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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi_Pedal
  Relationship:
      Shinkai_Hayato/Shinkai_Yuuto
  Character:
      Shinkai_Hayato, Shinkai_Yuuto
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Frot, Masturbation
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-11-20 Words: 2439
****** let me sleep by your side ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Shinkai Hayato was, in Yuuto’s eyes, the most beautiful person in the
     entire world.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
When Hayato returned back to Hadano, the first breakfast he would have would be
together with his parrot. He would wake up at ten, take her out of his cage and
let her sit on his shoulder while he made tamagoyaki. She was a brilliant green
parrot with a yellow head and when Hayato returned, she would talk more than
usual, burbling words and walking from one shoulder to the other as if
conversing with the hissing of the pan and the sounds of his activity. When she
wanted his attention she would call out ‘Ohayato’ over and over until he
reached out and tickled her chin, causing her to squawk happily.
Yuuto would come in to find them sitting together at the table, his brother
would occasionally stroke her and feed her grapes after he had his meal. When
he started to read the newspaper, Yuuto would always get himself a bowl of rice
and sit with them and his brother would push the dishes towards him – he always
made food for more than one person. They didn’t talk much but Yuuto loved the
mornings when they had breakfast together.
He paid more attention to Hayato during this time; sneaking glances at him when
he had his attention elsewhere. In the mornings, the sun would frame his hair
in a soft light and his expression seemed gentler, calmer, eyes flitting from
line to line as he read. He had a bigger build than Yuuto, filled out and
muscular. When he reached out for his mug to sip his coffee, Yuuto noticed that
he was drinking out of a cup that he got for him months ago: a pink mug dotted
with rabbits and strawberries. It had been a gag gift for Hayato’s birthday,
joking about how he hoped that Hayato would not want it and that he could have
it instead. But he kept using it and Yuuto didn’t mind at all.
Eventually Hayato looked up at him and asked, “How is the tamago?”
“Sweet.” He picked up another piece and stuffed it into his mouth, “Mum would
scold you.”
He laughed and put his finger to his lips, he had such a warm and welcoming
smile.
Shinkai Hayato was, in Yuuto’s eyes, the most beautiful person in the entire
world.
                                      ***
When they were children, his brother would always be there for him, patiently
waiting or helping him out along the way. Hayato had a lot of patience when it
came to people; he had a big heart and always believed in the good in them no
matter how surly they may seem. He was the person who first taught Yuuto to
ride a bike and Yuuto still remembered it clearly: shakily pedalling his bike
all the way to his brother who was waiting at the other end with open arms to
catch him. When they were older and Hyato waited for him to finish a lap he
would still do that; stretch his arms out and wait for him at the finish line,
and sometimes he would take off one hand from his bike and reach out to him.
The first week of Hayato’s return was calm, and spent mostly with his family.
Between juggling preparations for university and talking to all his family
again, he somehow managed to still spare some time to hang out with Yuuto.
Everyone wanted to talk to Hayato, congratulating him on his racing successes
as well as prying into his plans for the future. Hayato took it all in his
stride, calmly replying or laughing with them before excusing himself so that
he could sneak off with Yuuto to get food, just like before. No matter how
quiet they were or how easily they were able to resume their normal life
together, he missed Hayato.
However he wasn’t the only person that Hayato spent time with. Now that he and
Fukotumi had returned to Hadano, they spend their days wandering around all
their favourite haunts together and meeting up with old friends, leaving Yuuto
feeling left out and envious of him. There were times when he would get jealous
listening to his brother talk about his friends, knowing that these people were
able to spend more time with him than he could during the past three years and
that Fukutomi would always be there for his brother when he couldn’t.
One day, Yuuto returned home from school to find that Hayato was not in the
house. He frowned; a little disappointed he couldn’t talk to Hayato about his
last day in middle school. He dropped his bag in his room and checked his
bedroom, in case he was still sleeping in.
His brother’s room was much neater than his own; where he left clothes and
snack packets around, you could actually see Hayato’s floor. Everything was
kept simple and clean, with drawers for everything he owned, the windows were
left open to invite fresh air into the room again. There was a huge corkboard
by his bed where he kept his notes and photos of his family and friends; just
above his pillow was one of him and Yuuto one Christmas when they were kids –
his brother small enough to carry on his shoulders while they grinned at the
camera. He threw himself onto his brother’s bed and rolled over so he stared up
at the photo, he liked staying in his room, and not just because it was clean
he thought as he buried his face in the pillow. He liked that he had a place
that could remind him of Hayato when he was gone.
The pillow smelled like him again, it had been a while since it felt used.
Yuuto sighed and nuzzled his face against it, closing his eyes as he inhaled
deeply. Slowly and quietly, he moved one hand down the front of his pants. His
breath hitched slightly but he pushed his face deeper into the pillow, slowly
stroking himself. In his mind he was thinking of Hayato, his smile and the
times when he would ruffle his head, his hand firm and heavy and comforting. He
thought of kissing those fingers, sucking on them as he put his own in his
mouth. He thought of the strength in his arms pulling his shirt up, tracing
over his muscles and dragging his hand up the warmth of his own thighs.
Breathing in his scent deeply, he rubbed his thumb over the slit of his tip as
he thought of his brother on top of him, hair falling over his face and eyes
full of love just for him.
He loved Hayato, he thought as his breathing became more ragged and he engulfed
himself in his scent. He loved him; he has always loved him –
“Y-Yuuto?”
He froze at the sound of his brother’s voice and his heart dropped. He quickly
pushed himself up, his eyes widening in fear as he saw Hayato standing at the
door and staring at him.
In that one moment, everything seemed to happen all at once. As soon as Yuuto
started to move, Hayato snapped out of his shock and finally reacted to the
scene.
“Ah sorry!” He stammered as he pulled the door closed slightly. Yuuto fumbled
to pull his pants back on. Fuck.He thought,Fuck, Fuck, FUCK. He quickly
scrambled off the bed and shoved the door open, running out before Hayato could
stop him. He couldn’t look back; he didn’t want to see the expression on his
face.
                                      ***
That night, their parents were going out to meet friends and Yuuto didn’t come
down to see them off as he usually did. He stayed huddled under his bed sheets
instead, feigning sickness when his mother came in to check. Outside, he could
hear Hayato talking to his mother, reassuring him that he would take care of
him. Yuuto didn’t want that; he couldn’t bear going outside and facing his
brother after what happened that afternoon.
He felt disgusted with himself, ashamed that Hayato caught him with his shirt
pushed up while he jacked himself off in his bed. He wondered what did he
think, whether he felt repulsed by him. The more he thought of it the sicker he
felt with himself, he groaned and pulled the blankets tightly over his head.
Although he didn’t want to see Hayato, it seemed that Hayato was still
interested in seeing him afterwards. Not long after their parents left, he
heard a knock on the door before it was pushed open. Hayato poked his head
through the opening and looked at him, emerging with a tray of food.
“Yuuto? Do you want some dinner? I made pumpkin.”
Yuuto didn’t answer; Hayato walked in and placed it on his study table, “I even
bought you shortcake while I was out with Juichi.”
In all honesty, Yuuto wasn’t in the mood for any food but it seems that Hayato
didn’t intend to leave without seeing the food eaten. His bed creaked as the
older boy sat down, his voice was soft and pleading.
“Yuuto please, have something to eat.”
He was silent for a moment before pulling his heads out from under the covers,
triggering a smile of relief from Hayato. He still seemed so eager to see
Yuuto, it made his stomach twist a little.
“Hayato, Um –” He hesitated and changed his mind about what he wanted to say,
“I didn’t finish the episode last night. I, uh, fell asleep before the ending.”
His brother relaxed and smiled more widely, “Alright then. I’ll get my laptop.”
Half an hour later, their bowls were empty and they were both huddled on
Yuuto’s bed, sharing the shortcake while they watched the latest episode of
Galileo. He couldn’t concentrate on the show however; he kept glancing at his
brother occasionally, waiting for something to be said.
“Hayato, about this afternoon-”
“Don’t worry about it, Yuuto.” He looked back at him, “I won’t tell our
parents.”
“Thanks.” It wasn’t what he wanted to ask, “Sorry about that.”
Hayato shrugged, “Treat me next time.”
“Alright.”
The conversation seemed to be over before he realised it, neither of them said
anything else about it and Yuuto couldn’t tell whether there was a tense
atmosphere between them or if he was just imagining it.
Hayato continued to watch the show, but after a while he spoke again.
“Were you thinking about someone then?”
Yuuto didn’t answer.
“Was it me?”
His cheeks immediately flushed, he didn’t look at Hayato.
As a gesture of comfort, Hayato reached out and put his hand on his hair.
Finally Yuuto asked, “Is it gross?”
He didn’t say anything at first; he was hesitant about his answer before saying
“I’m not surprised by it.” Yuuto buried his face against his neck and Hayato
continued to stroke his hair reassuringly, “I…I don’t mind.”
“You don’t?” Yuuto looked up at him, surprised by his answer. He never saw that
expression on his brother’s face before; quiet and serious, troubled and with a
bit of colour in his cheeks, his mouth pressed in a firm line as he stared back
at Yuuto. He felt warm and became aware of how close they were to each other.
The silence hung thick in the air as they looked at each other, there was no
tension but they held their breaths as they both understood the depth of their
feelings towards each other.
Hayato’s face moved closer and Yuuto’s breath hitched as their lips met. This
was it, he thought as their lips pressed together in a clumsy kiss, his heart
raced with the realisation that his fantasy was real.
They kept kissing until Hayato pulled Yuuto on top of his body, letting Yuuto
drape his arms around his neck before they continued. Their hands wandered over
each other, exploring each other in a way they haven’t been able to before. His
hands were so warm on Yuuto’s body, they gripped onto him tightly and his dull
nails trailed up his sides, dragging the hem of his shirt up his torso.
Hayato’s hair smelled so good, he thought as he tangled his fingers through it.
When he was a child he was always envious of how striking his brother looked
but now he didn’t mind it, claiming each part of him as his as he touched and
held his face, kissing his brother greedily and relishing the deep, throaty
moan into his mouth. Hayato pulled away and looked at him, both their faces
flushed with heat while they gazed into each other’s eyes.
“Did you manage to get yourself off this afternoon?” He asked,
Yuuto shook his head, the look on Hayato’s face was apologetic but a small shy
smile still formed on his face. Yuuto could feel him hold onto his face and
slowly pulled him closer onto his lap, his eyes lit up as he felt his length
harden under him. Without breaking eye contact with him, Yuuto started to grind
in rhythm with his movements while he leaned in for another kiss.
“Yuuto…”
Hayato gripped his sides tightly before he moved his hand down to the front of
his pants. Yuuto watched Hayato as he pulled down the front of his shorts
before reaching out into his own and pulling out his own length. He sucked in
his breath, amazed by his size, and grinded their crotches together again.
Yuuto wrapped his legs around his waist, panting into each other’s mouths as
they rutted together. When Hayato started stroking their lengths together Yuuto
cupped his face and kissed him deeply on the lips, I love you, he thought,
kissing him over and over again as he murmured his silent love confessions.
He didn’t stop holding him even after they came together, Hayato had to gently
pry his arms off him so he could move but he kissed each of his wrists as he
did. Yuuto watched him as his brother cleaned them both up, caring and tender
as usual, he felt dazed and the room felt still and warm, chatting calmly and
aimlessly while his brother took care of them both.
“Remember when I used to read those shoujo manga, Hayato?”
A tired laugh, “Don’t you still read those?”
“Yeah. I used to imagine you as the prince y’know.”
“Oh?” Without waiting for a reply, he kissed him on the knee, “That makes you
the princess then.”
Yuuto smiled and closed his eyes as his brother kissed him on the top of his
head, opening them to find him staring back, “Don’t go.” He whispered.
“I won’t, princess.” He leaned his forehead against him, “I won’t.”
 
End Notes
     Okay I've started loving this ship after talking about it with my
     friend and after I heard the trivia (I dunno how true they are but
     I'm pretending they are) I've been so in love with brocon Yuuto
     LOL... This ship is kind of unhealthy though and I hope people are
     aware of that as I write but um still like them anyways??? Sorry but
     I think they're really cute *sweating*
     Also I want to say thank you to nessi for proofreading ^^ She's the
     best
     (Title from Utada Hikaru's Beautiful World)
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