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Journey to the Stars
(or the Idiotic Love Story of Tegoshi and his Boyband) 8/12 by Tha Wrecka
See part 0 for details.
8.
Yamapi said that he wanted to go out with Tegoshi again some time when they were both free. Tegoshi wasn't about to say no to this and he let Yamapi make the plans.
They decided to just meet up and hang around, pretty casual. Yamapi told Tegoshi not to dress up and just wear things he'd normally wear around him. That probably meant the pink hooded sweater which he was starting to grow out of but he still thought was really cute.
He wanted to look casual but he still wanted to look good, the sexy kind of casual. Every time he looked in his wardrobe he decided he hated all his clothes. He tried on a number of different outfits and it felt like none of them worked. Every time he left his room in a low cut top his grandma told him he looked cold and he went back to change again. By the time he finished, half his clothes were strewn across the room, decorating his room in cheerful rainbow splotches, and he had to take the time to put them all back and tidy so that his mother wouldn't get annoyed at him. He started to feel that Nishikido-kun was right and he should never wear anything but grey and blue; at least then it would be easier to find clothes that matched.
Tegoshi was nervous, more nervous than he should be. He kept having to tell himself that it wasn't a date, just a couple of guys who know each other through work hanging out for a bit, but that didn't ease the butterflies in his stomach.
It really wasn't a date, after all. Yamapi wasn't going to give him flowers or a present, or discuss marriage. They weren't going to hold hands or do romantic things together. There was no reason to be nervous. He just couldn't stop thinking about that kiss and whether Yamapi would do that again this night.
Yamapi was driving in but he told Tegoshi to take the train and meet him there.
By the time Tegoshi got into the area it was starting to get dark. Tegoshi turned around, unable to see Yamapi anywhere. He worried he'd been forgotten until he felt a tap on his shoulder and there Yamapi was.
Yamapi looked really good. Yamapi also didn't look casual at all. Tegoshi felt ridiculously under dressed in his pink sweater, t-shirt and jeans. It almost made him want to look at his feet in embarrassment but Yamapi was wearing a leather jacket that made Tegoshi's mouth go dry and that was worth keeping his eyes on.
Tegoshi waved a little wave at Yamapi as greeting, not trusting his mouth to speak in anything approaching sense.
Yamapi decided they had to go eat pretty much straightaway. He grabbed Tegoshi by the lower arm and dragged him all over the place to find "this one place, the food is awesome, you'll love it."
Tegoshi suspected he'd enjoy the food less than he'd enjoy Yamapi's visible appreciation of the food.
It turned out to be a quiet, out of the way place that looked cosy. Yamapi took off his hat as soon as they sat down and his hair flopped around his face in a way that Tegoshi really liked.
"What's that?" Yamapi asked, pushing aside one edge of Tegoshi's pink sweater with a long finger, and Tegoshi felt like the path of Yamapi's finger was going to leave a brightly coloured trail across his skin like in that American movie he saw part of when he was 10. "I can't see the pattern properly."
"It has rainbows on it," Tegoshi replied.
"Ah, it's very cute."
It was a nice little eatery, very cosy. He got Yamapi to order for him because he was sure Pi would know what was good.
The food was kind of nice but Tegoshi was so distracted by Yamapi's little noises of appreciation for every mouthful that he didn't pay much attention to the taste.
He was nervous at the start of the night but as it went on, as he talked and smiled and got to see some of the things that Yamapi liked, he grew more and more at ease. As it got late he felt comfortable laughing and teasing Yamapi a little, making some jokes he was normally not likely to share with his group's leader.
"I like it when you smile like that," Yamapi said. "Your honest face is the most appealing face you can give me."
"How do you come up with stuff like that?" Tegoshi asked. He smiled an easy smile but inside he felt like he'd been tipped off balance.
Yamapi kept touching him. Not like the normal friendly band touching but lingering touches that put Tegoshi on edge; hand on his arm while making a point, hand on his knee for a fleeting moment. Yamapi put his hand on Tegoshi's lower back as he guided them out after the meal and all Tegoshi could feel was prickly heat spreading out from that point, setting his lower body on fire.
This is what grown ups do, Tegoshi thought. They go to adult venues, do adult things and then they go home and... Tegoshi couldn't even finish the thought.
When it got late Yamapi offered to drive him home and then even walked him to the door. He seemed amiable, if a little awkward, as they made small talk all the way and Tegoshi didn't want the flirting and the fun to stop.
"I don't know what I should do next," Pi said.
"You should kiss me."
"You think so?"
"You should definitely kiss me."
Yamapi put his arm against the door and leaned down a little.
"Hmm, I might consider it," he said in a low and dangerous voice that made Tegoshi's insides want to liquefy.
"Ah, don't consider it too long," Tegoshi said, tipping his head back and exposing the clean lines of his throat, "or I might just get bored and go inside."
"That would be bad," Yamapi said, his mouth almost brushing Tegoshi's with every word.
It was intoxicating, the way Yamapi was playing with him.
"It would," Tegoshi agreed, and then Yamapi kissed him, a quick and intense press of his mouth.
Yamapi made a motion as if to move back but Tegoshi pulled him closer, forced the kiss open. He could hear Yamapi's deep intake of air before he pressed against him completely, pressed hard against the door.
Tegoshi looped one arm around Yamapi's neck. He wanted to jump up and wrap his legs around Yamapi's waist, wanted to press against him until he burst at the seams, but he knew he couldn't.
Yamapi pulled away from him but not completely, breathing hard, pressed little open kisses against the corners of Tegoshi's mouth, along his jaw. Tegoshi's arm around Yamapi's neck went slack.
"Can I come in?" Yamapi asked.
"Ah, I wish you could but actually my family are all home," Tegoshi replied, feeling like he needed to catch his breath.
"Families love me," Yamapi said.
"I think my grandmother is in love with you," Tegoshi said, the next day. "She kept going on about how glad she was that I work with such a nice boy and I should definitely bring you over again."
Yamapi took him out for a third time, to a movie. Yamapi slung his arm over the back of Tegoshi's seat. Tegoshi couldn't pay attention to the movie, couldn't even remember what it was. They left early.
Without a word Yamapi took him home.
They quietly made their way to Yamapi's bedroom, Yamapi leading the way. It was untidy, things piled on other things and everything all a mess. Tegoshi couldn't really see it well in the dark. Tegoshi had a brief moment to worry and hope that Yamapi hadn't been all that interested in the movie before Yamapi closed the door behind them.
Yamapi didn't even bother to turn the light on before he turned Tegoshi around and kissed him. Tegoshi immediately melted against him. All that pent up desire was taking him over, making it hard to think. He was near to bursting with it and almost ready to pop. He grabbed at any part of Yamapi he could and mewled as Yamapi touched him, too.
Yamapi pushed the jacket from Tegoshi's shoulders and the hat from his head. His clothes seemed to be slipping off more easily than he would have thought possible. By the time he stumbled back to the bed his shirt was undone and Yamapi had Tegoshi's trousers halfway down his legs. Tegoshi was impressed by this skill, wondered if it was honed by years of costume changes or by lots of sex.
Tegoshi kicked his pants the rest of the way off and wriggled back on to the bed. Yamapi settled himself in front of him and set to exploring his body with clever hands.
Yamapi kissed up a slender leg until his mouth reach Tegoshi's bent knee.
Tegoshi's breath was hitching. He kept opening and closing his eyes and his head kept rolling back, as if he couldn't control his body. Yamapi found it a little alarming.
"Are you alright?"
"Yes! Just don't stop," Tegoshi gasped.
Yamapi bent back to his task, bent Tegoshi's knees wider with his fingers and mouth. His tongue traced the subtle lines of muscles until it reached the apex of Tegoshi's thighs. There he let it linger over the flat points of Tegoshi's hipbones.
His fingers travelled up Tegoshi's body, just barely dragging over heated skin, until they slipped onto Tegoshi's face, moved over his bottom lip and butted against the edges of his perfect white teeth.
Every particle of Yamapi's body was alive with sensation. His fingers hummed with the night's electricity as they scraped over the harder parts of Tegoshi's mouth. Tegoshi licked them, let his tongue split Yamapi's fingers apart and brought his upper lip down over them, bent them right into the cavern of his mouth. He tried to suck on them but the action disintegrated into a moan.
Yamapi mouthed his way up to Tegoshi's midsection. Tegoshi quivered, made sticky sounds with the back of his throat. He was crumbling under Yamapi's touch.
Yamapi paused with his nose pressed against Tegoshi's ribs. "Calm down."
He placed a soft, closed mouth kiss against the skin there and pulled his slick fingers from Tegoshi's mouth, used them to move the sweaty hair out of Tegoshi's eyes.
Tegoshi's eyes were wild. He looked a little lost and confused and a lot like he was wondering why they'd stopped. He said Pi's name in a questioning voice and breathed until his chest began to calm.
"You were too wound up," Yamapi said. "If it kept going like that you'd be done in a few minutes. I'm going to make this last."
Yamapi stood up and started to remove his clothes.
Naked, Yamapi was certainly very impressive. Body like the pin ups on his walls. Tegoshi wasn't sure what he'd been imagining but it certainly didn't disappoint.
"You're so... big!"
Yamapi smiled a cheeky grin and tossed his hair over his shoulder.
Tegoshi was more than impressed, he was a little awed.
Yamapi pushed Tegoshi's knees back to his chest and bent his fingers to working their way inside him.
When he finally pushed into him, Tegoshi made a low throaty noise, almost like a choking sound.
Yamapi paused and asked, "Are you okay?" over the breathing noises in his ears.
"It's almost like I can feel it all the way to the base of my throat," Tegoshi said, slowly, breathing deeply the whole time.
Tegoshi raised one shaking hand from the bed and entangled it in Yamapi's hair, used it to pull him closer, and Yamapi took it as a sign, thrust in and out as hard as he wanted.
Tegoshi stretched his back into an interesting arch over the bed and the hand he had in Yamapi's hair fell away. The next thrust knocked him to his elbows. His legs curled around Yamapi, one feet coming to rest against Yamapi's hardworking thigh, just under the swell of his arse. It was like it knocked something loose inside him.
He splintered into a million pieces underneath Yamapi.
The sweat cooled on his thighs.
Tegoshi picked up his hand, looked at it in the dim light of the room. Was it different? It felt different. His fingers seemed to have changed from the way there were before this night. He let his hand come down to rest on Yamapi's sweaty hair, looked away from the ceiling.
Yamapi pushed himself up, eyes wide and arms trembling on his elbows like he was trying desperately to keep awake. He looked exhausted, long days and long nights taking their toll on him and painting a darker tint to the skin under his eyes. His dark hair flopped around his face and Tegoshi let his fingers sink into it.
"You should sleep," Tegoshi said, in a voice that had to remember how it could be used.
Tegoshi went home a changed man.
It was like something had been pushed open in him, opening him up like a flower in spring, loosening that tension between his shoulders, making something easy in his smile.