\nRating\/Warnings<\/b>: R for Yamada teaching Yuto important things.
\nSummary<\/b>: Yuto somehow doesn’t know anything, but Yamada thinks it’s cute. Mostly.
\nAN<\/b>: I blame blahchiharu<\/a> for this action right here. <\/p>\n
Completely Clueless<\/b><\/p>\n
Nakajima Yuto is one of those people who somehow remain completely innocent, despite the fact that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been in the Jimusho for almost half a decade. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s talented and attractive enough that it doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t seem possible, but somehow Yuto manages to stay completely clueless about things that most juniors learn the first time they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re naked in a locker room. Yamada thinks Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s naivet\u00c3\u00a9 is cute, most of the time. <\/p>\n
Now is not one of those times. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What is it?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamada asks, keeping his voice calm despite the fact that reasonable is about the last thing he wants to be with only ten minutes or so until the rest of 7 comes back from their half of the photoshoot. <\/p>\n
Yuto looks away and shrugs his shoulders, the slick fabric of his jacket rustling along the wall that Yamada has him pressed up against. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yuto,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamada brushes his nose against Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cheek, and Yuto shivers underneath him, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153tell me what\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wrong.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yuto seems to shrink in on himself a bit, hunches his shoulders to make himself look smaller like he does on stage sometimes. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I feel weird.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Why?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamada asks, reluctantly backing up a step because it seems like the only way to get a good look at Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just you and me here, there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s nothing to feel weird about.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No, I mean,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s blushing now, and Yamada can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stop his imagination from working on what that blush might look like if they were alone in Yamada\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s room and wearing a lot fewer clothes. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I feel<\/i> weird. Like\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6too warm. Sort of itchy. My stomach feels funny.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
For a second, Yamada doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even have a response to that, he just stares at Yuto with his mouth open a little. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Do you think I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m getting sick?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yuto asks, looking very serious. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yuto,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamada says after a couple seconds of silence, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153you haven\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t liked anybody before me, have you?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yuto drops his gaze and shakes his head. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re supposed<\/i> to feel weird.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Yuto looks back up and blinks. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I am?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Yamada gives up on talking, which is getting them exactly nowhere, and just leans in to kiss Yuto before he can move. At first Yuto lets him, passive as Yamada urges his head to tilt to one side and kisses him more firmly. Then Yuto relaxes into it, mouth moving a little under Yamada\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s as if testing, and Yamada brushes his palm over Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cheek in encouragement.<\/p>\n
Just as Yamada thinks they might be getting somewhere, Yuto stiffens back up and pushes Yamada away. Yamada growls, but when he opens his eyes, Yuto is staring at the floor, looking embarrassed and miserable, and Yamada tries to swallow his frustration. <\/p>\n
His voice still comes out rather snappish when he demands, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What<\/i>?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s weird<\/i>,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yuto insists, refusing to meet Yamada\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gaze. <\/p>\n
Yamada counts to ten, taking deep breaths, and when his head is bit clearer, he notices the way Yuto is shifting uncomfortably centers mostly around his hips, and then he thinks he understands. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hey!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yuto protests when Yamada leans in close again. He tries to push against Yamada, to twist away, but Yamada grabs his waist to hold him still, and then presses against him from chest to knee. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Stop it!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Is that what you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re worried about?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamada asks, nudging at the hard length digging into his hip.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yamada!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yuto wails, completely flustered. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m serious, let go!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No. Stop struggling and look at me.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Yuto does, because he always does what Yamada tells him to, even though he looks like all he wants is to sink through the floor. Yamada strokes Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s waist under his jacket soothingly.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not weird,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he says. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not just you.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Yamada rolls his hips, just enough that Yuto can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t miss his answering hardness, and some of the stiffness bleeds out of Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulders. The surprise on his face is even sort of cute, Yamada thinks. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I like you,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamada tries explaining again. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I like kissing you, and I like touching you. You should like it too, okay? I mean, you do, right?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Uh-huh,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yuto answers shyly, and he seems about to add something else, but Yamada kisses him again, impatient. <\/p>\n
This time Yuto responds to the kiss, hesitant and unpracticed, but it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s something, and Yamada encourages him with soft noises and the stroke of his fingers over Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ribs. Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shyness is sweet, enticing, and Yamada rolls his hips without meaning too, making the pressure of Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth hiccup in surprise.<\/p>\n
It breaks the kiss, and Yamada wonders if he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s scared Yuto off again, but then Yuto gives a tiny hiproll of his own, more of a nudge really, and when Yamada looks up at Yuto, he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s smiling shyly at Yamada, cheeks pink. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Fuck, Yuto<\/i>,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamada groans, heat washing through his veins, and he crushes their mouths back together, holding tight to Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s waist to keep from doing something he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll definitely regret later. <\/p>\n
The door opens behind them, and despite the growl of annoyance Yamada gives as Yuto pulls away, deep inside he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s glad for the interruption because he isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sure he can be trusted to stop. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fine,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Ryutarou calls back to the others, head appearing around the door to check out the scene. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153They aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t doing it or anything.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oi!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamada snaps, as Yuto splutters and turns bright red. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Of course we aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He shoves at Ryutarou\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder as Ryutarou trots by. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And how do you know what \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcit\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 is, anyway?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Please,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Ryutarou gives Yamada a condescending look over his shoulder. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Do you know how long I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been a jyannis?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153How would two guys do \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcit\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 anyways?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yuto mumbles, and Yamada slaps a hand to his forehead. <\/p>\n
Sometimes, Yamada really wonders if he wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be better off trying to seduce just about anybody else in JUMP. <\/p>\n
A few weeks later, when Yuto is sleeping over at Yamada\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s house, he knows the answer is yes for sure. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamada asks groggily when he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s woken up in the middle of the night. When he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d fallen asleep, he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d had his arm tucked around Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s waist, but now Yuto is scrunched tightly against the wall, as far away from Yamada as he can get. Yamada blinks a few times at Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s back in the darkness. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wrong?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Nothing,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yuto says, but his voice is thick, and then he sniffles. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Are you crying?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamada squints at Yuto in confusion. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Did you have a bad dream?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yuto answers, then, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sort of,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d and then he sniffles and says no again. <\/p>\n
Yamada has no idea what the problem is, but he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s far too tired to care, and he reaches for Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder, figuring that once they\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re snuggled close again, Yuto will forget about whatever it is and let Yamada go back to sleep. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yuto protests, shrugging Yamada\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand off, and Yamada frowns.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s your problem?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamada asks, shifting close enough to wrap his arm back around Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s waist, and he doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t understand what Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s making such a fuss for until his fingers brush over the wet spot on Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pajama pants. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he says. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153That?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Yuto just shrugs stiffly. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You had a dream,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamada struggles to think, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153about me?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d He doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get a response, and he rolls his eyes. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fine, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s just a wet dream.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yuto asks after a beat. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153A wet dream<\/i>,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamada repeats, too cranky from being woken up to remember that Yuto needs a light touch. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s totally normal! You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve never had one before?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No, okay?!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yuto exclaims, and he twists his head to glare at Yamada. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Sorry for being such a loser!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Yamada doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t answer at first, startled by Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s outburst, and trying to remember if he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ever seen Yuto shout before. But then he discards the thought as unimportant, and moves to tug Yuto into a hug. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh, leave me alone,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yuto protests, voice shaking, but Yamada ignores him and slides closer when Yuto refuses to budge, since Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s back is against the wall already. He wraps his arms around Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s chest and squeezes until Yuto relaxes, if somewhat grumpily. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You really don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know anything,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamada asks affectionately, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153do you?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I do so,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yuto answers sulkily, voice muffled against Yamada\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s T-shirt. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I know Kame-kun\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s phone number and all of JUMP\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s schedules for next week and the choreography to every Kinki Kids single.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Yamada can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t help but laugh, even though it makes Yuto grumble some more, because that is very much Nakajima Yuto in a nutshell. He gets a hand in Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hair and pulls Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s head back to kiss his cheek. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fine if you don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know anything,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he says, and now that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s thinking about it, the thought of anybody else explaining sex to his innocent little Yuu-chan sort of makes Yamada want to punch somebody in the face. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153It just means I get to teach you myself.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Teach me what?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yuto asks, clearing his throat to get rid of the last of the tantrum, and what\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s underneath is the shyness and the curiosity that Yamada finds so alluring. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll see,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he murmurs, turning his head to kiss Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth instead. He traces Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s lips with his tongue until Yuto parts them, coaxes Yuto with little nudges until Yuto is kissing back, unsure brushes of his tongue against Yamada\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s. The sweetness of it makes heat sing in Yamada\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s veins, and there won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t be any interruptions this time. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153What?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yuto asks vaguely when Yamada pushes him onto his back, but he loses his voice when Yamada bends his head to scrape his teeth lightly over Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s throat. <\/p>\n
Yuto starts to protest when Yamada pushes Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s pajama pants out of the way and wraps a hand around him, but Yamada shuts him up with another kiss, humming when he tightens his grip and Yuto clutches at his shoulders for support. Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin is damp and hot, and Yamada muffles a groan against Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s mouth when Yuto raises his hips into the touch. <\/p>\n
He thinks about kissing Yuto the whole way through it, about tasting all Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shivers and protests, but in the end he pulls his mouth away because he wants to hear Yuto instead, wants to hear the sweet, low noises Yuto is trying desperately to keep from making. <\/p>\n
It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not long before Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s grip on Yamada grows desperate, and he buries his face against Yamada\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s chest as his whole body tightens, then goes slack. Yamada ignores his own pressing need in favor of gathering Yuto close and kissing him while he trembles and pants for air. <\/p>\n
He can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t ignore it for very long, though, not with Yuto staring up at him with his heavy-lidded gaze and shy smile. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yuto,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamada says, shifting his hips and trying to figure out how he can ask without scaring Yuto off. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Please\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Oh,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes widen, and Yamada shivers at the way there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a just a touch of understanding in the innocence now. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You want\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6can I?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s touch is as timid as his questions, which should be an unbearable tease but is honestly just hot, as is the way Yuto licks his lower lip in concentration as he adjusts his grip, and the way he keeps flicking glances at Yamada\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s face to make sure he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s doing okay. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Please,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamada begs, so close he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shaking, fingers twisted in the sheets so that he won\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t grab Yuto and give him a bunch of embarrassing bruises. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Please, just\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6just a little harder?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Hmm,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d says Yuto thoughtfully, and Yamada whimpers. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Like this?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
His grips tightens, just enough, just perfect, and Yamada comes undone in a trembling, fumbling, glorious mess. <\/p>\n
When he opens his eyes, Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sitting up next to him, holding his hand in the air and looking around, his uncertainty at what to do so adorable that it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s comic. Yamada laughs and tugs Yuto down against him, uses the sheet to clean both of them off. <\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Um,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yuto starts when they are settled back down together, Yamada curled in a warm line along Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s back. Yamada makes an encouraging noise, eyes already closed. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153So\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6was that what Ryutarou was talking about? It?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153No.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Yamada smiles against the back of Yuto\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s neck, smiles harder when Yuto shivers. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153No, it wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
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