fic: Baby, Take Me Down (1/4)
Title: Baby, Take Me Down
Beta: pinkeuphoria1
Pairing: Pi/Kame, Kame/Jin
Word count: 34,000
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Angst, Romance, Friendship
Warnings: Cheating, sex, threesome and toys.
Notes: My entry for amigo_exchange (crossposted here), written for marlenem ♥ I spent days and days just frantically writing this and I must admit it's become kind of precious to me. Which isn't all that common :< | Accompanying piano pieces | Full soundtrack
Summary: Falling in love with the love of your best friend’s life is hard.
While waiting for the pedestrian’s light to turn green, Yamapi peers high up at the clouds soaring across the deep blue sky high above the skyscrapers and city ruckus. He examines the puffy shapes with a hint of a smile while searching for a track fitting for the situation, pressing skip repeatedly - it’s on shuffle. He has enough time to find a sumo wrestler, a lion and a smile before people start pushing past him and he realises that he should probably walk too.
He pushes the iPod back in his jeans’ pocket, shoves his fists inside the pockets of his leather jacket and keeps walking amidst the crowd, heading for his favourite café not too far from his workplace. His heart is hammering in his chest and he finds himself unable to wipe the stupid smile off his face but that’s alright - he’s got time, and it isn’t entirely bad to go there smiling, he’s sure.
He passes by a few blocks of shops, cafés and restaurants before he’s greeted by a familiar print on the window. He takes a deep breath, turns off the music, stores his iPod away in his pocket and pushes the door in. There’s a happy chime of a bell, alerting the workers of a new customer. A familiar young man walks in behind the counter from the door leading to the kitchen. He smirks at Yamapi as he makes his way to the counter.
“The usual?” Kamenashi asks him briskly. Cheese and ham toast with café au lait is what he means. He speaks more politely when his supervisor is around but Yamapi prefers it like this, with a hint of closeness and companionship only showed in the use of language. He smirks back and purses his lips, sighing deep.
“I wonder~” he says, just because, and grins at the young man. His hands are sweating a little in his pocket as he watches Kamenashi cock his eyebrow playfully, accepting the challenge. He feels like basking in the man’s attention, hopefully one day successfully slipping his number to the gorgeous cashier.
“So, I guess your taste buds have finally become numb then,” Kamenashi notes, walking to the glass displays of served cakes, pastries and sandwiches. “I would recommend the ciabatta. It’s got a very full taste and it’s fresh,” he notes with a wave of his hand. “It’s got prosciutto, mozzarella, tomato, basil and vinegar inside.”
“Wow, you really are fluent in gibberish,” Yamapi snorts amusedly. “I don’t really cook much, so,” he admits with a shrug and a grin, attempting to appear swift and exciting himself, enough to catch the man’s eye. Kamenashi takes the bread on a plate and proceeds to the checkout where he starts preparing coffee for him.
“I’ll serve you latte today, is that alright?” he asks Yamapi over his shoulder. His white button up shirt clings nicely to his hips and Yamapi has to fight the instinct to look down to check the man’s rear yet again. He’s got a pretty good one, and Yamapi could swear he’d make a model with the way all kinds of jeans sit on him.
“Hit me with your best shot,” is what Yamapi tries to joke, his voice choking a little with uncertainty. Damn it. Kamenashi laughs nevertheless, shrugging a little.
“That’d be a funnier if I served you espresso. Since it’s strong and served in a smaller glass,” he notes as he walks back with a nice bounce in his steps, aligning Yamapi’s improvised order on the tray with paper napkins and a tiny silver spoon for the latte. Yamapi tries to mumble something agreeing when Kamenashi starts typing down the information of Yamapi’s order.
“I’ll bring you the bill to the table once you’re ready,” Kamenashi promises him, sparing him a quick glance from his typing. “Take your time and enjoy your lunch.” Working mode is back on and Yamapi thanks him, taking the tray in his hand. There’s a chime behind him - another customer. As much as he’d like to just gather his courage and ask Kamenashi to join in he knows he can’t. He might be on a break, but Kamenashi is not.
He takes a seat by the window where he can count the cars driving by and observe the pedestrians. The latte is good, and the ciabatta isn’t exactly bad either. He does end up picking out the thin meat slices, whatever they were called in Kamenashi’s fancy language, but that’s only after he’s halfway through the bread.
Just as he wipes his mouth with one of the napkins the sound of Kamenashi’s boots make their way over and he raises his gaze, hands sweaty again. The man politely puts the bill on the table and winks at him with a knowing smirk, which is unusual and makes Yamapi’s heart thunder - what on earth was that?
“I hope you had a good meal, sir,” Kamenashi says with a collected yet amused voice before turning away and walking back towards the counter. Yamapi’s pretty sure he’s flushed scarlet as he takes the bill in his hand and -
There’s a phone number scribbled on the backside of the bill. Yamapi gulps and quickly puts the money down on the table before gathering his belongings. Kamenashi’s returned somewhere in the backroom, probably about to bring a new cake or breads on the display - they serve everything fresh here. A couple of other customers peer at him curiously as he walks out, digging up his phone from his pocket and saving the number there, just in case he loses the bill.
He’s made progress then and left a good impression. Must be good. He feels like calling Jin and Ryo and telling them everything, asking for help or tips for a possible upcoming date once he gets the time to properly call the given number.
He doesn’t, though - he might as well do that the next time they see each other face to face. They’ve already agreed to go out drinking Friday evening after work. He’ll tell them the juicy details then, if he manages to hold on until that.
He skips past the gates to the nursery school where he works and feels energetic enough to take care of the screaming, fighting, smartass and overly energetic children for the rest of the evening. The world is smiling and his mobile feels hot in the front pocket of his jeans for the entire day, tempting him to take a break and hope to god the number isn’t another joke and that Kamenashi’s got time for him.
--
He’s leaning out of his window with a smoke in his hand. He’s had his phone in his hand for at least ten minutes already, which he has spent looking at the lit screen with Kamenashi’s name and number written in. He doesn’t know what he should say, but simultaneously he knows exactly what he should say. Hi, it’s Yamashita here, the man you gave your number to at the café, remember? I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometimes. And it really is that simple.
Actually dialling his number and asking isn’t, though. He closes his eyes and heaves in another lungful of smoke. He releases it in spirals, tasting the bitter taste and examining the burn at the back of his throat.
Kamenashi won’t wait forever, he knows, which is exactly why he should just grow some balls and make the call already. Ryo and Jin would laugh at him and tease him, the mean friends they are. Still, Yamapi knows, Jin would probably be stuck just like him. Hypocrite.
He dials, just because the whole thought is making him feel ridiculous. He holds his breath, wondering if Kamenashi will even pick up. He looks inside to see the clock in the oven - it’s already past nine. He hopes Kamenashi isn’t one of those who crawl to bed early. He’d hate to wake him up.
“Kamenashi Kazuya,” the familiar voice answers according to the etiquette, making Yamapi’s heart jump. He draws in another puff of smoke, and coughs after doing it wrong. Shit, he’s being pathetic. “Who am I talking to?”
“Yamashita,” Yamapi stutters, heart pounding in his ears. “You gave me your number, remember?”
“Ah, you.” The man sounds delighted, which already calms him down a bit. “So, you actually called me. That’s good,” the man chuckles nervously. He’s keeping his voice down a little. Yamapi wonders if he’s alone or with some friends or family.
“Of course I called,” Yamapi insists through pursed lips. Now’s the time for him to spill the beans, too - Kamenashi’s the one receiving the call, so he’s entitled to be the one to ask. He closes his eyes and counts to three, gathering courage. He doesn’t have the time to open his mouth before Kamemashi continues, though.
“Are you busy?” he asks him with a serious but amused voice. Yamapi’s heart skips a beat - now? He’d expected something like this weekend. “I’m busy tomorrow and I’d really like to see you. I can come over, if that’s alright.”
“It… Of course,” Yamapi mutters, trying to clear his head. “I’m busy tomorrow too. I just thought I’d call now. So that you won’t have to wait,” he laughs a bit. Kamenashi’s laughing too at the other end of the line. “So… you want to come over? It’s already nine,” he notes. “I’ve got work tomorrow.”
“Just a quickie,” Kamenashi insists breathlessly. “I want to see you.” When did they get here, at this stage? Yamapi butts the cigarette to the wall and flicks it somewhere down without a care. Kamenashi’s words are arousing and he wonders where this whole thing is going.
“I can text you my address,” he offers. This whole encounter is already thrilling, like a love about to explode in full bloom. He thinks he can even call in sick tomorrow to experience this, if it’s necessary. He feels oddly out of control. “Is that alright?”
“Yes. I have a GPS,” Kamenashi informs him. He sounds eager and on the verge of desperation. Yamapi wonders if he should tidy up a bit. “Text me then, will you? I’ll come over. Is it alright if I won’t bring anything?”
“It’s alright,” Yamapi assures him. “It’s late already. If we feel like something I’ve got… something here,” he tries to mumble nervously, palms sweating as he closes the window and glances around his place anxiously - it’s a bit untidy. “I’ll text you. So… umm… see you soon?”
“See you soon,” Kamenashi assures him before he cuts the call. Yamapi curses and texts his address quickly. After a few seconds there’s a buzz and an OK as an answer, no indication of how long it will take for the man to arrive.
Yamapi decides it’s time to wash the dishes at least, if nothing else. He gets to work, hands shaky as he tries to rush the whole thing in case Kamenashi’s somewhere nearby. Minutes pass, though, and then half an hour. He wonders if he should text the man jokingly to hurry up but he won’t in case the man is driving or something. If it isn’t a joke, he’ll arrive as fast as he can. He shouldn’t push it.
God, he wants to push it. He has time to put the laundry away from his bedroom too, and pile the few books on his table neatly. Time passes infuriatingly slowly. He doesn’t even know what to expect, what an earth Kamenashi would want with a quickie other than possibly kissing and sex. The thought makes him warm up awkwardly.
The sound of a buzzer alerts him back to reality and he rushes over to his door. He presses the button nervously, palms sweaty. He has to get it under control. He’s not that desperate, seriously.
“Yamashita Tomohisa,” he says clearly to the microphone and waits for an answer that arrives almost immediately. His heart skips a beat. It’s thrilling.
“Hi, it’s Kamenashi,” the younger man informs him. He’s trying to sound cheery but fails to hide the awkwardness. It’s probably a good sign that he’s not the only one here who’s nervous. They’ve been eyeing each other long enough already. It’s kind of on the verge of serious. “The door is locked.”
Yamapi presses the key button and hears the loud buzz through the speakers. “Ah,” Kamenashi notes. “Thank you. I’ll be right up.” The connection cuts and the electric rustle silences. Yamapi’s nervous - he doesn’t leave the foyer. It’s quite clean and things are in order so there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, he hopes.
He hopes Kamenashi hurries up. There’s this strong feeling of desire building up that makes him feel quite out of control. It’s all good, though - what would a relationship be without passion? He’s not sure if he wants that. It’s important that it doesn’t stay just as passion, but it’s still an important factor to keep the flames up.
It takes maybe a minute of fidgeting and fixing his hair before the doorbell rings. Yamapi counts slowly to three. He isn’t going to appear like a freak, opening right away. He doesn’t want to scare the young man away.
He sneaks a peek through the peep-hole. Kamenashi looks gorgeous, once again. He should catch him with his casual clothing more often.
Alright. Three. He opens the door with a smirk on his face which Kamenashi mirrors as soon as he sees it. He steps in slowly and temptingly, looking at him from under his short eyelashes. He looks humoured. Perhaps a bit tense but he’s letting his body run on automatic.
Yamapi makes way for him and closes the door once he steps in. Kamenashi removes his boots and sets them by the wall before standing up. His breath is hot against Yamapi’s face and his lips visibly quiver like he wouldn’t be exactly sure why he’s here.
The sexual tension is impossible. Yamapi hawks and steps out of the foyer to lead Kamenashi further inside his apartment. Kamenashi looks around curiously but his eyes seem to always find their way back to him. Yamapi feels constantly evaluated. It isn’t bad though, because Kamenashi’s still here.
“It’s nice you could come,” Yamapi tries to start some small talk, hoping it’ll catch on. Kamenashi’s eyes shift back to him from the bathroom door. “Was the trip okay?”
“Piece of cake,” Kamenashi smirks. “I guess buying the navigator was worth it. It’s difficult to read maps when you’re driving alone.” He’s laughing and Yamapi feels more at ease. He takes in the firm curves of Kamenashi’s muscled body, imagines what it would feel like to press his palms against his skin and keep him close.
“Hmm,” Kamenashi drags on his exhale and jumps to sit on the kitchen table, eyes taking in the surroundings. He’s clad in a pair of black low rise boot-cut jeans with a brown skull belt. The naked skin of his lower abdomen is peaking from under his Rolling Stones t-shirt, making Yamapi bite his lip nervously. He’s swooned beyond belief. “So…”
“So,” Yamapi repeats the word, tasting the syllable that Kamenashi just spoke through his thin yet plump lips. He’s feeling subtly aroused and Kamenashi spreads his legs a little, peering at him seductively from under his messy brown fringe. “So…”
Kamenashi laughs. It chimes in the room but the sound is slightly dull. He licks his lips nervously and his gaze averts. Yamapi starts worrying and gulps, wondering if he should walk closer to Kamenashi or offer him a cool drink or something, perhaps even suggest they go somewhere outside.
“You want it?” Kamenashi asks him sharply, cocking his head a little while he nervously swings his legs back and forth. Yamapi feels flustered as he stares at the man, well aware of the nature of his offer. “I want it,” Kamenashi continues, squeezing the edge of the table with his hands.
“I want it,” Yamapi admits, kind of pleased about the direction they’re taking. Casual and intimate is good and it means that they really do share chemistry which is nice to figure out already at the very beginning. Kamenashi’s throwing his head back a little invitingly, his lips parted and chest rising heavily. “Now?” Yamapi decides to confirm and Kamenashi nods as an answer, giving him a predatory glare. He looks like he’s decided on having something, and he’s going to push his way through no matter what it takes. “Okay then,” Yamapi chuckles nervously and walks closer, lets Kamenashi sink his stubby fingers in his hair and pull him closer. Their breaths softly echo between them and Yamapi smirks, tilting his head a little.
Kamenashi’s eyelids fall closed and he exhales heavily as he wraps his legs suggestively around Yamapi. Their noses bump and lips collide, soft skin pressing against the certain harshness. Yamapi parts his lips a little and Kamenashi deepens the kiss, his tongue first swiftly licking Yamapi’s lips and teeth before reaching out for his tongue. There’s a tremble, no, two - both of their bodies are vibrating in unison as Kamenashi’s eyes crack open a little again and he sucks in some of the saliva with a wet sound, withdrawing his tongue. His breath tickles Yamapi’s lips and dries them a little, forcing him to lick them before catching Kamenashi’s lower lip between his teeth and pulling before sucking on it, running his palms up the other man’s muscular back.
One of Kamenashi’s hands remains tugging on Yamapi’s hair, the heel of the man’s palm digging to his nape. The other hand, however, is travelling downwards on Yamapi’s chest, lifting his shirt up a little and dipping the index finger in the belly button while the thumb rubs a circle lower on the skin where Yamapi feels some hair standing on edge just above the brim of his boxers.
Yamapi exhales deeply and brushes Kamenashi’s earlobe with his lips. The man grinds up against him and seems to lure him closer. He gulps and finds his lips again, feeling Kamenashi fumbling with his belt. He pulls it out of the loops and drops it to the floor with a thud, eyes clouded with lust.
Yamapi slips his fingers down and into his pants, causing the man to arch and breathe heavier. Kamenashi’s legs are parted and his whole body is screaming for Yamapi to just get closer and ravish him because it’s exactly what he’s made for. He lets his fingers sink in the soft flesh of the man’s muscular buttocks as he moans to the kiss eagerly, deeply sunk in Kamenashi’s mouth who’s breathing through his nose and making choking noises, saliva running down to his chin.
When he pulls away Kamenashi’s already gotten his pants pooled down to his knees. The look in his eyes is dark and lusty, almost predatory as he pulls his own t-shirt off, revealing his toned chest and tiny pink nipples. Yamapi brushes them swiftly with his thumbs and smooches the man’s lips again. Their breaths are getting ragged and noisy and he’s so aroused he doesn’t feel like playing around with this.
“Bedroom?” Kamenashi gasps, his palms brushing Yamapi’s nape and shoulders seductively. Yamapi lets out a shaky laugh and withdraws, pulling Kamenashi along. The man lands down from the table on his feet and watches him, not really breaking into a smile but looking kind of wondrous.
It’s the start of a good romance, Yamapi thinks contently as he kicks his jeans off and leads Kamenashi to the bedroom. He pulls his own shirt off and hears the rustle of Kamenashi’s jeans and briefs simultaneously falling to the ground. The man discards his socks as well before pushing Yamapi to sit on the bed.
“Nasty…” Yamapi teases him with a thick murmur and catches his lips for another hasty kiss. He circles his arms around the man’s back and feels him crawling on his lap, eyes closed and cheeks flushed. Yamapi gropes his ass and grits his teeth together, enjoying the feel of their crotches pressing together. Kamenashi’s hands snake around his shoulders to first circle over his shoulder blades, fingers barely touching. Then he attacks Yamapi’s neck with soft kisses and withdraws his hands to get them to his back where he takes in the feel of firm muscles.
Somehow the dominance from the situation slips to Kamenashi. He’s pushed flat on his chest to the mattress as Kamenashi rubs infuriatingly teasing but oh so good circles to his neck, fingers sinking to his hair and tugging a little. His crotch is pressing hotly against Yamapi’s buttocks and he’s successfully making Yamapi writhe like he wouldn’t have had sex in months.
Kamenashi yanks his boxers roughly to his knees and Yamapi gulps. He hasn’t been on this side of a homosexual intercourse in quite a while and even though he knows it can be good, it makes him nervous and fidgety every time. He tries to reach for his nightstand cupboard to hand some lube over to Kamenashi but the man doesn’t notice his failed attempt as he’s on his knees, kissing his way down the curve of Yamapi’s back towards his buttocks which he spreads slightly with his hands.
He’s good. He’s really working, searching for the spots that make it good for him. The man moans a little as he kisses his sack. Yamapi parts his legs more to give him better access under his legs. A hand caresses his awakening erection back and forth for a few times before it lets go and Yamapi groans in frustration, aching for contact.
Kamenashi presses his own awakening erection against his buttocks and leans over him, pushing him down on his elbows. His body is hot and moist as he presses a languid kiss between Yamapi’s shoulder blades. He’s rocking his hips and Yamapi feels himself growing more and more aroused. There’s a sensitive spot in his shoulder which Kamenashi discovers with his fingers. His breathing is heavy and ragged behind him and face perfectly out of his sight. It’s amazing how he manages to be so infuriatingly desirable even when he isn’t visible. There’s just something about his body language.
Kamenashi withdraws again shakily. Yamapi looks back, sees him stroking himself to firm his erection more for the act. He sits on the bed and turns around to sink his fingers in Kamenashi’s hair, running them up his nape. He pulls the man closer and keeps him at a distance where they can barely kiss if they really push it, which Kamenashi does. It’s working on him like magic as their tongues touch out of their mouths. Kamenashi’s eyes are half lidded as he stares into Yamapi’s.
“Fuck,” the man curses, out of breath. Yamapi moves to kiss his shoulders all over, one hand resting firmly on the man’s thigh as the other one moves on his shaft. He strokes the tip with his thumb and takes in its shape before pulling on the skin, making Kamenashi wince erotically. “Shit,” the man continues and gasps, observing Yamapi as he runs his hands down his sides and gets on his knees on the mattress to kneel down towards his crotch. He’s starting to stand very proudly as Yamapi takes the tip in his mouth and wets it, hands returning to stroke the base. “Deeper,” Kamenashi gasps his request. His hips are shaky and stomach quivers as Yamapi follows the order, drawing back to take a breath before sinking down as low as he can handle.
Kamenashi’s whole body trembles and his back arches backwards. He’s supporting himself with his hands as Yamapi sucks and licks, bopping up and down. There’s a whimper and a moan and Kamenashi’s throwing his head back as he increases the speed of the motion.
He removes himself before Kamenashi can come, though, leaving the man hanging. He’s out of it now, so filled with need he doesn’t seem to be able to think anything else but what he desperately needs. He turns Yamapi around again and positions him on his knees in front of him. Yamapi’s breathing heavily, making encouraging sounds whenever Kamenashi’s hand brushes him somewhere.
“Lube and condoms are there,” he notes breathlessly, pointing at the drawer. Kamenashi leaves him to go through it with shaky hands. There’s rustling and then he withdraws his hand, having picked up the proper props for the intercourse.
There’s a sound of unwrapping plastic, sharp and intrusive. Yamapi presses his forehead against the mattress, mentally preparing himself for what’s to come. A squirting sound - oh yeah, he’s supposed to buy more of that stuff since it’s already running out. The lube feels cold against his flushed skin as Kamenashi spreads it helpfully, dipping one finger in and twisting it to rub him from the inside. He swallows harshly but it isn’t bad - there’s enough lube and Kamenashi’s finger feels experienced, determined to make him feel good.
Another finger prods the rim of muscles and pushes in. Kamenashi’s other hand is on his cock, fisting it to keep the heat up. Yamapi turns his head so that his cheek lies on the pillow. His back is curved, the muscles flexed as his upper chest rests and takes in the ministrations. Kamenashi’s fingers are scissoring him and then there’s a third finger to help out, make sure the task won’t be impossible. It shouldn’t be - Yamapi has to admit in his head that he’s had bigger, but it’s not the point here and Kamenashi’s seriously got nothing to worry about.
Kamenashi removes his fingers and spreads his buttocks, one-handed. His other hand guides his member in while Yamapi holds his breath, feels the slick slide that fills him deep. Kamenashi’s hips press against the relaxed muscles of his ass and he rocks a little, testing out the lubrication. It’s good, doesn’t hurt much, Kamenashi’s stretched him properly.
It’s not exactly a loving and devouring act. Kamenashi’s fingers are clenching his hips as he rams inside him harshly. Yamapi groans loudly with his eyes closed, taking it all in. Kamenashi quickly finds the right angles and speeds, he slows down just at the right spot and jerks his hips to push deeper in.
Yamapi reaches his hand down to fist his erection. He doesn’t go with the rhythm, doesn’t care about the rhythm, desperate for more. He turns his head to see Kamenashi - his lips are parted and eyes half-lidded as he moves his hips. He’s dripping sweat and his hair is starting to stick to his skin.
“Hnngh,” Yamapi moans and pushes back to Kamenashi, starting to feel his orgasm building up quickly. The world around him is dissolving fast as he loses it to the feeling of harsh intimacy. He finishes with a cry and breathes heavily with his forehead pressed against the pillow. Kamenashi whimpers softly before pulling out and taking support of his lower back with his hands, panting heavily.
Yamapi rolls over and watches as Kamenashi removes the plastic condom from his softening member. He wipes himself clean to Yamapi’s sheets and Yamapi helpfully points the bin to him. Kamenashi doesn’t bother getting off the bed as he flicks the dirtied plastic successfully in. The wrappers are lost somewhere in the bundle of sheets. Neither of them seems too eager to look for them, though, so Yamapi decides to only wipe his own stomach clean before pulling Kamenashi close for another kiss. He brushes the man’s fringe back to reveal his thin eyebrows and lusty eyes.
“That was a good quickie,” he notes amusedly as Kamenashi sits on his lap and kisses his neck, still slightly out of breath. He guides Kamenashi back to his lips and sucks on them weakly, enjoying the physical closeness. Kamenashi feels good when he’s got his arms wrapped around him.
“Can I stay the night?” Kamenashi asks him between the short kisses. “Just tonight,” he adds, fingers snaking themselves under Yamapi’s nape. He feels comfortable, warm and fuzzy. Their chemistry sure is working. He likes it better like this.
“Stay,” he agrees and Kamenashi rolls over to lie beside him. “Do you have work tomorrow?” he questions him and Kamenashi nods, closing his eyes tiredly. “When are you waking up? My alarm rings at six thirty.”
“I’ll wake up on my own,” Kamenashi yawns and stretches before scratching his lower abdomen and sinking better to the sheets. “I’ve got a good biological clock,” he explains and cracks one eye open to look at Yamapi. “I haven’t had an alarm in a few years. Never woke up late.”
“Alright then,” Yamapi sighs and wraps his arms around the other man, pulling him against his chest. His heart is drumming nervously again but everything is going smoothly - he shouldn’t worry so much, not when they’re obviously hitting it off well. Kamenashi buries his face in his chest. The flutter of his eyelashes tickles his skin.
“Good night,” Yamapi finally whispers, one arm above Kamenashi’s head and one curled around his mid-body. “Rest well.” There’s a muffled sound, probably Kamenashi’s answer. It makes him smile a little. He’s falling hard and fast, nearing the clouds of euphoria as he slowly drifts off.
When his alarm rings, Kamenashi is already gone. Yamapi can’t resist texting him quickly to wish him a good day at work with a wink before getting to his morning chores. He’s so dosed up on hormones he’s sure to get all giddy with the children at work. Not a bad way to start the day at all.
--
Friday evening is all good, even though Kamenashi is constantly in his mind, confusing him. He’s on his second pint of beer and the sensation of tipsiness is gently buzzing through his veins. Ryo’s starting to notice the slim girl at the next table and is looking quite distracted while Jin fidgets on his seat nervously, checking his wristwatch.
“He’s just a bit late, missed the metro,” he mumbles, his mojito sitting on the table untouched. His new boyfriend is what he means, the one he announced he has a couple of days before, asking if he can bring him over to introduce him. “He says he’s sorry he’s late,” he informs them too, skimming through a text on his mobile. “Try not to bring it up too much, will you? He’s pretty strained about it already, he really wants to leave a good impression…”
“We don’t mind, we’re not going anywhere,” Ryo sighs, starting to cease being amused by Jin’s blabbering and instead growing annoyed. “He’ll get here so chill out. It’s not like we’re always on schedule either. Public transportation can be shitty sometimes.”
“We really don’t mind,” Yamapi agrees, and he doesn’t. He’s curious about Jin’s new date because Jin really hasn’t talked that much about him and it’s been quite a while since he’s announced any relations with a man, even though he’s openly bisexual. He has a feeling nothing can ruin his good mood, though - he’s got Kamenashi’s phone number and he’s wondering if he should call him tonight or tomorrow again, ask if his Friday evening was pleasant. He didn’t make it to the café during lunch tonight because a kid got sick at work. He hopes Kamenashi isn’t thinking he’s rejecting him already. He has to make sure he isn’t.
“Aren’t you chirpy today,” Ryo notes, trying to switch the topic to anything but the late arrival of Jin’s date. “What’s up with you?”
Yamapi’s cheeks heat up a little as he takes another gulp, trying to keep his delight to himself. He’s caught the attention of his friends now, though, and they’re starting to grin knowingly. “Ooh, is this about the café boy?” Jin picks up the teasing immediately, knowing the story way too well already. “Did you go and confess?”
“Not exactly…” Yamapi shrugs nervously and sets his beer down, trying to look chill and cool and worthy of a gorgeous man. He might be failing miserably, though. It’s hard to stay cool when you’re about to burst. “He just sort of walked over and gave me his number written on the bill.”
“Smooth,” Ryo whistles. “He beat you to it, then. You probably weren’t very discreet with your staring.”
“Shut up,” Yamapi mumbles and hides behind his beer again, heart thumping. The teasing is good-hearted, though, and he doesn’t mind because he does have Kamenashi’s number now. He’s not just wailing about a crush, he’s actually gotten his crush this time. Life couldn’t be any better.
He’s just about to open his mouth to continue his story before he gets interrupted by Jin stretching his neck to see better to the door, stealing the attention. Ryo’s curiously checking it too. Yamapi feels neglected and mistreated.
“Oh, he’s here,” Jin notes, quickly dropping the lime he’d been eating to his cocktail glass and waving his hand in invitation. “About time,” he tries to laugh nervously as he grins at his friends. Yamapi turns on his seat to see the approaching figure pushing through the crowd. The piano plays to the sound of his footsteps.
He feels his stomach sinking, though, as he identifies the figure. The ripped denim clings comfortably to the young man’s hips and his black V-neck has a slimming cut. The endless bracelets with colourful wooden pearls climb up his forearms and his eyebrows raise a little as he stares at Yamapi. He looks a little pale and Yamapi has a feeling it isn’t the light. Not really.
“This is Kame,” Jin mumbles and motions awkwardly at Kamenashi with his hand and suddenly the piece locks into place - Kame as in Kamenashi. He had failed to make that connection before, hadn’t expected Kame to be… Kamenashi.
They’ve been dating for quite a while now, for all Yamapi knows. He knows just a bit more too. Something he’s had a part in without fully acknowledging the situation.
Kamenashi has cheated. Jin’s boyfriend isn’t faithful.
“Nice to meet you. Finally,” Kamenashi snorts and ruffles Jin’s hair a little before pulling himself a chair next to his boyfriend. Yamapi notices that he hasn’t turned his eyes away for too long and Jin is starting to narrow his eyes suspiciously, disliking his staring. Shit, Jin is possessive. He’s fucking screwed. His cries of ‘But I didn’t know!’ are sure to ring to deaf ears if his friends ever finds out about last night.
“Hello,” Ryo greets Kamenashi with a smirk and hands the drink menu over to him. “I’ll pay for the first one, pick anything you like. It’s about time we finally got to see you. Jin’s been hiding you from us.”
“He has now, huh,” Kamenashi notes and gives Jin a serious look Yamapi can’t read. Jin’s lips tighten and there’s something stiff and uncomfortable for a moment even after Kamenashi breaks the eye contact and opens the menu, keeping his face visible to them. “I’ll have a strawberry daiquiri. If that’s alright.”
“That’s Ryo,” Jin finally realises to introduce his friends. “Nishikido Ryo. And that there is Pi. I’ve talked about them.”
“Yeah, I recall,” Kamenashi nods understandingly, his eyes snapping back at Yamapi. They’re narrowed, calculating, even accusing. Yamapi gulps and takes a sip of his drink to hide his silence. “Pi, huh?”
“Yamashita Tomohisa,” Yamapi coughs a bit, just in case Kamenashi thinks he’s swindled him somehow. He wipes the droplets of his beer from around his mouth with the back of his hand, heart hammering like the doom day would be near. “People call me Pi or Yamapi. It’s because of an incident in elementary school. With pink costumes. You know.”
Kamenashi blinks, connecting the dots - they’ve both failed to recognize each other because all the information they’d previously had about each other from Jin was a nickname. So Kamenashi didn’t intentionally swoon one of his boyfriend’s best friends then, huh. He looks like he’s as stiff and as nervous as Yamapi, only better at hiding it.
Jin throws his hand over Kamenashi’s shoulders possessively, bringing him closer to himself with a pat on the shoulder and a nervous grin. “You’re nervous,” he notes and Kamenashi laughs, making a face and pouting.
“It’s the first time I’m meeting them,” Kamenashi tries to justify his apparently odd behaviour. “You’ve been keeping me from them for quite a while, can’t I be a bit nervous? Give me a few minutes, I’ll get it together,” he laughs and glances at Ryo and Yamapi in humoured apology. “I’m not that much of a girl.”
“Yamapi, will you go and order that daiquiri for Kame?” Ryo suggests with a dismissive throw of his wallet to his friend who barely catches it. “Since I’m paying for it. So, Kame… How long on earth have you bothered with this idiot?”
There’s an offended cry of “Hey!” and an unison of laughter as Yamapi stands up, eager to get away for a moment to clear his head and get himself back together. He’s already mumbled his excuse and started walking away from the table when Kamenashi answers to Ryo’s question, voice fading with every step away from him - “Officially for four months. Unofficially… on and off for… how many years? Eight?”
“Damn it,” Yamapi mumbles as the voices fade. He glances back at the stage - a young but hopeful guitarist is getting booed down from the stage. His voice is cracking under the pressure, and he doesn’t look older than twenty-one. Yamapi swallows the lump in his throat and shakes his head a little, heading towards the bar counter, smiling politely at the barista just pouring a tall glass of beer for a middle-aged man in a suit.
“Good evening,” she greets him as she finally manages to make her way over to him. Yamapi greets her back, the courteous man he is, and places his order for Kamenashi’s drink. He sinks back into his thoughts again, glancing at the table barely visible from amidst the masses of people, sees Jin watch Kamenashi intently while Kamenashi’s hand rests somewhere beyond his vision, probably on Jin’s thigh.
There it goes again. His adoration for someone, all for nothing. He sighs as the daiquiri arrives and digs for money in Ryo’s pocket, finally realising its contents cover barely half of the price - that jerk, he definitely did it on purpose. He digs out his own wallet from his pocket and pays for the rest, thanks the barista with an appreciative smile and starts heading back.
Well, it’s over then. His promising start of a blooming romance is gone. That’s about it. It happens. He’s wasted his time once again, wasted months and months sitting in the café just to watch the man from afar, see him smile, laugh, converse with people and throw out difficult customers. He grimaces at the now painful memories as he makes his way back and sets the glass on the table absently before crashing back to his chair.
“Aren’t you looking sour,” Jin notes with a humoured laughter. Kamenashi leans forward to grab his drink from the table. His “thank you” gets lost somewhere with Jin’s attention-needy voice. “What, some lady turned you down?”
“Someone,” Yamapi comes up with an excuse and points at Ryo accusingly, “apparently didn’t have enough cash for the drink.”
“Thanks, bro,” Ryo smirks at him knowingly and winks at Kamenashi who chuckles amusedly, the straw from his drink between his lips as he sucks in the sweet and fresh liquid. “I knew you’d step in to take care of the rest.”
“You owe me,” Yamapi insists and Jin grimaces, trying to cut the argument short just because he’s trying to look good in front of his cheating boyfriend. And he’s being too bitter, still. “I’m not bathing in money!”
“Can’t you even try to behave? Just once?” Jin wails. Kamenashi’s laughing though, looking quite amused at their odd group dynamics. He’s starting to relax already, or maybe he’s gotten his mask properly intact again.
Yamapi pouts and Ryo winks at Jin as he takes a long chug of his beer. Jin rubs his hands together and Kamenashi drinks from the straw of his drink. Jin whispers something in Kamenashi’s ear that he doesn’t quite manage to catch and Kamenashi smirks and rolls his eyes. He looks amused though, and Jin grins, well aware of it even with the act Kamenashi is putting up.
They’ve got chemistry, it’s visible even from afar. Jin’s eyes are sparkling and he looks slightly electrified, eager to be physically close to his date. It makes him a little sick, knowing Kamenashi’s true nature. He worries for Jin’s heart - there has been talk about years of knowing each other. Things like that hardly ever are light.
“Get a room, lovebirds,” Ryo snorts, attempting to make eye contact with a girl next table. He’s not very discreet about it, but she seems a bit too busy chatting up a guy in her table. Ryo’s never been fast at giving up, though. “We’re not here to watch you suck each other’s faces.”
“We’re not even kissing,” Jin defends himself and Kamenashi laughs vibrantly before pulling Jin in for a brief kiss that doesn’t get too intimate. Yamapi’s chest tightens and he drinks more of his beer before starting to think whether it’s such a good idea after all - he probably shouldn’t get piss drunk for this, who knows what he might do.
Jin looks giddy as he wrap his arm around Kamenashi’s shoulder again, keeping their positions intimate without being too shameless because they do have company and the point isn’t for them to just greet each other before the pair disappears into some bathroom for a shag. From what it sounds like, Kamenashi’s really wanted to meet them for a longer time too. He doesn’t look easy to fool away, even with Jin’s charms.
“So, Yamapi,” Jin continues the conversation loudly to attract everyone’s attention. The man winks at his boyfriend and Kamenashi looks genuinely interested, even with the nervousness. “Your story got kind of interrupted… He has this crush,” the man continues recapping everything to his boyfriend as Yamapi visibly pales. “Some guy from a café, he got his number and stuff.”
“Ah,” Yamapi mumbles.
Kamenashi’s starting to look a bit stiff too. “Is that so?” he speaks and turns to look at Yamapi, side by side with Jin. It doesn’t look like he’s about to save him from the dangerous situation, though. Not at all. Their eyes meet but Yamapi can’t read them. He doesn’t know what he should do. Yamapi doesn’t think he’s ever been so embarrassed and humiliated, and he’s gone through a lot thanks to his friends. “That’s… nice, isn’t it?”
“Y-yeah,” Yamapi stutters and looks around, trying to think of a way out. He sure as hell isn’t going to confess and hopes to god that’s not what Kamenashi has on his mind either. He looks at Ryo who looks predatory. He likes gossip about chicks and men, when it comes to his friends.
“Did you call him?”
“You did, right? Tell us you did!”
“Tell us everything!”
The world spins and it’s hard to know who’s talking and what tone they have. He feels ridiculed. He needs to get out of this mess, fast. He meets Kamenashi’s gaze. The man’s been quiet. His hands are curled in tight fists on his knees.
“I called,” Yamapi cuts the eager voices of his friends. They snicker and make faces at each other, teasing him constantly. It usually doesn’t feel this bad. “It… Wrong number. Some kind of prank,” he nods with an assuring tone and takes another gulp of his beer to calm down his nerves. “What an asshole.”
Kamenashi raises his eyebrows, looking amused while Ryo and Jin wail in disbelief and sympathy. “Oww, that’s too bad,” he notes and his voice makes Yamapi sick to his gut. He’s sitting right there and acting like such a fucking hypocrite it’s making him mad. “Better luck next time?”
“Yeah,” Jin nods and gets up on his feet. “I’ll get you a drink. I’ll pay,” he assures and smiles at Kamenashi. “Poor guy needs a drink, he’s been talking about this guy for months.” Kamenashi nods in understanding. His hands aren’t fisted anymore - he’s taken his drink back to his hands from the table and he’s stirring its contents with the straw. “You three, just keep talking. I’ll be right back, okay?”
“Sure thing, Bakanishi,” Ryo exclaims and he laughs together with Kamenashi as Jin whacks his head before storming off, cheeks flushed. Yamapi kind of misses the moment but no one pays attention - Ryo probably thinks it’s because he’s still preoccupied with his rejection from the café boy, namely Kamenashi.
“So, Kamenashi,” Ryo says with a smirk dancing on his lips. “Are you planning on staying around?”
“You bet,” Kamenashi laughs and picks up a mashed strawberry from his drink with his straw to eat it. “You’ll be seeing me around more from now on. Don’t worry, I’m not going to stick to Jin like a leech, but you know. I’d like to hang around every now and then. See his friends a little too.”
“Welcome to our bar nights, then,” Ryo announces and they cheer all together. Yamapi feels panicky thinking about Kamenashi being around so much from now on when it’s already so hard and wrong now. He feels panic creeping up - can he do this without getting caught?
“Welcome around,” he mumbles and empties his pint. There’s no way this can have a good ending.
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--> part 2/4
Beta: pinkeuphoria1
Pairing: Pi/Kame, Kame/Jin
Word count: 34,000
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, Angst, Romance, Friendship
Warnings: Cheating, sex, threesome and toys.
Notes: My entry for amigo_exchange (crossposted here), written for marlenem ♥ I spent days and days just frantically writing this and I must admit it's become kind of precious to me. Which isn't all that common :< | Accompanying piano pieces | Full soundtrack
Summary: Falling in love with the love of your best friend’s life is hard.
While waiting for the pedestrian’s light to turn green, Yamapi peers high up at the clouds soaring across the deep blue sky high above the skyscrapers and city ruckus. He examines the puffy shapes with a hint of a smile while searching for a track fitting for the situation, pressing skip repeatedly - it’s on shuffle. He has enough time to find a sumo wrestler, a lion and a smile before people start pushing past him and he realises that he should probably walk too.
He pushes the iPod back in his jeans’ pocket, shoves his fists inside the pockets of his leather jacket and keeps walking amidst the crowd, heading for his favourite café not too far from his workplace. His heart is hammering in his chest and he finds himself unable to wipe the stupid smile off his face but that’s alright - he’s got time, and it isn’t entirely bad to go there smiling, he’s sure.
He passes by a few blocks of shops, cafés and restaurants before he’s greeted by a familiar print on the window. He takes a deep breath, turns off the music, stores his iPod away in his pocket and pushes the door in. There’s a happy chime of a bell, alerting the workers of a new customer. A familiar young man walks in behind the counter from the door leading to the kitchen. He smirks at Yamapi as he makes his way to the counter.
“The usual?” Kamenashi asks him briskly. Cheese and ham toast with café au lait is what he means. He speaks more politely when his supervisor is around but Yamapi prefers it like this, with a hint of closeness and companionship only showed in the use of language. He smirks back and purses his lips, sighing deep.
“I wonder~” he says, just because, and grins at the young man. His hands are sweating a little in his pocket as he watches Kamenashi cock his eyebrow playfully, accepting the challenge. He feels like basking in the man’s attention, hopefully one day successfully slipping his number to the gorgeous cashier.
“So, I guess your taste buds have finally become numb then,” Kamenashi notes, walking to the glass displays of served cakes, pastries and sandwiches. “I would recommend the ciabatta. It’s got a very full taste and it’s fresh,” he notes with a wave of his hand. “It’s got prosciutto, mozzarella, tomato, basil and vinegar inside.”
“Wow, you really are fluent in gibberish,” Yamapi snorts amusedly. “I don’t really cook much, so,” he admits with a shrug and a grin, attempting to appear swift and exciting himself, enough to catch the man’s eye. Kamenashi takes the bread on a plate and proceeds to the checkout where he starts preparing coffee for him.
“I’ll serve you latte today, is that alright?” he asks Yamapi over his shoulder. His white button up shirt clings nicely to his hips and Yamapi has to fight the instinct to look down to check the man’s rear yet again. He’s got a pretty good one, and Yamapi could swear he’d make a model with the way all kinds of jeans sit on him.
“Hit me with your best shot,” is what Yamapi tries to joke, his voice choking a little with uncertainty. Damn it. Kamenashi laughs nevertheless, shrugging a little.
“That’d be a funnier if I served you espresso. Since it’s strong and served in a smaller glass,” he notes as he walks back with a nice bounce in his steps, aligning Yamapi’s improvised order on the tray with paper napkins and a tiny silver spoon for the latte. Yamapi tries to mumble something agreeing when Kamenashi starts typing down the information of Yamapi’s order.
“I’ll bring you the bill to the table once you’re ready,” Kamenashi promises him, sparing him a quick glance from his typing. “Take your time and enjoy your lunch.” Working mode is back on and Yamapi thanks him, taking the tray in his hand. There’s a chime behind him - another customer. As much as he’d like to just gather his courage and ask Kamenashi to join in he knows he can’t. He might be on a break, but Kamenashi is not.
He takes a seat by the window where he can count the cars driving by and observe the pedestrians. The latte is good, and the ciabatta isn’t exactly bad either. He does end up picking out the thin meat slices, whatever they were called in Kamenashi’s fancy language, but that’s only after he’s halfway through the bread.
Just as he wipes his mouth with one of the napkins the sound of Kamenashi’s boots make their way over and he raises his gaze, hands sweaty again. The man politely puts the bill on the table and winks at him with a knowing smirk, which is unusual and makes Yamapi’s heart thunder - what on earth was that?
“I hope you had a good meal, sir,” Kamenashi says with a collected yet amused voice before turning away and walking back towards the counter. Yamapi’s pretty sure he’s flushed scarlet as he takes the bill in his hand and -
There’s a phone number scribbled on the backside of the bill. Yamapi gulps and quickly puts the money down on the table before gathering his belongings. Kamenashi’s returned somewhere in the backroom, probably about to bring a new cake or breads on the display - they serve everything fresh here. A couple of other customers peer at him curiously as he walks out, digging up his phone from his pocket and saving the number there, just in case he loses the bill.
He’s made progress then and left a good impression. Must be good. He feels like calling Jin and Ryo and telling them everything, asking for help or tips for a possible upcoming date once he gets the time to properly call the given number.
He doesn’t, though - he might as well do that the next time they see each other face to face. They’ve already agreed to go out drinking Friday evening after work. He’ll tell them the juicy details then, if he manages to hold on until that.
He skips past the gates to the nursery school where he works and feels energetic enough to take care of the screaming, fighting, smartass and overly energetic children for the rest of the evening. The world is smiling and his mobile feels hot in the front pocket of his jeans for the entire day, tempting him to take a break and hope to god the number isn’t another joke and that Kamenashi’s got time for him.
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He’s leaning out of his window with a smoke in his hand. He’s had his phone in his hand for at least ten minutes already, which he has spent looking at the lit screen with Kamenashi’s name and number written in. He doesn’t know what he should say, but simultaneously he knows exactly what he should say. Hi, it’s Yamashita here, the man you gave your number to at the café, remember? I was wondering if you wanted to go out with me sometimes. And it really is that simple.
Actually dialling his number and asking isn’t, though. He closes his eyes and heaves in another lungful of smoke. He releases it in spirals, tasting the bitter taste and examining the burn at the back of his throat.
Kamenashi won’t wait forever, he knows, which is exactly why he should just grow some balls and make the call already. Ryo and Jin would laugh at him and tease him, the mean friends they are. Still, Yamapi knows, Jin would probably be stuck just like him. Hypocrite.
He dials, just because the whole thought is making him feel ridiculous. He holds his breath, wondering if Kamenashi will even pick up. He looks inside to see the clock in the oven - it’s already past nine. He hopes Kamenashi isn’t one of those who crawl to bed early. He’d hate to wake him up.
“Kamenashi Kazuya,” the familiar voice answers according to the etiquette, making Yamapi’s heart jump. He draws in another puff of smoke, and coughs after doing it wrong. Shit, he’s being pathetic. “Who am I talking to?”
“Yamashita,” Yamapi stutters, heart pounding in his ears. “You gave me your number, remember?”
“Ah, you.” The man sounds delighted, which already calms him down a bit. “So, you actually called me. That’s good,” the man chuckles nervously. He’s keeping his voice down a little. Yamapi wonders if he’s alone or with some friends or family.
“Of course I called,” Yamapi insists through pursed lips. Now’s the time for him to spill the beans, too - Kamenashi’s the one receiving the call, so he’s entitled to be the one to ask. He closes his eyes and counts to three, gathering courage. He doesn’t have the time to open his mouth before Kamemashi continues, though.
“Are you busy?” he asks him with a serious but amused voice. Yamapi’s heart skips a beat - now? He’d expected something like this weekend. “I’m busy tomorrow and I’d really like to see you. I can come over, if that’s alright.”
“It… Of course,” Yamapi mutters, trying to clear his head. “I’m busy tomorrow too. I just thought I’d call now. So that you won’t have to wait,” he laughs a bit. Kamenashi’s laughing too at the other end of the line. “So… you want to come over? It’s already nine,” he notes. “I’ve got work tomorrow.”
“Just a quickie,” Kamenashi insists breathlessly. “I want to see you.” When did they get here, at this stage? Yamapi butts the cigarette to the wall and flicks it somewhere down without a care. Kamenashi’s words are arousing and he wonders where this whole thing is going.
“I can text you my address,” he offers. This whole encounter is already thrilling, like a love about to explode in full bloom. He thinks he can even call in sick tomorrow to experience this, if it’s necessary. He feels oddly out of control. “Is that alright?”
“Yes. I have a GPS,” Kamenashi informs him. He sounds eager and on the verge of desperation. Yamapi wonders if he should tidy up a bit. “Text me then, will you? I’ll come over. Is it alright if I won’t bring anything?”
“It’s alright,” Yamapi assures him. “It’s late already. If we feel like something I’ve got… something here,” he tries to mumble nervously, palms sweating as he closes the window and glances around his place anxiously - it’s a bit untidy. “I’ll text you. So… umm… see you soon?”
“See you soon,” Kamenashi assures him before he cuts the call. Yamapi curses and texts his address quickly. After a few seconds there’s a buzz and an OK as an answer, no indication of how long it will take for the man to arrive.
Yamapi decides it’s time to wash the dishes at least, if nothing else. He gets to work, hands shaky as he tries to rush the whole thing in case Kamenashi’s somewhere nearby. Minutes pass, though, and then half an hour. He wonders if he should text the man jokingly to hurry up but he won’t in case the man is driving or something. If it isn’t a joke, he’ll arrive as fast as he can. He shouldn’t push it.
God, he wants to push it. He has time to put the laundry away from his bedroom too, and pile the few books on his table neatly. Time passes infuriatingly slowly. He doesn’t even know what to expect, what an earth Kamenashi would want with a quickie other than possibly kissing and sex. The thought makes him warm up awkwardly.
The sound of a buzzer alerts him back to reality and he rushes over to his door. He presses the button nervously, palms sweaty. He has to get it under control. He’s not that desperate, seriously.
“Yamashita Tomohisa,” he says clearly to the microphone and waits for an answer that arrives almost immediately. His heart skips a beat. It’s thrilling.
“Hi, it’s Kamenashi,” the younger man informs him. He’s trying to sound cheery but fails to hide the awkwardness. It’s probably a good sign that he’s not the only one here who’s nervous. They’ve been eyeing each other long enough already. It’s kind of on the verge of serious. “The door is locked.”
Yamapi presses the key button and hears the loud buzz through the speakers. “Ah,” Kamenashi notes. “Thank you. I’ll be right up.” The connection cuts and the electric rustle silences. Yamapi’s nervous - he doesn’t leave the foyer. It’s quite clean and things are in order so there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, he hopes.
He hopes Kamenashi hurries up. There’s this strong feeling of desire building up that makes him feel quite out of control. It’s all good, though - what would a relationship be without passion? He’s not sure if he wants that. It’s important that it doesn’t stay just as passion, but it’s still an important factor to keep the flames up.
It takes maybe a minute of fidgeting and fixing his hair before the doorbell rings. Yamapi counts slowly to three. He isn’t going to appear like a freak, opening right away. He doesn’t want to scare the young man away.
He sneaks a peek through the peep-hole. Kamenashi looks gorgeous, once again. He should catch him with his casual clothing more often.
Alright. Three. He opens the door with a smirk on his face which Kamenashi mirrors as soon as he sees it. He steps in slowly and temptingly, looking at him from under his short eyelashes. He looks humoured. Perhaps a bit tense but he’s letting his body run on automatic.
Yamapi makes way for him and closes the door once he steps in. Kamenashi removes his boots and sets them by the wall before standing up. His breath is hot against Yamapi’s face and his lips visibly quiver like he wouldn’t be exactly sure why he’s here.
The sexual tension is impossible. Yamapi hawks and steps out of the foyer to lead Kamenashi further inside his apartment. Kamenashi looks around curiously but his eyes seem to always find their way back to him. Yamapi feels constantly evaluated. It isn’t bad though, because Kamenashi’s still here.
“It’s nice you could come,” Yamapi tries to start some small talk, hoping it’ll catch on. Kamenashi’s eyes shift back to him from the bathroom door. “Was the trip okay?”
“Piece of cake,” Kamenashi smirks. “I guess buying the navigator was worth it. It’s difficult to read maps when you’re driving alone.” He’s laughing and Yamapi feels more at ease. He takes in the firm curves of Kamenashi’s muscled body, imagines what it would feel like to press his palms against his skin and keep him close.
“Hmm,” Kamenashi drags on his exhale and jumps to sit on the kitchen table, eyes taking in the surroundings. He’s clad in a pair of black low rise boot-cut jeans with a brown skull belt. The naked skin of his lower abdomen is peaking from under his Rolling Stones t-shirt, making Yamapi bite his lip nervously. He’s swooned beyond belief. “So…”
“So,” Yamapi repeats the word, tasting the syllable that Kamenashi just spoke through his thin yet plump lips. He’s feeling subtly aroused and Kamenashi spreads his legs a little, peering at him seductively from under his messy brown fringe. “So…”
Kamenashi laughs. It chimes in the room but the sound is slightly dull. He licks his lips nervously and his gaze averts. Yamapi starts worrying and gulps, wondering if he should walk closer to Kamenashi or offer him a cool drink or something, perhaps even suggest they go somewhere outside.
“You want it?” Kamenashi asks him sharply, cocking his head a little while he nervously swings his legs back and forth. Yamapi feels flustered as he stares at the man, well aware of the nature of his offer. “I want it,” Kamenashi continues, squeezing the edge of the table with his hands.
“I want it,” Yamapi admits, kind of pleased about the direction they’re taking. Casual and intimate is good and it means that they really do share chemistry which is nice to figure out already at the very beginning. Kamenashi’s throwing his head back a little invitingly, his lips parted and chest rising heavily. “Now?” Yamapi decides to confirm and Kamenashi nods as an answer, giving him a predatory glare. He looks like he’s decided on having something, and he’s going to push his way through no matter what it takes. “Okay then,” Yamapi chuckles nervously and walks closer, lets Kamenashi sink his stubby fingers in his hair and pull him closer. Their breaths softly echo between them and Yamapi smirks, tilting his head a little.
Kamenashi’s eyelids fall closed and he exhales heavily as he wraps his legs suggestively around Yamapi. Their noses bump and lips collide, soft skin pressing against the certain harshness. Yamapi parts his lips a little and Kamenashi deepens the kiss, his tongue first swiftly licking Yamapi’s lips and teeth before reaching out for his tongue. There’s a tremble, no, two - both of their bodies are vibrating in unison as Kamenashi’s eyes crack open a little again and he sucks in some of the saliva with a wet sound, withdrawing his tongue. His breath tickles Yamapi’s lips and dries them a little, forcing him to lick them before catching Kamenashi’s lower lip between his teeth and pulling before sucking on it, running his palms up the other man’s muscular back.
One of Kamenashi’s hands remains tugging on Yamapi’s hair, the heel of the man’s palm digging to his nape. The other hand, however, is travelling downwards on Yamapi’s chest, lifting his shirt up a little and dipping the index finger in the belly button while the thumb rubs a circle lower on the skin where Yamapi feels some hair standing on edge just above the brim of his boxers.
Yamapi exhales deeply and brushes Kamenashi’s earlobe with his lips. The man grinds up against him and seems to lure him closer. He gulps and finds his lips again, feeling Kamenashi fumbling with his belt. He pulls it out of the loops and drops it to the floor with a thud, eyes clouded with lust.
Yamapi slips his fingers down and into his pants, causing the man to arch and breathe heavier. Kamenashi’s legs are parted and his whole body is screaming for Yamapi to just get closer and ravish him because it’s exactly what he’s made for. He lets his fingers sink in the soft flesh of the man’s muscular buttocks as he moans to the kiss eagerly, deeply sunk in Kamenashi’s mouth who’s breathing through his nose and making choking noises, saliva running down to his chin.
When he pulls away Kamenashi’s already gotten his pants pooled down to his knees. The look in his eyes is dark and lusty, almost predatory as he pulls his own t-shirt off, revealing his toned chest and tiny pink nipples. Yamapi brushes them swiftly with his thumbs and smooches the man’s lips again. Their breaths are getting ragged and noisy and he’s so aroused he doesn’t feel like playing around with this.
“Bedroom?” Kamenashi gasps, his palms brushing Yamapi’s nape and shoulders seductively. Yamapi lets out a shaky laugh and withdraws, pulling Kamenashi along. The man lands down from the table on his feet and watches him, not really breaking into a smile but looking kind of wondrous.
It’s the start of a good romance, Yamapi thinks contently as he kicks his jeans off and leads Kamenashi to the bedroom. He pulls his own shirt off and hears the rustle of Kamenashi’s jeans and briefs simultaneously falling to the ground. The man discards his socks as well before pushing Yamapi to sit on the bed.
“Nasty…” Yamapi teases him with a thick murmur and catches his lips for another hasty kiss. He circles his arms around the man’s back and feels him crawling on his lap, eyes closed and cheeks flushed. Yamapi gropes his ass and grits his teeth together, enjoying the feel of their crotches pressing together. Kamenashi’s hands snake around his shoulders to first circle over his shoulder blades, fingers barely touching. Then he attacks Yamapi’s neck with soft kisses and withdraws his hands to get them to his back where he takes in the feel of firm muscles.
Somehow the dominance from the situation slips to Kamenashi. He’s pushed flat on his chest to the mattress as Kamenashi rubs infuriatingly teasing but oh so good circles to his neck, fingers sinking to his hair and tugging a little. His crotch is pressing hotly against Yamapi’s buttocks and he’s successfully making Yamapi writhe like he wouldn’t have had sex in months.
Kamenashi yanks his boxers roughly to his knees and Yamapi gulps. He hasn’t been on this side of a homosexual intercourse in quite a while and even though he knows it can be good, it makes him nervous and fidgety every time. He tries to reach for his nightstand cupboard to hand some lube over to Kamenashi but the man doesn’t notice his failed attempt as he’s on his knees, kissing his way down the curve of Yamapi’s back towards his buttocks which he spreads slightly with his hands.
He’s good. He’s really working, searching for the spots that make it good for him. The man moans a little as he kisses his sack. Yamapi parts his legs more to give him better access under his legs. A hand caresses his awakening erection back and forth for a few times before it lets go and Yamapi groans in frustration, aching for contact.
Kamenashi presses his own awakening erection against his buttocks and leans over him, pushing him down on his elbows. His body is hot and moist as he presses a languid kiss between Yamapi’s shoulder blades. He’s rocking his hips and Yamapi feels himself growing more and more aroused. There’s a sensitive spot in his shoulder which Kamenashi discovers with his fingers. His breathing is heavy and ragged behind him and face perfectly out of his sight. It’s amazing how he manages to be so infuriatingly desirable even when he isn’t visible. There’s just something about his body language.
Kamenashi withdraws again shakily. Yamapi looks back, sees him stroking himself to firm his erection more for the act. He sits on the bed and turns around to sink his fingers in Kamenashi’s hair, running them up his nape. He pulls the man closer and keeps him at a distance where they can barely kiss if they really push it, which Kamenashi does. It’s working on him like magic as their tongues touch out of their mouths. Kamenashi’s eyes are half lidded as he stares into Yamapi’s.
“Fuck,” the man curses, out of breath. Yamapi moves to kiss his shoulders all over, one hand resting firmly on the man’s thigh as the other one moves on his shaft. He strokes the tip with his thumb and takes in its shape before pulling on the skin, making Kamenashi wince erotically. “Shit,” the man continues and gasps, observing Yamapi as he runs his hands down his sides and gets on his knees on the mattress to kneel down towards his crotch. He’s starting to stand very proudly as Yamapi takes the tip in his mouth and wets it, hands returning to stroke the base. “Deeper,” Kamenashi gasps his request. His hips are shaky and stomach quivers as Yamapi follows the order, drawing back to take a breath before sinking down as low as he can handle.
Kamenashi’s whole body trembles and his back arches backwards. He’s supporting himself with his hands as Yamapi sucks and licks, bopping up and down. There’s a whimper and a moan and Kamenashi’s throwing his head back as he increases the speed of the motion.
He removes himself before Kamenashi can come, though, leaving the man hanging. He’s out of it now, so filled with need he doesn’t seem to be able to think anything else but what he desperately needs. He turns Yamapi around again and positions him on his knees in front of him. Yamapi’s breathing heavily, making encouraging sounds whenever Kamenashi’s hand brushes him somewhere.
“Lube and condoms are there,” he notes breathlessly, pointing at the drawer. Kamenashi leaves him to go through it with shaky hands. There’s rustling and then he withdraws his hand, having picked up the proper props for the intercourse.
There’s a sound of unwrapping plastic, sharp and intrusive. Yamapi presses his forehead against the mattress, mentally preparing himself for what’s to come. A squirting sound - oh yeah, he’s supposed to buy more of that stuff since it’s already running out. The lube feels cold against his flushed skin as Kamenashi spreads it helpfully, dipping one finger in and twisting it to rub him from the inside. He swallows harshly but it isn’t bad - there’s enough lube and Kamenashi’s finger feels experienced, determined to make him feel good.
Another finger prods the rim of muscles and pushes in. Kamenashi’s other hand is on his cock, fisting it to keep the heat up. Yamapi turns his head so that his cheek lies on the pillow. His back is curved, the muscles flexed as his upper chest rests and takes in the ministrations. Kamenashi’s fingers are scissoring him and then there’s a third finger to help out, make sure the task won’t be impossible. It shouldn’t be - Yamapi has to admit in his head that he’s had bigger, but it’s not the point here and Kamenashi’s seriously got nothing to worry about.
Kamenashi removes his fingers and spreads his buttocks, one-handed. His other hand guides his member in while Yamapi holds his breath, feels the slick slide that fills him deep. Kamenashi’s hips press against the relaxed muscles of his ass and he rocks a little, testing out the lubrication. It’s good, doesn’t hurt much, Kamenashi’s stretched him properly.
It’s not exactly a loving and devouring act. Kamenashi’s fingers are clenching his hips as he rams inside him harshly. Yamapi groans loudly with his eyes closed, taking it all in. Kamenashi quickly finds the right angles and speeds, he slows down just at the right spot and jerks his hips to push deeper in.
Yamapi reaches his hand down to fist his erection. He doesn’t go with the rhythm, doesn’t care about the rhythm, desperate for more. He turns his head to see Kamenashi - his lips are parted and eyes half-lidded as he moves his hips. He’s dripping sweat and his hair is starting to stick to his skin.
“Hnngh,” Yamapi moans and pushes back to Kamenashi, starting to feel his orgasm building up quickly. The world around him is dissolving fast as he loses it to the feeling of harsh intimacy. He finishes with a cry and breathes heavily with his forehead pressed against the pillow. Kamenashi whimpers softly before pulling out and taking support of his lower back with his hands, panting heavily.
Yamapi rolls over and watches as Kamenashi removes the plastic condom from his softening member. He wipes himself clean to Yamapi’s sheets and Yamapi helpfully points the bin to him. Kamenashi doesn’t bother getting off the bed as he flicks the dirtied plastic successfully in. The wrappers are lost somewhere in the bundle of sheets. Neither of them seems too eager to look for them, though, so Yamapi decides to only wipe his own stomach clean before pulling Kamenashi close for another kiss. He brushes the man’s fringe back to reveal his thin eyebrows and lusty eyes.
“That was a good quickie,” he notes amusedly as Kamenashi sits on his lap and kisses his neck, still slightly out of breath. He guides Kamenashi back to his lips and sucks on them weakly, enjoying the physical closeness. Kamenashi feels good when he’s got his arms wrapped around him.
“Can I stay the night?” Kamenashi asks him between the short kisses. “Just tonight,” he adds, fingers snaking themselves under Yamapi’s nape. He feels comfortable, warm and fuzzy. Their chemistry sure is working. He likes it better like this.
“Stay,” he agrees and Kamenashi rolls over to lie beside him. “Do you have work tomorrow?” he questions him and Kamenashi nods, closing his eyes tiredly. “When are you waking up? My alarm rings at six thirty.”
“I’ll wake up on my own,” Kamenashi yawns and stretches before scratching his lower abdomen and sinking better to the sheets. “I’ve got a good biological clock,” he explains and cracks one eye open to look at Yamapi. “I haven’t had an alarm in a few years. Never woke up late.”
“Alright then,” Yamapi sighs and wraps his arms around the other man, pulling him against his chest. His heart is drumming nervously again but everything is going smoothly - he shouldn’t worry so much, not when they’re obviously hitting it off well. Kamenashi buries his face in his chest. The flutter of his eyelashes tickles his skin.
“Good night,” Yamapi finally whispers, one arm above Kamenashi’s head and one curled around his mid-body. “Rest well.” There’s a muffled sound, probably Kamenashi’s answer. It makes him smile a little. He’s falling hard and fast, nearing the clouds of euphoria as he slowly drifts off.
When his alarm rings, Kamenashi is already gone. Yamapi can’t resist texting him quickly to wish him a good day at work with a wink before getting to his morning chores. He’s so dosed up on hormones he’s sure to get all giddy with the children at work. Not a bad way to start the day at all.
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Friday evening is all good, even though Kamenashi is constantly in his mind, confusing him. He’s on his second pint of beer and the sensation of tipsiness is gently buzzing through his veins. Ryo’s starting to notice the slim girl at the next table and is looking quite distracted while Jin fidgets on his seat nervously, checking his wristwatch.
“He’s just a bit late, missed the metro,” he mumbles, his mojito sitting on the table untouched. His new boyfriend is what he means, the one he announced he has a couple of days before, asking if he can bring him over to introduce him. “He says he’s sorry he’s late,” he informs them too, skimming through a text on his mobile. “Try not to bring it up too much, will you? He’s pretty strained about it already, he really wants to leave a good impression…”
“We don’t mind, we’re not going anywhere,” Ryo sighs, starting to cease being amused by Jin’s blabbering and instead growing annoyed. “He’ll get here so chill out. It’s not like we’re always on schedule either. Public transportation can be shitty sometimes.”
“We really don’t mind,” Yamapi agrees, and he doesn’t. He’s curious about Jin’s new date because Jin really hasn’t talked that much about him and it’s been quite a while since he’s announced any relations with a man, even though he’s openly bisexual. He has a feeling nothing can ruin his good mood, though - he’s got Kamenashi’s phone number and he’s wondering if he should call him tonight or tomorrow again, ask if his Friday evening was pleasant. He didn’t make it to the café during lunch tonight because a kid got sick at work. He hopes Kamenashi isn’t thinking he’s rejecting him already. He has to make sure he isn’t.
“Aren’t you chirpy today,” Ryo notes, trying to switch the topic to anything but the late arrival of Jin’s date. “What’s up with you?”
Yamapi’s cheeks heat up a little as he takes another gulp, trying to keep his delight to himself. He’s caught the attention of his friends now, though, and they’re starting to grin knowingly. “Ooh, is this about the café boy?” Jin picks up the teasing immediately, knowing the story way too well already. “Did you go and confess?”
“Not exactly…” Yamapi shrugs nervously and sets his beer down, trying to look chill and cool and worthy of a gorgeous man. He might be failing miserably, though. It’s hard to stay cool when you’re about to burst. “He just sort of walked over and gave me his number written on the bill.”
“Smooth,” Ryo whistles. “He beat you to it, then. You probably weren’t very discreet with your staring.”
“Shut up,” Yamapi mumbles and hides behind his beer again, heart thumping. The teasing is good-hearted, though, and he doesn’t mind because he does have Kamenashi’s number now. He’s not just wailing about a crush, he’s actually gotten his crush this time. Life couldn’t be any better.
He’s just about to open his mouth to continue his story before he gets interrupted by Jin stretching his neck to see better to the door, stealing the attention. Ryo’s curiously checking it too. Yamapi feels neglected and mistreated.
“Oh, he’s here,” Jin notes, quickly dropping the lime he’d been eating to his cocktail glass and waving his hand in invitation. “About time,” he tries to laugh nervously as he grins at his friends. Yamapi turns on his seat to see the approaching figure pushing through the crowd. The piano plays to the sound of his footsteps.
He feels his stomach sinking, though, as he identifies the figure. The ripped denim clings comfortably to the young man’s hips and his black V-neck has a slimming cut. The endless bracelets with colourful wooden pearls climb up his forearms and his eyebrows raise a little as he stares at Yamapi. He looks a little pale and Yamapi has a feeling it isn’t the light. Not really.
“This is Kame,” Jin mumbles and motions awkwardly at Kamenashi with his hand and suddenly the piece locks into place - Kame as in Kamenashi. He had failed to make that connection before, hadn’t expected Kame to be… Kamenashi.
They’ve been dating for quite a while now, for all Yamapi knows. He knows just a bit more too. Something he’s had a part in without fully acknowledging the situation.
Kamenashi has cheated. Jin’s boyfriend isn’t faithful.
“Nice to meet you. Finally,” Kamenashi snorts and ruffles Jin’s hair a little before pulling himself a chair next to his boyfriend. Yamapi notices that he hasn’t turned his eyes away for too long and Jin is starting to narrow his eyes suspiciously, disliking his staring. Shit, Jin is possessive. He’s fucking screwed. His cries of ‘But I didn’t know!’ are sure to ring to deaf ears if his friends ever finds out about last night.
“Hello,” Ryo greets Kamenashi with a smirk and hands the drink menu over to him. “I’ll pay for the first one, pick anything you like. It’s about time we finally got to see you. Jin’s been hiding you from us.”
“He has now, huh,” Kamenashi notes and gives Jin a serious look Yamapi can’t read. Jin’s lips tighten and there’s something stiff and uncomfortable for a moment even after Kamenashi breaks the eye contact and opens the menu, keeping his face visible to them. “I’ll have a strawberry daiquiri. If that’s alright.”
“That’s Ryo,” Jin finally realises to introduce his friends. “Nishikido Ryo. And that there is Pi. I’ve talked about them.”
“Yeah, I recall,” Kamenashi nods understandingly, his eyes snapping back at Yamapi. They’re narrowed, calculating, even accusing. Yamapi gulps and takes a sip of his drink to hide his silence. “Pi, huh?”
“Yamashita Tomohisa,” Yamapi coughs a bit, just in case Kamenashi thinks he’s swindled him somehow. He wipes the droplets of his beer from around his mouth with the back of his hand, heart hammering like the doom day would be near. “People call me Pi or Yamapi. It’s because of an incident in elementary school. With pink costumes. You know.”
Kamenashi blinks, connecting the dots - they’ve both failed to recognize each other because all the information they’d previously had about each other from Jin was a nickname. So Kamenashi didn’t intentionally swoon one of his boyfriend’s best friends then, huh. He looks like he’s as stiff and as nervous as Yamapi, only better at hiding it.
Jin throws his hand over Kamenashi’s shoulders possessively, bringing him closer to himself with a pat on the shoulder and a nervous grin. “You’re nervous,” he notes and Kamenashi laughs, making a face and pouting.
“It’s the first time I’m meeting them,” Kamenashi tries to justify his apparently odd behaviour. “You’ve been keeping me from them for quite a while, can’t I be a bit nervous? Give me a few minutes, I’ll get it together,” he laughs and glances at Ryo and Yamapi in humoured apology. “I’m not that much of a girl.”
“Yamapi, will you go and order that daiquiri for Kame?” Ryo suggests with a dismissive throw of his wallet to his friend who barely catches it. “Since I’m paying for it. So, Kame… How long on earth have you bothered with this idiot?”
There’s an offended cry of “Hey!” and an unison of laughter as Yamapi stands up, eager to get away for a moment to clear his head and get himself back together. He’s already mumbled his excuse and started walking away from the table when Kamenashi answers to Ryo’s question, voice fading with every step away from him - “Officially for four months. Unofficially… on and off for… how many years? Eight?”
“Damn it,” Yamapi mumbles as the voices fade. He glances back at the stage - a young but hopeful guitarist is getting booed down from the stage. His voice is cracking under the pressure, and he doesn’t look older than twenty-one. Yamapi swallows the lump in his throat and shakes his head a little, heading towards the bar counter, smiling politely at the barista just pouring a tall glass of beer for a middle-aged man in a suit.
“Good evening,” she greets him as she finally manages to make her way over to him. Yamapi greets her back, the courteous man he is, and places his order for Kamenashi’s drink. He sinks back into his thoughts again, glancing at the table barely visible from amidst the masses of people, sees Jin watch Kamenashi intently while Kamenashi’s hand rests somewhere beyond his vision, probably on Jin’s thigh.
There it goes again. His adoration for someone, all for nothing. He sighs as the daiquiri arrives and digs for money in Ryo’s pocket, finally realising its contents cover barely half of the price - that jerk, he definitely did it on purpose. He digs out his own wallet from his pocket and pays for the rest, thanks the barista with an appreciative smile and starts heading back.
Well, it’s over then. His promising start of a blooming romance is gone. That’s about it. It happens. He’s wasted his time once again, wasted months and months sitting in the café just to watch the man from afar, see him smile, laugh, converse with people and throw out difficult customers. He grimaces at the now painful memories as he makes his way back and sets the glass on the table absently before crashing back to his chair.
“Aren’t you looking sour,” Jin notes with a humoured laughter. Kamenashi leans forward to grab his drink from the table. His “thank you” gets lost somewhere with Jin’s attention-needy voice. “What, some lady turned you down?”
“Someone,” Yamapi comes up with an excuse and points at Ryo accusingly, “apparently didn’t have enough cash for the drink.”
“Thanks, bro,” Ryo smirks at him knowingly and winks at Kamenashi who chuckles amusedly, the straw from his drink between his lips as he sucks in the sweet and fresh liquid. “I knew you’d step in to take care of the rest.”
“You owe me,” Yamapi insists and Jin grimaces, trying to cut the argument short just because he’s trying to look good in front of his cheating boyfriend. And he’s being too bitter, still. “I’m not bathing in money!”
“Can’t you even try to behave? Just once?” Jin wails. Kamenashi’s laughing though, looking quite amused at their odd group dynamics. He’s starting to relax already, or maybe he’s gotten his mask properly intact again.
Yamapi pouts and Ryo winks at Jin as he takes a long chug of his beer. Jin rubs his hands together and Kamenashi drinks from the straw of his drink. Jin whispers something in Kamenashi’s ear that he doesn’t quite manage to catch and Kamenashi smirks and rolls his eyes. He looks amused though, and Jin grins, well aware of it even with the act Kamenashi is putting up.
They’ve got chemistry, it’s visible even from afar. Jin’s eyes are sparkling and he looks slightly electrified, eager to be physically close to his date. It makes him a little sick, knowing Kamenashi’s true nature. He worries for Jin’s heart - there has been talk about years of knowing each other. Things like that hardly ever are light.
“Get a room, lovebirds,” Ryo snorts, attempting to make eye contact with a girl next table. He’s not very discreet about it, but she seems a bit too busy chatting up a guy in her table. Ryo’s never been fast at giving up, though. “We’re not here to watch you suck each other’s faces.”
“We’re not even kissing,” Jin defends himself and Kamenashi laughs vibrantly before pulling Jin in for a brief kiss that doesn’t get too intimate. Yamapi’s chest tightens and he drinks more of his beer before starting to think whether it’s such a good idea after all - he probably shouldn’t get piss drunk for this, who knows what he might do.
Jin looks giddy as he wrap his arm around Kamenashi’s shoulder again, keeping their positions intimate without being too shameless because they do have company and the point isn’t for them to just greet each other before the pair disappears into some bathroom for a shag. From what it sounds like, Kamenashi’s really wanted to meet them for a longer time too. He doesn’t look easy to fool away, even with Jin’s charms.
“So, Yamapi,” Jin continues the conversation loudly to attract everyone’s attention. The man winks at his boyfriend and Kamenashi looks genuinely interested, even with the nervousness. “Your story got kind of interrupted… He has this crush,” the man continues recapping everything to his boyfriend as Yamapi visibly pales. “Some guy from a café, he got his number and stuff.”
“Ah,” Yamapi mumbles.
Kamenashi’s starting to look a bit stiff too. “Is that so?” he speaks and turns to look at Yamapi, side by side with Jin. It doesn’t look like he’s about to save him from the dangerous situation, though. Not at all. Their eyes meet but Yamapi can’t read them. He doesn’t know what he should do. Yamapi doesn’t think he’s ever been so embarrassed and humiliated, and he’s gone through a lot thanks to his friends. “That’s… nice, isn’t it?”
“Y-yeah,” Yamapi stutters and looks around, trying to think of a way out. He sure as hell isn’t going to confess and hopes to god that’s not what Kamenashi has on his mind either. He looks at Ryo who looks predatory. He likes gossip about chicks and men, when it comes to his friends.
“Did you call him?”
“You did, right? Tell us you did!”
“Tell us everything!”
The world spins and it’s hard to know who’s talking and what tone they have. He feels ridiculed. He needs to get out of this mess, fast. He meets Kamenashi’s gaze. The man’s been quiet. His hands are curled in tight fists on his knees.
“I called,” Yamapi cuts the eager voices of his friends. They snicker and make faces at each other, teasing him constantly. It usually doesn’t feel this bad. “It… Wrong number. Some kind of prank,” he nods with an assuring tone and takes another gulp of his beer to calm down his nerves. “What an asshole.”
Kamenashi raises his eyebrows, looking amused while Ryo and Jin wail in disbelief and sympathy. “Oww, that’s too bad,” he notes and his voice makes Yamapi sick to his gut. He’s sitting right there and acting like such a fucking hypocrite it’s making him mad. “Better luck next time?”
“Yeah,” Jin nods and gets up on his feet. “I’ll get you a drink. I’ll pay,” he assures and smiles at Kamenashi. “Poor guy needs a drink, he’s been talking about this guy for months.” Kamenashi nods in understanding. His hands aren’t fisted anymore - he’s taken his drink back to his hands from the table and he’s stirring its contents with the straw. “You three, just keep talking. I’ll be right back, okay?”
“Sure thing, Bakanishi,” Ryo exclaims and he laughs together with Kamenashi as Jin whacks his head before storming off, cheeks flushed. Yamapi kind of misses the moment but no one pays attention - Ryo probably thinks it’s because he’s still preoccupied with his rejection from the café boy, namely Kamenashi.
“So, Kamenashi,” Ryo says with a smirk dancing on his lips. “Are you planning on staying around?”
“You bet,” Kamenashi laughs and picks up a mashed strawberry from his drink with his straw to eat it. “You’ll be seeing me around more from now on. Don’t worry, I’m not going to stick to Jin like a leech, but you know. I’d like to hang around every now and then. See his friends a little too.”
“Welcome to our bar nights, then,” Ryo announces and they cheer all together. Yamapi feels panicky thinking about Kamenashi being around so much from now on when it’s already so hard and wrong now. He feels panic creeping up - can he do this without getting caught?
“Welcome around,” he mumbles and empties his pint. There’s no way this can have a good ending.
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