk. I need to go home.” Yamapi mumbles, shaking his head to clear the fog.
Ryo frowns, “You ok? You look a little…”
“Fine, fine.” He grins and flashes a cheesy thumbs-up. “I’ll be back in a sec.”
**********
In the bathroom Yamapi furiously splashes cold water on his face. He braces his hands on either side of the sink, hangs his head and draws in a deep, somewhat shaky, breath. Sober up you bastard, sober up, he mutters to himself. He watches the drops of water drip from his hair into the basin.
The bathroom door bangs open abruptly and Yamapi starts, eyes jumping to the door. Tegoshi stands in the doorway, skin flushed pink.
“Oh, Yamapi!” His eyes are wide and he looks slightly out of breath. “I thought you’d be in here,”
“Are you ok?” He asks.
Yamapi nods, runs a hand through his now wet hair. Water's dripping down the back of his neck so he leans forward to shake out his hair. Droplets fly across the bathroom.
"You're like a dog." Tegoshi giggles and half-stumbles into the bathroom, letting the door swing shut behind him.
“Oh god,” Tegoshi groans. “I can’t go home like this,”
“My grandmother will kill me.” Tegoshi laughs, breathless, and slumps against the bathroom wall.
Yamapi can see where his hair is sticking to the sheen of sweat on his neck.
“I thought your grandmother was crazy about you?” Yamapi asks.
Tegoshi looks over at him and grins.
“She was crazy about me as a child, the jury’s still out on her opinion of me as an adult.”
Yamapi laughs, “I wouldn’t worry too much, you’ve only been an adult for a day.”
Tegoshi grins, stretches his arms up above his head and arches away from the wall, his t-shirt tight across his stomach. Then he turns back to Yamapi with a serious expression.
“So, you’re leaving soon?” he asks.
“Ahh, yeah, sorry,” Yamapi answers. “It was a long day and I’m sorta…drunk.” He laughs, embarrassed.
Tegoshi smiles and seems to contemplate Yamapi for a moment.
“If you’re leaving now, could I come with you?” he asks suddenly.
“Ehh?” Yamapi responds, eloquent as ever.
Tegoshi pushes himself off the wall and walks over to Yamapi, leaning on the basin next to him.
“I really can’t go home like this,” he states. Yamapi watches as Tegoshi catches his lip between even white teeth.
“The club’s closing soon,” he pleads, eyelashes fluttering slightly. “I just need somewhere to stay for a few hours. While I sober up.”
“Uhh…I’m not sure, it’s just…” Yamapi trails off, unsure of how to deal with the request.
“Is it Jin?” Tegoshi asks, eyes wide. “I don’t want to impose in your home.”
“What? No!” Yamapi splutters, flustered. “That’s fine, I ju-.”
“Really?!”
And this time when Tegoshi leans forward it is to hug him. He wraps one arm around Yamapi’s waist, the other thrown loosely over his shoulder. Yamapi’s body goes rigid with surprise.
“Thank you,” Tegoshi breathes against his neck. “You’ve saved my life.”
**********
“Yamapi’s offered to take me home, isn’t that nice of him?” Tegoshi says as he rests his head on Koyama’s shoulder.
Koyama smiles dazedly and reaches up to ruffle Tegoshi’s hair. Yamapi listens on in mute amazement.
“That’s good. Good.” Koyama says, words slurring slightly. “We all need to take care of our little Tego.”
Shige rolls his eyes.
Ryo cuts in. “You really sure he’s in any state to take you home safely?” he demands, eyes hard.
Yamapi considers being outraged, but Ryo’s got a point; he is more than a little drunk. Perhaps smashed would be a more appropriate word. He can barely see straight.
Tegoshi’s smile is slow.
“Oh come on Ryo, he asked.”
Then he swans off, presumably to say good bye to everyone. Ryo watches him leave, clearly unimpressed.
Ryo leans against the bar to Yamapi’s right, head cocked to the side, considering. "You," he states, "are in so much trouble". His smirk is cold.
**********
Yamapi slides into the back seat of the cab and fumbles drunkenly with his seat belt. He hears a low laugh, breath against his cheek and then Tegoshi's leaning over him, sliding the seat belt down and clicking it in to place. "And here I thought you were the sober, responsible adult sent to make sure I get home safely," he grins, face close. Not surprisingly Tegoshi stays in the centre seat as the cab pulls out, thigh pressed flush against Yamapi's. Tegoshi likes warmth, comfort, closeness. Yamapi's just thankful for the cool glass of the cab window to press against his flushed face.
**********
They stumble up the stairs to Yamapi’s apartment and, after a brief struggle to get the keys in the lock, Yamapi opens the door and lets Tegoshi into the darkened hallway. In the dark, Yamapi bashes his shin against the side table and swears under his breath.
“Do we need to be quiet?” whispers Tegoshi as he bends down to remove his shoes. “I don’t want to wake Jin up.”
“Don’t bother,” Yamapi mumbles. “No one’s here besides us.”
Yamapi moves into the living room, struggling to take off his jacket. He’s throws it onto the couch along with his wallet, phone and keys. Then he stands there awkwardly, unsure of what to do next.
Tegoshi looks around the room with intense eyes, like he’s taking everything in, assessing. Yamapi realizes he’s never been there before.
"You took Shige out drinking for his birthday, didn't you?" Tegoshi weaves through his apartment, hands skimming over jumbled piles of manga, Yamapi's stereo, a framed picture of him and Jin. "Sounds like you had fun. I would’ve had fun, an evening with just you and me."
Yamapi can just make out Tegoshi's smile beneath the fringe of his hair.
"But I guess it's just the two of us now isn't it?" Tegoshi's fingers trace the edge of the photo frame.
When had the photo been taken? They were in Hawaii, Yamapi remembers. They were what, fourteen? Fifteen years old? That was almost eight years ago. Shit.
Tegoshi stands looking at the photo long enough for Yamapi to start feeling awkward. He’s embarrassed and can’t understand why. He has the ridiculous urge to grab the photo out of Tegoshi’s hands and place it face down on the shelf.
“So, umm...I guess I can make coffee?" Yamapi suggests, waving vaguely in the direction of the kitchen. He needs to distract himself as well as Tegoshi.
"We should try and sober you up before you go home.”
Tegoshi places the photo back on the shelf and walks around the couch to stand in front of Yamapi.
“Don’t bother, I’m fine.” he smiles, all sweetness and light. Then, “Show me your room.”
I really should have seen that coming, Yamapi thinks.
Tegoshi leans forward; grinning as he grabs hold of Yamapi’s shirt collar, his face so close Yamapi can smell the sickly sweet alcohol on their breath mingling.
“Come on,” Tegoshi wheedles. “It’s my birthday.’
And then Tegoshi kisses him.
It’s soft at first, lips brushing tentatively and then Tegoshi makes a small sound in the back of his throat. He leans forward, wrapping his arms around Yamapi’s neck as he tries to deepen the kiss. Yamapi parts his mouth by instinct but his body's frozen. Hasn’t budged. He’s frustrated at his inability to move. He feels like a drunken fool who’s spent most of the night standing stupidly, waiting, who falls asleep on couches, waiting. It’s all he does lately.
It’s the anger that pushes him to wrap an arm around Tegoshi’s waist, hands reaching up to claw at delicate shoulder blades. He opens his mouth to deepen the kiss and his free hand slides through strands of Tegoshi’s hair.
Tegoshi mumbles something incomprehensible against Yamapi’s mouth and then he’s steering them down the hall. Arms still tightly wound around Yamapi’s neck.
They stumble backwards through the bedroom, Yamapi’s hand stretched out behind him, blindly, in a vain attempt not to crash into the furniture. Tegoshi’s giggling between rushed kisses, pulling frantically at the buttons of Yamapi’s shirt. Their movements are jerky and Yamapi ends up tripping over his own feet and careening backwards onto the bed. Tegoshi comes toppling down with him and ends up sprawled across him.
Tegoshi laughs, breathless. “That turned out rather well.” He props himself up on his arms to smirk down at Yamapi.
His grin lights up his whole face and Yamapi has a ridiculous moment where he feels he’s seeing Tegoshi for the first time. Like the planes of Tegoshi’s face have shifted, Picasso-like, into someone foreign and new. Then Tegoshi’s leaning down to drag lips across his jaw, breath tickling at Yamapi’s ear, and he’s Tegoshi again with his bright eyes and soft lips and that’s just as surreal.
Tegoshi finishes with the buttons of Yamapi's shirt and slides it down and off his arms before reaching up to pull his own over his head. He pauses, legs straddling Yamapi's hips, and leans forward, bracing on one arm and the other hand raking fingernails down Yamapi's chest.
Yamapi gasps and arches up into the touch. He feels Tegoshi's hand slide smoothly across his stomach to dip lightly under the waistband of his jeans. A shudder rolls through him and he grinds his teeth to stop the moan escaping.
Tegoshi leans in close to Yamapi's ear just as he rubs his palm down through the thin fabric of Yamapi's boxers.
"Where's Jin?" he whispers.
"Huh?" Yamapi's distracted, confused.
Tegoshi moves his hand again and Yamapi can't hold in the sounds this time.
"Why isn't Jin home?" Tegoshi asks again.
"What? Why?" Yamapi's frustrated, doesn't understand how it can possibly matter at a time like this. Tegoshi stills his hand and Yamapi groans.
"I don't know! He's just...out!" He cries, frustrated. "He's always out."
Tegoshi kisses him then, tongue sliding into his mouth. Yamapi moans into the kiss and slides his hands up to tangle in Tegoshi’s hair, grateful for an end to the odd questions.
If he was more coherent, Yamapi would be embarrassed by the sounds he’s making, weird whimpering groans in between kisses. Tegoshi doesn’t seem to care. His hand is grinding down roughly under Yamapi’s jeans through the fabric of his boxers, His hips rocking against Yamapi’s thigh.
Tegoshi trails kisses up Yamapi’s neck, pauses to bite at his jaw sharply. “What’s with you two?” he murmurs tongue licking out to sooth the bite mark.
Yamapi groans, head rolling back on the pillow. “Tegoshi….” He turns the name into a whine.
Tegoshi sits back on his haunches and reaches for Yamapi’s belt buckle, undoes it slowly, drags down the zipper of his jeans.
“Answer the question, Yamapi” he slides his hand into Yamapi’s boxers to wrap smooth fingers around his length. “What are you and Jin?”
Yamapi’s breath is coming in short pants, his eyes scrunched tight to avoid meeting Tegoshi’s attentive eyes. Yamapi doesn’t deal well with games and these questions are making him frustrated and confused. Tegoshi gives a long hard stroke and Yamapi groans, guttural.
“It’s complicated.” he bites out.
“Complicated how?”
“Complicated like a girlfriend.,” Yamapi growls.
“Ahhh, I see,” Tegoshi says leaning in close for another kiss. “Meanwhile everyone thinks you’re an item.”
Tegoshi laughs slightly between kisses.
“I think that’s the only reason Ryo hasn’t tried his luck.” Tegoshi’s face is smug as pulls away his hand stroking Yamapi with an increasing rhythm.
“What?” Yamapi gasps, hips pushing up frantically. “Don’t be ridiculous, not everyone is in love with me!”
“You’d be surprised.” Tegoshi’s smile is slightly bitter. He grips Yamapi’s belt buckle and pulls, the belt whipping out with a crack.
“Guess I was mistaken.” Tegoshi leans in to lick the corner of his mouth. “Either that or I’m stepping on a hell of a lot of toes.” His grin is naughty.
Yamapi’s eyes widen. No ill intentions, my arse! . He doesn’t understand Tegoshi at all, he’s starting to realise. No one seems to make sense these days. Not even himself. His head is fogged with alcohol, he’s horny as hell and he can’t even begin to understand the motivation for this conversation. Though he’s not too sure he cares as Tegoshi slides jeans and boxers down his thighs.
Tegoshi moves down the bed slowly, eyes trained to Yamapi’s face, smile smug. He purses his lips and blows cool air over Yamapi’s erection.
Yamapi bites down hard on his lip before struggling to sit upright. His arm shoots out to grip Tegoshi’s shoulder, just as Tegoshi wets his lips with a small pink tongue.
“How much is bravado?” Yamapi asks, voice slightly desperate.
Tegoshi shrugs.
“More than you, less than Ryo”
Then he leans forward, takes Yamapi’s cock in his mouth and sucks.
Yamapi’s voice escapes his throat, hoarse and broken. His hands scramble to grip the back of Tegoshi’s head, fingers caught in his hair.
Tegoshi hums appreciatively, uses one hand to grip the base of Yamapi’s erection, the other hand presses into Yamapi’s hipbone, holding him in place.
Yamapi whimpers and Tegoshi murmurs around his cock, his hand tracing soothing patterns on Yamapi’s skin.
Yamapi can’t last long. The sensation combined with alcohol and exhaustion is too much. His head is spinning.
He watches, groaning, as Tegoshi slowly licks a strip the length of his cock. His eyes flick up to hold Yamapi’s before he presses pouting lips back down over the head of Yamapi’s cock.
And that’s it for him, he’s so tired and it’s far too good. He’s gone, mouth falling open to gasp unintelligible words.
Yamapi holds eye contact as he comes and Tegoshi’s eyes are the last thing he sees before everything becomes white noise.
**********
Yamapi lies boneless across the bed, panting. The blood's slowly returning to his head and he can feel the beginning of an impressive headache forming. He groans, mumbles Tegoshi's name and reaches out across the bed feeling nothing but empty sheets.
Yamapi pushes himself upright, sways slightly with the head rush. Tegoshi sits perched on the edge of the bed, face downcast.
"Tegoshi?" Yamapi murmurs, reaching out an arm.
Tegoshi smiles, slightly and shakes his head. "I should go home." His smile is strained. Tegoshi doesn't look cheeky or smug now, just small, young and disturbingly vulnerable.
Yamapi feels slightly sick.
"Don't be stupid! You can't go home by yourself at this hour!" It comes out slightly harsher than Yamapi had intended, but he feels panicky. He reaches forward to grab Tegoshi's hand.
"Tego..." he murmurs, at a loss.
Tegoshi shakes his head again, jerkily. "I don't..." he sucks in a deep breath then releases it with a harsh sound and looks away from Yamapi, "Fuck," he mutters.
Yamapi sighs and rubs at his eyes. He tries to ignore the increasing throbbing in his temple.
"There’s not really anything…with Jin," He mutters. It's not entirely the truth but Yamapi's not sure he could explain even if he tried. He hopes Tegoshi understands. Yamapi thinks he will as he’s beginning to comprehend the reason for Tegoshi's questions.
“Things change,” He says with a shrug and hopes he doesn’t sound too bitter. “And sometimes that’s a good thing.”
Yamapi tugs lightly on Tegoshi's hand, trying to force eye contact.
"Stay," he says, lightly. "I want you to."
Tegoshi sighs but Yamapi can see the faint smile forming on his lips.
Yamapi grins and tugs insistently on Tegoshi's hand. "Come on, Tegoshi," He sing-songs.
Tegoshi huffs, but his eyes dart to Yamapi's face and the smile is spreading across his face, wide and bright. With a slight laugh, he allows Yamapi to pull him close and back down to the bed.
Yamapi watches Tegoshi’s face. Doesn’t bother to decipher the pounding in his chest.
He traces Tegoshi’s sides lightly with his fingers before gripping his hips to hold him steady as he grinds his own hips into him, once, twice. Tegoshi makes a guttural sound in the back of his throat and drops his forehead onto Yamapi's shoulders.
"Stop it," he mutters, breathing hard. "Don't start what you can't finish."
Yamapi makes a confused sound.
"I'm serious." Tegoshi places a hand on his Yamapi's cheek so they're facing each other.
"You're about to pass out," he explains.
Yamapi groans, head rolling back on the pillow. It's true, his head is killing him.
"I'm such an arsehole!" he whines, eyes closed.
Tegoshi laughs softly, slides an arm around Yamapi's waist and nestles his head on his shoulder.
"You can make it up to me in the morning."
"I will. I'm awesome in the morning." Yamapi grins before yawning widely. "We’ll make breakfast."
Yamapi grabs blindly for the blankets to cover them and settles down. The warmth of Tegoshi's body is comforting, nice. He wraps an arm loosely around Tegoshi's waist to draw him closer. Tegoshi curves into his body easily.
This isn't something Yamapi expected or even understands but it feels good. It is good and Yamapi’s more than happy to trust his instincts. He’ll bother understanding it later.
They've got a few hours to sleep, Yamapi thinks, already starting to drift off. Then, in the morning, he'll finally get that cup of coffee he's been wanting all day. They'll make breakfast, take their time. There’s no rush.
Yamapi smiles. It's a good plan.
From: akathesia
SEASON'S GREETINGS!
Title: Change of plans
Pairing/Group: Yamapi/Tegoshi, implied Yamapi/Others
Rating: R
Notes: I hope you enjoy this tinyangl! Even if it’s sorely lacking in humour!
Summary:: Alcohol, it’s a beautiful thing.
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It’s the incessant beeping of his phone that finally drags Yamapi out of sleep. He’s disorientated for a moment. He’s lying contorted on the couch and the only light in the living room is the blue screen of the television, the DVD long since finished. Pain shoots through his neck and he groans as he attempts to sit up. He really needs to stop falling asleep on the couch, he thinks, as he tries to rub the pain out of his neck.
Stretching, Yamapi lifts himself off the couch and grabs his phone off the coffee table. He staggers down the hall, yawning widely, before pausing at the door opposite his bedroom. The light’s off and the bed inside is glaringly empty. He’s not really surprised. He wonders vaguely when he’s going to stop waiting up, wonders why he bothers.
Yamapi sighs and turns to enter his own room, kicking the door shut behind him. He doesn’t bother turning on the light before flopping down on his bed. He scrolls through his phone to read the message that woke him. It’s an invite to Tegoshi's birthday party. Who the fuck sends a birthday invitation at 2am? The message is short and bubbly. Yamapi notes that every second word is punctuated by a series of hearts, smileys and kissy faces. Already half asleep, he responds in the positive. Sure I'll come, wouldn't miss it for the world etc, etc and without much thought throws in a few kissy faces of his own. He drops the phone back onto the pillow next to his head, groans, turns over and within minutes he's out like a light.
**********
The club's located in the narrow back streets of Shibuya. It's not new or flashy and a few of the light globes have blown in the sign outside. Yamapi's been there a few times before. Messy nights involving far too much alcohol and drunken dancing with Jin, Yuu and Ryo. He has no plans for a repeat performance tonight. Filming went overtime and there was no time to go home and shower. He feels sweaty, gross and exhausted. The thought of trying to be social is enough to make him grimace.
The plan is to stay no more than half an hour, just enough time to wish Tegoshi a happy birthday, possibly grab some form of caffeinated beverage and then he’s heading straight home to pass out. He smiles; it’s a good plan.
Ryo's the first person he recognizes as he enters the club. He's standing at the bar, lit cigarette hanging out the side of his mouth as he tries to juggle the glasses in his hand.
Yamapi just watches him for a moment, grin in place as Ryo struggles with the drinks, alcohol splashing all over his hands. Ryo swears profusely around the cigarette.
Deciding to put him out of his misery Yamapi walks forward to grab the glasses out of Ryo’s hands before he smashes them all over the floor, possibly on purpose.
He puts the drinks back on the bar as Ryo flicks liquid off his hands. Ryo mutters his thanks.
“So the prince finally deigns us with his presence” Ryo says as he relents and wipes sticky fingers down his jeans “Why the fuck are you so late?”
Yamapi shrugs, “Sorry, filming.”
Ryo nods before glancing behind Yamapi, his face confused “Jin’s not with you?”
“No. He’s…out”
Ryo watches him for a moment, Yamapi’s face is impassive. Ryo nods and grabs one of the shot glasses off the bar and shoves it into Yamapi’s hand.
“Drink up” He grins, “You’ve got some catching up to do.”
Yamapi shakes his head, tries to push the drink back to Ryo, “Nah, I can’t.”
He rolls his eyes at Ryo’s expression.
“I’m serious! I’m tired! As soon as I wish Tegoshi a ‘Happy Birthday’ I’m heading home.”
"Like fuck you are! I have no intention of letting you leave me alone with these idiots." Ryo growls, fingers digging into Yamapi's wrist.
"Didn't you call me an insufferable moron only yesterday?" Yamapi scrunches up his nose and tries vainly to retract his arm. "Care to withdraw that statement?"
Ryo snorts, "Hell no, you're an insufferable moron who will be my buffer for the rest of the drunken fools in my vicinity."
He punctuates the statement by grabbing one of the glasses and downing the shot.
Yamapi watches his throat as he swallows, "And that's drink number...what?" He smirks.
"Shut up” Ryo says, but he’s grinning. “I thought we’d already established the standard rules don’t apply to me".
“I remember no such conversation,” Yamapi laughs as he follows Ryo away from the bar through the dimly lit club.
The floor is worn wooden boards and posters of old 1940’s American starlets cover the paint-peeled walls. There’s a low haze of smoke hanging in the air. It’s the sort of run-down décor that would be cool if it was on purpose. Instead, in this place, it just looks seedy. Yamapi has a hard time imagining Tegoshi would pick this venue over a slick, trendy nightclub.
The back wall of the club, past the small dance floor, is lined with booths. Yamapi recognizes faces in the crowd of people crammed into the seats.
Koki’s there, sitting opposite a pretty girl with long brown hair. Koyama lies, half sprawled across Shige’s lap, face crinkled with laughter as he clutches at his stomach. Massu and Nakamaru sit opposite wearing amused expressions.
And Tegoshi…Tegoshi’s eyes are widening as he sees them approaching. He stands up, face splitting into the widest smile imaginable and Yamapi’s momentarily distracted by bright eyes.
Then, he's literally bounding over, mega-watt grin still in place.
"Ahh, Ryo you found him!" Tegoshi stops close, leaning forward almost as if he's going to bring Yamapi in for a hug then he steps back, arms falling to his sides. His smile falters a little.
"I didn't think you were going to come," he says, cheeks slightly red. "I'm glad you did."
"I said I would," Yamapi replies with a smile. He tries to ignore the weird feeling in his stomach.
"But, unfortunately I can't st--"
Ryo digs a sharp elbow into his ribs and Yamapi grunts and shoots him wounded eyes.
Ryo grins. "A nice drink would shut this boy up, hey Tegoshi?"
Tegoshi’s answering smirk is cheeky and the sudden gleam in his eyes makes Yamapi nervous.
"Why don't you let him try some of my present?" He pauses, gives Yamapi an odd, considering look before flashing him a bright smile.
"I'll be back in a sec." He gives a small wave and then ducks back into the crowd.
Ryo watches him go with a slight frown on his face then grabs Yamapi's hand and leads him over to where the rest of their band members are sitting.
The table is littered with empty shot glasses. The centre piece is a tall, rather ominous, looking bottle of violent green liquid. Yamapi notes the glazed facial expressions of everyone at the table and Koyama's rather hysterical laughter. He suspects this won’t end well.
Ryo leans across the table and swats at Koyama’s hand.
“Out of my way.”
He grabs the bottle and a couple of semi-clean glasses and with the air of a professional fills the shot glasses with a flourish.
Grinning, Ryo slides a shot across the table to Yamapi.
"There's some special thing you're meant to do with sugar and a spoon but I've got no fucking idea," Ryo shrugs. "Besides, I don't even think we should be drinking this in here." He quirks an eyebrow at Yamapi and waits.
Yamapi's intrigued. He's tired and wants to go home, but he's still intrigued. It's impossible for him to turn down something new, interesting and possibly idiotic. Ryo knows this about him.
With the disgruntled look of someone who knows he's being played, Yamapi throws his head back and skulls the shot. It burns all the way down his throat. He chokes, momentarily feels like he’s seeing stars and opens his mouth to a gasp.
“Holy fuck! What the hell was that?”
Ryo grins. “Good isn’t it?” He’s licking the alcohol off his lips.
“And this is what you’re feeding Tegoshi?” Yamapi asks, incredulous. “Whose great idea was that?”
“Koyama’s,” Shige answers, resigned. “He’s the worst big brother figure, ever.”
**********
They’re on the dance floor, moving to some tragic 80’s song. The ‘dancing’ is more like drunken stumbling at this point. Ryo has an arm thrown over Yamapi’s shoulders, he sings loud and slightly off key. Shige stands to his right stepping awkwardly from side to side. It appears his dancing doesn’t get much better when drunk. Though, Yamapi supposes, you can’t really blame him since he’s also supporting the weight of Koyama’s lanky form.
Tegoshi’s dancing, on the other hand, does improve. His hips sway in time to the beat, smile soft and eyes closed. His hands run lightly down the thin fabric of his shirt, fingers catching in the loop of his jeans. He doesn’t so much dance as undulate. Yamapi stands dumbly, staring, moved only by Ryo’s rocking side to side.
Tegoshi’s eyes open slowly and he stares across the space directly at Yamapi. He holds his gaze, hooks a thumb through a belt loop, and runs a lazy hand across his stomach, his hips moving like a pendulum. Then he grins, wicked.
Yamapi sucks in a sharp breath, steps backward and pushes Ryo’s arm off his shoulder.
Ryo stumbles and fixes him with a glare. “What the hell is your problem?”
“I’m drunk. I need to go home.” Yamapi mumbles, shaking his head to clear the fog.
Ryo frowns, “You ok? You look a little…”
“Fine, fine.” He grins and flashes a cheesy thumbs-up. “I’ll be back in a sec.”
**********
In the bathroom Yamapi furiously splashes cold water on his face. He braces his hands on either side of the sink, hangs his head and draws in a deep, somewhat shaky, breath. Sober up you bastard, sober up, he mutters to himself. He watches the drops of water drip from his hair into the basin.
The bathroom door bangs open abruptly and Yamapi starts, eyes jumping to the door. Tegoshi stands in the doorway, skin flushed pink.
“Oh, Yamapi!” His eyes are wide and he looks slightly out of breath. “I thought you’d be in here,”
“Are you ok?” He asks.
Yamapi nods, runs a hand through his now wet hair. Water's dripping down the back of his neck so he leans forward to shake out his hair. Droplets fly across the bathroom.
"You're like a dog." Tegoshi giggles and half-stumbles into the bathroom, letting the door swing shut behind him.
“Oh god,” Tegoshi groans. “I can’t go home like this,”
“My grandmother will kill me.” Tegoshi laughs, breathless, and slumps against the bathroom wall.
Yamapi can see where his hair is sticking to the sheen of sweat on his neck.
“I thought your grandmother was crazy about you?” Yamapi asks.
Tegoshi looks over at him and grins.
“She was crazy about me as a child, the jury’s still out on her opinion of me as an adult.”
Yamapi laughs, “I wouldn’t worry too much, you’ve only been an adult for a day.”
Tegoshi grins, stretches his arms up above his head and arches away from the wall, his t-shirt tight across his stomach. Then he turns back to Yamapi with a serious expression.
“So, you’re leaving soon?” he asks.
“Ahh, yeah, sorry,” Yamapi answers. “It was a long day and I’m sorta…drunk.” He laughs, embarrassed.
Tegoshi smiles and seems to contemplate Yamapi for a moment.
“If you’re leaving now, could I come with you?” he asks suddenly.
“Ehh?” Yamapi responds, eloquent as ever.
Tegoshi pushes himself off the wall and walks over to Yamapi, leaning on the basin next to him.
“I really can’t go home like this,” he states. Yamapi watches as Tegoshi catches his lip between even white teeth.
“The club’s closing soon,” he pleads, eyelashes fluttering slightly. “I just need somewhere to stay for a few hours. While I sober up.”
“Uhh…I’m not sure, it’s just…” Yamapi trails off, unsure of how to deal with the request.
“Is it Jin?” Tegoshi asks, eyes wide. “I don’t want to impose in your home.”
“What? No!” Yamapi splutters, flustered. “That’s fine, I ju-.”
“Really?!”
And this time when Tegoshi leans forward it is to hug him. He wraps one arm around Yamapi’s waist, the other thrown loosely over his shoulder. Yamapi’s body goes rigid with surprise.
“Thank you,” Tegoshi breathes against his neck. “You’ve saved my life.”
**********
“Yamapi’s offered to take me home, isn’t that nice of him?” Tegoshi says as he rests his head on Koyama’s shoulder.
Koyama smiles dazedly and reaches up to ruffle Tegoshi’s hair. Yamapi listens on in mute amazement.
“That’s good. Good.” Koyama says, words slurring slightly. “We all need to take care of our little Tego.”
Shige rolls his eyes.
Ryo cuts in. “You really sure he’s in any state to take you home safely?” he demands, eyes hard.
Yamapi considers being outraged, but Ryo’s got a point; he is more than a little drunk. Perhaps smashed would be a more appropriate word. He can barely see straight.
Tegoshi’s smile is slow.
“Oh come on Ryo, he asked.”
Then he swans off, presumably to say good bye to everyone. Ryo watches him leave, clearly unimpressed.
Ryo leans against the bar to Yamapi’s right, head cocked to the side, considering. "You," he states, "are in so much trouble". His smirk is cold.
**********
Yamapi slides into the back seat of the cab and fumbles drunkenly with his seat belt. He hears a low laugh, breath against his cheek and then Tegoshi's leaning over him, sliding the seat belt down and clicking it in to place. "And here I thought you were the sober, responsible adult sent to make sure I get home safely," he grins, face close. Not surprisingly Tegoshi stays in the centre seat as the cab pulls out, thigh pressed flush against Yamapi's. Tegoshi likes warmth, comfort, closeness. Yamapi's just thankful for the cool glass of the cab window to press against his flushed face.
**********
They stumble up the stairs to Yamapi’s apartment and, after a brief struggle to get the keys in the lock, Yamapi opens the door and lets Tegoshi into the darkened hallway. In the dark, Yamapi bashes his shin against the side table and swears under his breath.
“Do we need to be quiet?” whispers Tegoshi as he bends down to remove his shoes. “I don’t want to wake Jin up.”
“Don’t bother,” Yamapi mumbles. “No one’s here besides us.”
Yamapi moves into the living room, struggling to take off his jacket. He’s throws it onto the couch along with his wallet, phone and keys. Then he stands there awkwardly, unsure of what to do next.
Tegoshi looks around the room with intense eyes, like he’s taking everything in, assessing. Yamapi realizes he’s never been there before.
"You took Shige out drinking for his birthday, didn't you?" Tegoshi weaves through his apartment, hands skimming over jumbled piles of manga, Yamapi's stereo, a framed picture of him and Jin. "Sounds like you had fun. I would’ve had fun, an evening with just you and me."
Yamapi can just make out Tegoshi's smile beneath the fringe of his hair.
"But I guess it's just the two of us now isn't it?" Tegoshi's fingers trace the edge of the photo frame.
When had the photo been taken? They were in Hawaii, Yamapi remembers. They were what, fourteen? Fifteen years old? That was almost eight years ago. Shit.
Tegoshi stands looking at the photo long enough for Yamapi to start feeling awkward. He’s embarrassed and can’t understand why. He has the ridiculous urge to grab the photo out of Tegoshi’s hands and place it face down on the shelf.
“So, umm...I guess I can make coffee?" Yamapi suggests, waving vaguely in the direction of the kitchen. He needs to distract himself as well as Tegoshi.
"We should try and sober you up before you go home.”
Tegoshi places the photo back on the shelf and walks around the couch to stand in front of Yamapi.
“Don’t bother, I’m fine.” he smiles, all sweetness and light. Then, “Show me your room.”
I really should have seen that coming, Yamapi thinks.
Tegoshi leans forward; grinning as he grabs hold of Yamapi’s shirt collar, his face so close Yamapi can smell the sickly sweet alcohol on their breath mingling.
“Come on,” Tegoshi wheedles. “It’s my birthday.’
And then Tegoshi kisses him.
It’s soft at first, lips brushing tentatively and then Tegoshi makes a small sound in the back of his throat. He leans forward, wrapping his arms around Yamapi’s neck as he tries to deepen the kiss. Yamapi parts his mouth by instinct but his body's frozen. Hasn’t budged. He’s frustrated at his inability to move. He feels like a drunken fool who’s spent most of the night standing stupidly, waiting, who falls asleep on couches, waiting. It’s all he does lately.
It’s the anger that pushes him to wrap an arm around Tegoshi’s waist, hands reaching up to claw at delicate shoulder blades. He opens his mouth to deepen the kiss and his free hand slides through strands of Tegoshi’s hair.
Tegoshi mumbles something incomprehensible against Yamapi’s mouth and then he’s steering them down the hall. Arms still tightly wound around Yamapi’s neck.
They stumble backwards through the bedroom, Yamapi’s hand stretched out behind him, blindly, in a vain attempt not to crash into the furniture. Tegoshi’s giggling between rushed kisses, pulling frantically at the buttons of Yamapi’s shirt. Their movements are jerky and Yamapi ends up tripping over his own feet and careening backwards onto the bed. Tegoshi comes toppling down with him and ends up sprawled across him.
Tegoshi laughs, breathless. “That turned out rather well.” He props himself up on his arms to smirk down at Yamapi.
His grin lights up his whole face and Yamapi has a ridiculous moment where he feels he’s seeing Tegoshi for the first time. Like the planes of Tegoshi’s face have shifted, Picasso-like, into someone foreign and new. Then Tegoshi’s leaning down to drag lips across his jaw, breath tickling at Yamapi’s ear, and he’s Tegoshi again with his bright eyes and soft lips and that’s just as surreal.
Tegoshi finishes with the buttons of Yamapi's shirt and slides it down and off his arms before reaching up to pull his own over his head. He pauses, legs straddling Yamapi's hips, and leans forward, bracing on one arm and the other hand raking fingernails down Yamapi's chest.
Yamapi gasps and arches up into the touch. He feels Tegoshi's hand slide smoothly across his stomach to dip lightly under the waistband of his jeans. A shudder rolls through him and he grinds his teeth to stop the moan escaping.
Tegoshi leans in close to Yamapi's ear just as he rubs his palm down through the thin fabric of Yamapi's boxers.
"Where's Jin?" he whispers.
"Huh?" Yamapi's distracted, confused.
Tegoshi moves his hand again and Yamapi can't hold in the sounds this time.
"Why isn't Jin home?" Tegoshi asks again.
"What? Why?" Yamapi's frustrated, doesn't understand how it can possibly matter at a time like this. Tegoshi stills his hand and Yamapi groans.
"I don't know! He's just...out!" He cries, frustrated. "He's always out."
Tegoshi kisses him then, tongue sliding into his mouth. Yamapi moans into the kiss and slides his hands up to tangle in Tegoshi’s hair, grateful for an end to the odd questions.
If he was more coherent, Yamapi would be embarrassed by the sounds he’s making, weird whimpering groans in between kisses. Tegoshi doesn’t seem to care. His hand is grinding down roughly under Yamapi’s jeans through the fabric of his boxers, His hips rocking against Yamapi’s thigh.
Tegoshi trails kisses up Yamapi’s neck, pauses to bite at his jaw sharply. “What’s with you two?” he murmurs tongue licking out to sooth the bite mark.
Yamapi groans, head rolling back on the pillow. “Tegoshi….” He turns the name into a whine.
Tegoshi sits back on his haunches and reaches for Yamapi’s belt buckle, undoes it slowly, drags down the zipper of his jeans.
“Answer the question, Yamapi” he slides his hand into Yamapi’s boxers to wrap smooth fingers around his length. “What are you and Jin?”
Yamapi’s breath is coming in short pants, his eyes scrunched tight to avoid meeting Tegoshi’s attentive eyes. Yamapi doesn’t deal well with games and these questions are making him frustrated and confused. Tegoshi gives a long hard stroke and Yamapi groans, guttural.
“It’s complicated.” he bites out.
“Complicated how?”
“Complicated like a girlfriend.,” Yamapi growls.
“Ahhh, I see,” Tegoshi says leaning in close for another kiss. “Meanwhile everyone thinks you’re an item.”
Tegoshi laughs slightly between kisses.
“I think that’s the only reason Ryo hasn’t tried his luck.” Tegoshi’s face is smug as pulls away his hand stroking Yamapi with an increasing rhythm.
“What?” Yamapi gasps, hips pushing up frantically. “Don’t be ridiculous, not everyone is in love with me!”
“You’d be surprised.” Tegoshi’s smile is slightly bitter. He grips Yamapi’s belt buckle and pulls, the belt whipping out with a crack.
“Guess I was mistaken.” Tegoshi leans in to lick the corner of his mouth. “Either that or I’m stepping on a hell of a lot of toes.” His grin is naughty.
Yamapi’s eyes widen. No ill intentions, my arse! . He doesn’t understand Tegoshi at all, he’s starting to realise. No one seems to make sense these days. Not even himself. His head is fogged with alcohol, he’s horny as hell and he can’t even begin to understand the motivation for this conversation. Though he’s not too sure he cares as Tegoshi slides jeans and boxers down his thighs.
Tegoshi moves down the bed slowly, eyes trained to Yamapi’s face, smile smug. He purses his lips and blows cool air over Yamapi’s erection.
Yamapi bites down hard on his lip before struggling to sit upright. His arm shoots out to grip Tegoshi’s shoulder, just as Tegoshi wets his lips with a small pink tongue.
“How much is bravado?” Yamapi asks, voice slightly desperate.
Tegoshi shrugs.
“More than you, less than Ryo”
Then he leans forward, takes Yamapi’s cock in his mouth and sucks.
Yamapi’s voice escapes his throat, hoarse and broken. His hands scramble to grip the back of Tegoshi’s head, fingers caught in his hair.
Tegoshi hums appreciatively, uses one hand to grip the base of Yamapi’s erection, the other hand presses into Yamapi’s hipbone, holding him in place.
Yamapi whimpers and Tegoshi murmurs around his cock, his hand tracing soothing patterns on Yamapi’s skin.
Yamapi can’t last long. The sensation combined with alcohol and exhaustion is too much. His head is spinning.
He watches, groaning, as Tegoshi slowly licks a strip the length of his cock. His eyes flick up to hold Yamapi’s before he presses pouting lips back down over the head of Yamapi’s cock.
And that’s it for him, he’s so tired and it’s far too good. He’s gone, mouth falling open to gasp unintelligible words.
Yamapi holds eye contact as he comes and Tegoshi’s eyes are the last thing he sees before everything becomes white noise.
**********
Yamapi lies boneless across the bed, panting. The blood's slowly returning to his head and he can feel the beginning of an impressive headache forming. He groans, mumbles Tegoshi's name and reaches out across the bed feeling nothing but empty sheets.
Yamapi pushes himself upright, sways slightly with the head rush. Tegoshi sits perched on the edge of the bed, face downcast.
"Tegoshi?" Yamapi murmurs, reaching out an arm.
Tegoshi smiles, slightly and shakes his head. "I should go home." His smile is strained. Tegoshi doesn't look cheeky or smug now, just small, young and disturbingly vulnerable.
Yamapi feels slightly sick.
"Don't be stupid! You can't go home by yourself at this hour!" It comes out slightly harsher than Yamapi had intended, but he feels panicky. He reaches forward to grab Tegoshi's hand.
"Tego..." he murmurs, at a loss.
Tegoshi shakes his head again, jerkily. "I don't..." he sucks in a deep breath then releases it with a harsh sound and looks away from Yamapi, "Fuck," he mutters.
Yamapi sighs and rubs at his eyes. He tries to ignore the increasing throbbing in his temple.
"There’s not really anything…with Jin," He mutters. It's not entirely the truth but Yamapi's not sure he could explain even if he tried. He hopes Tegoshi understands. Yamapi thinks he will as he’s beginning to comprehend the reason for Tegoshi's questions.
“Things change,” He says with a shrug and hopes he doesn’t sound too bitter. “And sometimes that’s a good thing.”
Yamapi tugs lightly on Tegoshi's hand, trying to force eye contact.
"Stay," he says, lightly. "I want you to."
Tegoshi sighs but Yamapi can see the faint smile forming on his lips.
Yamapi grins and tugs insistently on Tegoshi's hand. "Come on, Tegoshi," He sing-songs.
Tegoshi huffs, but his eyes dart to Yamapi's face and the smile is spreading across his face, wide and bright. With a slight laugh, he allows Yamapi to pull him close and back down to the bed.
Yamapi watches Tegoshi’s face. Doesn’t bother to decipher the pounding in his chest.
He traces Tegoshi’s sides lightly with his fingers before gripping his hips to hold him steady as he grinds his own hips into him, once, twice. Tegoshi makes a guttural sound in the back of his throat and drops his forehead onto Yamapi's shoulders.
"Stop it," he mutters, breathing hard. "Don't start what you can't finish."
Yamapi makes a confused sound.
"I'm serious." Tegoshi places a hand on his Yamapi's cheek so they're facing each other.
"You're about to pass out," he explains.
Yamapi groans, head rolling back on the pillow. It's true, his head is killing him.
"I'm such an arsehole!" he whines, eyes closed.
Tegoshi laughs softly, slides an arm around Yamapi's waist and nestles his head on his shoulder.
"You can make it up to me in the morning."
"I will. I'm awesome in the morning." Yamapi grins before yawning widely. "We’ll make breakfast."
Yamapi grabs blindly for the blankets to cover them and settles down. The warmth of Tegoshi's body is comforting, nice. He wraps an arm loosely around Tegoshi's waist to draw him closer. Tegoshi curves into his body easily.
This isn't something Yamapi expected or even understands but it feels good. It is good and Yamapi’s more than happy to trust his instincts. He’ll bother understanding it later.
They've got a few hours to sleep, Yamapi thinks, already starting to drift off. Then, in the morning, he'll finally get that cup of coffee he's been wanting all day. They'll make breakfast, take their time. There’s no rush.
Yamapi smiles. It's a good plan.