The fifth time, Jin leaves his water gun in car and is too lazy to go back to get it.
Instead, he kneels on the edge of the futon and runs his hand down Yamapi´s back. The man stirs and sighs contently.
So Jin does it again.
The reaction is the same, only Yamapi also turns his head and Jin can now see his face. He touches his cheeks because his fingertips have mind of their own and they have liked the last waking up attempt a lot. Yamapi turns around completely and leans into the touch.
Jin stares.
The younger man is still sleeping thought. By now, it is clear he is the sleeper. So Jin won´t get caught like this, right? He can get away with few simple touches. It´s just to find out how soft the skin is, purely for science purposes, to see how good exactly Yamapi´s bath soap is.
Besides, it seems Yamapi kind of enjoys this. He is nuzzling into the touch and mumbling something like encouragement to the person in his head. Jin wonders who is caressing Pi in his dream. He shakes his head to get rid of the slight lurch of his stomach. Pi´s breath is as even as when he has come in. His face loose, not one wrinkle disrupts the picture perfect like this.
Jin knows he is doomed when he finds himself leaning over his friend, his nose nuzzling Yamapi´s jaw. But it is all in the name of waking Pi up, and he will probably have no clue what did it when he really comes to himself. Yamapi has a really nice soap. His skin is really soft. It smells good too. Feels good, and Jin wonders how it would feel against his lips.
The first kiss is fleeting, somewhere around the crook of Yamapi´s neck. The next is a little longer, lips pressed next to the strap of Yamapi´s shirt. Pi stirs, and his hand comes up and into Jin´s hair. He really is an old pervert, Jin thinks. But the fingers, threading into the strands of his hair, are only encouraging. Even if it is only an illusion. The next kiss is a brush of Jin´s lips against Pi´s collarbone. Yamapi hums, but his hand is limp and heavy in Jin´s hair and his breathing is still slow and full of sleep.
It all gets only more dangerous from then on, as Jin´s lips move up Yamapi´s neck and behind his ear. Jin fits his body next to Yamapi, the younger man´s hip pressing against his leg and stomach. The hand falls limp and from Jin´s hair, but Yamapi squirms and hums, and Jin´s hands and lips and want are beyond his mind´s power. He is touching and kissing, nose nuzzling into Pi´s hair, lips tracing the neck and the hair line. Jin´s hand is daring, sneaking under Yamapi´s t-shirt, around his navel, across his abs. Pi shivers when Jin´s thumb brushes a spot right above Pi´s waistband.
Wake-up call part III
Instead, he kneels on the edge of the futon and runs his hand down Yamapi´s back. The man stirs and sighs contently.
So Jin does it again.
The reaction is the same, only Yamapi also turns his head and Jin can now see his face. He touches his cheeks because his fingertips have mind of their own and they have liked the last waking up attempt a lot. Yamapi turns around completely and leans into the touch.
Jin stares.
The younger man is still sleeping thought. By now, it is clear he is the sleeper. So Jin won´t get caught like this, right? He can get away with few simple touches. It´s just to find out how soft the skin is, purely for science purposes, to see how good exactly Yamapi´s bath soap is.
Besides, it seems Yamapi kind of enjoys this. He is nuzzling into the touch and mumbling something like encouragement to the person in his head. Jin wonders who is caressing Pi in his dream. He shakes his head to get rid of the slight lurch of his stomach. Pi´s breath is as even as when he has come in. His face loose, not one wrinkle disrupts the picture perfect like this.
Jin knows he is doomed when he finds himself leaning over his friend, his nose nuzzling Yamapi´s jaw. But it is all in the name of waking Pi up, and he will probably have no clue what did it when he really comes to himself. Yamapi has a really nice soap. His skin is really soft. It smells good too. Feels good, and Jin wonders how it would feel against his lips.
The first kiss is fleeting, somewhere around the crook of Yamapi´s neck. The next is a little longer, lips pressed next to the strap of Yamapi´s shirt. Pi stirs, and his hand comes up and into Jin´s hair. He really is an old pervert, Jin thinks. But the fingers, threading into the strands of his hair, are only encouraging. Even if it is only an illusion. The next kiss is a brush of Jin´s lips against Pi´s collarbone. Yamapi hums, but his hand is limp and heavy in Jin´s hair and his breathing is still slow and full of sleep.
It all gets only more dangerous from then on, as Jin´s lips move up Yamapi´s neck and behind his ear. Jin fits his body next to Yamapi, the younger man´s hip pressing against his leg and stomach. The hand falls limp and from Jin´s hair, but Yamapi squirms and hums, and Jin´s hands and lips and want are beyond his mind´s power. He is touching and kissing, nose nuzzling into Pi´s hair, lips tracing the neck and the hair line. Jin´s hand is daring, sneaking under Yamapi´s t-shirt, around his navel, across his abs. Pi shivers when Jin´s thumb brushes a spot right above Pi´s waistband.