\nRating\/Warnings<\/b>: R for…well, the good stuff.
\nSummary<\/b>: Yabu and Shoon actually manage some time to themselves.
\nAN<\/b>: Happy Birthday, puppeteer8<\/a>! Many happy returns, and hopefully it’ll be a year of all good Shoon news for both of us. Also, just to clarify: the getting to b thing in Japan is like the base system in the US, like “I got to third base with her,” etc. Although, just like the base system, exactly what A, B, C, or any other letters actually are is sort of up in the air. <\/p>\n
Getting To The Good Stuff<\/b><\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153So of course the hamster gets loose then,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yabu waves his hand lazily in the air, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153and Yamada\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s all like \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcyou know I think that vent goes to the incinerator\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 but that blew up in his face, because it was Yuto who started to cry and Ryutarou just kicked him in the shin\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Shoon is laughing so hard that his cheeks are pink and his eyes are scrunched up, and Yabu joins in with him, the other people in the caf\u00c3\u00a9 glancing over at their table and clearly wondering what all the ruckus is about. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153The hamster was okay, right?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Shoon wants to know when he can breathe again, and Yabu assures him that the only one in any sort of danger was Yamada for being an ass. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153But Yuto will forgive him, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m sure,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yabu shrugs. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be Hey! Say! if half of us didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t walk in on them daily.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nothing too scandalous, I hope.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Shoon picks up his teacup and gives Yabu a knowing smirk over the lip of it. His eyes are wide and dark, and Yabu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s heart skips a beat or two. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Although scandal does seem to be going around in the debuted crowd, these days.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t remind me,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yabu groans, wrinkling his nose. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153If I have to hear one more time about Ohno-senpai\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s virtue, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m going to make Chinen eat his precious phone card.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He pauses, waiting for Shoon to finish chuckling, before he adds, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153But no, not very. I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m not sure if Yuto knows that B exists, much less how to get there.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153At his age, you were so small you would have had to hitch a ride to get to B,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Shoon teases. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And as I recall, you thought B was holding hands on the train anyway.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153And you thought B was giving Jin-senpai a blowjob behind the costume rack,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yabu retorts, giving Shoon a look that makes Shoon squirm in his chair a little. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Besides, B is for losers. I just skipped right to the good stuff.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153There was good stuff?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Shoon tilts his head. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Just who\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve you been doing the good stuff with?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Yabu kicks at Shoon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s foot under the table and grumbles that it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been nobody, lately. They stare at each other across the tiny caf\u00c3\u00a9 table for a long moment, until they both have to look away with cheeks a touch flushed. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Come over,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yabu says, voice pitched low, and he slides his foot more purposely along Shoon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are you promising me good stuff?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Shoon wants to know, but they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re already both standing up. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t your family be home?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mom\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s taking us to the movies tonight,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yabu shrugs, and this time he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t look away when Shoon catches his eye, doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t bother to hide his stare until Shoon reaches up to tug at his forelock. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153But I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll tell them I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m too tired and you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re helping me with university stuff.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
The train is busy for no particular reason that Yabu can see, but even though it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hot and sticky in the July Tokyo heat, he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t mind since it means he can lean close to Shoon without it looking strange. He waits a few minutes before sliding his hand into Shoon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s where the press of their bodies will hide it. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Loser,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Shoon murmurs, distracted by the mail he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sending his mother on his phone one-handed, but he gives Yabu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand a squeeze. Yabu just files that away for later retribution and pretends to be reading Shoon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s message so that he can tuck his chin into Shoon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder. <\/p>\n
Yabu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mother fusses over both of them for a few minutes when they get to Yabu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s house, Shoon because she doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get to very often these days, and Yabu because the pathetic and overworked face he is making isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t entirely a fraud. Yabu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s patience is just starting to fray when his brother and sister show up to push their mother out the door.<\/p>\n
On the way out, his brother gives them a last look over his shoulder that says Yabu owes him one, clearly aware of exactly what\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s going on. Shoon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s blush is so cute that the door is barely shut before Yabu has him up against the wall, their mouths pressed together. <\/p>\n
Shoon hums a little, trying to say something, but Yabu just kisses him harder, until Shoon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hands come up to knot in Yabu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair. Yabu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s neck is starting to pull from the height difference, but he ignores it and slides his knee between Shoon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s so that he can roll their hips tight together. Shoon tears his mouth away to pant for air, and Yabu feels Shoon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers slide from his hair to twist in his shirt instead, feels the tremble of Shoon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s body against his. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153My room,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yabu orders, grabbing Shoon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand and dragging him along without waiting for a reply. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Now<\/i>.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
He pushes Shoon into his room and kicks some laundry aside to shove the door shut. When he turns around, he freezes at the sight of Shoon stripping off his shirt, revealing pale skin and muscle in a smooth pull. Yabu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s breath catches, and Shoon looks up at the sound. <\/p>\n
Yabu expects Shoon to blush or protest, Shoon not generally being much of an exhibitionist. He is not expecting Shoon to give a wicked grin that makes Yabu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s stomach flip over, and then to run a hand slowly down his stomach to pause right above the button to his jeans. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Any time you want to catch up,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Shoon says, running his thumb over the curve of the button, and half of Yabu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s clothes are on the floor before Shoon even finishes laughing. <\/p>\n
Yabu tumbles both of them onto his bed, groaning at the slide of Shoon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bare chest along his own, and he captures Shoon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth again as he nudges them over until they aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t hanging precariously off the edge of the bed anymore. Shoon is fumbling with the catch of Yabu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s jeans, but Yabu can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be bothered to return the favor, too occupied with the heat of Shoon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s back under his palms and the way Shoon whines when he skims fingers underneath Shoon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s waistband. <\/p>\n
Eventually Shoon prevails, and shoves everything out of the way enough to wrap a hand around Yabu. Yabu curses and reaches for Shoon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s jeans again, But Shoon just smiles sweetly and strokes hard enough to rob Yabu of his motor control. Yabu tries to fight, but his movement is restricted by his pants still tangled around his thighs, and he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t keep his eyes from falling shut any more than he can keep his hips from rising into Shoon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s touch. <\/p>\n
The touch stops as quickly as it started, and Yabu opens his eyes to find Shoon leaning over him, watching. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I want you,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he says, the words pitched so there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s no confusion about what he means, and then he kisses Yabu before Yabu can argue about it. <\/p>\n
Somehow the rest of their clothes come off and Yabu digs some things they don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t use very often out of a drawer, and then Shoon is hot and tight around Yabu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers, rocking into the touch and gripping Yabu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulders tightly. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Come on, please,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Shoon begs, breathless and dark-eyed, and Yabu never could refuse anything Shoon asked him for, certainly not this sort of Shoon, desperate and beautiful and spread across Yabu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bed. <\/p>\n
Slipping inside of Shoon feels so good it almost stops Yabu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s heart, and that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the other reason they don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t do it very often, aside from not having the time or a place to do it: because when he has Shoon like this, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s so hard to let go afterwards, so much harder to pretend that this isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t all he wants to do every day, every waking moment. <\/p>\n
But they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re both here now, so Yabu pushes thoughts of later aside and concentrates instead on the way Shoon is wrapping arms around his neck and pushing against him, murmuring his name in a desperate, heated chant. Yabu moves with him, kissing his forehead, nose, hair, any part of Shoon he can reach. When Shoon lets go of Yabu with one hand to reach between them, Yabu wishes he could help out more, but he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s using both hands to brace himself above Shoon. <\/p>\n
He knows it would be easier if they changed positions, but he likes this one the best, likes to see Shoon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face as Shoon throws his head back and tells Yabu how good it feels, how good he<\/i> feels. Shoon doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t seem to mind, anyway, and Yabu certainly isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stopping, too close to think about anything except holding on until he feels the telltale clench of Shoon around him, hears the breathless, choked-off wail Shoon gives against Yabu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s throat. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153We don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t do that very often,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Shoon comments when they are curled up in a lazy pile afterwards, reading Yabu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mind in that off-hand way he does sometimes. <\/p>\n
Yabu shrugs a shoulder. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t usually have enough time.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Much space either,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Shoon agrees, giving Yabu a teasing shove to demonstrate the smallness of Yabu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bed. He grins wickedly at Yabu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s glare as he steadies himself, and Yabu decides that now is as good a time as any to bring up something else he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been thinking about. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been thinking about getting a king-sized bed,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he says airily, and Shoon bursts out laughing. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Have you been thinking about how a king-sized bed would magically fit into your bedroom?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Shoon asks. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yabu says, and takes a deep breath. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153So I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been thinking about getting my own apartment to put it in.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yabu!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Shoon sits up to examine his face. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are you serious?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Rent\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s awfully expensive though,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yabu continues, struggling to keep his voice casual. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153So I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll need a roommate too. And there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll probably only be room for one bed if it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a king-size. Know anybody who wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t mind sleeping with me on a regular basis?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Surprise, realization, and excitement all kaleidoscope over Shoon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face before he schools it back into a cool expression to play along. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I doubt it. Hikaru says you snore like a drunken lord these days.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Drat.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yabu swallows the fierce pounding of his heart to keep the game going. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I suppose I could also mention that I intend to have an entire cupboard filled with nothing but the finest teas\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Shoon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s coolness dissolves as he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t hold back his laughter. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yabu Kota, are you trying to seduce me with fancy teas?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Is it working?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yabu asks, making a plaintive face, and Shoon punches him in the shoulder. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Of course it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s working, you idiot,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he answers, leaning down to kiss Yabu\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder and then his mouth, and Yabu yanks Shoon down, tight against him, and kisses him fiercely back, until they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re both out of breath. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You really want to?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yabu asks, all teasing aside, watching Shoon\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face closely. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Shoon says, grinning. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I really do snore,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yabu warns, grinning back like an idiot. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Shoon shrugs, eyes dark with happiness, and Yabu squeezes him hard enough to make him grunt, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153but I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m hoping to soon.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
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