Kanjani8 - Synergy - Yasu/Subaru
Title: Synergy
Fandom: Kanjani8
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yasu/Subaru
Disclaimer: This is a fictional situation that never happened.
Notes: Hurt/Comfort
Yasu experiences four hours in a split second. One minute he's on the sidewalk and the next he's in a bed, sore and tired and unsure of everything. A man speaks to him, but he sounds so far away, like Yasu is hearing his voice through a tunnel.
"Wait, wait," Yasu says. The words don't form completely, and they come out in broken syllables. It's a plain room. Yasu looks from one wall to the next, and they're all the same shade of white.
It's a little like a dream, but the part right before waking up where consciousness is just barely out of reach. Yasu stares at a spot on the ceiling and focuses on it like it's the only thing in the world. He breathes slowly and the spot starts to come into focus.
"It's okay." Yasu hears the words more clearly than anything else the man says, then he looks up and he can make out a face. "You're going to be fine."
---
It isn't bad. It could be worse. Think of how lucky you are. All of the doctors and nurses and everyone else he speaks to in the hospital tell him the same thing. He walks to the train station by himself, completely upright, both legs intact.
They told him he was completely knocked out for nearly an hour. His head pounds and he wants to call someone to pick him up. Just to take him home and make sure he gets to bed because all he wants to do is sleep. But he's too embarrassed to call anyone. Too embarrassed for someone to come and fuss over him because it's not bad. It could be worse. He buys his ticket and stands in the back of the train.
Subaru rarely comes to Yasu's house unannounced, but sometimes he sends a text just to say he's on his way - not to find out if Yasu is busy, or even if he's home. Yasu thinks it's funny because it's such an indirect way to ask. If Yasu isn't home, he has to send a message back. And if he is home, Subaru is there shortly after, then they're on the way to this great new clothes shop Subaru heard about, or to this cool little music store to get a new CD. Yasu doesn't mind. He thinks it's cute. But he told Subaru that once, and Subaru hit him.
He's about halfway home, watching the street signs pass by one by one, when he gets a text message that says "I'm on my way." He decides to just leave it and hope that Subaru isn't waiting outside his door when he gets there.
It's late afternoon, just before sunset, and the streets are starting to get a little dark. Yasu walks down one block and up another, still sore everywhere. He just wants to sleep, that's all. He wonders if he should tell Subaru not to come, but Subaru might come anyway. At least he won't make the kind of fuss that Maru or Hina would. He'll probably yell at Yasu or tell him that he was being an idiot.
But Yasu knows that isn't true either. And thinks maybe he wants Subaru to be there.
The doorway is empty when he gets home. It's dark inside and he doesn't bother turning on the lights. He wants to sleep, but he's wound up, and there is only one thing he usually does when he feels like this.
He picks up his guitar from where it's leaning against an amp near the couch. He'd just been playing that morning, and he picks each of the strings to hear that they're still in tune. His left hand hangs uselessly at his side. He can feel in his fingers on the strings he wants to press down on the fretboard, but it'd be like trying to play guitar with an oven mitt. He can't see his hand under all of the bandages, but his wrist shows hints of bruises that disappear under the white gauze. He can't even squeeze his fingers together, or really move his hand at all.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembers that they're supposed to record in the studio in the next few days. He lies down and wraps his good hand around the other wrist and looks up at the ceiling until he can't keep his eyes open anymore.
---
Yasu sleeps for half an hour, then he wakes up to the sound of Subaru banging on the door like there is a fire outside. Still sore, still tired, he walks to the door. The air around him feels so thick it's like he's swimming. Subaru looks irritated when Yasu finally pulls open the door.
"Oy, what took you so--" Subaru pauses. He looks at Yasu's face, then his hand, then back to his eyes again. This is the part where Hina would be sitting him down and going over a list of natural remedies and schedule for the quickest ways to heal. It's the part where Maru would be running around like crazy trying to gather up each and every pillow in the house. Subaru looks nervous, and he opens his mouth, but nothing comes out.
Yasu tells him that he was hit at a crosswalk, weakly, like it's the stupidest excuse in the world. But it's true, the driver didn't see him there. And it isn't bad, could be worse and he should think of how lucky he is. Or so he's heard. Other than losing consciousness for an hour and the broken hand, he's perfectly fine. As long as perfectly fine includes being impossibly sore all over his body and a pounding headache.
Subaru just keeps staring at the bandages on Yasu's hand.
Yasu doesn't know if he wants Subaru to stay or if he wants him to leave, but they stand in the doorway for what feels like too long. Then Subaru makes the decision for him, walking past him and into the front room. Yasu leans against the door until it closes.
"Does it hurt?" Subaru asks. He's wearing an old t shirt, something easy to get in and out of for trying on clothes at the store. Subaru sets a bag down on one of the kitchen chairs, and Yasu knows he's going to stay awhile.
Yasu sits down on the couch again, just sinks into the cushions, trying to let all of his muscles relax. "Yeah," he says, softly.
---
Subaru makes instant noodles for both of them. They're soggy and don't have a lot of flavor, and Yasu has to set the bowl down on the arm of the couch since he can't hold it with his left hand. Subaru sits in the middle, and his knee touches Yasu's. The TV blares, and Yasu isn't able to pay attention to whatever it is. He's so tired that it just sounds like noise against his ears, but the food makes his whole body feel warm.
When they're finished, Subaru takes the bowls back to the kitchen, then he comes back and holds onto Yasu's good hand, leaning against him. Yasu is still sore, and the pressure is a little uncomfortable, but Subaru is curling up to him like he's the one who is hurt. Yasu holds onto Subaru's hand, tightly, and continues to ignore whatever is on TV.
Yasu doesn't know how he was expecting Subaru to treat him, but he's pretty sure it wasn't this. He'd almost rather Subaru was making fun of him. Then at least maybe he could laugh about it and Subaru could drag him out to the store anyway. They could find an outfit to match his bandage and Subaru could make him carry all of the bags.
Yasu doesn't realize he's crying until he feels hot tears on his cheeks and chin. It isn't sobbing and it's not like he's gulping for air, but the tears come out steadily, like an afterthought.
Subaru pulls back and looks at Yasu like he's some kind of wild animal that he has no idea what to do with. Then Yasu starts laughing because it's so silly to be crying when he really should be grateful that it's not bad as it could be. He wishes more than anything that Subaru would hit him and tell him to stop being a baby. But instead, Subaru looks down and away from Yasu's eyes, and he moves close until his arms are around Yasu's back and Yasu's chin is on Subaru's shoulder.
It only makes matters worse, because the tears start rolling out of him in waves. He's tired, he thinks. Just needs a little sleep and he'll be good as new. But, even then, he'll wake up and he'll still be sore and he'll still be bandaged and useless. Subaru doesn't say anything, but he holds on tight, just holds their chests together and lets Yasu cry into his shoulder.
Yasu's eyes start to sting and everything in the room is out of focus. It's dark in the room, and most of the light comes off of the TV. Yasu watches the colors fade in and out on Subaru's arm.
Subaru stands up from the couch and pulls Yasu with him. He leads Yasu to his bedroom and Yasu gets in between the covers, still wearing his jeans and socks and too exhausted to care. He doesn't completely remember, but it seems like Subaru holds onto him until he falls asleep.
---
It's the middle of the night when Yasu wakes up to the sound of a guitar. Not the actual notes, but the tinny sound of the strings and the hollow sound of a palm against the body. Yasu is alone in the bed and he feels so much colder than he did when he fell asleep. His hand aches and his head pounds and he's uncomfortable from sleeping in his clothes.
He was trying to avoid taking the pills he'd gotten at the hospital, but the pain is unbearable. His hand throbs and he can feel it all the way down to his feet. If anything, he feels even worse than he did before. The pills will probably make him nauseous on top of everything else.
Subaru doesn't say anything to Yasu while he walks across the front room and into the kitchen. He pours himself a glass of water, and the two pills slide down his throat. He's surprised that Subaru is still there. Subaru doesn't usually stay up this late, and normally he likes to stay in his own bed.
"Hey," Subaru says to him while he's walking back to the bedroom. He waves for Yasu to come and sit with him. Yasu sits groggily on Subaru's right, opposite the neck of the guitar.
"We're supposed to go to the studio this week," Yasu says. He feels like a burden already. But it isn't a big deal. They'll get one of the studio musicians to record his parts. As much as he knows that, it doesn't make him feel any less terrible.
Subaru nods, fiddling with the guitar strings and turning the tuning key until it sounds right.
"Teach me the song," Subaru says.
They both know that Yasu is the better guitarist and that it isn't that easy. And how would he teach Subaru anyway?
"It's okay," Yasu says. "Don't worry about it."
Subaru continues to play around with the guitar, just strumming random chords that don't have anything to do with each other. Yasu leans on Subaru's shoulder and listens. He doesn't know how to teach Subaru the song without showing him. He could write out the music, but he doesn't know if his mind will focus long enough for it, especially with the pain medication starting to make his head swim. Then Subaru takes Yasu's right hand and brings it up to the strings.
"Which chord?" Subaru asks.
Yasu runs his fingers along the strings. Yasu smiles, but buries it in Subaru's shoulder. "E," he says.
Subaru presses his fingers onto the strings, and Yasu picks the notes out. It's not a complicated song, but the picking is somewhat quick. Subaru studies Yasu's hand. After a few measures Yasu says, "G." Subaru doesn't miss a beat.
Yasu doesn't quite hit all of the notes due to his head being fuzzy, and he laughs a little every time he misses one. Subaru just keeps watching his hand, studiously, and keeps changing the chords as Yasu calls them out. Then they get to the bridge of the song and the chords come faster. Yasu strums hard and Subaru closes his eyes.
The ending is simple, just two measures of soft strumming and the notes fade out naturally.
Subaru kisses Yasu's jawline all the way up to his mouth. He takes the guitar out of his lap and sets it on the floor, then he lies Yasu down on his back, careful not to bump his bandaged hand.
It isn't like Subaru to take it so slow, and when he pulls Yasu's shirt over his head, his touches are so light that Yasu can only barely feel Subaru's hands on his chest. But it feels amazing, so soft and light that Yasu has to fight not to arch his back into them. He doesn't think he's ever seen Subaru looking like this, so flushed and hesitant.
Subaru kisses Yasu's collarbone, running his tongue along the surface. If Yasu wasn't already dizzy from the medicine, he would be now. Subaru is touching Yasu like he's fragile and breakable. Subaru makes his way up to Yasu's mouth again while his hands move into the waistband of Yasu's pants, but he stops.
Subaru looks at Yasu like he's asking permission. He doesn't even start unbuttoning Yasu's jeans until Yasu says, "Please."
It almost feels like Subaru again, when he presses his thumbs into Yasu's hips. It's almost hard enough to be him, but he's still holding back. He runs his fingers along the lines of Yasu's hips and down between his legs where he wraps his hand around the base of Yasu's cock and pulls. Yasu breathes hard and his ribs ache, but he doesn't want Subaru to do anything but keep going. Subaru leans down to kiss him again, slowly, and his teeth linger on Yasu's lower lip before he pulls away.
Subaru stands up and walks towards Yasu's room and Yasu feels the chilly air of the room on his naked skin. He pulls his jeans off, leaving them in a bundle at the end of the couch. When Subaru comes back, he's naked and hard. He takes Yasu's hand and pours some cold liquid from a small tube, then he straddles Yasu's waist and guides Yasu's fingers inside of him.
They don't often do it this way. Normally, it's Subaru's fingers inside of him, but Yasu loves it like this, too. Subaru kisses Yasu's neck while Yasu pushes his fingers deeper inside. Subaru groans against Yasu's ear.
It feels like Subaru's hands are everywhere. They're on Yasu's arms and on his chest, then on his neck and in his hair. Subaru keeps looking at him, and his face and neck and shoulders are completely flushed. Then Subaru's hands run down Yasu's body, teasing his belly ring for a just a second, then they're both wrapped around Yasu's cock, holding it in place and Yasu slides his fingers out so that Subaru can lower onto him.
Yasu gasps a little, tries to breathe deep, but it doesn't feel like there is enough air in the room. Subaru feels so good on top of him, that it makes him dizzy. Subaru doesn't stop kissing him - it's a messy kiss, sometimes straying to the side of his mouth, but he doesn't take his lips off of Yasu for even a moment. He presses one hand to Yasu's chest, for stability, and holds Yasu's wrist up over his head with the other.
There isn't much room between their bodies, and Subaru's erection presses into Yasu's stomach with each achingly slow thrust. Yasu is sure he won't hold on much longer, but it's Subaru who comes first, on Yasu's stomach. Then Yasu follows right after with Subaru kissing the side of his neck. They stay that way, just for a moment, just trying to breathe steadily. Then, Subaru pulls himself up and looks down at Yasu. Sweat rolls down his collarbone and onto Yasu's chest. He smiles and looks relived when Yasu does, too.
The couch is too small for them both to sleep on, so they go back into Yasu's bedroom. Yasu finally sleeps, deeply, with Subaru curled up against his back.
---
They arrive at work the next day, and, thankfully, everyone is kind enough not to point out how disheveled Subaru and Yasu both look. It's likely due to Yasu's bandaged hand. And it's exactly how Yasu imagined it would be; Hina says he'll bring a book by Yasu's house later, and Maru finds the one pillow in the building and makes sure it's behind Yasu's back when he sits. Although, he hadn't counted on Yoko rubbing his shoulders and Ohkura hugging him so tightly that his ribs hurt.
But Ryo scolds him for coming into work, and then all of them join in a chorus telling him to go home.
Yasu thinks about how they're always picking on him. He thinks about how it makes him love all of them just a little more.
He takes the train home by himself after he's nearly physically forced out of the building. He's told not to come back for the rest of the week, and he doesn't know what he's going to do with himself in that time.
Yasu doesn't hear the recording of the song until a few days later when Subaru sends it to his phone. It isn't the final cut, and it's horribly unpolished, but he can hear it clearly enough. Then another message comes just a few minutes after he's finished listening to the song.
"Did I get it right?"
"Perfect," Yasu writes back.
Fandom: Kanjani8
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Yasu/Subaru
Disclaimer: This is a fictional situation that never happened.
Notes: Hurt/Comfort
Yasu experiences four hours in a split second. One minute he's on the sidewalk and the next he's in a bed, sore and tired and unsure of everything. A man speaks to him, but he sounds so far away, like Yasu is hearing his voice through a tunnel.
"Wait, wait," Yasu says. The words don't form completely, and they come out in broken syllables. It's a plain room. Yasu looks from one wall to the next, and they're all the same shade of white.
It's a little like a dream, but the part right before waking up where consciousness is just barely out of reach. Yasu stares at a spot on the ceiling and focuses on it like it's the only thing in the world. He breathes slowly and the spot starts to come into focus.
"It's okay." Yasu hears the words more clearly than anything else the man says, then he looks up and he can make out a face. "You're going to be fine."
---
It isn't bad. It could be worse. Think of how lucky you are. All of the doctors and nurses and everyone else he speaks to in the hospital tell him the same thing. He walks to the train station by himself, completely upright, both legs intact.
They told him he was completely knocked out for nearly an hour. His head pounds and he wants to call someone to pick him up. Just to take him home and make sure he gets to bed because all he wants to do is sleep. But he's too embarrassed to call anyone. Too embarrassed for someone to come and fuss over him because it's not bad. It could be worse. He buys his ticket and stands in the back of the train.
Subaru rarely comes to Yasu's house unannounced, but sometimes he sends a text just to say he's on his way - not to find out if Yasu is busy, or even if he's home. Yasu thinks it's funny because it's such an indirect way to ask. If Yasu isn't home, he has to send a message back. And if he is home, Subaru is there shortly after, then they're on the way to this great new clothes shop Subaru heard about, or to this cool little music store to get a new CD. Yasu doesn't mind. He thinks it's cute. But he told Subaru that once, and Subaru hit him.
He's about halfway home, watching the street signs pass by one by one, when he gets a text message that says "I'm on my way." He decides to just leave it and hope that Subaru isn't waiting outside his door when he gets there.
It's late afternoon, just before sunset, and the streets are starting to get a little dark. Yasu walks down one block and up another, still sore everywhere. He just wants to sleep, that's all. He wonders if he should tell Subaru not to come, but Subaru might come anyway. At least he won't make the kind of fuss that Maru or Hina would. He'll probably yell at Yasu or tell him that he was being an idiot.
But Yasu knows that isn't true either. And thinks maybe he wants Subaru to be there.
The doorway is empty when he gets home. It's dark inside and he doesn't bother turning on the lights. He wants to sleep, but he's wound up, and there is only one thing he usually does when he feels like this.
He picks up his guitar from where it's leaning against an amp near the couch. He'd just been playing that morning, and he picks each of the strings to hear that they're still in tune. His left hand hangs uselessly at his side. He can feel in his fingers on the strings he wants to press down on the fretboard, but it'd be like trying to play guitar with an oven mitt. He can't see his hand under all of the bandages, but his wrist shows hints of bruises that disappear under the white gauze. He can't even squeeze his fingers together, or really move his hand at all.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembers that they're supposed to record in the studio in the next few days. He lies down and wraps his good hand around the other wrist and looks up at the ceiling until he can't keep his eyes open anymore.
---
Yasu sleeps for half an hour, then he wakes up to the sound of Subaru banging on the door like there is a fire outside. Still sore, still tired, he walks to the door. The air around him feels so thick it's like he's swimming. Subaru looks irritated when Yasu finally pulls open the door.
"Oy, what took you so--" Subaru pauses. He looks at Yasu's face, then his hand, then back to his eyes again. This is the part where Hina would be sitting him down and going over a list of natural remedies and schedule for the quickest ways to heal. It's the part where Maru would be running around like crazy trying to gather up each and every pillow in the house. Subaru looks nervous, and he opens his mouth, but nothing comes out.
Yasu tells him that he was hit at a crosswalk, weakly, like it's the stupidest excuse in the world. But it's true, the driver didn't see him there. And it isn't bad, could be worse and he should think of how lucky he is. Or so he's heard. Other than losing consciousness for an hour and the broken hand, he's perfectly fine. As long as perfectly fine includes being impossibly sore all over his body and a pounding headache.
Subaru just keeps staring at the bandages on Yasu's hand.
Yasu doesn't know if he wants Subaru to stay or if he wants him to leave, but they stand in the doorway for what feels like too long. Then Subaru makes the decision for him, walking past him and into the front room. Yasu leans against the door until it closes.
"Does it hurt?" Subaru asks. He's wearing an old t shirt, something easy to get in and out of for trying on clothes at the store. Subaru sets a bag down on one of the kitchen chairs, and Yasu knows he's going to stay awhile.
Yasu sits down on the couch again, just sinks into the cushions, trying to let all of his muscles relax. "Yeah," he says, softly.
---
Subaru makes instant noodles for both of them. They're soggy and don't have a lot of flavor, and Yasu has to set the bowl down on the arm of the couch since he can't hold it with his left hand. Subaru sits in the middle, and his knee touches Yasu's. The TV blares, and Yasu isn't able to pay attention to whatever it is. He's so tired that it just sounds like noise against his ears, but the food makes his whole body feel warm.
When they're finished, Subaru takes the bowls back to the kitchen, then he comes back and holds onto Yasu's good hand, leaning against him. Yasu is still sore, and the pressure is a little uncomfortable, but Subaru is curling up to him like he's the one who is hurt. Yasu holds onto Subaru's hand, tightly, and continues to ignore whatever is on TV.
Yasu doesn't know how he was expecting Subaru to treat him, but he's pretty sure it wasn't this. He'd almost rather Subaru was making fun of him. Then at least maybe he could laugh about it and Subaru could drag him out to the store anyway. They could find an outfit to match his bandage and Subaru could make him carry all of the bags.
Yasu doesn't realize he's crying until he feels hot tears on his cheeks and chin. It isn't sobbing and it's not like he's gulping for air, but the tears come out steadily, like an afterthought.
Subaru pulls back and looks at Yasu like he's some kind of wild animal that he has no idea what to do with. Then Yasu starts laughing because it's so silly to be crying when he really should be grateful that it's not bad as it could be. He wishes more than anything that Subaru would hit him and tell him to stop being a baby. But instead, Subaru looks down and away from Yasu's eyes, and he moves close until his arms are around Yasu's back and Yasu's chin is on Subaru's shoulder.
It only makes matters worse, because the tears start rolling out of him in waves. He's tired, he thinks. Just needs a little sleep and he'll be good as new. But, even then, he'll wake up and he'll still be sore and he'll still be bandaged and useless. Subaru doesn't say anything, but he holds on tight, just holds their chests together and lets Yasu cry into his shoulder.
Yasu's eyes start to sting and everything in the room is out of focus. It's dark in the room, and most of the light comes off of the TV. Yasu watches the colors fade in and out on Subaru's arm.
Subaru stands up from the couch and pulls Yasu with him. He leads Yasu to his bedroom and Yasu gets in between the covers, still wearing his jeans and socks and too exhausted to care. He doesn't completely remember, but it seems like Subaru holds onto him until he falls asleep.
---
It's the middle of the night when Yasu wakes up to the sound of a guitar. Not the actual notes, but the tinny sound of the strings and the hollow sound of a palm against the body. Yasu is alone in the bed and he feels so much colder than he did when he fell asleep. His hand aches and his head pounds and he's uncomfortable from sleeping in his clothes.
He was trying to avoid taking the pills he'd gotten at the hospital, but the pain is unbearable. His hand throbs and he can feel it all the way down to his feet. If anything, he feels even worse than he did before. The pills will probably make him nauseous on top of everything else.
Subaru doesn't say anything to Yasu while he walks across the front room and into the kitchen. He pours himself a glass of water, and the two pills slide down his throat. He's surprised that Subaru is still there. Subaru doesn't usually stay up this late, and normally he likes to stay in his own bed.
"Hey," Subaru says to him while he's walking back to the bedroom. He waves for Yasu to come and sit with him. Yasu sits groggily on Subaru's right, opposite the neck of the guitar.
"We're supposed to go to the studio this week," Yasu says. He feels like a burden already. But it isn't a big deal. They'll get one of the studio musicians to record his parts. As much as he knows that, it doesn't make him feel any less terrible.
Subaru nods, fiddling with the guitar strings and turning the tuning key until it sounds right.
"Teach me the song," Subaru says.
They both know that Yasu is the better guitarist and that it isn't that easy. And how would he teach Subaru anyway?
"It's okay," Yasu says. "Don't worry about it."
Subaru continues to play around with the guitar, just strumming random chords that don't have anything to do with each other. Yasu leans on Subaru's shoulder and listens. He doesn't know how to teach Subaru the song without showing him. He could write out the music, but he doesn't know if his mind will focus long enough for it, especially with the pain medication starting to make his head swim. Then Subaru takes Yasu's right hand and brings it up to the strings.
"Which chord?" Subaru asks.
Yasu runs his fingers along the strings. Yasu smiles, but buries it in Subaru's shoulder. "E," he says.
Subaru presses his fingers onto the strings, and Yasu picks the notes out. It's not a complicated song, but the picking is somewhat quick. Subaru studies Yasu's hand. After a few measures Yasu says, "G." Subaru doesn't miss a beat.
Yasu doesn't quite hit all of the notes due to his head being fuzzy, and he laughs a little every time he misses one. Subaru just keeps watching his hand, studiously, and keeps changing the chords as Yasu calls them out. Then they get to the bridge of the song and the chords come faster. Yasu strums hard and Subaru closes his eyes.
The ending is simple, just two measures of soft strumming and the notes fade out naturally.
Subaru kisses Yasu's jawline all the way up to his mouth. He takes the guitar out of his lap and sets it on the floor, then he lies Yasu down on his back, careful not to bump his bandaged hand.
It isn't like Subaru to take it so slow, and when he pulls Yasu's shirt over his head, his touches are so light that Yasu can only barely feel Subaru's hands on his chest. But it feels amazing, so soft and light that Yasu has to fight not to arch his back into them. He doesn't think he's ever seen Subaru looking like this, so flushed and hesitant.
Subaru kisses Yasu's collarbone, running his tongue along the surface. If Yasu wasn't already dizzy from the medicine, he would be now. Subaru is touching Yasu like he's fragile and breakable. Subaru makes his way up to Yasu's mouth again while his hands move into the waistband of Yasu's pants, but he stops.
Subaru looks at Yasu like he's asking permission. He doesn't even start unbuttoning Yasu's jeans until Yasu says, "Please."
It almost feels like Subaru again, when he presses his thumbs into Yasu's hips. It's almost hard enough to be him, but he's still holding back. He runs his fingers along the lines of Yasu's hips and down between his legs where he wraps his hand around the base of Yasu's cock and pulls. Yasu breathes hard and his ribs ache, but he doesn't want Subaru to do anything but keep going. Subaru leans down to kiss him again, slowly, and his teeth linger on Yasu's lower lip before he pulls away.
Subaru stands up and walks towards Yasu's room and Yasu feels the chilly air of the room on his naked skin. He pulls his jeans off, leaving them in a bundle at the end of the couch. When Subaru comes back, he's naked and hard. He takes Yasu's hand and pours some cold liquid from a small tube, then he straddles Yasu's waist and guides Yasu's fingers inside of him.
They don't often do it this way. Normally, it's Subaru's fingers inside of him, but Yasu loves it like this, too. Subaru kisses Yasu's neck while Yasu pushes his fingers deeper inside. Subaru groans against Yasu's ear.
It feels like Subaru's hands are everywhere. They're on Yasu's arms and on his chest, then on his neck and in his hair. Subaru keeps looking at him, and his face and neck and shoulders are completely flushed. Then Subaru's hands run down Yasu's body, teasing his belly ring for a just a second, then they're both wrapped around Yasu's cock, holding it in place and Yasu slides his fingers out so that Subaru can lower onto him.
Yasu gasps a little, tries to breathe deep, but it doesn't feel like there is enough air in the room. Subaru feels so good on top of him, that it makes him dizzy. Subaru doesn't stop kissing him - it's a messy kiss, sometimes straying to the side of his mouth, but he doesn't take his lips off of Yasu for even a moment. He presses one hand to Yasu's chest, for stability, and holds Yasu's wrist up over his head with the other.
There isn't much room between their bodies, and Subaru's erection presses into Yasu's stomach with each achingly slow thrust. Yasu is sure he won't hold on much longer, but it's Subaru who comes first, on Yasu's stomach. Then Yasu follows right after with Subaru kissing the side of his neck. They stay that way, just for a moment, just trying to breathe steadily. Then, Subaru pulls himself up and looks down at Yasu. Sweat rolls down his collarbone and onto Yasu's chest. He smiles and looks relived when Yasu does, too.
The couch is too small for them both to sleep on, so they go back into Yasu's bedroom. Yasu finally sleeps, deeply, with Subaru curled up against his back.
---
They arrive at work the next day, and, thankfully, everyone is kind enough not to point out how disheveled Subaru and Yasu both look. It's likely due to Yasu's bandaged hand. And it's exactly how Yasu imagined it would be; Hina says he'll bring a book by Yasu's house later, and Maru finds the one pillow in the building and makes sure it's behind Yasu's back when he sits. Although, he hadn't counted on Yoko rubbing his shoulders and Ohkura hugging him so tightly that his ribs hurt.
But Ryo scolds him for coming into work, and then all of them join in a chorus telling him to go home.
Yasu thinks about how they're always picking on him. He thinks about how it makes him love all of them just a little more.
He takes the train home by himself after he's nearly physically forced out of the building. He's told not to come back for the rest of the week, and he doesn't know what he's going to do with himself in that time.
Yasu doesn't hear the recording of the song until a few days later when Subaru sends it to his phone. It isn't the final cut, and it's horribly unpolished, but he can hear it clearly enough. Then another message comes just a few minutes after he's finished listening to the song.
"Did I get it right?"
"Perfect," Yasu writes back.