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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Johnny's_Entertainment, Johnny's_Jr.
  Relationship:
      Jinguji_Yuta/Nakamura_Reia
  Character:
      Jinguji_Yuta, Nakamura_Reia
  Additional Tags:
      PWP, Roughness, FQF_Challenge_Fic
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-14 Words: 3624
****** Do I wanna know? ******
by Lady_Michiru
Summary
     Prompt: Quiet sex when other members are sleeping in the same room.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Oh god, you have to be kidding me…is the first thing Reia thinks when he wakes
up and feels a pair of hands roaming his chest, a warm breath blowing softly
over his neck and a lean body pressed up along his back.
Is the dead of the night, all the lights are out and his mind is kind of foggy,
but Reia doesn’t need to see who’s behind him. He knows.
“What the hell are you doing, Jinguji?” Reia hisses, as low as he can, because
there are six of them stuffed at the cheap hotel room and Genki is sound asleep
across him, in a bed just a couple of feet away.
Reia doesn’t exactly know how Jinguji ended in his bed… again, but of course
there’s no budget for them, so they all have to share one room. And Jinguji is
a sneaky bastard.
“You smell too damn good when you’re asleep,” Jinguji answers, whispering
directly into his ear as his hands drift lower; his nose nuzzles Reia’s neck
pointedly and he takes a deep breath before he starts nibbling at the skin
there.
Jinguji’s touch lacks any subtlety as he dives for the lower hem of the T-shirt
Reia sleeps in and one of his hands crawl under it to tweak one of his nipples
while the other one circles his waist, pulls him closer against him. Reia can
already feel him hardening against his ass.
Reia’s body is catching up a lot quicker than his mind though, because
apparently teenage hormones don’t know much about timing or what is right, but
he stiffens himself against it, resists the urge to lean into Jinguji’s touch.
If he wants it, Jinguji might as well work for it, dammit.
“Give it up, Reia. You know you want to,” murmurs Jinguji, and as if to prove
it, he drags the hand that is not relentlessly playing with his nipples
downwards, where Reia’s cock is already half hard.
Reia tries not to gasp as Jinguji palms him through the fabric of his boxers in
slow circular motions, pausing to press down a little then resuming the
tantalizing caress; he struggles not to let his hips get on with the rhythm,
not to push back onto Jinguji’s hardness, but by now Jinguji knows where and
how to touch him, and self-control is quickly becoming overrated.
Jinguji doesn’t seem discouraged by Reia’s restraint anyway; if anything his
intents increase. He laps at the base of Reia’s neck, and blows air onto the
wet skin, chuckling darkly at the shiver he gets in response.
“Still on denial?” Jinguji asks against Reia’s skin, his hips rocking lazily
against him.
“Shut up,” Reia quietly snaps, but his body betrays him and he bites a moan as
he rubs deeply against Jinguji, cursing inwardly at his hormones. He can
imagine the stupid cocky smile on Jinguji’s lips, and the annoyance that
invades him does nothing to lessen his arousal, his hips moving against Jinguji
again.
“That’s more like it,” Jinguji encourages, trying for mockingly, but his voice
is already raspy and the effect gets lost.
“Just… shut up,” Reia insists, but this time he does something about it. He
turns his head and captures Jinguji’s mouth in a wet, messy kiss, all tongue
and repressed moans as he finally lets go, lets his body get in synch with the
rhythm when Jinguji presses harder against him, snaps his hips rougher,
breathing heavily in Reia’s mouth.
“You are already hard,” there’s a certain sense of wonder buried beneath all
the teasing in Jinguji’s voice as he tightens his hand around Reia’s cock over
his underwear, and that’s the only thing that stops Reia from throwing him out
of his bed and into the floor.
Instead, he stops and sits up, moving away a little to get rid of his T-shirt
and boxers, because the room it’s stuffy and because he doesn’t want his
clothes getting dirty… again. And maybe because he doesn’t mind that much the
feeling of Jinguji’s skin against his own.
He turns around to find Jinguji still in his pajamas, lying on his back on the
bed, watching him through squinted eyes in the darkness. He is panting and a
little sweaty, that ridiculous hair disheveled and standing in all directions,
and Reia chooses to focus on his exasperation at the permanence of clothes
instead of the weird tingly way he feels.
“Undress,” he orders, quietly but firmly, tugging at the hem of Jinguji’s
pajama top.
“I like it better when you do it,” Jinguji replies, making no attempt to move.
Reia just rolls his eyes and dives his hands under the fabric, dragging his
fingers over soft, warm skin as he rolls it up, uncovering Jinguji’s chest. He
urges the younger boy to lift his hands and his head a little, throwing the
garment at the floor once Jinguji is free from it, which leaves him with an
expansion of smooth white skin before him, just for him.
Reia licks Jinguji’s neck, because he can and because he enjoys the way Jinguji
arches and hisses every time he does it. He kisses his protruding collarbones,
scraps them a little with his teeth before moving downwards, tasting his skin
all along. He also has learned how to play Jinguji, and he presses a satisfied
smile into his skin when Jinguji lifts one of his hands and poses it over
Reia’s head, sifting his fingers lightly through his hair and pushing slightly
down.
Reia knows exactly what Jinguji’s wants, but he’s not inclined to oblige just
yet. Instead, he spends some time nibbling at his nipples as he drags his
fingers up and down Jinguji’s sides with just enough strength to not tickle. He
knows that this doesn’t do much more for Jinguji than making him impatient, so
he takes his time, kissing and licking up and down all of his chest then
teasingly tracing his hipbone with his tongue and reveling in the utmost
tension gripping all of Jinguji’s body.
“Please, Reia…” Jinguji pleads on a sigh, and Reia rips his eyes from Jinguji’s
pale skin to look up at him mischievously.
“What?” Reia mouths at him, feigning innocence, but he is already dragging
himself down, to the place where Jinguji is tenting his pajama shorts,
breathing hotly at the throbbing flesh through the fabric.
Jinguji doesn’t answer; he just lowers his hands to his pajama bottoms and
hastily removes them, letting his cock spring free. He cradles Reia’s nape and
guides him firmly till his lips graze his shaft.
“Please,” Jinguji breathes out, simply; his eyes are closed and even in the
darkness Reia can see the tension of his jaw, feel the way he is carefully
holding his breath.
He only teases a little, nipping at Jinguji’s quivering thighs and basking in
the heat that courses through his own veins at the impatient sounds Jinguji
tries to mute by biting on his free hand. Reia licks him slowly, from base to
tip, coating him thoroughly with saliva before wrapping his hand at the base
and taking Jinguji in his mouth.
For all of his supposed resistance, Reia actually likes this part, likes the
sense of power that flares through all of his body when Jinguji whines softly,
knowing that the impossibly cocky brat beneath him is falling apart because of
him. So he bobs his head quicker, sucks harder, moaning softly when Jinguji’s
hand comes back to his hair, this time to pull a little, helplessly.
“Damn, Reia… so good….” Jinguji wheezes out, a little too loudly. And for a
panicked moment Reia stops and listens for any sign of awakening of any of the
other people in the room.
“Shhhhh…” Reia admonishes, inadvertently blowing air into Jinguji’s moistened
flesh and causing him to shudder. Reia giggles devilishly and does it again,
and again, until Jinguji almost sobs with frustration and he takes pity on him,
welcomes him back on his mouth.
He just sucks at him a couple of times before getting bored and pulling back a
little though. He sticks his tongue out and rubs the flat of it against
Jinguji’s tip, then laps messily, minding his slurping sounds so they don’t
wake Genki or any of the others but maybe Jinguji can hear them. It’s enough
for it to feel really good, but not nearly enough for getting Jinguji off, and
Reia drags the sweet torture on, rejoicing wickedly in the way Jinguji trashes
and writhes, unable to voice his desperation and only able to cope with it by
clenching his fists in the sheets and Reia’s hair alternatively.
Suddenly, Jinguji’s hands are in his shoulders, effectively stopping him and
dragging him up. He motions with his knee for Reia to open his legs and
straddle him, and Reia could fight him -he might not look like it, but he is
stronger-, but then Jinguji’s lips search feverishly for his, and Reia just
lets him, opens his mouth, lets Jinguji lick inside roughly, blowing his mind
away.
“I want to have you now,” Jinguji whispers heatedly as he kisses him, cock
bumping into his as his tongue fucks his mouth in prelude of what’s to come.
Reia just nods. “Lube?”
“I thought you had some with you?” Jinguji says unapologetically, moving to
kiss Reia’s neck. “Also condoms, ‘cause I ran out.”
Reia tries to be indignant through the cloud of arousal and heat, not an easy
task. “Why do you just assume that I carry lube and condoms around?” he asks,
trying to put a little distance between himself and Jinguji in case it helps.
“Well, you are in Johnny’s…” Jinguji says, in a matter-of-fact tone that grates
on Reia’s nerves to no end.
“And so do you!” he retaliates, forgetting for a minute about their
surroundings. “And you should at least be prepared! You always initiate these
things anyway!!”
“And you are *so* begging for it all the time, so I thought…”
“Remind me why am I letting you do this?”
“‘Cause you dig me.”
Reia just kisses that damned smug smile out of his face and wonders, not for
the first time, exactly why he lets Jinguji have his way with him.
It’s not for the sex -which, if he allows himself to be honest, he kind of
likes-, at least not per se; it’s the raw intensity Jinguji exhales and that he
is often at lost as how to channel, is the absolute honesty of Jinguji’s lust
and the way he holds onto him, like he is never really close enough.
When they come apart for air, Reia is panting again and feels much more
inclined to give in.
“I have condoms,” he announces. He’s not about to explain that they are a
present Kento gave him a couple of days ago, after he noticed a hickey in
Reia’s neck and that it was probably the most embarrassing moment of his life.
“But they are the normal kind.”
No lubed ones.
Jinguji nods, and even if details of Jinguji’s face are hard to see, Reia knows
that in his head Jinguji is going through every item in his travel bag that
could be used for the intended purpose.
“Wait,” Reia murmurs, leaning forward to the nightstand to grab his makeup bag
and rummage through it. It’s difficult, because of the dark and because his new
position leaves his neck into Jinguji’s area of action, and even if he is just
annoyingly sniffing at him, in his hypersensitive status it feels really good.
When Reia finally finds what he is looking for, he straightens himself, lifting
his upper body to get away from Jinguji’s lips.
“Hey, come back here,” Jinguji lazily commands.
But Reia just rolls his eyes and presses a tube into Jinguji’s hand before
standing up to get the condoms from his bag, trying to be as quiet as possible
as he moves in the darkness.
“What the hell is this,” Jinguji asks when Reia is finally back straddling
Jinguji’s thighs, condoms retrieved and at hand on the pillow.
“Lip-gloss.”
“Lip-gloss,” mouths Jinguji, incredulous as he uncaps the tube and smells the
contents. “Really?”
“An organic brand, alcohol free,” Reia’s hip wiggle impatiently, but Jinguji
looks nonplused.
“You are dreaming if you think I’m putting lip-gloss on my dick.”
“I don’t hear you giving any other suggestion! Plus it doesn’t burn.”
This seems to catch Jinguji’s attention, because he visibly snaps. When he
talks there’s no more hissing, and his voice is a low growl that seems to echo
through Reia’s body, giving him goose bumps and making his hips rock against
Jinguji without his permission.
“How do you know it?” Jinguji asks, and takes hold of his hips, stilling them.
He is impossibly hard, Reia can feel it, see the glistening pre-cum gathering
at his tip, but Jinguji is stilling him, opening his eyes and looking at him so
intensely Reia thinks he can see his soul.
“What?” Reia tries for exasperation, but it comes out breathy.
“That it doesn’t burn. How do you know it?”
Reia doesn't want to answer, doesn't want to talk; the desire pooling between
his legs is just too much and is fueled by this strange fierceness in Jinguji.
He tries to lean forward, tries to go lick Jinguji’s skin in places he knows
that work, but Jinguji stops him, his look pointed, heated, possessive, and
Reia just needs him to fuck him *now*, oh please, please, please…
“I just *KNOW*, okay?” he almost whines when Jinguji stops his hips again,
preventing him from getting the friction he so desperately needs.
Jinguji is ready to argue, but Genki chooses that moment to stir, and they both
keep silent and hold terribly still. Genki just turns around and murmurs some
incoherent sleepy words, and then falls silent, but Reia still waits a couple
of frantic seconds before letting go of the breath he is holding.
Panic though, doesn’t but heightens every sensation, intermingling with the
arousal and the sense of urgency, and Reia can’t take it anymore.
“Just… do it already,” he gasps, as low as he can.
Something clicks then, Reia can see it in Jinguji’s eyes, and maybe he should
be a little afraid of the darkness in them but he’s too far gone to really
care.
Jinguji squeezes some lip-gloss out of the tube and tries it tentatively,
spreading the substance between his forefinger and his thumb. It’s thick and
oily enough, and not that sticky. Seemingly satisfied, he proceeds to coat his
fingers with it, and Reia could sob with anticipation as Jinguji’s fingers
search blindly for his entrance.
Reia presses his chest to Jinguji’s to feel his feverish skin, searches for
Jinguji’s mouth to muffle his moan as Jinguji finally slides his first finger
inside him.
“You did this with someone else?” Jinguji pants, right into Reia’s mouth.
Jinguji is being unusually rough, and Reia should stop him, should at least
feel angry at him, but he just shakes his head at Jinguji’s question and pushes
against Jinguji’s fingers, feeling his whole body on fire, molten lava in his
veins burning every coherent thought, every rational concern, until all that’s
left is Jinguji, three fingers deep into him, and the utter need, the emptiness
that pulsates inside when Jinguji pulls them out.
“Please…” Reia begs, because pride be damned.
“How do you know it, then?”
“Could you let it go, for fuck’s sake?”
“Tell me.”
Damned, stupid, *stubborn* Jinguji. “I *DO* things, okay?” Reia bursts out
angrily, burying his face in Jinguji’s chest. “Alone. When I have trouble
sleeping. Now could you please shut up and fuck me?”
Reia reaches for Jinguji’s cock to guide him inside him, but Jinguji grabs him
and makes him turn around, and Reia has no idea when did he get so strong. He
guides Reia to lie on his side, his back facing Jinguji.
“Like this,” Jinguji softly grunts, “I want you like this.”
Reia hears the foil package ripping out, hears Jinguji’s bitten grunt when he
slides the condom on and coats himself with the made up lubricant. He closes
his eyes and braces himself, finally…
Jinguji enters him slowly, Reia’s body welcoming him inch by inch, hurting so
good it scares him. And it’s been a while, but it only takes some moments to
get used to the intrusion.
“You are mine,” Jinguji’s quivering whisper in his ear makes Reia tremble with
more than lust, and there are things he shouldn’t be feeling at all, but that
are bubbling along with everything else inside him.
Jinguji’s hips begin thrusting harshly into him, and in spite of the
restrictive range of movement in this position, Reia has never felt this way.
Jinguji’s arms are all around him, Jinguji’s face buried on his hair breathing
him deeply in, and his whole body buzzes.
Reia drags one of his hands to wrap it around himself, but Jinguji catches on
and chases it away, replaces it with his own hand and jerks him off fast and
hard. It feels good, so good, but not nearly enough. So he hoists his leg over
Jinguji’s upper one higher, to open up more, to feel Jinguji deeper.
“Nobody else can do this to you, do you understand?” Jinguji’s words sound wet
against Reia’s neck, between kisses and lapping.
And curiously, they make Reia seethe with irritation.
“And you?” he splutters, because his mind-to-mouth filter never functions right
anyway and all the fire burning inside him leaves no place for holding anything
back, even if this really isn’t the time for these kind of questions. “What
about you, Jinguji?”
Jinguji’s answer is not verbal, not at first. He just speeds up, his hand
moving faster, his hips snapping more forcefully, and his mouth searches Reia’s
to kiss him deeply.
“You feel so good, you smell so good when I’m fucking you,” Jinguji gasps into
the skin behind his ear when their kiss breaks up, and this shouldn’t feel as
good as it does, but there´s nothing Reia can do as he stands before the abyss,
orgasm approaching impedingly. Then Jinguji twists his wrist and Reia almost
can’t hear his whispers over the roar of blood pulsing in his eardrums. “No one
else, Reia… only you… only you…”
It knocks him over, the power of such unknown feelings and the confusion, and
the raw heat as pleasure shoots uninhibitedly through him from head to toe. He
tries to bit his lip not to cry out, then feels Jinguji’s free hand, which has
somehow sneaked under and around his shoulders, covering his mouth, helping him
to muffle his final moans as he spills into Jinguji’s other hand.
It takes a couple of seconds, but when he comes about he can feel Jinguji’s
erratic rhythm still inside him, feel his messy fingers digging harshly into
his hip. Jinguji’s hand is still covering his lips so Reia just sticks his
tongue out, lewdly coaxing Jinguji’s fingers into his mouth to suck on them.
It is Jinguji’s undoing, apparently, as he hastily pulls away and fumbles one-
handedly with the condom in a gracefully awkward way to take it out. Reia’s
tongue keeps playing with the fingers of Jinguji’s captive hand as Jinguji
strokes himself roughly once or twice and comes all over Reia’s hip,
effectively marking him as his.
Jinguji hugs him tight as he pants through the aftershocks, gently kissing
Reia’s shoulder and breathing in his scent. For a while, there’s nothing to be
said.
“I really hope you have a tissue,” Reia murmurs then, admonishingly, but it
lacks bite, and the giggle that escapes his lips afterwards doesn’t add to it
either. “Idiot.”
Eventually they clean up, and get dressed.
Reia pads lightly to the small window of their room and opens it, because the
room *is* stuffy and way too warm, and now it also smells of sex.
When he comes back to his bed Jinguji is still on it.
“Go away,” Reia hisses, but there is a confusing tug at his heart and he has
the strange feeling that he doesn’t really want for Jinguji to listen to him
this time.
Luckily for him, Jinguji *never* listens to him, or to anybody.
“Come here,” Jinguji says, dragging him down and wrapping himself over his
back, spooning him and holding him so close that Reia can feel his heart
beating.
Sleep comes surprisingly easy for Reia that night.
 
                                      ---
When Reia wakes up, they are alone in the room and his head is resting on
Jinguji’s chest, having shifted positions somehow in the middle of the night.
He tries to disengage from Jinguji’s arms that hold him possessively around the
waist, waking Jinguji up in the process just enough for him to tighten his
hold, making Reia give up on his endeavor. So he just reaches out and feels
around the nightstand top for his watch. They have rehearsal, after all, and he
doesn’t want to be late.
There’s no watch on the nightstand, but Reia startles when he finds what it
feels like a capped medium size plastic bottle over what it seems like a folded
paper.
He shoves a sleepily mumbling Jinguji away and turns around to see a bottle of
watermelon flavored lube standing ominously on top of the table. The folded
paper turns out to be a note:
You are noisy.
Please try not to traumatize Kura-chan.
Love,
Genki
Jinguji doesn’t even have the decency to look appalled. “Too bad that you hate
fruits…” he says, shrugging slightly.
And Reia can’t help but beating him up with a pillow, even if Jinguji *is* a
sneaky bastard and ends up trapping him and kissing him senseless anyway.
End Notes
     I keep stealing titles from songs! This one is from Artic Monkeys,
     give it a try if you can, it was my main inspiration for the plot (or
     lack thereof).
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cover from the sudden laughter attack.
He concluded that Rohan could be really cute in specific situations. Just in
very specific situations. He forced himself to defend the little pride he had
left; ignoring the churning of his stomach that Rohan’s joyful face produced
him, he made sure to scowl before speaking.
“Stop laughing! And what are you even laughing about?” He ended up sounding
like a spoiled brat, his arms crossed over his chest only helping to emphasize
it. Rohan looked at him, using his empty hand to cover the remains of his
smile.
“I just happen to find that flustered and tormented expression of yours pretty
amusing.” Josuke felt his face warm up even more, the frown deepening to hide
it. “Maybe I could draw that same expression, what do you think?” Rohan inched
his face a little closer, looking way too full of himself. Josuke knew Rohan
was teasing him, but couldn’t help let his eyes wander to the other’s lips,
just for a brief second. Luckily, the mangaka didn’t seem to notice, taking a
few steps back to pick up his discarded umbrella.
“By the way, when do you have time?”
“For what?” Josuke felt his voice coming out raspy.
“To draw you, obviously. You seem particularly dumb today, what’s gotten to
you?” The mangaka gave him an exasperated look before going to unlock his door.
“You really are mean, aren’t you?” Josuke walked to stand a couple meters
behind him. “I dunno, exams are coming soon, so I’m not really sure...”
“That won’t do...” The green haired man paused for a moment, getting the door
open in the mean time. “I need the references to the next volume I’m going to
work on, even if I’m a few numbers ahead of the schedule...” He was mumbling to
himself now, making Josuke feel out of place. He shoved his hands inside his
trousers pockets, realizing that there was water pooled there. He grimaced. His
underwear was probably wet too.
“What about now?”
“Now what?” “Are you doing it on purpose? You’re beginning to piss me off.”
Rohan was facing him, pinching the bridge of his nose and frowning in
exasperation. “I meant if you have time now, for me to draw you. We should use
the time we have.”
“What, like right now? But I’m wet and I’m sure I look like shit and my hair’s
all fucked up-“
“Even better, I’m sick of that stu- I mean, that picturesque hair of yours.”
The man looked away, probably remembering what insulting the teen’s hair had
meant the last time.
“What was that?"
“Nothing. Are you coming in, or what?” Rohan entered his house, leaving the
umbrella in a wood bucket by the door. Couldn’t it be just plastic? He went
inside slowly, feeling a little uneasy inside the house again. He took a moment
to look around, not remembering much from his lasts “visits”. It was fancier
than what he remembered. A heavy sense of guilt settled on the pit of his
stomach at the thought of just how much money repairing everything should have
cost.
Rohan was already out of sight. He knew he had gone up the stairs, at least.
The teen quickly closed the door. Feeling slightly concerned for his expensive
shoes, he decided to leave them and his socks beside the bucket; better to
avoid making a mess on the neat floor. He walked the steps up carefully, not
wanting to slip. After all, he couldn’t heal himself. Once there, he entered
the room with an open door, which he knew was Rohan’s studio. He was drying his
bag with a towel, then taking out his drawing notebook and making a revision of
its state, He seemed satisfied enough, finally turning on Josuke’s direction.
He stared him up and down, and suddenly threw him the towel he had been using.
He yelped when it hit his face, covering his head for a second before could
grab it to glare at Rohan.
“Dry a little bit, you’re going to make a mess on the floor with how much
you’re dripping.” Josuke pouted and dried his face and hair, realizing too late
that his hair was completely down and messy now. He tried to fix it a little
with his hands, but it was useless. He decided to take off his school jacket
since it was heavy with water. He looked around to notice that the mangaka was
nowhere to be seen. He was about to call out for him when he appeared from a
door that, apparently, leaded to another room. He had changed clothes, wearing
warmer looking ones now.
“Hey, can I leave my jacket to dry somewhere? Don’t wanna make a mess of the
floor, do we?” He grinned and lifted an eyebrow teasingly at Rohan, who only
huffed and rolled his eyes at him. He went to him and took the jacket off his
hold. He didn’t move after that, looking at him with his daily passive-
aggressive expression. “What now?”
“Your shirt is soaking too, and your pants. Take it all off.” He didn’t even
batted and eye while talking. On the other side, Josuke was possibly having a
heart attack.
“WH-what?!” Josuke resisted the urge to back off.
“You can change in the bathroom; I’ll lend you something while your clothes
dry. And stop being so edgy, I’m not making you pose naked.” He turned around,
gesturing with his hand for him to follow. Josuke took a deep breath. Rohan was
right, he was seeing danger where there wasn’t.
“...now.” Rohan mumbled something.
“Sorry, what was that? Couldn’t hear ya.”
“You should pay more attention when someone’s talking. I’m not repeating
myself.” Josuke pouted. Why does he have to be so mean? They entered the room
Rohan had come out from a while ago. Apparently it was his bedroom. Josuke
couldn’t help think it smelt a lot like Rohan. He had never put much thought in
Rohan’s smell, but that probably was because he hadn’t had the time to pay
proper attention. Now, his scent was something he found quite pleasant.
“Here it is.” Rohan opened a different door to him, and then went to a drawer
to take something with him. He came back and gave it to Josuke. It was a pair
of sweatpants. He couldn’t imagine Rohan wearing them; they were so...ordinary.
“That’s all I have. You’re too fucking big, now way you’re fitting in any of my
shirts.” He crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly looking pissed off.
“Hurry up, I want to use the time we have efficiently.” He turned and left
while mumbling something about stupid kids that grow up so much, how dare they.
Josuke entered the bathroom and was momentarily stunned because it was huge. It
was easily the size of his bedroom. Damn, this rich fucker. He stripped
quickly, trying to ignore the fact that he was going commando and was going to
pose shirtless for Rohan. Fuck. He hung his clothes where he could and put the
sweatpants on. He was gnawing over the possibility of just staying there until
Rohan fell asleep when a hard knock on the door made him literally jump.
“Hey, I told you to hurry up, for fuck’s sake! You’re just wasting my time!”
“I’m coming, I’m coming! Geez, you’re so pushy, sensei.” He opened the door and
was greeted by a very upset mangaka. Again, he just turned and entered the
studio again, Josuke following like his shadow. There was a chair positioned
near the desk and the temperature was higher. Rohan had probably turned on the
heating while he was changing.
“Sit down.” It was more a command that an offer. He obliged as Rohan sat on the
desk in front of him. The chair was actually really close to the desk, his legs
almost touching the other’s. “I’m going to draw your face first; I need you to
make the expression I ask you to.” The mangaka was arranging his final
preparations, grabbing his pencil and supporting the notebook on the desk. He
finally lifted his gaze to meet his eyes. Josuke hated feeling so squirmy when
Rohan looked at him.
“Okay. Are you ready?
Josuke wasn’t ready.
Chapter End Notes
     yooooo
     so, yeah
     Rohan said "for now" if you didn't guess *wink*
     oh god, I feel like I'm taking forever to move on, i want to rip my
     hair off
     uni has been a mess lately, new schedule and all, so i'm writing when
     i'm really sleepy
     I promise i'll write more and longer chapters soon, just give me
     time!!
     also, i feel like thay ooc, and that makes me want to cry
     if you don't mind, please let me know what you think
     as always, kudos are love, kudos are life <3
***** Accepting *****
Chapter Notes
     Hi there
     soo, i caught a cold and i just want to lie on bed but i didn't want
     to be late with the update
     it's longer, but not that much longer
     oh, and i realized this is going to be longer that i thought; i have
     a kind of story line on a notebook and i'm in like the first point
     (sorry, it just happened)
     well, whatever, go for it c:
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Josuke was beginning to feel his cheeks quiver while Rohan sketched him. He
hadn’t even been holding that expression for long, just a few minutes; it even
was an easy expression, just a blank face. Rohan had told him it was to have a
reference, to make the difference with the ones he was going to draw next. Even
if he knew that he was doing this just so Rohan would begin to forgive him, he
was feeling a growing feel of regret set in. Having the mangaka’s complete
attention on him was making him anxious. Without noticing, he started fidgeting
in his seat.
“Stop moving; and you’re making a weird expression.” Rohan kept tracing lines
on the paper while talking.
“Sorry, but it’s really creepy to have you staring at me all the time!” He
gripped the sides of the chair, avoiding eye contact. Since when did he get
embarrassed so easily?
“You’re the one who said he wanted us to make up or something.” He lifted his
gaze at him, not helping Josuke calm down at all. “Or have you changed your
mind?”
“No, I haven’t.” Josuke surprised himself with how firm and serious his voice
sounded. Rohan’s eyes widened a little bit, but for barely enough time to be
noticeable.
“Then shut up already.” He went to turn the page of his drawing notebook. “Here
I thought you were so confident and full of yourself. I suppose even you can be
insecure sometimes.”
“To be honest, I’m normally pretty confident. But, I don’t know man, it’s your
eyes.”
“My eyes?”
“Yeah, it’s like they’re so intense. I feel like shrinking in myself, but I
also feel like looking at them. They’re kinda pretty, too.” Had he actually
said that? Oh my god, why? He was staring at Rohan to see his reaction. The
mangaka was looking at somewhere on the floor, his brows slightly furrowed.Is
he...blushing? Josuke eyes widened, his mouth open in incredulity. He was
seeing things, probably. Rohan would never blush...right?
“Are you...?”
“Don’t say weird things like that.” He glanced for a second to Josuke,
immediately looking down again. “Are you going to cooperate with this or not?”
He straightened up, his slightly pissed expression returning. The colour still
remained on his cheeks, though. Suddenly, he stood up, leaving his tools on the
desk and walking to a drawer-kind-of furniture. Josuke just observed him with
curiosity. When he came back he was holding a glass bottle with a brownish
liquid inside. He settled it down on the desk and sat again. The mangaka
removed the top that was also a small glass. It was liquor. He poured some on
the little container and handed it to Josuke. The latter just stared at his
hand for a while.
“Come on, take it!” He thrust the glass onto Josuke’s chest.
“Uhm...you know I’m still a minor, right? I mean, I’m big and all but-“
“Of course I know, it’s just that my moral is not as tight as other people’s.
So if you’re okay with drinking to loosen up, I’ll agree. I’m not going to let
you get wasted or anything.”
“O-okay...” After a moment he hesitantly took the glass. It looked even tinier
in his hand. He put it under his nose, sniffing it and immediately grimacing at
the smell. He hadn’t really drank before, just a can of beer once. Rohan was
looking at him, waiting with a lifted brow and a leg crossed over the other.
Josuke took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He downed the glass in one gulp,
barely suppressing the urge to gag at the taste and coughing once he managed to
swallow it.
“Are you okay, kiddo?” He could hear the laugh in Rohan’s voice, too busy
coughing his lungs out to look at him. Tears were beginning to accumulate on
his eyes.
“Man, what the fuck! That shit is disgusting! How can people drink it like it’s
nothing...?” He managed to stop his coughing. His throat was sore and he felt a
burn that was barely there anymore. He heard Rohan crackling now; a sound very
different to his previous laugh, a lot more hysterical. When he looked at him,
he was covering his mouth with one hand and gripping his belly with the other.
“It’s not that funny!” He tried to look annoyed, but the blush crept up his
face and ears anyway.
Rohan tried to reply something but his laugh wouldn’t let him. He was choking
on his own breaths, now gripping the edge of the desk to hold himself up.
Josuke leaned closer to him, gripping Rohan’s headband and pulling it.
“Stop laughing!” He released it and it snapped on Rohan’s forehead. There
wasn’t much of a reaction from the mangaka, so he did it again, this time
pulling it to take it off. Rohan finally looked at him, his giggles gradually
dying off. His hair fell a little on his face, covering part of it. They were
staring at each other’s eyes. Just then Josuke noticed how close they actually
were. He could feel Rohan’s breath caressing his lips. They both remained
still.
In the close proximity, Josuke could also notice that Rohan wasn’t wearing any
make-up that day, yet he looked annoyingly pretty. He remembered that before
meeting the mangaka he thought a man wearing make-up was weird; now he just
found it fascinating. Again, he found himself admiring hypnotized the other
man’s facial features. He almost couldn’t restrain himself from leaning forward
and smashing their lips together. His eyes moved from Rohan’s mouth to meet
eyes with him. It was awkward; he felt like a deer caught in the lights. He
backed off with so much strength that his chair lost balance and he fell with a
not so soft sound on the floor. He felt dizzy and was bended awkwardly, his
legs almost touching his chest. He didn’t know he was that flexible. Then
again, he probably wasn’t because it hurt like hell. He groaned and blinked his
eyes open, being greeted by Rohan’s blurry face. He was kneeling next to him,
his hands suspended in front of him like he didn’t know what to do with them.
He couldn’t really make out his face. He supposed that wasn’t a good thing.
“...suke, hey, Josuke.” It looked like he was calling his name. “Are you okay,
can you hear me?” He leaned in closer, one of his hands finally settling softly
on his cheek, slightly tilting his head in his direction. He realized he had to
answer to that, probably.
“I’m dizzy.” His voiced was rough and low, sounding distant on his own ears.
“Of course you are, you slammed your fucking head on the floor. Jesus, why do
you have to be so hot-headed...?” There wasn’t any venom in Rohan’s words, but
his voice was stiff, a little forced. He removed his hand from Josuke and went
to stand up. “Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”
Josuke knew it was better to listen to Rohan, but the position he was in wasn’t
comfortable neither attractive. He rolled carefully to his side, managing to
get off the chair to lie flat on the carpet. His vision was still a little
clouded, the ceiling above him slightly spinning. He tried to focus his gaze
somewhere to no avail. Steps were heard and suddenly Rohan was back, now
holding a package of something and a little towel. He had grabbed a pillow from
somewhere, too. The mangaka kneeled again, this time closer to his head.
“How are you feeling?”
“Still kinda dizzy; head hurts, too.”
“Doesn’t surprise me.” The mangaka put the pillow on his lap, then the package
and the towel on top of it all. “Come on, lift your head a little.” Without
knowing what was happening exactly, the teen obliged and soon found his head
resting on something cold, but also on Rohan’s lap. He realized a little too
late the package was an ice one. His mind was still working pretty slowly.
“Mmh, you’re being so kind, Kishibe-sensei.” He smiled lopsided, the face
hovering over him gradually clearing up.
“Close your mouth for a bit and rest your eyes, could you?” His tone was the
same cold and irritated one, but his actions made it lose all its bite.
Josuke decide to just enjoy what he had in the moment, blaming his beaten brain
for his behaviour. With his eyes closed, he evened out his breathing. The ice
made the pain disappear and the towel prevented the coldness of being too
sharp. His body started to relax and just when he was getting drowsy he felt
fingers hesitantly touching his forehead. He didn’t dare to open his eyes,
fearing the touch would be just a part of his imagination’s doing. Rohan seemed
to be testing his temperature at first, but the hand stayed there and moved
slowly to his dishevelled hair. He started running his fingers through it,
softly caressing. Josuke’s heart was pounding wildly in his chest, his mind
completely clearing up. He tried to even his breathing again, hoping Rohan
didn’t notice the change. He thought he had succeeded on his task when suddenly
the hand began moving down his face, slowly. Rohan’s fingers were so soft, his
touch almost ticklish. A finger traced his temple, passing for his cheekbone
and stopping on his jaw. He felt a fingers sliding over his lips to disappear
immediately.
He really hoped the beating of his heart wasn’t loud enough to be heard.
                                 ------O------
It had been almost a week since he was at Rohan’s house.
Once he had been back to his senses he was so embarrassed that he excused
himself and hurried home. That week had been literal hell. If he had problems
getting the mangaka out of his head before, now it was completely impossible.
He had been daydreaming at school and losing sleep at night. He couldn’t stop
repeating the events of that evening over and over in his head; he still
couldn’t understand Rohan’s attitude. He had been so kind to him, like he was
worried. He hates me, right? Then why did he...? The memory of fingers softly
touching his lips came to his mind, making him even more confused. Josuke
pulled his hair and groaned, for the first time not caring about ruining his
pompadour.
He was sitting on a bench in an isolated park. He had been going there daily,
avoiding his friends after school to quickly escape. He knew they were
beginning to suspect him and that they were going to question him sooner or
later. He preferred later.
At least he had come to terms with himself and the fact that he liked Rohan. It
didn’t make him grimace anymore, now it just gave him a weird feeling in his
stomach. He hated it. He felt the protagonist of some cliché romantic film. He
didn’t fit very well on that role, with the muscles an all, but whatever. The
point was that he felt helpless because now that he accepted it, what was he
supposed to do? He felt like he couldn’t use the same tactics he would use with
a girl. Not that he had a lot of tactics; his game was actually really weak.
And he didn’t even know if Rohan would ever reciprocate his feelings. If he
tried to make any kind of advance with the mangaka, the most probable thing to
happen was being kicked out of the other’s life, or being physically kicked.
Damn, Rohan was reluctant to even befriend Josuke. What if he doesn’t want to
see me again ‘because I fucked up the other day? He sighed deeply.
A light flicked above him and made him lift his head. It was the street
lighting being turned on. He hadn’t notice when the sun began to set; there was
barely a thin string of orange decorating the horizon now.Time to go. He stood
up and began his way home. Josuke had been getting home late the whole week,
and Tomoko had asked him several times already what was going on with him. He
just made up cheap excuses of going to the arcades with Koichi and Okuyasu. He
was sure she didn’t buy a word.
He was walking slowly, his feet feeling too heavy for him. He gazed at the
ground while walking, kicking whichever rock came into view. He felt
frustrated. It wasn’t like him being gloomy and it didn’t feel right. He wanted
to do something, to take action, but Rohan made him feel intimidated. He made
him remember his age, and feel like an actual brat. He knew he wasn’t. He had
has his fair amount of experiences to make him grow quite a lot. But just
thinking about looking at Rohan’s eyes and telling him how he felt made him
hyperventilate.
“Fucking great...” He sighed, kicking the nearest rock with too much strength.
He heard a thud and an ouch, looking up to find Rohan at the end of the street.
He panicked and hurried to his side. Rohan was rubbing his knee while wearing
an annoyed expression.
“What a way to say hi.” Rohan mumbled, straightening up.
“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were there, I thought I was alone!”
“I noticed; you were clearly spacing out.”
“Well, yeah, I’ve been worried about...some things.” He tried to laugh it off,
but it came out pretty forced. Rohan scowled at him.
“What things?” He put his weigh in one leg, one hand resting on hips.
“U-uh, well...school things...?” His voice definitely didn’t tremble.
“Uh-huh, I’m so convinced.” The green haired man let out a short and bitter
laugh. He tilted his chin up, using and expression that screamed superiority.
“Whatever. I just wanted to know what is oh so important that you forgot about
our deal. You know I didn’t get to do anything the other day; I will not be
satisfied with so little.” He crossed his arms over his chest, emphasising his
determination.
“W-what...?”
“When are you coming to my house again?”
“Huh?” Huh?
“I need to draw your face a little more; plus, I didn’t get the chance to
draw...your body...anatomy.” He mumbled the last part in a barely audible
voice. Rohan was turning his face in the shadows direction, hiding his
expression from Josuke. The teen was paralyzed for a moment. When he understood
that Rohan did want to see him again he couldn’t help the grin that split his
face.
“I’m free this Friday; actually, I’m free the whole weekend.” Josuke throat was
tight with contained excitement.
“I’ll see you then. Goodbye, Higashikata.” With that, Rohan turned on the
corner and left.
The rest of the week surely would be long.
Chapter End Notes
     oooh dudeee
     this chapter was so self indulgent, sorry guys, i couldn't help it
     i felt like the end was not so good...well, hopefully the next one
     will be better
     As always, kudos are my oxygen <3 (kind comments too; I can't take
     criticism, i get really sad xD)
***** Drawing *****
Chapter Notes
     hello agaaain
     i'm sorry i'm late (ﾉД`)
     i felt so angsty this whole week, and i just couldn't bring myself to
     do anything I didn't want to
     self care and love before everything <3
     I hope this chapter is good enough (i'm kinda unsure about it, don't
     be mean, pls)
     go for it c:
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The rest of the week passed agonizingly slow to Josuke, even if it had been
only three days from Friday when he met Rohan. Anyway, the three longest days
of his life. On Friday morning, he woke up before the alarm went off and used
his extra time in front of the mirror, making sure he looked good. Honestly, he
looked great that day, and felt pretty good too. He just hoped the feeling
would last the whole day. He had been quite clumsy around Rohan lately, because
he was struggling with his new discovered feelings and wasn’t sure what to do.
However, after three more sleepless nights he had decided that he should try to
be chillier about the whole situation. He wanted to know more about Rohan;
wanted to know more about his work, because it was a big part of him. And he
wanted to show Rohan that he could be a person easy to be around to. Or at
least a person undeserving of his hatred.
He was on the last period, fidgeting in his seat and looking with an obsessive
frequency at the clock over the board. He couldn’t help moving his leg under
the desk, one hand twisting a pencil in between his fingers while the other
tapped a frantic rhythm on the wood surface.
Why can’t it go faster? Damn it!
When the class was finally over, he was out of the classroom before anyone else
could finish gathering their things. He walked fast through the corridors,
dodging others students easily considering his size. He was so focused on
getting outside that when a hand strongly grabbed his arm he almost squealed in
surprise. He didn’t, obviously. Higashikata Josuke doesn’t squeal.
He was jerked back and suddenly he was facing Okuyasu, Koichi standing a few
steps behind. They both looked a little breathless and wore concerned
expressions on their faces. Josuke thought he knew where this was going, and
didn’t like it one bit. Okuyasu released his arm and supported his arms on his
knees, still panting a little.
“Hey, did something happen?” He hoped he sounded clueless enough for them to
believe him.
“Man, we told you to wait but you just flew out of the damn classroom! Dude,
you’re hard to reach...so fucking fast...” Okuyasu huffed and straightened up.
Had they actually talked to him? He couldn’t remember hearing them...
“We wanted to talk with you.” Now it was Koichi the one who was talking. He
took some steps forward, gesturing them to move a little aside on the corridor
to let the rest of students pass.
“What about?” Josuke choose to keep playing dumb. Till the end with the lie.
“Well, you’ve been acting a little weird lately. Last week you looked like
really miserable and now you’re like all full of energy, maybe too full of
energy. Is something wrong?”
“Yeah, dude. We’re bros, you can tell us!” Okuyasu slapped him hard on the
back, making him surge forward a little.
“There’s nothing wrong, dudes! I’m perfectly fine; you’re just seeing
nonexistent things!” He smiled the broader he could and tried to soften his
expression to a relaxed one. His lip was twitching.
“Are you sure?” Koichi narrowed his eyes at him. Josuke felt sweat beginning to
form on his nape.
“Yeah, of course I am! One hundred percent sure!” The smile was getting harder
and harder to hold. He bit his lip unconsciously.
“Josuke, why are you lying?” His shorter friend gave him an apprehensive look.
“I’m not-“
“Dude, evenI know that when you bit your lip something’s up!” Okuyasu crossed
his arms over his chest, giving him a smug look.
Well, shit.
He darted his eyes from side to side, his poorly set up mask disappearing
completely. It seemed like the question time had come sooner than what he had
hoped for. However, it didn’t matter just how insistent his friends would be
about the topic, he just wasn’t ready to tell them about his most recent crush
update.
“Okay, you’ve got me. But, look, I really really can’t tell you yet. I promise
it’s nothing bad, but it’s something I need to figure out by myself first.
Please, I have to go now; can we talk about this some other time?” He used his
best puppy eyes on them, hoping it would have the effect he wanted.
“...’Kay. I suppose we can’t really force you to tell us. But you know we’re
here, don’t do it all by yourself if we can help you.” Koichi still looked
concerned, but defeated nonetheless.
“Thank you. Don’t worry, I’ll be alright. I’ll inform you properly as soon as I
can.” He grinned, honestly this time, and patted them both on the shoulder.
“Don’t do anything stupid!” He heard Okuyasu shout when he was leaving.
“Like you’re one to talk!” Josuke waved them goodbye and tried not to run to
Rohan’s house.
                                 ------O------
Once at the door, Josuke tried to fix his appearance one last time before
ringing the bell. Cursing not having a mirror, he gave up eventually. He could
feel his heart picking up the pace while he waited. He had his hands buried
deep inside his pants pockets, his eyes fixated on his shoes. He heard
footsteps approaching from the other side of the door and unconsciously held
his breath.
Just try to be chill, you can do it.
The door opened to reveal Rohan with his usual annoyed face, and Josuke thought
that being chill wasn’t going to be an easy task if Rohan was going to look
this good all the time. The mangaka wasn’t wearing anything out of the
ordinary; it was just that now Josuke actually allowed himself take a proper
and not very dissembled look at him.
“Hey.” He smiled softly, feeling a kind of calm grow inside of him. It was like
all the uneasiness from the past days just disappeared with Rohan’s presence.
He sure had it bad.
“You came, after all.” He left the door open and turned around, making his way
inside. Josuke followed him eagerly, closing the door and walking just a couple
steps behind.
“Oh, c’mon sensei, do I look like the kind who lies?”
“Do I really need to answer that question?” Rohan gave him and amused
expression over his shoulder. Josuke blushed a little, feeling embarrassed of
his previous “antics”.
“Th-that’s part of the past! You know I won’t do it again, sensei.” He tried to
defend himself.
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” He gestured dismissively with one hand. They reached the
top of the stairs and entered the studio. “You know, I like this new attitude
of yours. You’re a lot more...obedient.”
Rohan made his way to the desk and retrieved some things from a drawer.
Meanwhile, Josuke was trying not to get excited thinking about Rohan implying
that he liked something of him. He heard the dull scrape of a chair being
dragged and saw Rohan positioning it in front of a couch that wasn’t there
before. The teen approached him just as the other turned to look at him. Josuke
noticed that he felt slightly less nervous when Rohan stared at him. But he
still felt nervous.
“I guess I’m sitting on the couch?” He received a short nod from the mangaka.
“Sooo, what do you want me to do?”
“First, take off your jacket.” He stared at Josuke, his hands on his hips. When
he noticed that Josuke didn’t react and just turned redder, he sighed and
looked away. “It’s not like it leaves a lot to the imagination anyway, but I
want to get the best view I can manage. So hurry.” He gestured with one hand
for him to start moving.
“It’s not like I can help it, it’s hard to find uniforms of my size.” Josuke
mumbled under his breath, already taking the jacket off and leaving it on the
couch’s armrest.
“Oh, yeah, it must be so hard being such an Adonis; I feel so bad for you.”
Josuke saw him rolling his eyes in a way that looked kind of painful.
He felt his stomach squeeze because Rohan was definitely admitting to find him
attractive; he suppressed the excitement growing in his stomach. He knew he
shouldn’t let his hopes up, but couldn’t really help it.
After a while of sitting on the sofa in the position Rohan told him to, he was
beginning to feel a little edgy. He wanted to do something, anything; just not
being uselessly still would be enough for him. His eyes darted restlessly
around the room, stopping on a shelf on the opposite side of the room.
Suddenly, an idea surged in his head.
“Hey, sensei, do you have all the volumes of your manga?” He was sitting with
his arms resting on the back of the couch, his head slightly tilted to the
left. Rohan gave him a confused expression; it was like he had smelled
something gross.
“Pink Dark Boy? Yes, of course I have them all, but why do you ask?”
“I was thinking, would it be a problem if I read them now?”
“Are you that bored?” He narrowed his eyes at him, letting his notebook and
pencil rest on his lap.
“That’s not it! Well, I am bored, but that’s not the point. I want to read them
because I’m curious.” He hoped his face was showing that he was being honest.
“I thought you weren’t into manga.” He gave him and sceptical look, resting his
arms on the armrests of the chair he was sitting on. The piece of furniture was
something like out of a Victorian house. It probably was, considering the
amount of money Rohan seemed to posses.
Why does he have to be like this?
Josuke sighed deeply; he was getting impatient already. Unsure of how much
movement allowance he had, he just lifted his head enough to look more directly
at Rohan. He didn’t want to ruin the sketch, after all.
“I can’t say I’m exactly into manga, but yours woke my interest up. Can I read
one? Or is it going to get in the way? I mean, in like the drawing and stuff.”
“I almost feel flattered that my manga was the one to call your attention. It’s
not a surprise, though. I’m the Great Kishibe Rohan, after all.” He stood up,
picking up his tools and leaving them on his chair to make his way to the
shelf. “Ah, right. You can move; I finished the sketch about ten minutes ago, I
was just making notes.”
Josuke stared at his back indignant. I guess he’s just naturally an asshole. He
took the time to stand up and stretch a little. Rohan approached him, now
holding a book in his hand. He pushed it hard on his chest and held it there.
The green haired man gazed up at him, like he was looking for something. Josuke
thought that the few centimetres he had over Rohan didn’t really mean a lot.
Rohan had a presence a lot stronger than his, and he was finding a kind of
thrill in that. He felt excited when he was stared at with so much intensity.
He thought that maybe he was starting to develop a kind of kink.
What the hell, what’s wrong with me?
“Thank you.” He gave him his brightest smile. Rohan huffed and spun around,
reoccupying his place on the chair. He put his elbow on the armrest and rested
his cheek in his hand.
“Now, lie down on your back. And prop your torso up a little with the armrest.”
“Like this?” He tried to do his best on getting in the position Rohan told him
to.
“Good enough.” Rohan started sketching again, pausing after a few seconds. “Put
the book on your chest or something; and stop moving.” Josuke obliged and
decided to concentrate on his new objective of knowing more of Rohan.
The afternoon passed in a comfortable silence, with Josuke changing position
when needed and Rohan recreating them on the paper. For Josuke, it was getting
harder and harder to hear Rohan when he gave him a command. Pink Dark Boy
turned out to be completely hypnotising and addictive, and he didn’t feel the
time pass submerged on its pages. He was already finishing the second volume,
his eyes hurting a little, but his interest not showing any signs of dying
down. Suddenly, the book was pulled from his face and he was staring at Rohan’s
face. He took a few seconds to focus, but when he did he noticed the proximity
he was at.
“Are you planning on staying on my couch reading all night long?”
“Wh-why-?” He looked out the window. It was completely dark already.When did
that even happen? “Oh, shit. Time really flies when you’re having fun, doesn’t
it?” He smiled at Rohan, but he just gave him back a frown.
Rohan walked around the room putting things back on their place while Josuke
stood from the couch to stretch. He felt some bones popping and a numb pleasure
pass through his muscles. He sighed deeply and stared at the manga on his hand,
debating between asking Rohan permission to take it home or reading it the next
time he came. That would make a good excuse to come back, anyway.
“Oi, Josuke.” The teen looked in the mangaka’s direction, but he still had his
back turned to him. He made a sound to show he had his attention. “You said you
had the whole weekend free, was that true?”
“Yes. I’m at your absolute disposal, actually.” He felt heat rise in his veins.
He was getting quite inappropriate thoughts near Rohan. He tried to ignore it
for the time being.
“Come again tomorrow then. Around noon must be alright.” He paused just before
entering his bedroom. “Did you...actually like my manga?” His face was out of
the range of his eye for Josuke, but the fact that wasn’t staring him dead in
the eye was a good enough sign.
“You know, I actually loved it. Dunno why no one told me how good it was
before.” He remembered Koichi telling him a couple of times, but whatever.
“Good. See you tomorrow.” With that, he disappeared through the door, closing
it behind him.
Josuke made his way downstairs, leaving the book on the couch. He could always
read it tomorrow.
                                 ------O------
Rohan lied awake on his bed. He gave up on watching TV about half an hour ago,
and sleep just wouldn’t catch up with him. He turned on his side. The room was
completely dark, except from some light that filtered through the lids, but his
eyes had already adjusted to it. His eyes went around the room without stopping
on a specific spot. He felt weird. His stomach had been doing this weird flips
all day. Rohan had a vague idea of what was happening to him. He had already
read enough shoujo manga to recognize the symptoms pretty quickly. Even some BL
in between.
“No way.” He muttered. He was completely alone, but the silence felt too heavy
to break it.
He tried to be logical. From the beginning, he always thought that Josuke was
handsome, except from that ridiculous hair of his. He didn’t find it that bad
now, though. But he always thought that he was a dumb and impulsive teenager, a
brat. He had proved him wrong there, too. He had already saved his ass form
death once. He still felt his blood boil in frustration just remembering it.
So, to sum up, he was handsome and a brave and strong man. Yes, he was young
but he had experienced enough to be more mature that a lot of people had met in
his life. Damn, admitting those things infuriated him, even if it was just in
his head.
In other, not so different matters, he had a little of a hard time that
afternoon drawing the teen. He felt embarrassed just thinking about it. Josuke
had way too many muscles for a boy his age. Surely, staring at someone’s body
for so long would affect anyone, right? He was determined to believe it.
After tossing and turning for an hour, he finally managed to sleep. The last
image that appeared in his head was one of Josuke’s broad and honest smile
directed at him.
Chapter End Notes
     i reaaally needed to develop more of Rohan's side in this fic
     i'll do a little more on "his" pov
     i think i'm almost done with the plot, well, not completely, but i
     think this will be like 4 more chapters
     (don't believe me)
     so, if you liked it, tell, i need motivation cause i'm a little
     gloomy, ha ha
     i'll try to get the next one on the days i used to
     kudos are my vital energy ( ◡‿◡ ♡)
***** Falling *****
Chapter Notes
     yo there
     first...PART 4 IS GOING TO GET A FUCKING ANIME, OH MY GOD I'M SO
     PUMPED !!
     (shit, i feel like crying since I got the good news)
     soo, back to business, sorry for the late update
     i got distracted and then i was busy and then there was a blackout
     and shit happened
     i really, really, REALLY hope this is good (if it is, take it as a
     celebration <3)
     ...i changed the tags a little...
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It had passed around a month since the first weekend they spent together. Since
then, it had become a routine for Josuke to come to Rohan’s house after school.
Sometimes Rohan drew him, sometimes he didn’t. Usually, Rohan would work on his
manga and Josuke would read his already published works. They even talked a lot
more. It usually ended in some kind of pointless discussion, though. Anyway,
that was unavoidable; their personalities just were hot-headed by nature.
That afternoon they were in Rohan’s studio. The mangaka was at his desk,
finishing some story lines he had been thinking about, while Josuke was laying
on his stomach on the couch. He had his attention completely directed to the
manga he was holding almost against his face. Rohan stretched on his chair,
bending his back and arms, making them crack a little.
“Hey, sensei.” Rohan looked at Josuke, surprised to hear his voice so suddenly
after such a long silence.
“What?” His voice was raspy. They hadn’t talk for a couple of hours, maybe a
little more.
“Why don’t you call me by my first name?” He lifted his head to stare at Rohan
from the other side of the room. “Why would I call you that? We’re not that
close-“
“I think we are. Don’t you think the same, sensei?” He gave him his more
charming smile, his eyes closed. Smug brat.
“What made you think that?” To be honest, Rohan thought the same. But he had to
give some fight. No way was he going to feed this guy’s ego so easily.
“Oh, c’mon sensei! I know you stopped hating me already! Maybe you even enjoy
my presence a little...” He had started talking very confidently; the last part
was barely a whisper, though. He was averting his eyes too, his cheerfulness
fading a little. He’s cute when he’s not so full of himself.
“I’ll admit that your presence isn’t a nuisance anymore. But don’t get cocky.”
He stood up, feeling his legs slightly numb. “I’ll make tea; you want some?” He
paused, waiting for an answer.
“Yes, thank you...sensei.” He smiled slightly at him, but he still wasn’t back
to his usual self. Rohan felt something squeeze in his chest. He hurried to the
kitchen.
While he started boiling water he leaned on the counter and crossed his arms. A
deep sigh escaped him. He hated feeling like this. Over the last weeks he had
come to terms, more or less, with his apparent crush on Josuke. He wasn’t that
sure, though. He couldn’t remember ever having a crush on someone before, so he
didn’t really understood what was happening. Rohan had thought for the last
years of his life that he was alright with just his work (and his money), and
trusted that it would be like that forever. He never liked people a lot,
anyway; most of them were just a pain in the ass. And he had terrible social
skills. The look of sadness in Josuke’s face crossed his mind and he felt the
sharp pain in his chest again. He thought it was guilt, but with something
more. He couldn’t put his finger on it yet, it seemed.
The kettle started whistling and he turned off the fire. He arranged two cups
with tea bags and sugar and poured water on both. Rohan stared at the brownish
liquid in one of the cups for a while, watching his blurred reflection stare
him back. He felt more confused than he ever remembered being. Until little
time ago, he had been convinced that he was asexual and had no romantic
interest in people at all. Now he found himself at night thinking about Josuke
nonstop, and sometimes even sneaking his hand under his pyjama bottoms to
relieve an arousal that wouldn’t go away otherwise. He blushed just remembering
it, covering his face with one hand even if nobody could see him. He felt
ashamed of himself for that, and was persistent in blaming it on the time they
had spend together, which had been a lot more than he was used to spend with an
specific person. He knew deep inside that it was just a poorly made excuse. But
that didn’t mean he was going to stop trying to believe it.
He realized that he had been lost on thought for a while, the cups of tea
losing some of their steam. Trying to shake off his struggle for later, he made
his way back in the studio with a cup on each hand. When he entered the room he
saw Josuke with his face completely buried in the couch cushions, his body
limply hanging from the edges. He set the cups on his desk and approached the
teen. He stood a couple meters away from him and called his name. There was no
response. He tried again some more time, with not better result. Did he fall
asleep...? Rohan crouched next to Josuke, staring at his nape with curiosity.
Josuke shifted a little, moving his head so his face was completely visible for
Rohan. His face was relaxed, his mouth a little agape as air passed through his
lips. Rohan mapped with his eyes every line of Josuke’s face, already so
familiar to him. This was different, he thought. This felt different.
Rohan noticed that Josuke’s hair was a little messy for rubbing it on the
cushions. The teen started frowning, his mouth twisting for a second,
immediately going back to its previous relaxed state. The frown still remained,
and Rohan couldn’t stop himself from gently poking Josuke right between his
brows. The frown deepened and Josuke grunted in his sleep. Rohan couldn’t help
but laugh. I guess he can be really cute, sometimes. He choose to ignore how
contradictory to his self imposed thoughts that was in order to enjoy the
moment. You don’t always have a sleeping Josuke at your mercy, after all.
The mangaka changed his position beside Josuke to sit cross-legged. He kept
staring at Josuke for a little longer until he finally dared to touch him. He
slowly and gently put his hand on Josuke’s hair, testing the waters. After all,
the kid was crazy for his hair. He started lightly petting it, then running his
fingers through it with delicacy, discovering that it was actually softer than
what it seemed. He was so concentrated in his “task” that he didn’t notice
Josuke stirring up until they met eyes. His hand froze in place and his heart
skipped a beat. He felt blood rushing to his face, but tried his best to stay
calm. Josuke was still blinking owlishly at him, not completely awake. When he
seemed to finally come back to his senses, his eyes widened and his face
started slowly turning pink.
“Sensei...?” He looked as stunned as Rohan felt. Rohan just then realized he
had completely destroyed Josuke’s pompadour.
“Hey.” He couldn’t think of anything else to say, so he carefully removed his
hand from Josuke’s hair to place it on his own knee. “You fall asleep pretty
quickly.”
“Uh-I-sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He scrambled to sit up, looking down at Rohan.
They both stared at each other’s eyes. This was...a pretty compromising
position, Rohan realized. He was practically sitting in between Josuke’s legs.
He didn’t know if Josuke realized the same thing, but it seemed like it when he
quickly turned his face away and stood up, walking too fast around the room to
be casual. Rohan tried to hide his laughter with a cough as he stood up.
“You still want tea? It’s probably cold by now...” He spun around in time to
see Josuke grabbing a cup and taking a sip, almost poking his eye with the
spoon still inside it.
“ ’s okay; ‘s not that cold.” He was determined to drink it, apparently,
because he downed the rest in on gulp. After removing the spoon from inside,
thankfully.
“There’s some dripping down your chin.” He pointed at his own chin. Josuke
wiped his mouth roughly with his jacket sleeve. Rohan could almost see the heat
radiating from his face now. He felt the weird impulse of teasing him, but
decided against it. With his mind on its current disastrous state it was better
not to do anything risky. After a while in which Josuke stayed in the kitchen
“washing the cups” for a good half an hour, things went back to normal. They
kept on their daily activities until it was late and dark outside and Josuke
had to return home. For about a week, maybe a little more, Rohan had acquired
the habit of walking Josuke to the door. Before, he would just stay where he
was and let the teen alone to find his way outside. It was just politeness, he
told himself. But he knew he was becoming greedy for Josuke, for prolonging the
time with him. His feeling were getting really hard to ignore; harder by the
hour, indeed.
Now they were walking down the stairs, Josuke saying something about not being
able to come tomorrow because he had an exam he needed to study for. Rohan was
distracted, not watching the floor when he gave a misstep, bending his ankle
painfully. He lost balance and saw the carpeted stairs approaching his face. He
braced for the fall, but suddenly there was an arm grabbing one of his. Josuke
wasn’t standing very firmly himself, so they both stumbled the rest of the way
down until they fell on the floor at the end of it. Rohan just lied there for a
moment, feeling the pain in his knees and thinking they were going to bruise.
He heard a grunt from under him and just then noticed that he was on top of
Josuke. That explains why only my knees hurt.
“Ugh, fuck.” Josuke was rubbing the back of his head with a pained expression.
He opened his eyes and looked at Rohan, who was half on top of his chest. There
was the pink colouring his cheeks again, but he didn’t try to move away this
time. “Are you okay, sensei?”
“Yeah; I think you took most of the hit.” He smirked at him and Josuke gave him
a sloppy smile back. “Did you hit your head again?” He slowly sat up, looking
down at Josuke.
“Just a little bit; I think it has toughened up from the last time.”
“You should stay still for a moment, just in case. I don’t want splitting your
head and ruining my floor.”
“Oh, you’re so sweet, sensei.” Josuke said with a monotone voice. He tried to
sit up but Rohan pushed him down again, his hand on the teen’s chest.
“I told you to stay still. Obey me, kiddo.” Rohan’s voice was definitive. He
saw Josuke’s eyes widen and his Adam’s apple bobbing. He didn’t protest again.
After a while, Rohan stood up, letting Josuke do the same. He made him sit on
the steps so he could have a proper look at his head, looking for any injuries
the hit would have left. When he found nothing he let the teen finally go home.
They parted off and Rohan stared at Josuke’s back while he walked away. When
the pompadour boy was out of sight, he closed the door and returned upstairs.
                                 ------O------
As soon as Josuke got home, he excused himself and went to bed. He buried
himself deep inside the covers and the pillows, wanting to hide even in the
dark room. The afternoon had been tiring, with Rohan being closer than usual,
but he had completely lost his cool at the end. Having Rohan on top of him was
something he saw happening just on his fantasies. The same fantasies he had put
all his might in keeping at bay. Unexpectedly, he had never jerked off thinking
about Rohan, and that had been achieved with sheer self control. The only thing
stopping him had been the idea of having to face Rohan after doing it. What if
he decided to use Heaven’s Door on him one day? It was too risky. For the same
reason he hadn’t gotten off lately. He was starting to be afraid of getting
blue balls.
But now Josuke found himself running out of patience. With Rohan pressed up
against him he had to make a huge effort not to pop a boner right then and
there. The fact that he barely jerk off anymore didn’t help much either. He was
at his limit and he just couldn’t nor wanted to stop himself. He would just
have to take the risk.
With his renewed determination, he got more comfortable in bed. He felt his
face burning just for knowing what he was about to do. He got rid of the sweat
pants he used as a pyjama and started rubbing over the bulge in his boxers. He
had been pretty at limit already, so he felt himself getting hard pretty
quickly. The boy was a little embarrassed of how responsive his body was being,
but not embarrassed enough to stop.
After a little more rubbing he was completely hard, his dick straining against
the cotton fabric. Rohan appeared in his mind then, first looking up at him
from the floor, in between his legs. The fact that he had the real image made
everything a lot easier; turning that image into something different was
practically unavoidable. He imagined Rohan putting his hands over his thighs
and pushing them apart to make room and get closer. One hand creeping up,
slowly, teasing with his slender fingers over the zipper of his tented pants.
He would be looking at him all the time, with those intense and sharp eyes of
his. The hand that had been teasing him before would lift his shirt to reveal
his abs and hipbones, and he would surge forward to lick a wide stripe over the
exposed skin. Josuke shuddered and squeezed his dick a little harder, biting
his lip to keep quite. He thought about Rohan nibbling at his hipbones, leaving
marks on them and dipping his tongue just under the waistband of his underwear.
His breath hitched as he imagined the mangaka quickly unbuttoning and unzipping
his pants to mouth at his cock through his boxers. The wetness of Rohan’s spit
on his dreams was replaced for precum in reality, a damp spot already forming
on the cloth. The teen imagined Rohan taking him out of his underwear and
giving a little kiss to the head of his dick, staining it with green lipstick.
He thought he really liked that lipstick, like a lot. When his erection started
being painful he took off his boxers to let them drop beside the bed. He licked
his palm, coating it with a good amount of saliva to wrap it around his dick
tightly. He couldn’t help but grunt at the slippery and warm feeling, the
pressure sending little shocks through his body.
He started stroking slowly, images of Rohan licking him up and down filling his
head. He was getting really horny, felt like his body was burning up. He was
sweating under the covers, his heart beat echoing loudly in his ears. Josuke
tried to picture Rohan’s lips wrapped around his dick, taking him deeper and
deeper, to the very hilt. His hand started to speed up as his mind did the
same. For a moment, he tried to circle the head with his thumb, imagining Rohan
flicking his tongue there, but gave up quickly. He was far too gone; with his
hormones taking over control all he could think about was coming already.
I kinda feel like a 12 year old again...
Josuke kept stroking frantically, his legs twitching while something warm
pooled in his lower belly. He felt a little suffocated under the covers, his
panting breaths warming his face even more. He felt his orgasm so close, his
hips unwittingly thrusting up into his hand. Suddenly, a different image of
Rohan occupied his whole mind. It was Rohan on top of him, one hand pinning him
to the ground, his eyes dark and his expression one of authority. He was
telling him to stay still, his voice low and menacing. Josuke felt like he was
going to explode. Then Rohan was leaning closer to him, his lips brushing
against the shell of his ear. He imagined Rohan giving him a single command,
one he couldn’t refuse.
“Come.”
Josuke saw white, his whole body trembling and his back arching off the bed. He
gasped for air, not being able to contain the sounds he was making. The
electric shocks that ran along his spine took a while to wear off. When he
recovered a little he could still hear a buzz on his ears and his heart
wouldn’t settle down. He felt the stickiness on his hand and on the covers and
grimaced. That was going to be a pain to deal with. In the end, he decided he
wanted to deal with it in another moment and wiped his hand on the sheets.
Sleepiness was getting to him too fast, so he snuggled in bed and tried to
avoid any cum stains.
As he was drifting to sleep, he thought, he really hoped he hadn’t moaned too
loudly.
Chapter End Notes
     oh fucking shit, it's been so long since i wrote something smutty,
     i'm a little rusty
     i hope it came out nicely, and not forced, tell me what you think
     pls, i'm a little lost
     and again, let's be happy because we'll get to see Rohan's house
     onfire (◕‿◕✿)
     and a lot of other things animated, fuck yass <3
     leave kudos if you feel like doing so and thank you for keeping up
     with my fic (´ε｀ )♡
***** Deciding *****
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     hii dudes
     soo, first thing, i made a new tumblr if you want to follow me http:/
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     it's uuugly because i made it just today
     i'll be there if you want to talk about josuhan or whatever (i rly
     want to talk about josuhan with someone)
     so, i'm in chapter...7? and i still don't know how many more i'll
     write
     but i think we're getting there, finally
     hope u enjoy <3
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Josuke felt the guilt heavy on his shoulders during the next week. He felt like
he had betrayed Rohan in some way and was afraid to face him. Not just because
of the possibility of Heaven’s Door being used on him, but also because he had
approached Rohan promising clear and pure intentions, and now he was jerking
off to the thought of him. That wasn’t exactly innocent.
How am I supposed to look him in the eye now...?
On the days after the “incident” Josuke just dropped on Rohan’s house to say
hello and awkwardly tell some dumb excuse for not staying, not even crossing
the doorframe in the process. Rohan gave him a sceptical look since the first
day. Josuke knew he didn’t believe a word, but hoped he wouldn’t care enough to
do something about it. But a voice in the back of his mind told him he wanted
Rohan to go drag him back to his house.
He was being too faithful, wasn’t he?
The problem Josuke found himself in now was having too much free time. He was
already used to spending his afternoons at Rohan’s, reading manga usually, or
sometimes organizing the mangaka’s house; it wasn’t unusual for him to forget
everything except his current work. Now he lied in bed, his arms crossed behind
his head and his mind empty of ideas. He had been playing all the video games
he owned for the past days, and had finished them all. Though he would have
liked buying a new one, he was a little broke. More than a little, maybe.
He knew he had options. He could go hang out with Okuyasu or Koichi; the first
one was almost always free. But the thing was, he really didn’t feel like doing
that. Actually, he didn’t feel like doing anything. Except one thing, but that
one thing was exactly what he had been trying to avoid.
I really want to see Rohan.
He sighed, for what should be like the 20th time in the last half an hour. On
the latter days he had been thinking a lot and had enough time to realize how
deep he actually was for Rohan. And he concluded he had it really really bad.
It was obvious why he liked Rohan physically; he was pretty, like too pretty,
not only his face but also his body. He was slim and toned and he looked quite
graceful for someone who spends most of his time locked inside his house. But
Josuke realized he was a goner when he noticed he liked Rohan’s personality
too. He was perfectly aware that the guy was an asshole 80% of the time,
perhaps even more, but there was something behind all of that. He was
confident, determined and very passionate about the things he did; the type of
person people looks up to. And he could already include himself among those
people. He was so successful at such a young age because of sheer work and
talent, and Josuke has had the opportunity to see it with his own eyes. Only
remembering Rohan’s face when he got a new idea for his manga made his heart
flutter in his chest.
Fuck.
Josuke shifted on his stomach and buried his face on the pillow. He started
drifting to sleep and was about to lose consciousness when a loud ringing made
him jump on his bed. It was the landline phone. He cursed under his breath and
angrily stood up. He was home alone so he had to answer the damn phone himself.
He stomped heavily through the aisles and once there answered with and angry
“what?” while leaning on a wall.
“How long are you going to avoid me, Higashikata?” Josuke cursed his heart for
immediately speeding up. Rohan sound indignant on the other side of the line.
“Sensei.” His tone was considerably softer. He felt his hands starting to
sweat. Rohan was already affecting him, even when he wasn’t there.
“I would like to know what you’re playing at, if it’s possible.” His words were
filled with venom behind their "politeness".
“I’m not playing at anything, sensei.” He hated the way his voice wavered.
“I thought you were my assistant or something like that, so why are you not
coming anymore? I guess you’re aware that I don’t believe any of your pathetic
excuses.”
“I am aware.”
“Then answer me, I’m waiting.”
“Well, uh...Am I not done with the work already? You don’t draw me anymore; I
thought you didn’t need me anymore.”
There was a heavy silence after that. Josuke started thinking that he had made
a terrible mistake. What if Rohan hadn’t realized what he just said? He had
probably just ruined his only chance of spending a little more time with Rohan.
He felt his heart squeeze. He slammed his palm on his face and started thumping
his head against the wall. Suddenly, he heard Rohan’s voice, but just barely
audible. He didn’t heard shit of what he said.
“Sorry, what was that, sensei?”
“I said you can come if you want to!” Rohan snapped, and seemed to immediately
realize how his words sounded. “I mean to read manga or whatever you do at my
house, I don’t mind.”
“Really?” Josuke felt a huge smile stretching his cheeks painfully, but
couldn’t care less. Happiness was running through his body like blood and he
felt like jumping or screaming or something.
“I’m already regretting it.” Rohan was back to his bitter self, but the damage
was already done.
“You won’t regret it, I promise! I won’t bother you at all.” He was probably
too high on endorphins because he really didn’t mean to say his next words. “I
really like spending time with you.”
He froze. The time seemed to freeze. Even Rohan had stopped talking. He felt
blood rushing to his face and felt like hiding, but it was useless because
there wasn’t anyone to hide from.
“Well, see you tomorrow then.” Thankfully Rohan spared him the extra
embarrassment.
“Yeah, I’ll dropped by noon. Goodbye, sensei.” Rohan hung up and Josuke slid
down the wall, putting the phone on its place before dropping his head in
between his knees.
He stayed there for a while, until the shame wasn’t so strong anymore. He went
back to his room and lied back on bed. There were butterflies on his stomach
again and a warm feeling spreading in his chest.
So Rohan actually missed me.
                                 ------O------
Rohan was passing around his house like an encaged animal, looking for any kind
of distraction. He still couldn’t believe he was missing Josuke, and that he
had ambiguously admitted it. What was happening to him? He was the Great
Kishibe Rohan; he didn’t have time for stupid crushes on stupid brats. Yet here
he was, feeling his stomach get all weird over some kid’s senseless words. He
tried to convince himself that Josuke talked like that to all his friends, but
that thought only ended up giving him a bitter feeling. He knew it was
jealously; it had been a while since he last felt like that.
I think it was when I was still a kid.
After he managed to stop feeling like throwing up, Rohan tried to go back to
his work. When about an hour passed and the sheet of paper in front of him was
still empty he decided to give up, for now. He felt like slamming his head on
the desk, but stopped himself because he could ruin the paper and probably
spill the ink everywhere. He stood up and went to open a window, to get some
fresh air. Outside, the sun was already setting, barely visible over the
houses’ roofs. He leaned with his forearms on the window frame, popping his
head out and breathing deeply. The air felt cold on his nose, but in a good
way; it was refreshing. The sky was of a dark orange, a light breeze making the
leaves on the trees sway softly. He hadn’t realized just how tired his eyes
actually were; his eyelids felt heavy and he could feel the bags under his
eyes. His neck felt tense, the same as his back. Now that he thought about it,
he had been a little too anxious lately. All this new feelings had him a little
on edge. He liked Josuke presence, it made everything look a little funnier
(not that he would ever admit it), but he made huge efforts to hide anything
that could give him away. He couldn’t tell if was acting too mean or too kind
near the boy; his mind turned a little cloudy when with Josuke.
He felt like he wanted to do something about this whole thing. Kishibe Rohan
had never been an easily pleased man. If something was bothering him, he would
just have to fix it. The question was how; he didn’t know exactly what he
wanted. He felt his legs get tired and decide to lie down on the couch he had
move there to draw Josuke. He decided to leave it there and since that day the
teen had claimed it as his personal spot.
Once his back touched the couch he felt relief run through his whole body. He
sighed and stretched, his joints cracking loudly with every turn of his body.
His eyelids started lowering on their own, yawns escaping his mouth more often
than not. He gave up on his try on keeping his eyes open and just relaxed while
listening to the faint sounds of wind, birds and people on the street.
Just before falling asleep an idea popped in his mind, a solution for his
problem. He should tell Josuke about his feeling; that would fix everything up.
He thought a pretty good idea.
A while later, when he woke up, he tried to blame his sleepy state for those
stupid thoughts. However, he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if he
did it.
Whatever, it’s a terrible idea. Horrible, stupid, there’s no way I’m doing it.
                                 ------O------
The next day Josuke made extra sure to look good. Tomoko had to go and
physically drag him out the bathroom so she could shower. Josuke received a
smack on the head for not listening and a good scolding before being able to
leave. Anyway, Tomoko still kissed him goodbye on the cheek and told him to
take care. Josuke knew she couldn’t stay mad at him, he was too charming. He
wished he could be half as charming when he was with Rohan. At least he was
improving a little; he didn’t stutter that much anymore. He was sure he would
get the handle of it eventually.
As he made his way to Rohan’s house he started whistling a song he heard that
morning. It made him blush a little realizing how cliché he was. But he
couldn’t help it he was happy, and when he was happy he whistled. Someone
should give him some credit for not sprinting to the mangaka’s house.
When he arrived at Rohan’s house his calm was interrupted by a loud sound
coming from inside. It sounded like something had fallen over. He heard the
mangaka’s voice cursing loudly and before he could think about it he called
Crazy Diamond and broke the door down. He ran the steps at full speed and found
Rohan in his studio, holding a big book’s shelf that was threatening to fall on
top on him. He rushed over and stood behind Rohan, using his own hands and
Crazy Diamond’s to put the shelf on its place. He huffed in relief and just
then realized that he had Rohan cornered against the shelf. He looked down at
him and Rohan was looking at him over his shoulder, wearing a shocked
expression and definitely blushing. They stared at each other awkwardly until
Josuke gave a step back. He could feel his ears burning and coughed a little to
hide his embarrassment. He had been pressed against Rohan, completely flush
against him.
Don’t get hard, don’t get hard, don’t get hard-
“Uhm, thank you.” He lifted his to Rohan, who looked a little less red but
still kinda troubled.
“No problem! How did that happen anyway?” He was glad the periods of
awkwardness lasted less every time.
“I was trying to get a book from the top and I tried to climb it-anyway, the
damn thing fell over me. I thought I was going to be crushed for a minute
there.”
“Glad I was helpful.” He grinned widely and Rohan looked like he was in pain
again. “What? Did you hit yourself somewhere?” There was a fair amount of book
scattered over the floor, so it was possible.
“No, it’s nothing.” He looked thoughtful for a moment, shaking his head a
little before looking at Josuke again. “I guess I owe you one, what a pain.”
Kishibe Rohan was back, but his hateful expression lacked venom.
“We better pick those books up.” He pointed at the floor and Rohan groaned,
realizing what a mess there actually was at his feet.
They crouched and started picking the books up then putting them on the shelf.
Just as Josuke was positioning them Rohan batted his hand away, glaring at him.
“You’re making a mess; that one goes on the upper one.” He grabbed the books
from his hands and placing each on its place. He wondered how he could remember
it, but it was Rohan; he was the weirdness made person. Suddenly Rohan seemed
to freeze and Josuke prepared for the impact. “How did you enter my house?”
Fuck.
“I...broke the door down.” There wasn’t point in lying.
“You what?! Why-okay. I’m going to start thinking again that you want to
destroy my house.” He pinched the bridge of his nose with his index and thumb.
“You know it’s not like that! Look, I’ll go fix it with Crazy Diamond.” He
didn’t wait for a reply and went downstairs to do as he said.
When he returned to the studio Rohan had only two more books on his hands to
put in place, the rest of the shelf completely full. He was really something.
He glanced at him for a second and made his way to the couch. Josuke followed
him and sat beside him. This was the first time Rohan sat on that couch while
he was around. He looked at him but Rohan couldn’t notice because he had his
eyes closed. He was leaning his head on the backrest and Josuke noticed bags
under his eyes.
“You look tired.” He leaned his head next to Rohan’s, still staring at him.
“I am.”
“Too much work?”
“No...Well, yeah. But there’s more than that.”
“What is it then?”
“It’s not important.” Josuke didn’t know if it was his imagination, but he saw
Rohan tensing up.
“Mmh.” He was still looking at him when Rohan opened his eyes and turned his
head on his direction. Their noses were almost touching. Josuke felt his heart
speeding up. “You should sleep a little.”
“You don’t mind?” A shiver ran down his spine when Rohan’s breath ghosted over
his lips.
“Nah. Suit yourself.” He tried to smile at him, to hide his nervousness.
Rohan should have been really tired, otherwise he wouldn’t have agreed. He
resumed his position and closed his eyes. After a while his breathing evened
out, and Josuke was still staring. He felt like a stalker, but he couldn’t help
it. Rohan was really pretty, even more up close. Even being stressed and tired
as fuck.
Some minutes passed and Rohan started to fall on Josuke. He tried to keep
himself upright but was too sleepy to do it or to even thinking of moving to
other place. Josuke decided to take the risk and picked Rohan up on bridal
style. Rohan yelped and his eyes widened for a moment. He was too tired to
glare or smack Josuke, it seemed.
“What are you doing?” His voice was weak and raspy.
“If you’re going to sleep, you have to sleep well. In a proper place.” As he
spoke he entered Rohan’s bedroom and placed Rohan softly on the bed. “There you
go.”
Rohan’s eyes were already closed. Josuke chucked softly and tried to lean away,
but soon found he couldn’t. There was a hand clutching his sleeve with a death
grip. He looked at the hand and back at Rohan’s face, confused to no end. He
tried to pull away again but all he got was a grunt from Rohan and the hand
tightening up. He sighed.
What kind of sick joke is this?
He lied down next to Rohan, putting some space between them. It wasn’t hard
because the bed was fucking huge. He lied on his side, facing Rohan. Some time
passed and Rohan shifted on his sleep, lying on his side and facing Josuke too.
Suddenly the hand was pulling and Rohan was moving closer to him. Before he
could react, Rohan was pressed against him, nuzzling in his chest.
He felt like having a heart attack.
Josuke would have never imagined that Rohan was the cuddle type, but facts
probed him wrong. He probably was just cold and sought his warmth. But that
didn’t stop Josuke’s blood to boil in his veins, making his body hot all over.
He didn’t want to wake Rohan up, so he stayed still. At some point he would
have to loosen his grip on him, right?
After a while he started drifting to sleep. Rohan’s breathing lulling him. He
sent all to hell and wrapped his free arm over Rohan, pulling him closer. Rohan
nuzzled on his neck, his nose touching his skin and his breath warming it. He
supposed it was because he felt overwhelmed in the moment, but he felt like he
was going to explode.
He really wanted to confess to Rohan.
He knew it would probably end badly, but he wanted him to know. Rohan didn’t
look like a person who lets his guard down, and yet he trusted him enough to
sleep next to him. When they were in the couch he could have easily kicked him
out, but he didn’t. He felt like a traitor.
In that moment, Josuke made up his mind: he was going to confess to Rohan, no
matter the consequences.
Chapter End Notes
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***** Confessing *****
Chapter Notes
     oh my god, my back huuurts
     sorry for being late, but the chapter is longer c:
     i'm sorry if i made too many mistakes, i'm more than a little bit
     sleep deprived
     the title says it all, so go ahead
     hope you enjoy <3
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Luckily for Josuke, he woke up before Rohan and managed to sneak out of his
embrace. It was hard for him to move, because Rohan was warm and smelled nice,
but he knew better. Waking up pressed against each other would only bring
misunderstandings and more awkward moments. So after covering Rohan with a
thick blanket he found in the room, he made his way out and closed the door
quietly behind him. Once at the studio he thought that since it was still clear
outside he would do something to help Rohan. He had looked exhausted lately and
had probably been sleeping very little. Josuke wished he could do more for him,
but Rohan didn’t seem to want to talk about what was troubling him.
I’ll probably just cause him more problems if I confess to him...
Trying to push that topic away for the moment he decided to get to work. He
started organizing the studio, avoiding any paper that looked “important”. He
spent a good fifteen minutes looking for the broom, which was finally found
abandoned on the backyard.
When was the last time Rohan cleaned his house...?
As soon as he finished cleaning he decided to cook something for Rohan. There
wasn’t much in the fridge and the cupboard was filled with instant soups and
food alike. He really couldn’t understand how Rohan was so skinny eating so
badly. Josuke made a mental note of offering himself to do the grocery shopping
soon.
He cooked something simple but good enough with how little he got. His mom had
taught him since he was a little kid and he was pretty confident on his cooking
skills. Once he had everything settled he went to check on Rohan. He opened the
door carefully and leaned his head inside. The room was almost pitch black,
with the dark curtains stopping most of the light from entering. His eyes took
a few seconds to get used to the darkness. When they did he saw Rohan lying on
his back and awake.
“Slept well?”
“Mmh.” He made an affirmative sound. “How long was I out?” Rohan voice was
still thick with sleep.
“Dunno; a few hours I guess.” He leaned half of his body inside the room.
“And you stayed?”
“Yeah; and I made you dinner.”
“Wow, how efficient. I’m impressed.” Rohan started stretching, his arms over
his head, his body twisting. Josuke was standing some meters away and the crack
of Rohan’s joints sounded loud to him.
“Ouch. You’re getting old pretty quickly, Rohan.” The name just escaped him and
he internally flinched just as it left his mouth.
“Don’t get so smug, Josuke.” He accentuated his voice on his name. Josuke’s
stomach squeezed. “Have some respect for your elders.”
“You’re even talking like an old man.” Josuke’s giggles died off when Rohan
suddenly stood up and gave three long strides until he had him cornered to the
wall. He bumped his shoulder on the doorframe when he backed off.
“Do I look like an old man to you?” If it weren’t for the centimetres that
Josuke won in height they would have been face to face. Even in the dark the
closeness of Rohan’s face made his heart beat to a worrying speed.
“Uh...” Why didn’t his mind work properly when he was with Rohan? He really
couldn’t tell, but it was frustrating as fuck.
“I’ll take that as a no.” He could see the ghost of a smirk before Rohan turned
away in the bathroom’s direction.
He took a deep breath; he had stopped breathing at some point, apparently.
While Rohan was in the bathroom he went to open the curtains to let the dim
light from the outside enter the room. He folded the blanket and put it where
he found it before. He waited for Rohan at the studio, dropping on the couch.
He put his arms on the backrest and let his head lean back.
It seemed that his thoughts weren’t going to leave him alone any time soon. As
soon as he sat they came rushing to him. He groaned. This whole “telling Rogan
about my feelings” thing was looking more like a bad idea the more time that
passed. It wasn’t going to end well, he knew. What would happen if he told him?
Rohan would probably be disgusted or find him annoying and push him away. He
could even use Heaven’s Door to make him never come near him or his house
again. But even so...
What if it’s not like that?
Deep inside he still had some hope. He tried to fight it but it stayed,
insistently popping in his head. Josuke couldn’t help but imaging what it would
be like if Rohan felt the same. He snorted out loud. It really sounded
ridiculous, even in his head. Even the thought of Rohan leaning towards him to
kiss him made Josuke’s face heat up. He covered his face with his forearm. He
thought he would like to see Rohan’s face when he told him. Would he be
surprised? Would he be completely indifferent? That thought made him cringe.
That would be a really low blow to his pride.
“Are you sleeping?” Rohan’s voice made him jump and blushed at the sound he
made.
“I was just resting my eyes.” He couldn’t control his expression, and it must
been funny because Rohan was laughing that bubbly laugh of his. “What?”
“You’re really funny to scare.” Rohan wiped a tear from one eye, his lips
quivering around a smile he couldn’t contain.
“Ha ha.” He used a monotone voice, pouting and looking away.
“Oh, come on. I thought I was the grumpy one.” Rohan was still giggling
slightly when he poked him with a finger in between his eyebrows, right when
the skin wrinkled. They both froze and Rohan stared at his finger in shock. He
wasn’t one to start physical contact, and they both knew. Silence hanged
awkwardly between them and Josuke felt the muscles of his shoulders tensing.
“Uhm, I think I’ll be going now. Mom wanted me to be there by dinner
and...yeah.” He stood up and made some distance between him and Rohan.
“Yeah, right.” Rohan looked just as uncomfortable as he was. His eyes were
glued to the floor.
“See you around, then.” He made his way out of the room, but when he reached
the stairs he stopped abruptly.
I’m going to regret this, ain’t I?
He went back and leaned inside the room just enough to be seen. “Hey, Rohan.”
He still felt weird calling him his first name. The mangaka looked up from the
floor, surprised. “I...I have something I need to tell you. Can I come
tomorrow?” His heart was beating so hard he felt it was moving his whole
ribcage.
“Uh, yeah. Yes, you can come.” He looked pretty clueless.
“See you tomorrow then.” He smiled and rushed outside, tripping with his own
feet on the porch. He ran the whole way to his house and Tomoko gave him a look
and told him to go shower immediately. Not even the cold shower could calm the
heat of his body and his heart wouldn’t give in even after dinner. Now he
couldn’t back off. He had told Rohan he wanted to tell him something. Knowing
the mangaka, he wouldn’t stop bugging him until he told him what it was. He
couldn’t lie either, for obvious reasons. He stomach squeezed and his breathing
sped up.
Tomorrow was the day.
                                 ------O------
Once he was left alone, Rohan slumped on the couch, covering his face with one
of the pillows. He felt like screaming on it, but opted for biting it instead;
his teeth hurt. Josuke’s words had awakened a fire in his body, sending
electric shock through his nerves. What had he wanted to tell him? And why
couldn’t he tell him right away? Like Rohan wasn’t curious enough without the
suspense. He removed the pillow when breathing became difficult. The room was
almost completely dark, the sun no longer visible; even its orange halo had
disappeared. Only the grumbling of his stomach made him get up. Now that he
thought about it, he hadn’t eaten much that day. In the morning he had a poorly
made breakfast and then he just forgot to eat. Well, Josuke had told him he
left something for him.
Rohan walked to the kitchen and immediately found the food neatly placed on the
table, covered with a cloth. He sat in front of it and removed the cloth,
feeling his stomach protest at its alluring smell. He was glad he was alone,
because he ate like an actual pig. He couldn’t put his finger on what exactly
did Josuke do to make simple rice taste so delicious, but was pretty glad when
he notice there was plenty more. He repeated two more times.
Now, lying on his bed, with the curtains open to let the moon light in and his
hunger positively neutralized, he remembered his previous concerns. He felt
frustration and uneasiness grow inside him, making him clench his teeth. Why
was he so worried about this? It probably was something unimportant, like
asking him to borrow some manga or making him play his stupid video games with
him. But something in Josuke’s face made him think it was more than that. By
now, Rohan could say with confidence that he knew Josuke, at least a little
bit. And one of the things he learned about him was that the expression he wore
before leaving was a mask. That was the kind of face he made when he was
worried or hiding something. Rohan didn’t know which one of those two was,
though.
He rolled on his side and sighed. He fumbled with the blankets to get under
them, tossing his shirt and pants to the ground. He didn’t feel like putting
his pyjama on, and the night was pretty warm anyway so he wouldn’t be cold.
Rohan desperately wanted to fall asleep already, but he was too awake, too
alert. He squirmed in bed, disarranging the covers messing his hair. He noticed
he still had his headband and earrings on, and took them off aiming to put then
on the drawer beside the bed. They fell to the floor with little thuds.
Fucking shit...
He turned on his other side and tried to get comfortable. The warmth of the
blankets over him reminded him of a dream he had earlier that day. It was a
pretty weird dream, now that he thought about. In his dream he was snuggling
against Josuke’s chest, the other man embracing him with his strong arms. It
was a really comforting memory, and he blushed when the yearning of having that
warm body pressed against him now surged in his head.
He grabbed a pillow and shoved his face against it, no longer resisting the
desperate urge to scream his lungs out. He hoped his house was big enough to
swallow the sound the pillow couldn’t muffle. When his throat started to hurt
and his body felt a little less like it was about to explode, he let the pillow
fall to the floor and stared at the ceiling. Rohan felt that all the feeling he
had been trying to bottle up were in the verge of spilling all over the place.
Every time he looked at Josuke’s stupid face he felt like reaching out with his
hand, he yearned to touch him. He felt out of control, and he didn’t like it
one bit. He laughed bitterly at the empty room, running his fingers through his
hair.
Oh my god, what did he want to tell me?!
He made the decision of calling Josuke early in the morning, and even go to his
house and drag him out if he didn’t hurry to come. He needed to know and soon.
He cursed his curiosity and forced his eyes closed, willing himself to sleep.
                                 ------O------
The next day, Josuke had just gotten out of the shower when the phone rang.
Tomoko shout from the kitchen for him to answer it. He hurried on bare feet,
wearing just a towel around his hips, water still dripping down his body. Just
as he put it against his ear he heard Rohan, thick and raspy voice.
“Josuke.”
“Rohan. You sound...tired. Did you sleep well last night?”
“Not really, but it’s not a big deal.” His tone was slurred, and he sighed
deeply.
“What’s wrong?” He was getting worried for Rohan. If he kept like this he was
going to get sick for real.
“Nothing.” He seemed to be gathering his thoughts before speaking again. “I
called you to tell you to come as soon as you can.”
“Do you have something to do afterwards?”
“No.”
“Then why?”
“Listen, just-just do it please. I want to know what it was that you wanted to
tell me.”
“Uh-okay. I just showered, so I can be there in like an hour. Is that alright?”
“Yeah, okay. See you later, then.” Rohan hung up immediately and Josuke
realized what was going to happen.
Oh my god, I’m not ready for this.
                                 ------O------
Rohan walked around his house for what had to be like the tenth time already.
He had barely slept last night, waking up often and never grasping sleep
completely. In all the hours he stayed awake he had thought over a lot of
possible things Josuke would want to tell him. He had one idea in mind, but
wouldn’t let himself to believe it. He was probably just projecting his own
feelings on Josuke.
The sudden ring of the bell almost made him jump out of his skin. He was
already at the first floor, but took a minute to compose himself. He opened the
door and immediately felt the change in the air. There was tension floating
between them, and Josuke was looking him dead in the eye with the most
unreadable expression he had ever seen him wearing. Rohan gave a step back and
Josuke entered, closing the door behind him and leaning his back against it.
“What did you want to tell me?” Rohan’s voice was barely a whisper.
“Can we...sit or something?” He scratched the back of his head, averting his
eyes from Rohan’s.
“Let’s go upstairs.” He started making his way up, not needing to look back to
know Josuke was following. He entered the studio for sheer habit and made a
beeline to the couch. He sat down and just a moment later Josuke was next to
him, their thighs almost touching.
“Give a minute, please.” Josuke rested his elbows on his knees and put his head
between his hands, hiding his face from sight.
“Okay.” Rohan’s whole body was tense. He had his hands clenched on his lap, his
jaw locked. He had his eyes directed to the front, not daring to look at
Josuke.
“Alright, I’m ready.”
                                 ------O------
His palms were sweating, and so his nape and temples. He felt his stomach churn
with nervousness and his heart getting too big for his ribcage. Rohan slowly
turned to look at him. He was moving very carefully, like he was worried of
scaring him away, and maybe he wasn’t completely wrong because he did have the
urge to jump out the window and escape the scene. But he had already made up
his mind, he couldn’t back off now.
“I-I need to tell you something that’s been going on for a while now. And I’m
going to tell you because not telling you feels like betrayal.” His voice
wavered several times, but he decided he didn’t give a shit; he just wanted to
get it out of his chest.
“How...bad is this going to be?” Rohan’s eyes widened a bit. He changed his
position slightly to face Josuke more directly on the couch.
“It’s not bad, actually. W-well, not for me, at least.” He was so nervous he
couldn’t think straight.
“Then what is it?” Rohan was frowning at him now. “Just tell me already.”
“I-“ Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. He had to say itnow. “I think you’re really
awesome and I admire you a lot and I-“ Once he looked at Rohan he couldn’t look
away. “I like you, a lot. And I don’t mean it in a friendly way. I really like
you, Rohan.”
It was finally out, and he felt like his lungs were being squeezed as he said
it. His face felt so hot he thought he was going to combust. At some point he
had closed his eyes, because he had to open them to gauge Rohan’s expression.
The mangaka was as red he felt, his lower lip being harshly squeezed by his
teeth. His eyes were directed so low it seemed he had them closed, his
eyelashes tracing thin shadows on his cheekbones. This wasn’t exactly an
answer, but it helped erase his fear of causing Rohan disgust with his
confession. His heart sounded so loud in his ears that he felt a little
lightheaded. Rohan wasn’t answering, wasn’t moving and didn’t seem to be even
breathing and Josuke couldn’t take this anymore.
“Rohan?” He lifted his hand slowly, moving it to lightly touch one of Rohan’s,
tightly clenching on his lap. Rohan flinched, removing his hand slightly, but
not enough to get out of Josuke’s touch. He looked up to Josuke and his
expression showed confusion and discomfort. Josuke tried to soften his
expression, but his heart was squeezing painfully tight and he just needed an
answer now. “Say something please.” He ran a hand over his hair, messing it a
little. He was getting frustrated. “What do you think? Tell me something, I’m
going insane here.” His laugh sounded rigid on his own ears.
“I...don’t know.” Rohan’ voice was barely a whisper, his eyes no longer fixated
on him, but the wall. “I don’t know anything about this things, I-“ Rohan
stopped midsentence, darting his eyes across the floor before standing up so
fast Josuke couldn’t catch what was happening until Rohan was about to enter
his room. He stood up in a panic, running behind Rohan and blocking the door
just before it was shut.
“What are you doing?!” Rohan kept pushing the door, crushing the leg he had put
in between the door and the doorframe in the process.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m trying to hide from you!” He said like it was the most
natural thing in the world.
“Don’t be a child! Let’s talk about this, come on!”
“I don’t want to!”
Josuke decided he had enough in that moment, pushing the door open and getting
inside the room. He shut it behind him, locking it in the process. He faced
Rohan again. Rohan was at the other side of the room already, standing in the
farthest corner and looking like a deer caught in the lights. Josuke approached
the windows, closing the curtains and taking a seat on the edge of the bed, his
back to Rohan. Maybe with less light, Rohan would stop being so nervous.
Talking to the darkness was easier, anyway.
“We are going to talk now.”
                                 ------O------
Rohan knew he was acting like a child, but he couldn’t help it. It was true he
spent most of his time observing people and analyzing their behaviour, but he
didn’t have any actual experience. He didn’t like people, and he didn’t have
much human interaction on his daily life. Well, he didn’t used to have it,
because now Josuke was with him almost every day.
He was still frozen in place, shocked to no end. He couldn’t believe what
Josuke had just told him. That was a confession...right? Of course it was a
confession, he wasn’t stupid. But he still couldn’t believe his ears. His mind
wasn’t doing very well either, unable to catch up to the current events. Did
Josuke actually like him? In the same way he realized he liked Josuke? What the
fuck.
“How long are you going to stand there?” Josuke’s voice jolted him back to
reality. He darted his eyes around the room, and spotted Josuke sitting on his
bed, facing the opposite wall. His curtains were ridiculously effective; it was
barely noon and the room was almost completely dark.
He hesitantly walked to the bed, touching the edge with his knees but not
moving from there. Now that he was closer he could see Josuke pretty well. He
looked good in casual clothes. But again, he was Adonis’ reincarnation, so he
would look anyway. The black shirt he was wearing today accentuated all his
muscles, the short sleeves giving a good view of his arms. Rohan frowned,
feeling irritation at Josuke’s attractiveness. He sighed, finally giving in and
sitting cross-legged on the bed, facing the teen’s back.
“Okay.” He didn’t feel ready, but he knew there was no escaping this situation.
“Are you going to talk to me?” Josuke didn’t turn around, shifting his weight
on his arms behind him.
“What about?” Josuke gave a deep, frustrated sigh.
“I want you to tell me how you feel about me. Even if it’s bad, I just need to
know. I’ll leave you alone afterwards.” Rohan’s heart clenched at Josuke’s
words.
“Listen, Josuke. I-I don’t really know anything about this kind of things and I
don’t understand why you said you like me-“
“Because I like you, obviously.”
“Uh, okay.” Rohan knew Josuke couldn’t see him because he was facing the other
side, and the room was pretty dark anyway, but he felt as his the red of his
face wasn’t going to pass ignored.
“I don’t know if I’m going to like your answer but, do you like me, Rohan? Just
tell me yes or no, please.” Josuke leaned forward a little, removing one of his
hands from the bed to run it through his hair. His pompadour was not anymore.
Rohan bit his lip, taking a deep breath. Fuck it, what was the worst that could
happen?
“I think I do...like you, I mean.” He felt it before seeing it. Josuke’s weight
shifted on the bed, and then there was a hand grasping one of his.
“You’re not joking, right?” Josuke’s expression was completely open. His brows
drawn up and together, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open. He damned his
heart for not shutting the fuck up.
“No, of course not.” This was the moment, he had to be honest now and leave his
pride aside for a while. “I do like you, but I think this is the first time I
have this...weird kind of feelings towards someone. Everything is so weird. I
feel weird.”
“You are weird.” Josuke’s face was a lot more relaxed, his voice echoing in a
bubbly chuckle. Rohan’s heart jumped when the teen softly caressed his cheek
with the back of his hand. The smile he was giving him didn’t help much either.
“What am I supposed to do now?” The hand that had been caressing him a moment
ago now cupped his cheek. Josuke’s hand was huge and very warm, and it would
have been comforting if he wasn’t so nervous.
“Dunno. Whatever you want, I guess.” They were so close he could feel Josuke’s
warm breath ghosting over his lips.
Josuke continued to caress his cheek softly with his thumb. He looked pretty
entranced in his activity. The thumb slid till the corner of his mouth and
traced the shape of his lower lip. Rohan gulped. Josuke eyes were fixated on
his movements, and the way he was looking at his lips made something in his
belly twitch. Suddenly he looked up, meeting Rohan’s eyes. Rohan didn’t know if
he was breathing anymore.
“Can I kiss you?” Josuke’s voice was low and quiet, and Rohan was going to
faint, wasn’t he? He didn’t want to talk and embarrass himself even more, so he
gave a slow nod.
Josuke leaned towards him, shifting his legs so they were on each side of
Rohan. He moved the hand from his cheek to his chin, holding it up slightly.
Josuke’s face was so close, his eyes half lidded and completely focused on him.
Rohan didn’t know what to do so he just closed his eyes and relaxed. After a
few second he felt a light pressure over his lips. He jolted a little, against
his will. Josuke pressed a little harder against him, fitting their mouths
together. Rohan noticed that his lips were softer that he imagined.
Josuke started moving softly, sliding his lips against his own. The hand that
had been over his own moved up, setting fire on his way up Rohan’s arm. He
settled it on the junction between his neck and shoulder, pressing his thumb
there and making little circles with it. Rohan sighed softly, and Josuke took
the opportunity to lick over his lips, asking for permission to enter. Rohan
opened his mouth a little, feeling a little uneasy. He knew what was coming
now, but had never done it before. A warm tongue entering his mouth distracted
him from his thoughts. It felt weird, until Josuke licked over his own tongue.
Rohan shuddered and his hands twitched to hold onto something. He settled them
on Josuke’s spread thighs, wrinkling the denim fabric in his hands as much as
he could.
Josuke’s tongue explored his mouth slowly, licking over his teeth and the roof
of his mouth, tickling him a little. Rohan wanted to do something too, to
return the kiss. He pressed a little against Josuke, and swirled his tongue
around Josuke’s own. The teen made a sound at the back of his throat, his hands
clenching slightly. They started moving together, rubbing each other’s tongues.
One of Josuke’s hand was now tangled in his hair, headband thrown somewhere in
the room. Rohan’s arms were over the teen’s shoulders, rounding his neck. He
wanted to get closer, he wanted to touch more; he felt dazed. Their movements
were a lot more persistent now, the wait making them both desperate.
Suddenly Josuke was grabbing him by his thighs and positioning him on his lap.
Rohan gasped as their mouths separated. They looked at each other, panting
heavily. They were chest to chest, Rohan a little taller for the position they
were in. Their lips met halfway, their kissed becoming sloppy. Rohan felt
Josuke’s hands exploring his exposed skin, leaving goosebumps on his lower
back. They kept trailing up, caressing over his ribs and going down again,
stopping at his hips. Josuke pressed circles on the skin of his hipbones,
brushing the waistband of his boxers. Rohan gasped, throwing his head back to
take air. Josuke’s mouth was on his neck not a second later. He gave it a few
light kisses, and then mouthed his way up to his ear. He sucked his earlobe in
his mouth, flicking his tongue against it and giving it a couple nibbles. Rohan
was biting his lips so hard trying to muffle himself that he tasted blood. The
fire in his belly was at full power, and he noticed that he was almost
completely hard. This was too much, he needed a break now.
“Josuke.” His voice was breathy and soft, and if it had been in another moment
he would have been more embarrassed.
“Mmh?” He kept mouthing at the skin of his neck, not even stopping.
“I want to-ah-“ He covered his face with one hand. That had been the most
embarrassing sound he had made in his life. Josuke had sucked hard under his
ear just when he was talking. “Stop.”
“Mmh.” He finally detached from his neck, lifting his gaze to look up at Rohan.
His hair was everywhere, his face was red and he looked just fucking gorgeous.
“What’s wrong?”
“I want to stop...for a while. It was a little too much.” He hid his face on
Josuke’s shoulder and he started caressing his back and petting his hair almost
immediately. He relaxed a little bit.
“Okay.” Josuke kissed his temple softly. “Sorry, I got a little carried away. A
little...overexcited too.” He shifted slightly and picked Rohan up to lay him
on the bed. He lied next to him, facing him.
“You weren’t the only one.” He whispered.
“What?”
“Nothing.” He turned his back to Josuke. He was still hard, and no fucking way
he was going to let Josuke know. Not over a minute later, Josuke was pressed
against his back, one arm resting over his waist. Rohan sighed and let himself
relax on the warmth. Josuke’s breathing helped him calm down, and before he
realized it he was drifting to sleep.
He hadn’t slept so well in months.
Chapter End Notes
     so, yeah
     sorry if rohan was ooc, i'm really tired and i'm going to sleep now
     ooh and this will have one more chapter
     we're finally nearing the end (；ω；)
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Chapter Notes
     helloo, do u still remember me?? I bet u don't xd
     so here it is, finally
     this was so stressful to write, cause first i was sick and then i had
     writer's block and i wanted to slam my head against any hard surface
     i saw :DDDD
     but here it fucking is!!
     sorry for the delay, i really didn't want to make u wait for so long
     ;-;
     I want to thank Annya cause she helped me so much, ur amazing ( ´ ▽ `
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     PS: there a blackout in this chapter; i wanted to especify it cause i
     think it's not that clear
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It had been a week since he and Josuke started...something. They hadn’t really
given it a name yet, and Rohan didn’t think it was necessary; he was
overwhelmed enough with things the way they were. So, they kept their previous
routine, but a lot more...touchy. Actually, it was touchy but just on Josuke’s
side. Rohan still couldn’t get used to the closeness; he felt embarrassed just
thinking about holding his hand. He still wasn’t comfortable with the state of
vulnerability Josuke put him in. But even so, he found himself yearning for
that feeling; it was something nobody had made him feel before.
Josuke made up for all the lack of contact on Rohan’s side, though. Every time
Rohan walked by Josuke, he was grabbed and held in a tight embrace until he
managed to struggle out of it. Rohan would protest and tell Josuke to stop it
already; trying to hide the fact he actually kind of liked it. There was also a
day when Rohan made the mistake of wearing a shirt with a wide open neck,
leaving his shoulders and collarbone exposed. The hickies wouldn’t fade yet.
But apart from their daily make out sessions on the late afternoons, nothing
else had happened. They hadn’t gone any further, and Rohan was starting to lose
his patience. Every time things got a little hotter, Josuke would pull away and
excuse himself, going to the bathroom or saying it was time for him to leave.
Rohan felt the urge to punch him in the face every time.
He knew it wasn’t Josuke’s fault, even if he wanted to blame him. But even so,
he wouldn’t for the love of god say something about it. His pride had already
taken a hard enough blow with just admitting he liked Josuke to his face. He
wasn´t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that the Great Kishibe
Rohan wanted to have sex with him too. He had thought about it way too many
times in the last week. It was kinda embarrassing.
He had never felt this horny before, not even in the early years of his youth.
But he was determined not to show to Josuke how needy he really was. Rohan
sighed deeply, glaring at the empty sheet of paper in front of him. He had been
spacing out for hours now. Looking out the window he noticed the sky was
already turning orange. Josuke had said he would arriving at this time; he
should drop by soon.
Finally giving up on his work, he stood from his desk and went outside to take
on some fresh air.
                                 ------O------
Josuke’s room hadn’t been so clean in forever. He had found like five combs he
thought he had lost a long time ago. But the room was completely organized now;
there wasn’t anything else he could do to distract himself. He looked at the
clock on his nightstand; he still had like an hour to kill. It was embarrassing
to even think that he had been ready for about two hours now, maybe more. He
hated how eager he got every time he was going to see Rohan, the mix of
excitement and uneasiness refusing to go away. He supposed he could just arrive
earlier, but Rohan’s ego was huge as it was; he didn’t need to fuel it even
more.
When he started to feel like punching the walls, he decided to go out. He
walked slowly, lazily through the streets, making odd turns to lengthen the way
to Rohan’s house. He knew these streets better than his own face, so he knew
the exact path he had to follow. He made his way to a park he knew was close,
and decided to make some time there for a while. He sat down on a bench and
stared up at the sky, the sunlight no longer bright enough to hurt his eyes. He
thought of Rohan, of that moment a week ago when he had told him with hesitant
words that he felt the same as Josuke. A wide, wry smile formed on his face. He
had been smiling like that a lot during the last week, and even if he felt like
a moron he was too happy to care. It had been especially hard to dodge
questions from his friends and mom these days, and he has had to admit to
Tomoko that there was someone he liked for her to leave him alone. And for her
to stop nagging him he had to promise to tell her all the details soon.
As he remembered the times he had made out with Rohan he thought he would have
to skip some parts of the story. He blushed at the mere thought of how Rohan’s
voice sounded when he did something just right and he wasn’t fast enough to
cover his mouth. Ugh, boner go away. He blamed his physical reactions on the
fact that he had been holding back too much lately. After Rohan had told him to
stop that first day, he couldn’t help but feeling guilty every time he got out
of hand. He knew Rohan’s wasn’t a very touchy person, damn, he doubted he even
liked people at all. So pressuring him in a physical kind of relationship
wasn’t an option. He would wait for him the time he needed, and would be more
than happy with what he got. His horniness wasn’t going to go away so easily,
though.
The sky was completely orange now. As he checked his wristwatch he noticed it
was already time to go. He stood with and energetic jump, stretched his arms
over his head and made his way to Rohan’s house.
                                 ------O------
Rohan was sitting on the steps to his porch, his elbows on his knees and his
face between his hands. The sky quickly darkened after the sun disappeared, and
the public lighting still wasn’t on. The shadows provided him protection from
the passersby, allowing him to observe them without being seen. He spotted a
familiar figure approaching, a plastic bag hanging from his right hand. He was
whistling cheerfully as he walked. Once he got close enough the whistling
stopped and his lips formed a big smile, the corner of his eyes crinkling a
little.
“Hi.” Josuke’s smile always gave Rohan a weird feeling in his stomach, but he
tried to ignore it every time.
“Hi.” He kept his voice even, trying to play it cool even if knew he was
excited to see the other.
“Missed me?” Josuke walked closer to Rohan, until he stood on the step below
his feet, the smile never leaving his face. Rohan craned his neck back to look
at him, and could hardly make his face in the darkness. The lights were taking
quite a while to be turned on, weren’t they?
“You wish.” He smirked up at Josuke and the latter just let out a short bark of
laughter.
“You’re so sweet, as always.” He then lifted the plastic bag he was holding,
showing it to Rohan. “I brought us some drinks. Didn’t really know what you’d
prefer, so I bought you the same as mine. Sorry if you don’t like it.” He
looked away and waited until Rohan took the bag to move.
“...thank you.” Josuke was too nice and Rohan was going to explode. He opened
the bag and took two of the multiple cans that were inside. He was so engrossed
in trying to read the label in the darkness that he didn’t notice Josuke
positioning behind him until he felt weight on the top of his head. He jolted
forward, trying to get away from the teen in sheer surprise, but was quickly
stopped by a pair of muscular arms. He was pinned to Josuke chest, the heat
from the other’s body making a shiver run along his back. “What are you doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m cuddling you.” Josuke rested his head over Rohan’s head.
“You’re heavy.” He was indeed heavy, but Rohan didn’t mind much.
“Mmh.” They fell into a comfortable silence, the wind blowing softly around
them. Rohan shifted in Josuke’s grip, leaning his head back in one of his
shoulders. Josuke planted a soft kiss on his temple, and Rohan felt his heart
swelling up. He wished physical contact wasn’t so hard for him, but it still
was. He rested his arm over Josuke thigh, using it as an armrest and Josuke
loosened his hold on the mangaka to open his drink and take a long sip. Rohan
wasn’t feeling particularly thirsty yet.
Well, not in that way.
He internally laughed at his own pun, feeling pleased with himself. He looked
beside him at Josuke’s face, realizing it was pretty close. He was staring at
the moon, which was now high in the sky. How late was it already? He didn’t
remember what time it was before he went out, but the public lighting wasn’t on
yet. Weird. He returned his focus to Josuke’s face. He was taking another sip
from his drink, and Rohan could feel all the movements from his body when he
swallowed. Rohan couldn’t help thinking how handsome the boy actually was. He
wasn’t joking with the whole “Adonis comparison”. The movement of his Adam’s
apple bobbing got his attention, and before he could think about it he was
leaning forward and giving it a soft bite. Josuke’s entire body jolted and he
started coughing, apparently not having finished swallowing yet. Rohan just
stared at him with and amused expression while the other tried and failed
several times to return his breathing to normal. After a few more minutes
passed Josuke managed to speak again, immediately turning to Rohan. The glare
he was giving him and the way his lower lip jutted out only served to amuse
Rohan even more.
“Stop laughing!”
“I’m not laughing.” His grin only widened.
“Then stop smiling like that! Why did you do that, anyway?!”
“I just felt like doing it. Anyway, I don’t have to explain myself to you.”
Rohan glared back at Josuke.
“You’re such an asshole, you know?” The teen huffed in frustration, pinching
the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut.
“What are you talking about? I’m a perfectly nice person.” Josuke gave him and
irritated look and Rohan could no longer contain his laughter.
Once he started, he couldn’t stop the giggles from escaping his mouth. He knew
Josuke was still glaring at him but was too busy wheezing to care. Suddenly,
Josuke grabbed his face, squeezing his cheeks and making him look up. His
laughter finally started to die off, leaving them both in still silence. He
could barely register Josuke’s gaze shifting to his mouth before having cold
lips pressed against his. Josuke licked over his lips and Rohan immediately
opened them, tasting on his tongue the remains of his drink. He lifted one hand
to Josuke’s neck, toying with the loose lock there in between his fingers as
their tongues rubbed together. Josuke moved the hand on his jaw to the junction
between his neck and shoulder while the other moved to squeeze the exposed skin
of his waist. Rohan grunted and racked his nails over Josuke’s nape when the
other bit his tongue, resulting on Josuke biting a little too hard. Rohan
jolted a little at the unexpected pain and Josuke pulled away, breathing hard
against his lips. He put his forehead against Rohan’s, closing his eyes as
Rohan himself tried to even his breathing.
“Sorry...” Rohan really wanted to punch him in that moment.
“Don’t apolog-“
“What?! Until tomorrow?! God dammit! I can’t even see my feet in this darkness-
!” Rohan almost jumped out of his skin in sheer fright. A man passing by was
talking on his phone. Actually, he was shouting to his phone. What a noisy
asshole. The man kept walking away, apparently not having notice them. When he
was far enough he turned to look at Josuke, who looked back at him. Josuke
looked like a frightened cat, and Rohan assumed he looked alike, cause a moment
latter they were both laughing their ass off. When they managed to stop tearing
up, Josuke suggested they’d watched a movie, and so they entered the house.
Rohan didn’t feel like watching a movie, but maybe he could entertain himself
in other ways.
                                 ------O------
It turned out they couldn’t watch a movie because there wasn’t electricity.
That was what the loud man had been talking about, apparently. They made their
way upstairs blindly touching the walls, Josuke tripping a couple of times.
Luckily in the studio the moonlight gave them enough lighting to dodge the
furniture and get to Rohan’s room without any new bruises. As soon as he
entered the room he threw himself on the bed, the mattress slightly bouncing
with his weight. He tucked his arms under his head, heaving a long sigh. Rohan
was staring at him from the door, his arms crossed over his chest. He
remembered Rohan always used to look angry when he looked at him before, but
now his expressions weren’t so tense. He thought he could even make out a smile
on his lips from time to time. Rohan approached the bed and stared down at
Josuke, the moonlight accentuating his movements.
“Wanna cuddle?” Josuke stretched one arm out towards Rohan. The green haired
man stared at him for a moment after sitting on the edge of the bed and taking
off his shoes. Josuke hurried to do the same, taking his socks off too, and
lied down again. Rohan got close to Josuke, resting his head on his upper arm
and laying a hand over his chest. Josuke shifted, lying on his side to face
Rohan and hugging him closer. Rohan grunted against his chest and Josuke kissed
him on the forehead, removing his headband and running his fingers through his
hair. Rohan purred softly, sliding one arm around Josuke’s waist. The teen
smiled to himself. He had noticed in the latter days that Rohan liked it when
he played with his hair. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but his reactions were
enough to guess it. Josuke found it extremely cute, but Rohan would probably
smack him if he told him that. A while passed and Josuke was dozing off,
assuming Rohan was long gone when his voice came muffled from his chest.
“Are you staying?”
“Mmh?” He pulled away a little to look at Rohan, who was staring up at him with
heavy eyes.
“Are you going to stay here?” He repeated on a firmer voice, propping himself
up on one elbow.
“Can I?” He felt excitement rising on the pit of his stomach at the possible
implications of that. He really was a hormonal teenager.
“You can. I wouldn’t ask otherwise.” Rohan sat up, fixing a little his hair
which was pretty disheveled. “Do you want to stay?”
“I do.”
There was an awkward moment of silence. Josuke stared at Rohan’s back and felt
his heart speeding up. He was misinterpreting his words, right? He was just
being driven by his sex starved mind...probably. He had told Tomoko he was
going to Rohan’s house, so she probably wouldn’t worry much. Josuke noticed in
that moment that he had mentioned Rohan more than a couple times to his mom,
and also had admitted to her he liked someone around the same time. Knowing his
mom, she had probably put one and one together already. Damn.
He noticed Rohan removing his earrings and leaving them on his nightstand. He
was wearing one of his crop tops, the one full of holes. Josuke was sure not
many people were able to look good in such weird clothes, but Rohan looked like
he was born to wear them. He also noticed near Rohan’s neck some bruises that
denied to fade. He remembered that day very clearly. On his defense, he had
been so turned on he didn’t notice the damage until it was too late. Rohan had
smacked him, not very hard. He thought he deserved it. After all, Rohan has had
to wear a scarf every time he went out. And they were almost in summer.
“What are you staring at?” Rohan turned to look at him over his shoulder. Could
he feel when someone was looking at him? Josuke didn’t know.
“You still have some...marks.”
“And whose fault do you think that is?” Rohan rolled his eyes and flopped down
next to him. Josuke immediately embraced him, holding him tightly against his
chest. Rohan started pushing him, trying to escape. “I can’t breathe, you
oversized kid.”
“You’re too tiny.” He loosened his arms around Rohan a little.
“I’m pretty sure I’m nowhere near tiny, Josuke.” The teen laughed, pecking
Rohan on the nose.
Rohan squirmed and shifted until Josuke was on his back and he was halfway over
his chest. Josuke smiled up at him and for a fleeting second he saw a smile
curving Rohan’s lips. He felt his heart skipping a beat and then Rohan lips
were on his. He breathed hard through his nose, moving his hands to the small
of Rohan’s back as the other pressed insistently against him. Rohan nibbled at
his lips, licking over them and shoving his tongue inside Josuke’s agape mouth.
The teen tried to catch up, swirling his tongue around Rohan’s and sliding his
warm hands up his back. The mangaka let out a barely audible moan, breathing
hard and pressing his body harder against him. Josuke felt like he was going to
combust, his blood boiling in his veins. The lower part of his body was
tingling and he noticed he was already half-hard. Rohan shifted on top of him,
putting one of his thighs in between Josuke’s legs and pressing down. Josuke
grunted low in his throat, squeezing Rohan’s waist and digging his fingers
there.
This is getting out of hand.
Josuke pulled away, his breathing erratic. Rohan looked down at him, face
flushed and pupils dilated, his expression transforming into something he
couldn’t point out. He thought he had seen that expression before. He pushed
Rohan aside carefully, sitting up and going to stand up.
“Sorry, I’ll go wash my face. Be right back.” He tried to stand but something
pulled him back down.
                                 ------O------
Rohan could swear he heard something snap inside his head when Josuke gave him
yet another excuse. He knew in that moment that enough was enough. He grabbed
Josuke’s arm before he could even put a foot on the ground, pulling him hard
and throwing him on the bed. Josuke huffed from the impact and Rohan straddled
his hips and pushed him down with his hands on his chest. Josuke looked up at
him, expression one of pure surprise. Rohan thought he looked good like that.
“W-what-?” Josuke’s eyes widened in shock, his hands coming up to grab on
something but just finding air.
“How dense can you be? Really, I didn’t think you were this stupid.” Rohan
traced Josuke’s jawline with a single finger, pushing his chin up slightly.
Josuke visibly swallowed.
“What do you mean?” Oh my god, he would have to say it, wouldn’t he? He took a
deep breath and decided to swallow his pride.
“You want to have sex, right?” Josuke blushed but nodded nonetheless. “I do
too.”
“Wh-Really? I thought you-I mean, you-“ Rohan placed his whole palm over the
teen’s mouth, positively silencing him.
“Did you actually not notice?” Josuke denied with his head. Rohan sighed
heavily.
“I guess I was too busy trying to hide my hard on.” The teen laughed nervously.
“Sorry, but you didn’t do a very good job.” Josuke turned completely red,
sputtering and gesturing uselessly with his hands in the air between them.
Rohan enjoyed teasing Josuke a lot, but his patience was completely nonexistent
now. He leaned over Josuke, staring him down for just a moment, just enough for
him to catch the mood. He pecked his lips lightly one time, lowering on his
forearms and trapping Josuke’s head between them. He moved his lips slowly over
Josuke’s, sliding his body against the other’s as his movements turned more
insistent. Josuke sighed through his nose, finally placing his hands over
Rohan’s thighs, squeezing them slightly. They rubbed their tongues together,
exploring each other’s mouths impatiently. Josuke grunted against his mouth,
and Rohan realized he wanted to hear more. He experimentally lowered his hips
over Josuke’s pelvis, immediately feeling a rather big bulge tenting his jeans.
Rohan pressed down, undulating his hips and rubbing their clothed erections
together. Josuke threw his head back, gasping for air and biting his lower lip.
Rohan heard himself make a sound he didn’t know was capable of making, a
shudder shaking his whole body. He kept rocking his hips, always observing
Josuke’s expression; the teen kept his eyes shut and brow furrowed, his face
burning red.
Rohan sat up, accidentally pressing his ass down against Josuke’s trapped
erection. The teen’s hips thrust up, his hands grabbing strongly onto Rohan’s
waist. Rohan smirked; having control over Josuke was way too good. The mangaka
slid his hands under the teen’s shirt, exposing his defined stomach and part of
his ribs and then raking his nails down until his hipbones. Josuke shuddered,
opening his eyes to look at Rohan with lust-filled eyes.
“Take this off.” Rohan tugged at the fabric of the shirt, and Josuke quickly
sat up to oblige.
                                 ------O------
Josuke felt a little embarrassed for how eager he was, but he would worry about
that later. There were others more important matters to take care of at the
moment. Like the one between his legs, that was starting to become painful. The
pressure of the denim against his dick motivated him to move faster; now that
he knew Rohan wanted the same, he just wanted to get things going. So, as soon
as Rohan gave him the command he sat up and hurried to take off his shirt,
hearing a sound of fabric ripping before he threw it across the room. Once he
was done he tried to remove Rohan’s shirt too, instead finding himself being
pushed back on the bed.
“I can do it myself.” Josuke was confused for a second before he caught the
mischievous glint in his eyes as his mouth curved. Rohan reached oh so slowly
for the hem of his crop top and started lifting it up, never breaking eye
contact with Josuke. The teen found himself unable to look away, hypnotized by
the mangaka’s show. Rohan removed the fabric at a snail pace, gradually
exposing the skin covering his ribs and his chest. Josuke was so busy devouring
in every curve and line of the other’s body that he didn’t even notice when the
other started unbuckling his pants until he felt fingers brushing over his
bulge. He jolted a little, his hips bucking up on their own, and Rohan chuckled
lowly at his reaction. Fuck this bastard, but also fuck him.
Rohan started tugging his jeans down rather forcefully, the material getting
stuck on Josuke’s thighs. “Hey, wait! Let me do it, you’re just gonna rip
them.” Rohan glared at him, but complied anyway, working in undoing his own
pants. As Josuke lied down to squirm out of his jeans, Rohan stood from the
bed, letting his pants fall to the floor followed by his boxers. Josuke froze,
his face heating up impossibly quick. There he stood, in all his naked glory,
the moonlight giving his slim body a surreal aura. As Josuke remained
entranced, Rohan rummaged inside the drawer, retrieving something from it. A
teasing smile was thrown his way when Rohan caught him staring. Josuke couldn’t
find in himself to feel embarrassed anymore; his body ached with lust and
something more. Rohan threw the mysterious items on the bed next to Josuke and
climbed back on bed. Josuke grabbed them and couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“You’re quite eager, aren’t you?” He smiled naughtily at Rohan, showing him the
condoms and package of lube.
“You’re not?” He didn’t look ashamed at all admitting it. Josuke couldn’t
really argue with that.
“Come here already.” He pulled Rohan closer by his arm, their chests flush
against one another.
Josuke let the items drop on the bed to roam his hands all over Rohan’s body.
He couldn’t tell if Rohan’s skin was warming his hands up or if it was the
other way around, but every place they touched was left with a tingling
sensation. Rohan tangled a hand in his hair, which was already pretty messy,
pulling Josuke’s head back and exposing his neck. A wet and hot tongue slid
over the line of his throat, continuing along his jawline until it reached his
ear. Josuke grunted and shivered as Rohan licked the shell of his ear and
whispered hotly.
“Are you going to finger me, or what?”
Josuke felt his dick twitching at the mere thought. He grabbed the lube as
Rohan sat on his waist, trying to open the package with trembling fingers. He
wasn’t going to admit it, but in the last week or so he had done quite a little
bit of research on how this worked. When he managed to open the damn package he
squeezed most of the content on his fingers, saving the rest for later. When he
looked up at Rohan he was staring at him with defiance in his eyes, like he
wasn’t the one who was going to have something up his ass in a few minutes.
“Have you...ever done this before?” Josuke grabbed Rohan’s ass with his clean
hand, slightly spreading his cheeks apart.
“You mean fingering myself?” Josuke nodded slightly. “Yes.” Rohan looked away
for a second, and Josuke didn’t know if it was his imagination but he saw his
cheeks reddening. “Lately I have done it...frequently. So, you don’t need to be
so careful.” He met his eyes again, the aquamarine showing only determination.
“Okay, then.” He didn’t want to think about Rohan fingering himself while
thinking about him, he was about to explode in arousal as he was. So he brought
his other hand to Rohan’s backside, his fingers carefully teasing his hole.
Rohan shuddered slightly. “Anyway, tell me if it hurts.”
He circled his entrance a couple times with his middle finger, teasing it. His
eyes were glued to Rohan’s face to assess the other’s reaction. Slowly, he
inserted the finger in, moving it carefully until it was all the way in. Rohan
shivered a little, his face not changing much except from his lip being trapped
between his teeth. Josuke started thrusting his finger in and out, gradually
speeding the pace. Rohan had closed his eyes at some point, his brow furrowing
and his mouth agape.
“Put another.” Rohan’s voice came out commanding, despite the slight waver in
it. Josuke stilled his movements for a second, making sure Rohan wasn’t showing
any discomfort on his face before pulling his finger out to put two back in.
Rohan tensed a little but relaxed immediately, sighting shakily.
Josuke started scissoring his fingers and Rohan moaned rather loudly, startling
them both. The mangaka leaned his head back, facing the ceiling. Josuke
frowned. He was trying to hide his expression from him, wasn’t he? He thought
that if he couldn’t see his face he was going to hear his voice, at least. He
thrust his fingers hard and deep, moving them around to find Rohan’s prostate.
He wasn’t lying about the researching thing. He felt something with his fingers
and at the same moment Rohan jolted and he cried out loudly.
“Found it.” He sang, a smirk forming on his lips. Josuke could practically feel
Rohan’s wrath radiating from his body.
“Bastard.” Rohan’s voice was strained and breathless.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” He pushed his fingers against the same
spot, earning himself another breathy moan. Rohan’s voice was something
addictive.
Before Rohan could tell him to hurry he changed the two fingers for three. This
time Rohan was biting his hand, his face still directed towards the ceiling. He
stretched Rohan thoughtfully, dragging his fingers against his walls and
occasionally grazing them over his prostate, just for the pleasure of seeing
Rohan struggling to keep quite. He was so wrapped in Rohan’s reactions that he
had almost forgot his own erection until he felt a hand grasping it firmly.
Josuke let out a breathy “ah” at the sudden contact, his hips moving in sync
with the hand now stroking him. He looked up and found Rohan’s eyes fixated on
him.
“That’s enough.” Rohan’s breathing was already erratic, making his voice
uneven. His pupils were completely dilated, the aquamarine iris barely visible.
Josuke had never seen something so beautiful.
                                 ------O------
Rohan tugged at Josuke’s wrist, making him take his finger out from him. He
shivered a little at the lost, immediately craving something else. He lifted on
his knees, scouting back to remove Josuke’s boxers and drop them on the floor.
He had been stroking Josuke’s dick blindly to avoid showing his face to the
teen, so when he looked up he couldn’t stop his eyes from widening. He had felt
him, but seeing him spread out on the bed with his throbbing erection resting
over his abs was quite the view. Josuke looked at him, his face redder than
before and he seemed almost troubled.
“What’s the matter?” Rohan asked as he sat back over Josuke’s waist. Josuke’s
eyes always followed all his movements.
“Mmh? What do you mean?” The teen put his hand over Rohan’s thighs, softly
caressing them.
“You look troubled.” He mimicked Rohan and caressed over Josuke’s chest.
“I...I’m a little nervous.” He admitted, biting his lip as he smiled.
“You had your fingers up my ass literally a minute ago and you’re nervous now?
Come on.”
“You know it’s different.” He pouted. Josuke was really cute, wasn’t he?
“You really are a romantic.” Rohan laughed and Josuke blushed a little more,
the colour spreading to his neck and collarbones by now.
Rohan shifted and leaned forward to kiss Josuke softly on the lips. If it had
been another person he would have felt irritated, probably. But it was Josuke,
and Rohan felt a weird kind of affection for him, and also even if he didn’t
looked like it, he was younger. Then again, if it was another person he
probably wouldn’t be in that situation to start. It was all because of Josuke,
at the end.
Josuke relaxed in the kiss after a moment, running his hands over Rohan’s back.
Rohan pulled back and smiled at him, Josuke doing the same. He sat back up and
grabbed the condoms, ripping one of and opening it with his teeth because his
hands were too sweaty now. He grabbed Josuke’s erection and slid the condom on.
Josuke’s eyes were completely glued to the motion. Rohan positioned himself
over Josuke’s erection, keeping it in place with a hand behind him. Josuke
grabbed his hips to help him support his weight. They locked eyes for a moment
and Rohan started sinking down.
The first thing he noticed was that Josuke was fucking huge. Seriously, he was
just a teenager, what the fuck? The second thing was that the kid was strong;
his fingers were digging painfully in Rohan’s hips, even when it was evident in
his face that he was holding back. The third thing was that Rohan liked it.
He kept lowering himself slowly, the burning feeling disappearing almost as
soon as it started. Once his ass was completely flush against Josuke’s pelvis
he let out a deep breath. When he searched for Josuke’s face the teen had his
eyes squeezed shut; he looked like he was going to explode. Rohan reached a
hand out to him, cupping his cheek and caressing it with his thumb. Josuke
opened his eyes, relaxing his expression when he managed to focus his eyes on
Rohan.
“You ‘kay?” His voice sounded raspy, for holding it back so much, probably.
“Yeah, you?” He just wanted to move already.
“Better than okay.” Rohan rolled his eyes at him, quickly leaning down to peck
him on the lips and whisper that he was going to move.
Rohan lifted his hips slightly, experimentally, lowering them down in one go.
He gasped, a shudder already climbing up his back. He supported his arms behind
himself, over Josuke’s thighs. He rolled his hips and felt ecstasy running
through his veins when Josuke’s dick bumped his prostate. He kept a steady
rhythm for a while, feeling the pleasure pile up until he started to lose his
composure. Josuke’s hands caressed his hips, just following his movements, his
hips glued to the bed. He liked being in control, but he wanted to get a
stronger reaction from Josuke. He wanted to see him lost in sheer lust and
pleasure.
He surged forward, his hands on Josuke’s chest, and started bouncing over his
dick. The teen’s grip on his hips tightened, his hips thrusting up a single
time before he managed to control himself. Rohan kept bouncing, moaning every
time the angle was just right, and took hold of Josuke’s hands. He pinned them
on the bed, over Josuke head and leaned to whisper in his ear again.
“You’re feeling good?” His voice was even more breathless than he imagined, the
pleasure he felt turning every word he said in a moan. Josuke’s response was a
strangled moan. “Show me how good you feel.” Josuke grunted and his arms
twitched in Rohan’s hold. “Nuh-huh. Be a good boy and show me without using
your arms, yeah?”
Rohan didn’t know what had gotten to him, but Josuke didn’t seem opposed if the
needy whimper he gave was something to go for. Rohan started nibbling at
Josuke’s neck, the movements of his hips slowing down a little as he
concentrated on sucking marks on the teen’s sensitive skin. Josuke was grunting
and squirming until Rohan sucked on his earlobe and whispered “come on”.
The next thing Rohan knew was that Josuke thrust up so hard that his whole body
surged forward. Josuke kept a brutal pace, the sound of skin slapping skin so
loud it almost drowned their moans. With his prostate being restlessly abused
he let go of Josuke’s arms, tangling his hands on the teen’s hair and tugging
slightly. He felt Josuke’s hands spreading his cheeks and pushing and pulling
his hips in sync with his thrusts. Rohan rocked his hips in sync too, his dick
trapped between their bodies leaking precum all over Josuke’s abdomen. He
lifted his head from where it had been resting on the crook of Josuke’s neck to
look at his face. Josuke looked back at him, both breathing heavily and
erratically in the same air. They kissed messily, drool dripping from the edge
of their mouth as tongues rubbed against each other. He felt Josuke’s grip on
his hips tightening just as Josuke threw his head back, his face contorting in
pure pleasure.
“-Gonna cum-!” The words had barely left his mouth as he came. He cried out,
his whole body tensing up as he thrust hard three more times before slumping
back on bed.
Rohan observed the whole show with fascination in his lust-filled mind. He sat
back up and reached for his erection to finish himself off when Josuke’s batted
his hand away. He looked completely spent but his strokes were precise and
fast. Rohan groaned and felt his own orgasm approaching incredibly fast. Just
when he was about to warn Josuke, the teen thrust up, hitting his prostate
directly and ripping the orgasm right out of Rohan.
“Aah, Josuke-!” Rohan’s whole body shuddered violently, his ass clenching and
ripping a tired moan from Josuke. He fell forward, breathing hard and still
shivering with the intensity of his climax.
He felt Josuke trace random patterns on his back as both recovered. Rohan found
the gesture rather relaxing, and felt himself start to doze off. He woke up a
little when Josuke pulled out and laid him on the bed, planting a soft kiss to
his lips. He opened his eyes- when had he closed them?- and stared at Josuke,
his sweet and spent smile awakening something in his chest even in this state.
“That was amazing.” The teen pecked him on the lips one more time before laying
his head on the mangaka’s chest. Rohan hummed in what he hoped was an
affirmative way and ran his fingers through Josuke’s hair. It was already
completely messed up, better start untangling it.
They stayed like that for a while, until Josuke declared they had to clean up,
to which Rohan only grunted. Josuke ended up cleaning them both, and had to
physically drag Rohan to get him under the covers. They tangled their legs
together, Rohan nuzzling in Josuke chest and circling his waist with one arm as
Josuke embraced him loosely. Their breathing even out and they quietly drifted
to sleep.
Rohan couldn’t tell if he was sleeping, but he thought he heard Josuke saying
“I love you” and maybe he heard himself replying the same.
Chapter End Notes
     i reaaally hope u liked it, cause i haven't written any porn in a
     long time, so i'm kinda rusty
     thank u for following this, u have all been so kind to me <3
     and so, i wanted to tell u that i'm planning on accepting requests on
     my tumblr, but not right now, cause i have some stuff to do in uni
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     bye, for now ♡＼(￣▽￣)／♡
End Notes
     i got the title from an arctic monkeys' song; i couldn't stop
     thinking about this ship while listening to it
     i remember promising a while ago to never write a multi chapter fic
     again, but well, yeah...
     anyway, i'm already working on the second chapter, so it should be
     out soon ;)
     I'm quite impatient so i don't think this is going to be too long
     your kudos are always stored inside my heart (˶◕‿◕˶✿)
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