[One-Shot] Found
Title: Found
Fandom: Mis Snow Man, cameo by Yamamoto Ryota
Pairings: Iwamoto x Sakuma, Miyadate x Watanabe, Nozawa x Sanada
Rating: NC-17 just to be safe although it's not TOO explicit
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, lime-ish
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine. Their asses are owned by JE.
Author's Note: For talisa_ahn because she requested it after reading my drabbles over at je100. You do not have to read the drabbles to read this because all of them are incorporated in this longer piece. Now...would anybody else be so kind and write me more IwamotoxSakuma in return? Please? ♥ Or make graphics...I'd be happy about that, too. I think I need a snowman icon...
Sakuma Daisuke was 19, loved dancing and had just entered a renowned dancing school that would get him a step closer to reaching his dream of becoming a professional dancer in the future. Training was hard and at first he thought he wouldn’t be able to keep up but with a little help of one of the already established dancers at the school - Yamamoto Ryota - he had managed well enough and kept doing his best every day.
To help his family finance his endeavor, he worked part-time at a clothing store. He liked to remake old clothing and other accessories by using Swarovski rhinestones and other glitter and whatever else the little box of goodies would offer (plus lots of glue). One of his co-workers, Watanabe Shota, would take over the coordination of the clothes for their customers and get Sakuma’s “masterpieces” to the man…or woman.
Sakuma Daisuke was also 19, single and gay. Not openly around most people because it was still pretty much of a no-go in today’s society but really, a guy who loved to dance and make sparkly clothes? Sometimes he wondered how he could still fool some people. Of course he hadn’t managed to fool Watanabe but that was because the other had a boyfriend.
“…you’re so lucky to have him, Shota…how’d you do that…?” Sakuma sighed as he cleaned up the shop after they had closed for the day.
Watanabe smiled brightly, “Do you really want to hear the details of this school romance?”
“And your school is co-ed, too…” Sakuma commented and closed the cash register. “Oh by the way…Yumiko, the girl who came yesterday with the huge request to me…she’s having her bachelorette party next weekend. I know it’s weird to go there as a guy but she asked us to come…invitation letter is up on the blackboard over there. Are you going? I’d feel…weird among all the girls really…although she swears she invited more guys…plus, she said that her husband-to-be’s bachelor party is right next door in case we want to…uh…’escape’…”
Studying the letter, Watanabe replied, “I’m free…You think I could bring Ryota?”
“Just ask? I just hope she didn’t invite us because they couldn’t hire a stripper and need ‘eye-candy’…because that would be so creepy…” he shuddered.
There was a knock on the closed door. “Shota? Are you coming out? We’re late!”
“Ryotaaaa!” Watanabe smiled and grabbed his bag and coat. “That’s me for today…see you again tomorrow, Daisuke! Have fun at dance class with your Yamamoto-senpai again!” He winked and then disappeared out of the backdoor. “Coming!”
Sakuma rolled his eyes and went to put on his own jacket and scarf before shouldering his bags (his dancing gear had a separate bag of course). True, he liked Yamamoto and adored the other for his skills but that was more like hero-worship and nothing romantic…besides, even a blind guy would be able to see that Yamamoto Ryota’s heart had already been given away to someone else. Someone who was way beyond Sakuma’s reach.
He locked the store and went out into the cold night air. Shivering, he quickly made his way to the train station, hoping that one of these days he’d meet someone to keep him warm on nights like this. Or at least keep him company so he’d forget about the cold.
Iwamoto Hikaru was 18, had just finished high school and was looking to enter university in a couple of months. Tonight was the night when his group of friends from high school had decided to get together to pray for everybody’s successful future at the shrine that was close to their old school. The group included senpai and kouhai alike. He had made friends across all the years, through club activities or just by chance.
“There comes the couple…” Fukazawa Tatsuya smiled when he saw two figures running up the stairs towards the shrine.
“Sorry,” Miyadate apologized, “Shota was taking a while to come out of the shop.”
“I’m sorry!” Watanabe whined.
Fukazawa chuckled, “It’s alright, don’t worry about it…you’re here now. Let’s go and make our wishes and everything. Everyone’s here now.”
Watanabe smiled, “Ne? Does praying for everyone’s successful future include praying for a successful love-life for the other person as well?”
Everyone blinked, that was a question only Watanabe would ask.
Miyadate sighed and tugged his boyfriend along, “Do so if you must…”
“Yay!” Watanabe smiled and then looked at Iwamoto, “Ne, Hikaru, you’re still coming to Kameda-senpai’s bachelor party, aren’t you?”
Iwamoto nodded, “Yeah…I can hardly believe he’s already getting married at 20…”
“Some people are just lucky like that,” Fukazawa commented, “Others are…not so lucky?” He looked at Iwamoto with something that looked like sympathy.
Sighing, Iwamoto went to pray silently. Yes, he was 18, had just finished high school and was also single with no notable relationship so far. Every girl he had come across hadn’t really roused any interest in him and most of the boys he had actually had the courage to flirt with sort of had been taken already. He really wanted someone to hold and love… it sounded cheesy and romantic but he really wanted a ‘cozy’ and comfortable relationship like that... somebody who could make him feel less lonely.
The bachelor’s party was as one would have expected it to be. Loud, full of dirty jokes and there were tons of alcohol. Iwamoto could hold his liquor rather well and was already on his third or fourth beer by the time the ‘game’ was proposed.
“Alright, here are the rules…” Miyadate explained calmly. “We’ve made lots to determine the lucky winner…who will get to spend a whole night in one of the hotel rooms next door - yes the fancy looking hotel - with one of the participants from the bachelorette party next door! They’re doing the same thing as we speak. Gentlemen, let’s see who lady luck will be taking to her bed tonight…”
When Iwamoto unfolded his slip of paper he was already expecting it to be blank. When he found bold black letters reading ‘CONGRATULATIONS’ instead, he needed to blink for a moment before he raised his hand. “Uhm…is this supposed to be a ‘congratulations you win’ or ‘you lose’?”
“And we have ourselves a winner!”
No ten minutes later, he found himself sitting in the suite-room and waited (the couple had gotten coupons for the hotel as presents but they had only use for one of the coupons after all so they had decided to give the other one away as a fun present to their guests). He had seen some of the girls who had gone to the bachelorette party and really, he couldn’t even remember any of their faces. What would he do with a girl for a whole night? Iwamoto knew himself well enough that he couldn’t lie to people well…the girl would be sure to notice that he wasn’t really interested in her and then she’d be horribly insulted probably…
Maybe he shouldn’t have come to this party after all…or maybe he shouldn’t have participated in that game but before he had been able to think somebody had shoved the lot into his hand and made him participate.
He groaned softly and buried his face in his hands. What was he supposed to do?
Suddenly he heard steps coming closer and muffled voices. Somebody was coming.
“No, no! Let’s re-draw! This is-“ an unmistakably male voice could be heard from outside the room.
“You’ll be fine, Daisuke…the boys are all gentle…” another male voice giggled.
“Screw you, Shota…!”
“If you do that, Ryota will bite your head off…”
“…I hate you…”
Sakuma managed to stop Watanabe from pushing him all the way towards the room. He looked at the door and took a deep breath. “This is a stupid game…this is why I don’t like blind dates or matchmaking parties of all sorts…I can’t just…get locked into a hotel room for a night with some stranger!” he hissed at his friend.
“…you should learn to take risks, Daisuke…in real life I mean. You can be pretty reckless when you’re dancing but off stage you’re such a scared little kitty! And that’s exactly why you’re single…in you go!” Watanabe yanked the door open and shoved the other in.
Stumbling into the room, Sakuma barely caught himself and straightened up again. He was about to turn back around and shout insults at Watanabe but his attention was caught by the other male in the room. It took all of his self-control not to stare.
The other was quite a bit taller than him, thin but not too scrawny and had a fashionable hair-cut. His eyes were a dark chocolate brown and looked warm and loyal. Sakuma almost felt a little overwhelmed. He liked what he was seeing but he didn’t even know the other person…
Sakuma shuffled his feet a little. “…you must be shocked… a guy at a bachelorette party…” He tried to start a conversation. To give himself something to do he took a sip from the drink he was still holding - something he’d grabbed just before the lots had been drawn. He could feel the alcohol burn down his throat with a sweet aftertaste. Sake. It was the one thing he wasn’t really used to drink. Sake would go straight to his head usually but he was so nervous and felt so awkward that he kept drinking it nonetheless. It wouldn’t be able to make matters worse, would it?
“…a bit…” Iwamoto admitted but he couldn’t really say he wasn’t also relieved. Relieved or even pleasantly surprised, he would have to admit. The other male was shorter than him by a couple of centimeters, had ear-long slightly wavy hair and sported distinct beauty marks on his cheeks. He was almost inclined to call the other petite, for the lack of a better word to describe him. It was what he had been looking for in a guy. Someone gentle and maybe ‘cute’ in a not girly way…?
He walked over and bowed, “I…I’m Iwamoto Hikaru. Nice to meet you…” Iwamoto clunked his own glass against the other’s - courtesy of Miyadate (liquid courage).
“Sakuma Daisuke…nice to meet you…” the other smiled shyly. For a moment they both just drank quietly until their drinks were gone and Iwamoto at least, tried to feel funny. He tried to take a step forward again but stumbled over his own feet - something that would also happen without any influence of alcohol every so often - and fell flat onto the bed.
Rolling over he was about to sit up again when he felt the bed shift a bit. Sakuma had flopped down and was giving him an amused smile, “Clumsy, or drunk?”
“…both?” he gave a sheepish laugh.
“So…” Sakuma laid down on his side, facing Iwamoto. “…we have all night…”
“We do…” Iwamoto replies and looks straight back into the other’s eyes. When he does so, he sends his resolve and everything else to hell and just grabs the other male to pull him over and into a kiss. Sakuma’s lips are pliant and soft and the other kisses back willingly.
A few minutes later both their clothes are gone - scattered all over the floor - and Iwamoto’s lips have moved from Sakuma’s to explore the rest of the other’s toned body.
“…you work out?” he whispered softly against a subtle six-pack.
Sakuma breath hitching a little bit he replied, “I dance…” Then with a smile he added, “So please be gentle with me…?”
Iwamoto chuckles and leans up to kiss that smile. “I will be. Promise.”
It turns out to be himself that he has to worry about more though because Sakuma shows him just what a skilled dancer can do with their hips and it takes all of his self-restraint to keep his promise as the other grinds down against him with each thrust, makes him go in even deeper and deeper still.
When the slender male rolls his hips down onto his again Iwamoto groans loudly and grabs Sakuma to keep him still. “I’m going to come all over you if you keep that up…” his voice sounds strained.
Sakuma smiles at him bashfully, “Sorry…? It…just feels so good…” Even though Iwamoto is holding onto his hips, he still moves them a little bit.
“God yes it does…” Iwamoto can only agree and thrusts harder.
The orgasm almost overwhelms all of his senses and he can only remember pulling out and collapsing onto the bed heavily afterwards, before wrapping his arms around Sakuma and passing out cold.
Sakuma somehow manages to pull the blankets over them before he snuggles into the lose embrace happily and falls asleep soon after, warm and satisfied.
When Sakuma wakes up again, he has a hangover from the deepest depths of hell and beyond. He immediately closes his eyes with a pained groan again the moment he opens them and curls up against the warm body next to his.
…wait…
His eyes fly open again and he almost falls out of bed when he jumps up in panic, which only makes his head almost explode with pain. “Uuugh…”
Watanabe offers him painkillers. “Daisuke-chan! Good morning!” The other’s smile is too bright and also too knowing.
“I hate you, Shota…I HATE YOU…” he glares at the other but accepts the painkillers and water. He takes several tablets - he knows he’ll regret that later but for now he has to be presentable enough to go to class - and gulps them down. After a moment, he feels a bit better already.
“…whatever happened last night…” he looked at Iwamoto next to him and smiled softly, “…I totally want his phone number…”
Grinning, Watanabe hands him a piece of paper. “I know!”
“…you knew…” Sakuma looks at the other and sighs. “I knew you did.”
“Hehe…I’m a gen-“
He cuts Watanabe off before the other can finish his sentence, “I’m making the shift-plan for the next month…you’re so going to get your beloved basement duty…” Sakuma gets off from the bed (before Watanabe can whine at him) and winces a little before he starts to collect his clothes and disappears into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
It had been a stupid idea to start with, to go to the party when he had dance classes the next day but really, when he half-limped towards the train an hour later, he couldn’t say that he regretted it.
When Iwamoto wakes up, it’s not the pretty face with the cute beauty marks but the grinning face of Watanabe Shota that he sees first. “…ugh…you rigged that lot, didn’t you?” he looked at his high school friend. “You or Date…”
“Mh? Why’d you think that?” Watanabe tilted his head over, smiling innocently.
“…you knew he was my type…plus you put something in those drinks…” Iwamoto accused the other.
Watanabe grinned, “Ha! My intuition never fails me! And it’s a good thing I made Ryota bring that extra bottle of sake along! You two…were never strong drinkers after all…”
“Only when it comes to sake…and you totally knew that…” Iwamoto sat up and held his head, trying to make the pounding headache go away. “Got any painkillers at least?”
“Hai,” Watanabe handed him some tablets and water.
When he took the offered medicine, he looked around the room and got a sinking feeling in his stomach, “He left…?” Well, he shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up…
“He left…he’s got class…but he’s left you this,” Watanabe handed the other a piece of paper.
Iwamoto blinked and unfolded the note.
Hikaru,
got your number and email address from Shota.
In case you want to contact me first though, here are my number and address.
I’m free again next Thursday.
-Daisuke
He stared at the lines and then at Watanabe again, “That’s not a prank, is it?”
“Nope. His handwriting, not mine,” Watanabe shook his head.
“…he wants to see me again…” Iwamoto looked at the message once more and then he couldn’t help but smile like a complete idiot.
“Yeah he does…now, take a shower and let’s go grab a coffee…” Watanabe waited but didn’t get any reaction. He waved his hand back and forth in front of the other’s face. Pouting he called out, “Ryota! I think I broke Hikaru…care to help me?”
Three days later, Sakuma is folding clothes and putting them back onto the rack when he suddenly finds the light from above him blocked by something, or rather someone. Tilting his head back has him looking at Iwamoto’s smiling face - upside down and his head snaps back down with a light blush.
“Iwamoto-kun…” he’s proud of himself that he’s not stuttering like a complete dork.
The other looks a bit disappointed, “Back to my last name, is it?”
“Ah…uhm… Hikaru…” Sakuma tries again and smiles bashfully. “I didn’t expect you here…I thought we weren’t meeting until my shift was over…”
Iwamoto smiled, “Oh, Shota over here volunteered to handle things all by himself so I could kidnap you for a little longer than planned…isn’t that so, Shota?”
“Eeh??” Watanabe tried to protest but then decided not to. This was his own fault after all…although he had only done it with his two friends’ well being in mind!
Sakuma re-emerged from the backroom a few moments later, wearing a thick coat and scarf. He looked at Iwamoto, who was just wearing a light jacket and scarf. “Aren’t you cold?”
“Uh…not really?” Iwamoto replied.
“…you’ll get sick! …so let’s go wherever you were planning to quickly!” Sakuma suggested.
It was almost a little weird to go on your first date after you had already slept with each other. Sakuma had to admit that it had been a weird start into their relationship but he couldn’t really complain because Iwamoto proved to be just as interesting outside of the bedroom as inside of it. He made Sakuma laugh with his sometimes silly jokes or worry and fret when he had his clumsy moments.
In return, Sakuma would take care of the other, balance out some of that clumsiness and watch over Iwamoto so that the other didn’t get sick too often - Iwamoto had a tendency to catch anything that went around and more. One of the counter measures by Sakuma had been to give the other a thicker scarf, gloves and matching hat to battle the cold, plus a jacket that Sakuma had decorated with badges and rhinestones himself.
A month or two passed like that and at the spring get together of their little circle of friends underneath the cherry trees, Sakuma was curled up in Iwamoto’s arms happily, holding a beer for them both to share while they listened to one story or the other that a tipsy Watanabe was telling the rest of them.
He was interrupted when a pair of boys made their way towards them. “Sorry we’re late!”
“…wow, not Date and Shota this time but you two?” Fukazawa grinned. “Congrats, you buy the next round of drinks.”
Sanada whined, “Eh? Really? How come they’re on time??”
Abe chuckled, “Believe it or not, they are.”
Watanabe protested, “Hey-“
Miyadate replied for his boyfriend, “We were picked up by Hikaru and Da-“
“Woah! When did Hikaru get a girlfriend?” Sanada blurted out.
Sakuma protested, “I’m not a girl!”
“…woah then you look girlier than Shota…! Ow! Yuuki! What was that for?” Sanada whined.
“…for being not subtle at all…now sit…” Nozawa sighed and pulled his boyfriend down with him. He looked at Sakuma apologetically, “Sorry.”
“…wah tall…” Sakuma blinked at Nozawa and then waved it off, “It’s…okay…”
Iwamoto nudged the other, “Oi, where are you looking?”
“…he’s too tall, don’t worry…” Sakuma smiled at the other. “You’re just right.” He reached up and pulled off Iwamoto’s fashion glasses. “And you have the nicer hair.” Tugging on a strand gently he smiled, “Are you coming over to my place after this?”
“You bet I am…” Iwamoto smiled back.
Iwamoto sits in a café with Watanabe a few weeks later. They get their coffee from a rather unenthusiastic looking waiter who salutes to them with the Vulcan greeting from Star Trek and thanks them for coming to the café in a thick Kansai accent.
They’re half-way through their drinks when Watanabe points outside, “Oh there, there!”
From one of the buildings that can be seen from the window, Sakuma and another male emerge, smiling and chatting. Sakuma looks excited, happy.
“Who is he?” Iwamoto asks, eyebrow twitching a little.
“Yamamoto Ryota. Daisuke’s senpai from dance class. He adores him!” Watanabe explained with a huge grin on his face. “When he first entered dance school he wouldn’t stop talking about the guy…and he even got private lessons from him to get up to speed and everything. Let’s go down and say hi?”
Sakuma was laughing at one of the stories Yamamoto had just told him when he spotted someone familiar down the street. His smile brightened even more.
“Hikaru! Did you come here to pick me up?” Sakuma smiles brightly at him and jogs over. Iwamoto gives a smile in return but then looks at Yamamoto.
“Ah, this is Yamamoto Ryota…he’s the one who taught me how to dance properly here at the school…he’s my senior by two years…” Sakuma introduced the other and was about to introduce Iwamoto back to Yamamoto as well but the other beat him to it.
“Iwamoto Hikaru…I’m Daisuke’s boyfriend…” he looked down at the other. Seeing that he towered over the other male, it looked slightly intimidating. And it made Sakuma blush furiously and flail like a little high school girl.
Sakuma was sulking on the other side of the table and ignoring both Iwamoto and Watanabe. The latter nudged Iwamoto’s side. “I never thought you’d be the jealous type, Hikaru!”
Iwamoto grumbled, “…it took me so long to find someone…no, to find Daisuke. I don’t want to let go of him again. Don’t you feel the same about Date?”
“Hm…” Watanabe hummed softly, “Maybe…at the beginning of our relationship? I trust him though…now…I know he’s not going to run off somewhere without me.” He smiled. “I know that if he does, he’ll come back to me eventually. He always does.”
He looked back over at Sakuma. “It takes a while to build up that trust…so don’t worry about it. And well, if you want to hear my opinion…Daisuke is too much into you to run away…it’s true that he used to have some kind of crush on Yamamoto but now I think there’s only you.”
Sakuma cleared his throat, “Don’t talk as if I can’t hear you. I heard everything.”
Watanabe laughed sheepishly, “Oops.”
“…I’m taking you away from Shota right now, Hikaru…I think his stupidity is contagious…” Sakuma grabbed Iwamoto’s hand and dragged him out of the café.
“Hey! Did you just call me stu-“ Watanabe was stopped by one of the café’s waiters.
Outside, Sakuma hid his soft blush behind his still thick scarf.
“Daisuke?” Iwamoto asked, looking down at the other. “Is something wrong?”
“…I appreciate it…” Sakuma muttered.
“Huh?”
“That you’re so protective…that you get jealous…” the shorter male elaborated. “…but Shota is right…we’ll need to learn to trust each other more…” He looked up at Iwamoto. “I promise I won’t run off with someone else…so please…please don’t worry.”
Iwamoto looked apologetic, “…sorry for…for doing that earlier…”
“It’s okay, Hikaru…it shows how much I mean to you…and that makes me happy…although really I think you should apologize to Yamamoto-senpai next time you see him…” Sakuma shook his head and smiled. “Come over to my place again tonight?”
Smile brightening, Iwamoto nodded, “Sure.”
Fandom: Mis Snow Man, cameo by Yamamoto Ryota
Pairings: Iwamoto x Sakuma, Miyadate x Watanabe, Nozawa x Sanada
Rating: NC-17 just to be safe although it's not TOO explicit
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, lime-ish
Disclaimer: The boys aren't mine. Their asses are owned by JE.
Author's Note: For talisa_ahn because she requested it after reading my drabbles over at je100. You do not have to read the drabbles to read this because all of them are incorporated in this longer piece. Now...would anybody else be so kind and write me more IwamotoxSakuma in return? Please? ♥ Or make graphics...I'd be happy about that, too. I think I need a snowman icon...
Sakuma Daisuke was 19, loved dancing and had just entered a renowned dancing school that would get him a step closer to reaching his dream of becoming a professional dancer in the future. Training was hard and at first he thought he wouldn’t be able to keep up but with a little help of one of the already established dancers at the school - Yamamoto Ryota - he had managed well enough and kept doing his best every day.
To help his family finance his endeavor, he worked part-time at a clothing store. He liked to remake old clothing and other accessories by using Swarovski rhinestones and other glitter and whatever else the little box of goodies would offer (plus lots of glue). One of his co-workers, Watanabe Shota, would take over the coordination of the clothes for their customers and get Sakuma’s “masterpieces” to the man…or woman.
Sakuma Daisuke was also 19, single and gay. Not openly around most people because it was still pretty much of a no-go in today’s society but really, a guy who loved to dance and make sparkly clothes? Sometimes he wondered how he could still fool some people. Of course he hadn’t managed to fool Watanabe but that was because the other had a boyfriend.
“…you’re so lucky to have him, Shota…how’d you do that…?” Sakuma sighed as he cleaned up the shop after they had closed for the day.
Watanabe smiled brightly, “Do you really want to hear the details of this school romance?”
“And your school is co-ed, too…” Sakuma commented and closed the cash register. “Oh by the way…Yumiko, the girl who came yesterday with the huge request to me…she’s having her bachelorette party next weekend. I know it’s weird to go there as a guy but she asked us to come…invitation letter is up on the blackboard over there. Are you going? I’d feel…weird among all the girls really…although she swears she invited more guys…plus, she said that her husband-to-be’s bachelor party is right next door in case we want to…uh…’escape’…”
Studying the letter, Watanabe replied, “I’m free…You think I could bring Ryota?”
“Just ask? I just hope she didn’t invite us because they couldn’t hire a stripper and need ‘eye-candy’…because that would be so creepy…” he shuddered.
There was a knock on the closed door. “Shota? Are you coming out? We’re late!”
“Ryotaaaa!” Watanabe smiled and grabbed his bag and coat. “That’s me for today…see you again tomorrow, Daisuke! Have fun at dance class with your Yamamoto-senpai again!” He winked and then disappeared out of the backdoor. “Coming!”
Sakuma rolled his eyes and went to put on his own jacket and scarf before shouldering his bags (his dancing gear had a separate bag of course). True, he liked Yamamoto and adored the other for his skills but that was more like hero-worship and nothing romantic…besides, even a blind guy would be able to see that Yamamoto Ryota’s heart had already been given away to someone else. Someone who was way beyond Sakuma’s reach.
He locked the store and went out into the cold night air. Shivering, he quickly made his way to the train station, hoping that one of these days he’d meet someone to keep him warm on nights like this. Or at least keep him company so he’d forget about the cold.
Iwamoto Hikaru was 18, had just finished high school and was looking to enter university in a couple of months. Tonight was the night when his group of friends from high school had decided to get together to pray for everybody’s successful future at the shrine that was close to their old school. The group included senpai and kouhai alike. He had made friends across all the years, through club activities or just by chance.
“There comes the couple…” Fukazawa Tatsuya smiled when he saw two figures running up the stairs towards the shrine.
“Sorry,” Miyadate apologized, “Shota was taking a while to come out of the shop.”
“I’m sorry!” Watanabe whined.
Fukazawa chuckled, “It’s alright, don’t worry about it…you’re here now. Let’s go and make our wishes and everything. Everyone’s here now.”
Watanabe smiled, “Ne? Does praying for everyone’s successful future include praying for a successful love-life for the other person as well?”
Everyone blinked, that was a question only Watanabe would ask.
Miyadate sighed and tugged his boyfriend along, “Do so if you must…”
“Yay!” Watanabe smiled and then looked at Iwamoto, “Ne, Hikaru, you’re still coming to Kameda-senpai’s bachelor party, aren’t you?”
Iwamoto nodded, “Yeah…I can hardly believe he’s already getting married at 20…”
“Some people are just lucky like that,” Fukazawa commented, “Others are…not so lucky?” He looked at Iwamoto with something that looked like sympathy.
Sighing, Iwamoto went to pray silently. Yes, he was 18, had just finished high school and was also single with no notable relationship so far. Every girl he had come across hadn’t really roused any interest in him and most of the boys he had actually had the courage to flirt with sort of had been taken already. He really wanted someone to hold and love… it sounded cheesy and romantic but he really wanted a ‘cozy’ and comfortable relationship like that... somebody who could make him feel less lonely.
The bachelor’s party was as one would have expected it to be. Loud, full of dirty jokes and there were tons of alcohol. Iwamoto could hold his liquor rather well and was already on his third or fourth beer by the time the ‘game’ was proposed.
“Alright, here are the rules…” Miyadate explained calmly. “We’ve made lots to determine the lucky winner…who will get to spend a whole night in one of the hotel rooms next door - yes the fancy looking hotel - with one of the participants from the bachelorette party next door! They’re doing the same thing as we speak. Gentlemen, let’s see who lady luck will be taking to her bed tonight…”
When Iwamoto unfolded his slip of paper he was already expecting it to be blank. When he found bold black letters reading ‘CONGRATULATIONS’ instead, he needed to blink for a moment before he raised his hand. “Uhm…is this supposed to be a ‘congratulations you win’ or ‘you lose’?”
“And we have ourselves a winner!”
No ten minutes later, he found himself sitting in the suite-room and waited (the couple had gotten coupons for the hotel as presents but they had only use for one of the coupons after all so they had decided to give the other one away as a fun present to their guests). He had seen some of the girls who had gone to the bachelorette party and really, he couldn’t even remember any of their faces. What would he do with a girl for a whole night? Iwamoto knew himself well enough that he couldn’t lie to people well…the girl would be sure to notice that he wasn’t really interested in her and then she’d be horribly insulted probably…
Maybe he shouldn’t have come to this party after all…or maybe he shouldn’t have participated in that game but before he had been able to think somebody had shoved the lot into his hand and made him participate.
He groaned softly and buried his face in his hands. What was he supposed to do?
Suddenly he heard steps coming closer and muffled voices. Somebody was coming.
“No, no! Let’s re-draw! This is-“ an unmistakably male voice could be heard from outside the room.
“You’ll be fine, Daisuke…the boys are all gentle…” another male voice giggled.
“Screw you, Shota…!”
“If you do that, Ryota will bite your head off…”
“…I hate you…”
Sakuma managed to stop Watanabe from pushing him all the way towards the room. He looked at the door and took a deep breath. “This is a stupid game…this is why I don’t like blind dates or matchmaking parties of all sorts…I can’t just…get locked into a hotel room for a night with some stranger!” he hissed at his friend.
“…you should learn to take risks, Daisuke…in real life I mean. You can be pretty reckless when you’re dancing but off stage you’re such a scared little kitty! And that’s exactly why you’re single…in you go!” Watanabe yanked the door open and shoved the other in.
Stumbling into the room, Sakuma barely caught himself and straightened up again. He was about to turn back around and shout insults at Watanabe but his attention was caught by the other male in the room. It took all of his self-control not to stare.
The other was quite a bit taller than him, thin but not too scrawny and had a fashionable hair-cut. His eyes were a dark chocolate brown and looked warm and loyal. Sakuma almost felt a little overwhelmed. He liked what he was seeing but he didn’t even know the other person…
Sakuma shuffled his feet a little. “…you must be shocked… a guy at a bachelorette party…” He tried to start a conversation. To give himself something to do he took a sip from the drink he was still holding - something he’d grabbed just before the lots had been drawn. He could feel the alcohol burn down his throat with a sweet aftertaste. Sake. It was the one thing he wasn’t really used to drink. Sake would go straight to his head usually but he was so nervous and felt so awkward that he kept drinking it nonetheless. It wouldn’t be able to make matters worse, would it?
“…a bit…” Iwamoto admitted but he couldn’t really say he wasn’t also relieved. Relieved or even pleasantly surprised, he would have to admit. The other male was shorter than him by a couple of centimeters, had ear-long slightly wavy hair and sported distinct beauty marks on his cheeks. He was almost inclined to call the other petite, for the lack of a better word to describe him. It was what he had been looking for in a guy. Someone gentle and maybe ‘cute’ in a not girly way…?
He walked over and bowed, “I…I’m Iwamoto Hikaru. Nice to meet you…” Iwamoto clunked his own glass against the other’s - courtesy of Miyadate (liquid courage).
“Sakuma Daisuke…nice to meet you…” the other smiled shyly. For a moment they both just drank quietly until their drinks were gone and Iwamoto at least, tried to feel funny. He tried to take a step forward again but stumbled over his own feet - something that would also happen without any influence of alcohol every so often - and fell flat onto the bed.
Rolling over he was about to sit up again when he felt the bed shift a bit. Sakuma had flopped down and was giving him an amused smile, “Clumsy, or drunk?”
“…both?” he gave a sheepish laugh.
“So…” Sakuma laid down on his side, facing Iwamoto. “…we have all night…”
“We do…” Iwamoto replies and looks straight back into the other’s eyes. When he does so, he sends his resolve and everything else to hell and just grabs the other male to pull him over and into a kiss. Sakuma’s lips are pliant and soft and the other kisses back willingly.
A few minutes later both their clothes are gone - scattered all over the floor - and Iwamoto’s lips have moved from Sakuma’s to explore the rest of the other’s toned body.
“…you work out?” he whispered softly against a subtle six-pack.
Sakuma breath hitching a little bit he replied, “I dance…” Then with a smile he added, “So please be gentle with me…?”
Iwamoto chuckles and leans up to kiss that smile. “I will be. Promise.”
It turns out to be himself that he has to worry about more though because Sakuma shows him just what a skilled dancer can do with their hips and it takes all of his self-restraint to keep his promise as the other grinds down against him with each thrust, makes him go in even deeper and deeper still.
When the slender male rolls his hips down onto his again Iwamoto groans loudly and grabs Sakuma to keep him still. “I’m going to come all over you if you keep that up…” his voice sounds strained.
Sakuma smiles at him bashfully, “Sorry…? It…just feels so good…” Even though Iwamoto is holding onto his hips, he still moves them a little bit.
“God yes it does…” Iwamoto can only agree and thrusts harder.
The orgasm almost overwhelms all of his senses and he can only remember pulling out and collapsing onto the bed heavily afterwards, before wrapping his arms around Sakuma and passing out cold.
Sakuma somehow manages to pull the blankets over them before he snuggles into the lose embrace happily and falls asleep soon after, warm and satisfied.
When Sakuma wakes up again, he has a hangover from the deepest depths of hell and beyond. He immediately closes his eyes with a pained groan again the moment he opens them and curls up against the warm body next to his.
…wait…
His eyes fly open again and he almost falls out of bed when he jumps up in panic, which only makes his head almost explode with pain. “Uuugh…”
Watanabe offers him painkillers. “Daisuke-chan! Good morning!” The other’s smile is too bright and also too knowing.
“I hate you, Shota…I HATE YOU…” he glares at the other but accepts the painkillers and water. He takes several tablets - he knows he’ll regret that later but for now he has to be presentable enough to go to class - and gulps them down. After a moment, he feels a bit better already.
“…whatever happened last night…” he looked at Iwamoto next to him and smiled softly, “…I totally want his phone number…”
Grinning, Watanabe hands him a piece of paper. “I know!”
“…you knew…” Sakuma looks at the other and sighs. “I knew you did.”
“Hehe…I’m a gen-“
He cuts Watanabe off before the other can finish his sentence, “I’m making the shift-plan for the next month…you’re so going to get your beloved basement duty…” Sakuma gets off from the bed (before Watanabe can whine at him) and winces a little before he starts to collect his clothes and disappears into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
It had been a stupid idea to start with, to go to the party when he had dance classes the next day but really, when he half-limped towards the train an hour later, he couldn’t say that he regretted it.
When Iwamoto wakes up, it’s not the pretty face with the cute beauty marks but the grinning face of Watanabe Shota that he sees first. “…ugh…you rigged that lot, didn’t you?” he looked at his high school friend. “You or Date…”
“Mh? Why’d you think that?” Watanabe tilted his head over, smiling innocently.
“…you knew he was my type…plus you put something in those drinks…” Iwamoto accused the other.
Watanabe grinned, “Ha! My intuition never fails me! And it’s a good thing I made Ryota bring that extra bottle of sake along! You two…were never strong drinkers after all…”
“Only when it comes to sake…and you totally knew that…” Iwamoto sat up and held his head, trying to make the pounding headache go away. “Got any painkillers at least?”
“Hai,” Watanabe handed him some tablets and water.
When he took the offered medicine, he looked around the room and got a sinking feeling in his stomach, “He left…?” Well, he shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up…
“He left…he’s got class…but he’s left you this,” Watanabe handed the other a piece of paper.
Iwamoto blinked and unfolded the note.
Hikaru,
got your number and email address from Shota.
In case you want to contact me first though, here are my number and address.
I’m free again next Thursday.
-Daisuke
He stared at the lines and then at Watanabe again, “That’s not a prank, is it?”
“Nope. His handwriting, not mine,” Watanabe shook his head.
“…he wants to see me again…” Iwamoto looked at the message once more and then he couldn’t help but smile like a complete idiot.
“Yeah he does…now, take a shower and let’s go grab a coffee…” Watanabe waited but didn’t get any reaction. He waved his hand back and forth in front of the other’s face. Pouting he called out, “Ryota! I think I broke Hikaru…care to help me?”
Three days later, Sakuma is folding clothes and putting them back onto the rack when he suddenly finds the light from above him blocked by something, or rather someone. Tilting his head back has him looking at Iwamoto’s smiling face - upside down and his head snaps back down with a light blush.
“Iwamoto-kun…” he’s proud of himself that he’s not stuttering like a complete dork.
The other looks a bit disappointed, “Back to my last name, is it?”
“Ah…uhm… Hikaru…” Sakuma tries again and smiles bashfully. “I didn’t expect you here…I thought we weren’t meeting until my shift was over…”
Iwamoto smiled, “Oh, Shota over here volunteered to handle things all by himself so I could kidnap you for a little longer than planned…isn’t that so, Shota?”
“Eeh??” Watanabe tried to protest but then decided not to. This was his own fault after all…although he had only done it with his two friends’ well being in mind!
Sakuma re-emerged from the backroom a few moments later, wearing a thick coat and scarf. He looked at Iwamoto, who was just wearing a light jacket and scarf. “Aren’t you cold?”
“Uh…not really?” Iwamoto replied.
“…you’ll get sick! …so let’s go wherever you were planning to quickly!” Sakuma suggested.
It was almost a little weird to go on your first date after you had already slept with each other. Sakuma had to admit that it had been a weird start into their relationship but he couldn’t really complain because Iwamoto proved to be just as interesting outside of the bedroom as inside of it. He made Sakuma laugh with his sometimes silly jokes or worry and fret when he had his clumsy moments.
In return, Sakuma would take care of the other, balance out some of that clumsiness and watch over Iwamoto so that the other didn’t get sick too often - Iwamoto had a tendency to catch anything that went around and more. One of the counter measures by Sakuma had been to give the other a thicker scarf, gloves and matching hat to battle the cold, plus a jacket that Sakuma had decorated with badges and rhinestones himself.
A month or two passed like that and at the spring get together of their little circle of friends underneath the cherry trees, Sakuma was curled up in Iwamoto’s arms happily, holding a beer for them both to share while they listened to one story or the other that a tipsy Watanabe was telling the rest of them.
He was interrupted when a pair of boys made their way towards them. “Sorry we’re late!”
“…wow, not Date and Shota this time but you two?” Fukazawa grinned. “Congrats, you buy the next round of drinks.”
Sanada whined, “Eh? Really? How come they’re on time??”
Abe chuckled, “Believe it or not, they are.”
Watanabe protested, “Hey-“
Miyadate replied for his boyfriend, “We were picked up by Hikaru and Da-“
“Woah! When did Hikaru get a girlfriend?” Sanada blurted out.
Sakuma protested, “I’m not a girl!”
“…woah then you look girlier than Shota…! Ow! Yuuki! What was that for?” Sanada whined.
“…for being not subtle at all…now sit…” Nozawa sighed and pulled his boyfriend down with him. He looked at Sakuma apologetically, “Sorry.”
“…wah tall…” Sakuma blinked at Nozawa and then waved it off, “It’s…okay…”
Iwamoto nudged the other, “Oi, where are you looking?”
“…he’s too tall, don’t worry…” Sakuma smiled at the other. “You’re just right.” He reached up and pulled off Iwamoto’s fashion glasses. “And you have the nicer hair.” Tugging on a strand gently he smiled, “Are you coming over to my place after this?”
“You bet I am…” Iwamoto smiled back.
Iwamoto sits in a café with Watanabe a few weeks later. They get their coffee from a rather unenthusiastic looking waiter who salutes to them with the Vulcan greeting from Star Trek and thanks them for coming to the café in a thick Kansai accent.
They’re half-way through their drinks when Watanabe points outside, “Oh there, there!”
From one of the buildings that can be seen from the window, Sakuma and another male emerge, smiling and chatting. Sakuma looks excited, happy.
“Who is he?” Iwamoto asks, eyebrow twitching a little.
“Yamamoto Ryota. Daisuke’s senpai from dance class. He adores him!” Watanabe explained with a huge grin on his face. “When he first entered dance school he wouldn’t stop talking about the guy…and he even got private lessons from him to get up to speed and everything. Let’s go down and say hi?”
Sakuma was laughing at one of the stories Yamamoto had just told him when he spotted someone familiar down the street. His smile brightened even more.
“Hikaru! Did you come here to pick me up?” Sakuma smiles brightly at him and jogs over. Iwamoto gives a smile in return but then looks at Yamamoto.
“Ah, this is Yamamoto Ryota…he’s the one who taught me how to dance properly here at the school…he’s my senior by two years…” Sakuma introduced the other and was about to introduce Iwamoto back to Yamamoto as well but the other beat him to it.
“Iwamoto Hikaru…I’m Daisuke’s boyfriend…” he looked down at the other. Seeing that he towered over the other male, it looked slightly intimidating. And it made Sakuma blush furiously and flail like a little high school girl.
Sakuma was sulking on the other side of the table and ignoring both Iwamoto and Watanabe. The latter nudged Iwamoto’s side. “I never thought you’d be the jealous type, Hikaru!”
Iwamoto grumbled, “…it took me so long to find someone…no, to find Daisuke. I don’t want to let go of him again. Don’t you feel the same about Date?”
“Hm…” Watanabe hummed softly, “Maybe…at the beginning of our relationship? I trust him though…now…I know he’s not going to run off somewhere without me.” He smiled. “I know that if he does, he’ll come back to me eventually. He always does.”
He looked back over at Sakuma. “It takes a while to build up that trust…so don’t worry about it. And well, if you want to hear my opinion…Daisuke is too much into you to run away…it’s true that he used to have some kind of crush on Yamamoto but now I think there’s only you.”
Sakuma cleared his throat, “Don’t talk as if I can’t hear you. I heard everything.”
Watanabe laughed sheepishly, “Oops.”
“…I’m taking you away from Shota right now, Hikaru…I think his stupidity is contagious…” Sakuma grabbed Iwamoto’s hand and dragged him out of the café.
“Hey! Did you just call me stu-“ Watanabe was stopped by one of the café’s waiters.
Outside, Sakuma hid his soft blush behind his still thick scarf.
“Daisuke?” Iwamoto asked, looking down at the other. “Is something wrong?”
“…I appreciate it…” Sakuma muttered.
“Huh?”
“That you’re so protective…that you get jealous…” the shorter male elaborated. “…but Shota is right…we’ll need to learn to trust each other more…” He looked up at Iwamoto. “I promise I won’t run off with someone else…so please…please don’t worry.”
Iwamoto looked apologetic, “…sorry for…for doing that earlier…”
“It’s okay, Hikaru…it shows how much I mean to you…and that makes me happy…although really I think you should apologize to Yamamoto-senpai next time you see him…” Sakuma shook his head and smiled. “Come over to my place again tonight?”
Smile brightening, Iwamoto nodded, “Sure.”