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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Johnny's_Entertainment, Johnny's_Jr.
  Relationship:
      Iwahashi_Genki/Jinguji_Yuta
  Character:
      Iwahashi_Genki, Jinguji_Yuta
  Additional Tags:
      PWP, Romance, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-09 Words: 917
****** All the little lights ******
by Lady_Michiru
Summary
     A sad Genki is Jinguji's weakness.
Notes
     Happy birthday Aurore!!! :D
     You are legally entitled to read this fic now and I hope you like it!
     <3
Jinguji has always been weak to Genki’s tears, that is how this whole thing
began; not that Jinguji is complaining. Not at all.
They weren’t even in the same team of the stupid TV show this time, so it
seemed like a really long time since he had seen Genki for the last time when
he found him in one of the building’s corridors.
“Can I go home with you?” Genki had asked, and one look into his sad eyes was
all that took for Jinguji to agree.
Reia always mocked him for this, for the way he just couldn’t say no to Genki.
But Reia didn’t seem to get what Jinguji saw in the older boy.
For instance this, Genki’s silky smooth white skin, and the goosebumps that
break into it as Jinguji kisses Genki’s neck. Genki’s voice, his quiet gasps,
and the way he burrows his face on Jinguji’s shoulder not to moan when Jinguji
touches him some place that feels good, even though he knows there is no one
else in the house.
He isn’t sure how this came to be, he just knows he had wanted to kiss Genki’s
tears and for once no one stopped him, not even himself.
He’d kissed Genki’s cheeks, and his temples, and then Genki had giggled, so
Jinguji had been forced to fake annoyance and take distance from him. Genki’s
lips looked tempting, plump, red, and he had wanted this for so long, so damn
long.
Genki’s lips had tasted salty and sweet, and he had smiled afterwards, so
Jinguji had felt forced to kiss him again, and again. Deeper and hotter.
And so, they had ended up here, pressed together on Jinguji’s bed, still
overdressed and sweat soaked, because Jinguji just forgot about turning the
aircon on and now he wouldn’t stand up for anything in the world.
Jinguji’s hands roam over Genki’s body, over his clothes and under them, trying
to discover Genki’s weaknesses in the same reckless way he approaches
everything in his life.
As much as he likes to boast about his sexual prowess and experience, the truth
is this is the first time Jinguji touches someone like this. He does his best
to look like he knows what he’s doing, but when he tries to undress Genki like
he’s helping him through a costume change on a concert, Genki stops him.
“Shhh…” Genki whispers, and kisses Jinguji’s forehead. “Slowly.”
So Jinguji lets himself be guided, feeling a bit embarrassed, but it’s not like
Genki would tell anybody about this. He follows Genki’s lead, lets Genki
undress him and undresses Genki without haste, touching him and letting him
touch him lightly in the process, kissing every bit of skin that becomes
uncovered, until they are both naked and kneeling face to face on Jinguji’s
bed, and Jinguji just has to hug him, as out of place as that might seem right
now.
He breathes in, letting Genki’s smell fill him, calm him.
And then Genki groans, and all of Jinguji’s blood heads south.
“Is it all right?” Jinguji asks, backing down a bit so he can see Genki’s eyes;
he hears the way his voice trembles like a faraway echo of his words.
Genki nods, and his cheeks are the most adorable shade of pink as he takes
Jinguji’s wrist, guides his hand down. It’s Jinguji who gasps when he finds
Genki already hard, for once all his smugness is gone, leaving just wonder in
its stead.
“Genki…” And all those months of Jinguji being all cool and calling him
Iwahashi fly through the window in just one second, and Genki has won. Jinguji
doesn’t know what exactly, but knows that Genki knows it anyway.
“Jin-chan,” Genki pants, and it’s Jinguji’s turn to moan when Genki wraps his
fingers around his erection. “Just like this, okay?”
Jinguji wants to answer, to bark back some smart retort or anything that would
make him look sassy, but the only thing he can get out is an undignified wail
as Genki begins to jerk him off.
“You too…” Genki hisses, and Jinguji blushes as he complies.
Jinguji kisses Genki then, wet and messy and desperate, trying to take some of
the edge off because his hormones are just burning in his veins and he is
afraid he won’t last very long and it will be embarrassing. But then Genki
begins pumping him faster, twisting his wrist on the down stroke, and Jinguji
can’t think anymore, just feel.
It still takes him by surprise when it happens, pleasure flooding all his body
from his fingers and toes and up, down, swirling inside and contracting to its
minimal expression before exploding, white hot fire behind his eyelids.
He manages to keep his hand moving even through the aftershocks, until Genki
lets out the most beautiful whine, and topples forward, muffling his last moan
on Jinguji’s chest.
They collapse on the bed after they clean up a bit, they still have to take a
bath afterward, but they are too tired to move right now. Genki curls up to
Jinguji, and they are sweaty and gross, and it still feels amazing.
“Thank you,” Genki sighs, and Jinguji’s heart beats a little faster, so he just
kisses Genki’s hair, and sniffs him for a bit longer.
He is grateful too, among many other feelings, but he doesn’t want to talk
about it, so he just rains kisses all over Genki’s face. And Genki smiles,
because maybe he gets it anyway.
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