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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      SixTONES_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Kyomoto_Taiga/Jesse_Lewis
  Character:
      Kyomoto_Taiga, Jesse_Lewis
  Additional Tags:
      Canon_Universe, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-04 Words: 2809
****** roar ******
by thunderylee
Summary
     Taiga has a crush.
Notes
     reposted from agck. written for shiritori and donation.
“Just do him,” Yasui says, slurping on his smoothie while Taiga nearly chokes
on his.
“It’s not that simple!” Taiga sputters out, frowning at how easily the older
junior is waving off his concern. “Maybe it’s okay for you to do those things
with your friends, but I’m not you!”
Yasui sighs and stands up, pacing the room like he’s about to bestow supreme
wisdom upon his kouhai who is not really his kouhai. “You teenagers always make
everything so complicated. It’s just sex.”
“It has nothing to do with my age,” Taiga mutters, narrowing his eyes as he
looks up at Yasui for one of the few times in recent years. “I’m almost twenty
anyway.”
“And he’s seventeen,” Yasui points out, wiggling his eyes. “You know that’s
illegal now, right? You missed your window of opportunity when you were both
underage.”
“Don’t remind me!” Taiga exclaims, folding his arms and huffing at the
situation. “There’s not that much longer, you know. Maybe by June I will man up
enough to confess.”
“Or you could just do it now and get to him before everyone else does,” Yasui
says pointedly. “He hasn’t just caught your attention over the past year, you
know. I doubt Hokuto gives a shit about the law at all when they have their
monthly pairing shoots.”
Taiga growls at that, even though he knows Yasui’s full of it. “You’re wrong.
Hokuto likes girls enough to make up for everyone in Johnny’s who doesn’t.”
“You look like a lion ready to pounce on a gazelle,” Yasui tells him, looking a
little impressed. “Take these feelings and go to him. Now.”
It’s adrenaline that has Taiga jumping to his feet and striding out of the
room, except that it’s more about getting away from Yasui than pouncing anyone.
Anyway, if it’s a choice between a lion and a gazelle, Taiga most definitely
wouldn’t be the one roaring. He’s the last person in the world to instigate
anything; in fact, the only reason Yasui even knows about this crush is because
he caught Taiga gazing longingly from the sidelines during yet another Kinki
Kids solo.
“Your hair is so long,” that voice floats past his ears, and Taiga stops short
to gather himself before turning around to face its speaker. “It makes you look
more adult somehow.”
“You’re probably the only one who doesn’t think I look like a little girl,”
Taiga mutters, catching sight of his dark mop in a mirror. It was pulled back
into a ponytail for practice, but most of it still falls loose on the sides.
“Maybe when I have my dad’s face I can pull it off better.”
“I like it on your face,” the boy behind him continues, and Taiga’s eyes
flicker toward the taller form moving toward him in their reflection. “Can I
touch it?”
“I—yes,” Taiga stammers, trying to remain calm as fingers sift through his wavy
locks. It’s so soft that Taiga barely feels it, except that he feels it all
over his body.
He doesn’t realize he’s closed his eyes and leaned into the touch until he
hears the gentle laugh behind him. “Feel good?”
Taiga manages a little sound of affirmation, embarrassed only until his
ponytail is unrestrained and there are now two sets of fingers sinking into his
hair. It takes all of his willpower not to just slump back against the other
boy, giving in completely to those hands and everywhere they want to touch him,
never mind that rehearsal has barely started and there are still many hours
before this could escalate anywhere.
“I could do this all day,” a low rumble breaks into his thoughts.
“Stay over tonight and you can do it all you want,” Taiga says without
thinking. The next second has his eyes popping open, seeing his own devastated
expression in the mirror that would be comical under other circumstances, but
it’s paired with dark eyes and full lips that are sucked briefly into the mouth
that haunts Taiga’s dreams.
“I’ll hold you to that,” Jesse tells him, and Taiga still feels those fingers
in his hair throughout their entire rehearsal.
Texting his dad is almost as awkward as waiting for Jesse while everyone else
packs up and leaves, even though his old man is just a smidgen below Yasui when
it comes to inappropriate encouragement. At least Taiga doesn’t have to worry
about stopping anywhere on his way home since his bedside drawer is already
stocked with necessities, which Kyoumoto-papa reminds him about in response to
his message pleading his father to take his mother out tonight. For the entire
night.
It’s not the first time Jesse has been over to his house—it was the main
congregation area when the six of them hung out during Bakaleya since Taiga
doesn’t have any siblings and his parents usually weren’t home—but it’s
definitely the first time they’ve been here alone. The atmosphere is already
tense and thick with anticipation the minute they walk through the door, Taiga
immediately busying himself with taking their coats and making tea to mask his
sudden onset nervousness.
“Taiga,” Jesse interrupts the thoughts that are speeding through Taiga’s mind,
bringing them right to a halt as he lingers in the doorway of the Kyoumoto’s
kitchen like it had been built just to frame him. “Come here.”
As if his body had been programmed to heed every direction spoken in that
voice, Taiga leaves the tea to heat up and crosses the cold tile to where Jesse
stands, waiting for him. Every time he looks right at the other boy like this,
the distance between their heights is different, both of them still growing at
their own paces, but right now Taiga doesn’t feel like he’s the inferior one.
Physically he’s smaller, but mentally he’s older and something in Jesse’s eyes
has his spine straightening up even more, veins searing with an unfamiliar
surge of power.
Those fingers return to his hair but don’t quench his urges at all; if
anything, they’re heightened with each gentle scrape of Jesse’s nails along his
scalp, fingertips brushing over his hairline as Taiga’s head tilts in whatever
direction Jesse pets him.
“Please take care of me,” Jesse whispers, his breath hitting Taiga’s cheek, and
Taiga hadn’t thought their faces were that close until Jesse’s lips dust a
small kiss on his jaw, making him almost lose his balance.
Taiga doesn’t remember being the one to start it, but those are definitely his
hands on Jesse’s face and his mouth moving against Jesse’s, leading their kiss.
Jesse follows like it had been choreographed, keeping up with Taiga’s erratic
rhythm that is purely driven by hormones and responding with what feels like
all of himself and then some. It’s just a kiss, but it leaves Taiga tingling
all over more strongly than Jesse’s fingers in his hair, which tighten as Taiga
licks his way into Jesse’s mouth and everything gets so much more intense.
The tea kettle whistles then and they jump apart, both clutching their chests
like they’d had the shit scared out of them, though the surprise is hardly
responsible for the way they’re both panting for air. It’s Taiga who laughs
first, followed by Jesse, and the tension quickly fades into desire as Taiga
turns off the stove and pours two cups of tea.
“Not to be rude,” Jesse says, “but tea isn’t what I want right now.”
“Formality,” Taiga replies, feeling like his heart will beat out of his chest.
“It won’t be good later.”
Jesse is glaring at him when he turns to present the tea tray, but it’s
actually cute and Taiga wonders how far he can push Jesse before he’s the one
being pounced. They sit in the living room, side-by-side on the couch where
Taiga watches TV every morning, and Taiga wonders if Jesse feels as much
attraction as he does, like they’re opposite ends of a magnet whose only focus
is coming together.
“I want you,” Taiga says calmly over his teacup, the words burning his insides
along with the hot liquid. “Really, really badly.”
“Me too,” Jesse replies, and Taiga turns to see his face pink. “I didn’t
believe Yasui when he said you felt the same way, but then I saw how you look
at me…I really like it.”
“Yasui needs to keep his stupid mouth shut,” Taiga grumbles.
“I’m grateful to him, because I would have never approached you on my own,”
Jesse says. “I’m not that brave.”
“Me neither, but…” Taiga trails off, wondering how much he should give away.
“Somehow you make me feel invincible.”
Jesse hides a grin, which makes him look even cuter as he takes a long swig of
tea and places it gently on a coaster. “I like you even more like this. I
didn’t think you could be nearly as dominant as I imagined, but if that kiss
was any indication…”
He seems to realize what he just said and turns even pinker, but Taiga just
puts his cup on the coaster next to Jesse’s and turns to face him. “I never
thought I could be dominant at all, but all I want to do right now is lay you
down onto my bed and have my way with you.”
“Please,” Jesse replies, eyes dilating as he inhales sharply. “If it’s my
consent you want, you’ve got it. Even if it doesn’t mean anything for a few
more months…I’m certainly not going to report you.”
Taiga stifles a laugh as he places his hands on his knees, gathering courage he
didn’t know he had to stand up and reach for Jesse’s hand. “Come with me?”
There’s a brief second of hesitation where Taiga is paranoid that Jesse’s going
to change his mind, maybe declare that this was all a joke or something equally
as cruel that will leave Taiga unable to show his face at work for a week, but
then a hand slips into his and Jesse stands up, allowing Taiga to lead him down
the hall and into a bedroom where Taiga had thankfully picked up a bit before
leaving this morning.
His father may have promised to stay out all night, but Taiga wasn’t taking any
chances and closes the door firmly behind them, locking it for good measure.
Then he turns to find Jesse taking a seat on his bed, looking just as awkward
as Taiga feels, and somehow that’s more comforting than anything. A smile
stretches Taiga’s face as he sits down next to him, pulling them both back
toward his pillows and Jesse inadvertently into his arms.
It should feel weird holding someone who’s bigger than him but Jesse settles
right in, curling up to Taiga’s side and slinging an arm across his chest like
they’ve lain like this for years. It’s incredibly relaxing, his arousal soaring
at the first brush of Jesse’s fingers along his side, over his shirt.
“I can feel it, you know,” Jesse whispers into his neck, and Taiga looks down
at Jesse’s knee that is nowhere near his crotch before the other boy laughs.
“Not that. This.”
He strokes Taiga’s ribs again and this time Taiga visibly squirms. “It
tickles.”
“Not that either.” Jesse leans up on his elbow and this time Taiga feels the
jolt that his body automatically suppresses. “I can feel how much you want to
jump me, so why don’t you?”
“I don’t know,” Taiga answers honestly, his hand sliding up Jesse’s arm to his
jaw. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Jesse doesn’t manage to stop his laugh in time, earning a glare from Taiga.
“I’m bigger than you, remember? I won’t let you hurt me. Don’t worry about
that, okay? Here, let me help you.”
A gasp of surprise escapes Taiga’s lungs when Jesse grabs his arm and tugs on
it, swiftly switching their positions. Taiga’s already settled on top of Jesse
before his mind catches up with him, looking down at Jesse’s smug face that
begs for everything Taiga wants to do to him. All it takes is Jesse’s legs
falling open for Taiga to give in, shutting his mind off completely as he leans
down to capture Jesse’s lips, taking full charge of the kiss from the very
first second.
Jesse lets him, those long arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him
closer, so close that Taiga feels him from head to toe, warm and firm and
perfect. It feels like he can’t get close enough, even when he shoves at their
clothes until they’re skin to skin, his hands trying to touch everywhere at
once and leaving him overwhelmed to the point of his mind spinning.
It feels like he’s going too fast and doing too much, but Jesse just keeps
moaning and arching beneath him so beautifully that Taiga couldn’t stop even if
his parents walked in right now. Not only is he more worked up than he’s ever
been with another person, it’s exhilarating to lose control like this, to feel
so raw and unadulterated like an animal in the wild, only he’s feeding off of
Jesse’s enjoyment as well as his own.
“Taiga,” Jesse breathes, and Taiga’s nerves singe even more. “Taiga, I want
you.”
“I want you too,” Taiga replies, not recognizing his own voice as he reaches
over to the nightstand for necessities. He supposes he should thank his father
for preparing him for any kind of sexual experience, but that’s something to
worry about later when he’s not popping open a tube of lubrication to use on
his seventeen-year-old male friend.
Jesse lifts his legs invitingly, and Taiga tries to push away his irrational
disapproval of Jesse having obviously done this before in favor of the fact
that he’s now doing it with Taiga. The possession quickly channels into arousal
and all of Taiga’s apprehension disappears as he returns to Jesse’s mouth,
kissing him hard as his hand slips down between those long legs that wrap
around his waist.
“It’s okay,” Jesse hisses against his lips, digging his nails into Taiga’s
shoulder blades as his smooth, rich voice encourages Taiga to press a finger
inside him. “That’s good, Taiga, keep going. Make me feel more.”
Each word has Taiga less inhibited, focused wholly on getting Jesse ready for
what they both want to do. Jesse talks him through it, telling him how good it
feels and where to apply pressure, and before he knows it he’s three fingers
deep and Jesse’s pushing back in time, tightening even more.
“Now,” Jesse says, and Taiga doesn’t waste any time rolling on the condom and
lathering on more lube. He kneels between Jesse’s widespread legs and pauses
for a second to look down at the younger boy, with his flushed cheeks and
hooded eyes, lips plump from kissing, all because of Taiga. All for Taiga.
“I really like you,” Taiga tells him, because it feels right, and Jesse grins
until Taiga starts to push in and Jesse throws his head back with a moan. It’s
not Taiga’s first time with either gender, but it kind of feels like it with
how much his coherence dwindles from the very first thrust. Jesse just feels so
good inside, massaging Taiga’s cock at every angle, combined with a rush of
emotions Taiga can’t even begin to understand, except that it makes him feel
even closer to Jesse.
Taiga fucks him slowly, reveling in the way Jesse clings onto him, moaning
softly into his ear each time Taiga hits a good spot, body rolling up to take
him in deeper. Taiga feels it at the end of every nerve, panting for air
because he keeps forgetting to breathe, fully immersed in Jesse and whatever
this is they’re creating together.
Suddenly everything gets so much tighter and Taiga notices an arm shoved
between them, Jesse’s noises getting louder and the body beneath his jerking
more erratically with each clench around him. Taiga can’t hold back his own
sounds, high-pitched mewls that would be embarrassing if it were anyone else,
but Jesse seems to be fueled by them and pulls himself off even faster,
whimpers of Taiga’s name falling unabashedly from his lips.
“Gonna come,” Jesse gasps out, and Taiga just nods as Jesse arches beautifully
beneath him, his body clamping down so tightly around Taiga that it sends him
crashing over the edge without warning, orgasm taking over his body for several
seconds that seem to last forever.
Through the haze of what little consciousness he has, Taiga notices Jesse lower
his legs and quickly reaches down to rub Jesse’s undoubtedly sore thighs. He
earns a pleased noise in response, followed by shaky fingers that stroke his
hair that has become damp from their efforts.
Taiga purrs from the gentle touch, but in his mind it’s a roar.
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