White Rabbit + Yamassu
Aug. 5th, 2007 09:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Title: White Rabbit
Pairing: YamaPi x Massu = YAMASSU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Drug use, Mathematics
Summary: YamaPi finds himself in a sticky situation when he’s presented with temptation incarnate. Like every really good temptation, he knows he shouldn’t- but Massu makes it just so easy.
He’s not sure why so many people are afraid of mathematics, some sort of instinctual fear of numbers maybe? Or maybe it is that they (the general population) really are just to stupid to understand the beauty in the theorems and algorithms. Whatever the reason was it made it hard for YamaPi to talk to people. A normal person just never seemed to connect with him, if he ever started talking about his passion they would get that glazed, stupid look of the willfully math-illiterate.
It was frustrating to say the least.
YamaPi was a man of simple needs, a steady supply of caffeine for nights spent marking exams, or working on his emergence theory work. Most of all YamaPi liked orgasms. Who doesn’t? Sex feels good. He adores the sensation of the wet slip-side of a mouth moving down his dick, of a slick pussy or a heated cock it really doesn’t matter that much. It feels like heaven buzzing along his skin, wicked and set deep in his bones the rest is just a means to an end.
He needs it like he needs to breath. Being an attractive young male with a quick smile and a quicker tongue (where it counts) he’s never at a loss for willing bed partners. It’s never really bugged him they he rarely has a name to match to the face (or whatever part of the body caught his attention), because they wouldn’t get him anyways. The only people alive who understand him are the old withered men and women of the mathematic department. Well, them and Massu, one of the other T.A.s that he works with, whom is neither old nor wrinkled but not into his whole scene.
So that’s why he’s here, among the haters of math everywhere, high school dropouts and drama geeks, emo kids and wanna-be punk stars. Willing bodies pressed up tight to his, and it feels like a threesome but better; people pressed to his left and to his right. There is this cute girl; with her bouncy ponytails and jeans so low they are almost slipping down bony angular hips, pressed against his back. The kid in his arms, and there was no way he was nineteen; seventeen at most, writhed and pressed against him in all the right places moving like a fucking pole dancer.
Lost in bliss for the time being, rolling his hips back against the twink’s with intent, feeling the other let out a breathy little moan against his ear. Fuck, that’s what he’s talking about.
‘I like the way you clap your hands
I like the way you love to dance
I like the way you put your hands up in the air
I like the way you shake your hair
I like the way you like to touch
I like the way you stare so much
But most of all
I like the way you move’
The kid offered him one of the tiny tablets with a naughty twist of his candy pink lips- YamaPi shook his head. Drugs weren’t on his vice-list for the night. But that adorable kid was right on the top of the menu, PVC pants and skin tight top just begging to be peeled back enough for a quickie in the bathroom. A wonderland of body heat and the almost painfully bright strobe lights and YamaPi was ready to meet the queen of hearts. This delectable white rabbit was going to lead him right there too.
“Want a drink?” YamaPi pressed his lips to the side of his delicate neck, flicking his tongue to lick at the sweat gathered there.
“Yeah.” He breathed out, a deep voice most unsuited to his delicate appearance.
He fit in YamaPi’s arms nicely, all sharp angles and stark bones. But he had these eyes, almond shaped and black as night, eyes that held no promise. This kid wanted nothing from him but what his body could give, and he wanted nothing from those eyes- it was the perfect kind of one-night contract.
“So what do you want?” The kid turned to him, coy smile tugging at him lips. He leaned forward to speak when suddenly he caught sight of something behind them and stopped breath coming out in a woosh hot against YamaPi’s cheek.
“Reon.”
“What are you doing here?” The kid (presumably Reon) took a step back and YamaPi figured now would be a really good time to leave. Pity, he would have loved to take the kid for a ride. Instead he took a step to the left, removing himself from the situation before he can really be in it. If you want to solve a sticky problem, it’s best to work with as few variables as possible. With the step, the two on either side of the equation cancel each other out –it’s painfully basic algebra. The kind they should be teaching in elementary school.
YamaPi just doesn’t get it when people proclaim loudly they just can’t do math. Math is like breathing, his chest expands so many times per minute; the rate increases when he’s stressed and decreases when he’s sleeping. He could put together a simple regression for the correlative between stress and breath rate or sleep- still without using math that isn’t offered in high school. Life is math, and math is YamaPi’s life.
That back there was bad addition, the kind that got other children in his class slapped on the hand with a ruler. It was like adding oil and water, YamaPi didn’t do emotional entanglement. The greatest affair of his life was with the number pi, which could boast a longer commitment then any of his relationships.
He’s making his way back to the dance floor to look for another victim (or maybe another dance) when someone collides solidly into his back, knocking him into a girl on one of the tall stools lined around the bar. She falls against the lap of the guy she was talking too and YamaPi ends kneeling on the ground. It’s sticky with spilled drinks- gross on infinity levels.
He’s knees are sticky from the floor (usually not such a bad thing under better conditions) and he brushes at his pants with distaste. The couple from the bar moved away, as if scared of more flailing from him. Turning around, he comes face to face with probably the last person he expected to see.
“YamaPi?” They are so close; YamaPi can almost taste the words. Pupils blown so wide they completely swallow his iris with inky blackness. He’s flying high as a kite; someone must have drugged him, because Mr. Organic-eggs-with-my-organic-bacon wouldn’t knowingly ingest drugs. His mind races ahead of itself, then back, tangles in the confusion and stutters to a stop.
“Massu.” He answered simply.
“Hey baby, come back here.” Massu spins slowly to look at the guy, and his face splits into that dazzling grin. “You ran off.”
“I found YamaPi.” Massu giggles, YamaPi looks from the top of Massu’s head to the other man. His smile turns tense, and of course he was right, Massu would never do anything to mess with his body intentionally. But he may be gullible enough to take a shady drink from a shady man.
And YamaPi can’t leave him.
“Come with me Massu.” Grabbing the other’s hand, he glares at the other guy over fluffy brown hair. You’d have to be really fucking desperate to do that to someone. Anger coils in his stomach, hot and heavy and he tugs Massu along behind him faster, the other all but tripping over his feet to keep up.
- - - -
“Hello.” YamaPi looked up from his desk where he was reading over the curriculum that would be covered this semester. Eyes flicked from the tips of worn sneakers over distastefully baggy jeans mixed with a gray hoodie with hot pink stars on it. “My name is Massu. Are you YamaPi?”
“Yeah.” His frown must have shown because the other smiled; and YamaPi almost went blind.
“I’ll be sharing this office with you. I’m going to TA for Professor Wang too.” Massu didn’t look any older then any of the students. Fresh faced and way too happy about being there, he resembled a big puppy more then a human.
Still he was nice, and he always brought extra food to share when they had lunch together. But there was something about him that always puzzled the older man. Usually he could tell his chances with someone after only a few minutes talking, some guys screamed ‘straight’, some seemed on the fence (and ready to be tempted to the dark side), and others were practically toying with the fly to his jeans. Massu didn’t give off any signals whatsoever; like there was a sexual dead zone around him. YamaPi toyed with the problem for a bit, when he was bored; giving his hand a rest from grading exams and watching the other man from the corner of his eye.
Eventually he decided Massu was just a freak of nature, a twenty-year-old virgin who didn’t know what his own dick was for.
“Sometimes.” Massu started, taking a huge bite out of the sandwich he was trying to shove in his mouth. YamaPi, eating much slower, was sitting beside him basking in the sunlight beating down and lighting up the campus in vivid colours. “Never mind, I’m a dork for even thinking about this!”
YamaPi snorted, and would have told Massu, there was nothing that would make him seem any greater of a dork to YamaPi but his mouth was full –and he didn’t feel like spraying food everywhere. Today’s pants were bright yellow and almost as bright as his smile, a tight pink shirt with a stenciled red telephone on it ‘Call on me’.
“What?” He asked when he finally swallowed and Massu laughed, a nervous titter beside him. “You can’t start and stop like that- now I’m curious.”
“I’ve never really told anyone this, but I think you would understand.” He put emphasis on the word ‘you’ that made him feel special. “Do you ever?” Massu choked on his words, and YamaPi’s interest peaked. “Think about numbers?”
“What?” It blindsided him, but Massu was like that saying the last thing you might expect. Of course he thought about numbers.
“I mean.” Massu tugged at the hem of his shirt, looking annoyed, and nervous at the same time. “When I look at things, sometimes I see them as numbers.”
“…”
“Like when I’m in a car.” Massu can’t drive. “I’m nothing thinking about the city beyond I’m thinking about the ride in terms of friction of the tires on the ground, the torque in the tires. I see the world as if it could be broken down into numbers.” He scuffed the toe of sneaker into the grass and let out another nervous little titter. “Weird huh?”
“Not really.” He had after all done it quite often himself, lost his mind in the numbers. “I mean some people like baseball right?” YamaPi gave him a warm smile; ready to be the big brother it seemed Massy lacked. “You like physics.”
“Thanks.” Massu dug around in his back pulling out a plastic container with what looked like cake inside. “Here.” He offered YamaPi a fork and popped the lid on the container. YamaPi takes it, even if he thinks what he said wasn’t worth half of Massu’s black forest cheesecake –not like he was going to say no to the cake either way.
“Anytime.” The cake tastes as good as it smells, and Massu seems happy so YamaPi enjoys his cake.
It’s only much later that YamaPi even spares a thought to what Massu said, sitting on his couch with his dog curled up against his hips reading. The words don’t quite filter all the way to his brain, and he’s thinking about how nervous Massu had looked when he said that. ‘Cause yeah, not everyone gets math the way they do.
- - - -
’I’ll run away with you by my side
I’ll run away with you by my side
Close my eyes let the whole thing pass me by.
Massu was swaying dangerously, eyes slipping as he drooped against the older man. Occasionally he would mumble something against YamaPi’s skin, words hot and slurred.
“Hey, stay with me.” He was leaning against the bar, legs spread wide; so Massu could cling to his chest.
“I’m here.” The words were pressed to the side of his neck, and Massu giggled. “Present.” He added, and YamaPi snorted. “Masuda is present.”
“Yeah he is.” When Massu listed to the right, YamaPi had to curl his arm around the other’s narrow waist to hold him up. The bartender finally turns to him with a rather bored look; YamaPi orders a bottle of water and rum with coke.
“YamaPi.” Massu whispered, his hands tightening in YamaPi’s button down shirt.
“Yeah?” He took a long draw from the straw and let the alcohol rush through him. As long as he had Massu with him he wasn’t getting laid, and it was clear he couldn’t just leave the younger man alone –he would be eaten alive. Eaten by someone a lot like YamaPi probably.
“I… it’s hot.” Massu hissed, resting his head on YamaPi’s shoulder with a huff of annoyance. Cracking the lid on the water YamaPi traded Massu’s weight to his other arm so he could press the neck of the bottle to pouting lips.
“Drink this, it’ll cool you down.” Glassy eyes blinked at him and Massu took a deep drink from the water bottle. He was so stoned it should have been funny, but YamaPi was stuck taking care of him. Smoothing sweat damp hair away from Massu’s face he looked down into the completely open face looking back up at him and couldn’t help but smile. Massu was a cute stoner.
“Hey, YamaPi?” He held the water bottle between loose fingers and blinked rapidly; one hand tightening on YamaPi’s shirt as he jerked to the left. “The world won’t stop spinning.” He hissed, pressing their bodies up close together as he used YamaPi’s stability as his own. “I feel funny.”
“I know.” Petting his hands through the other man’s soft hair he tried to calm down the frustrated man. “It’ll pass. You’ll feel better once it wears off.”
“Oh.” Massu pursed his lips looking ridiculous as he blinked up at YamaPi; he curled his hand around the loose material of YamaPi’s shirt tugging again (his shirt is beyond wrinkled now). “I want to dance.”
“Now?” YamaPi can feel his hand sliding along the sweaty skin of Massu’s lower back where he wraps his arm around his narrow waist to keep him standing. It’s a familiar feeling, of wet skin sliding and sticking, breath coming in tiny little puffs against his neck.
“I came here to dance.” Massu reasoned; he didn’t seem to notice that YamaPi’s smile wasn’t quite all there. In his current state, who knew what Massu was seeing? Knowing him, gaudy neon pink stars and the banana-yellow outline of Jesus against the pulsing blue club lights. That would just be so Massu.
’I am the modern man!
I’ve got a secret I’ve been hiding under my skin
My heart is human
My blood is boiling
My brain IBM’
The younger man was all liquid in YamaPi’s arms, his spine sliding everywhere, so bad half the time YamaPi was concentrating on being in the right place in case Massu swooned instead of sticking to the beat. He had this cute blissed-out expression on his face- the rapture of the utterly fucked. It really should have been funnier.
YamaPi was too busy wondering if Massu would know what to do if he took this back home to concentrate on the songs. Back to his bed, where he had all the room he needed to show Massu the pleasure side of his young (and impressively flexible) body. Why else would Massu be rubbing against him like that, wriggling in his arms like he wanted to come right here on the dance floor?
YamaPi had to bite his lips to pull himself from the brink of the thoughts; it’s like looking out over a cliff knowing he would get one hell of a rush from jumping. He wants to jump, he can feel his own libido kicking in, screaming at him that Massu wants this too. But at the bottom where the shit hits the fan is not where he wants to end up. The next morning, when Massu can’t remember the night before- YamaPi really doesn’t want to be there.
He likes Massu. He’s a good kid with a quick smile for everyone and a wacky sense of style. Not YamaPi’s type, he likes the jaded ones. People who look at him and only see his dick, that’s all he needs. Besides, he likes Massu, and he’s going to have to see him again after this. They share an office. That’s why this can’t happen, without mentioning all the moral issues since Massu is so high he’s over the fucking moon.
“YamaPi.” Massu’s breath is hot against his cheek, and his eyes are so wide they are swallowing him alive.
“Do you want more water?” Massu’s arms tighten around his neck bringing their faces in close. Massu licks his lips frowning slightly.
“No.” YamaPi’s hands tighten on his hips, trying not to push him away or pull him closer, stuck caught teetering on the brink of indecision. “You’re really pretty.” YamaPi’s read better catch-lines on his breakfast cereal box, but Massu’s face is open and all but shining. Swallowing the lump in his throat almost painfully he offers the younger man a shaky smile.
“You never noticed?” He’s joking, trying to ease that completely wide open and exposed look from Massu’s face before he gives in and kisses him. Massu shakes his head.
“I knew you were pretty.” He says it slowly. “I knew.”
“Yeah?” They are standing like a rock in the middle of the ocean, and there are people bumping into them from all sides. Faces pressed close together so that YamaPi can not only hear the words but he can taste them too.
“All the girls ask you for help, because you have a pretty mouth.” YamaPi chuckled.
“Is that why?”
“Yeah.” Massu was tipping forward, and he wasn’t sure if it was because Massu lost his balance or because Massu wanted to kiss him.
’C-C-C-Cinnamon lips and candy kisses on my tongue. Fun.
B-B-Buttery eyes, if only cries could come from those eyes.
Massu tastes like mint and sugar when YamaPi swipes his tongue along his full bottom lip. Massu sags against him like a rag doll, trying to pull YamaPi closer and closer. When YamaPi deepens the kiss Massu’s tongue is heavy and clumsy against his own.
“Massu what are you doing?” He whispers against the shorter man’s fluffy brown hair.
“I don’t know. Am I doing it right?” His fingers come up to touch his own lips. “They tingle.”
“Oh?” YamaPi can’t help it. He chases the fingers with the tip of his tongue feeling Massu’s gasp against his own lips.
Bless the kid; he was just so green.
“Do you like it?” He presses Massu against his own body feeling the effect of Massu’s workout schedule in hard muscle against his chest. The other man nods, his hair flopping around with the motion. “Want to kiss me again?”
He knows he’s baiting the younger man along. Just like he knows that this must make him one hell of a bad person. But his dick is doing the thinking for him, happy and hard against Massu’s tummy, and it thinks this is one mighty fine idea. It’s not like Massu is saying no or anything.
“Please.”
“Yeah, alright.” Scooping Massu with his left arm, and using his right to stroke along the other’s puffy cheek he tilted the boy’s round face to a better angle for a deeper kiss. The smaller man was like a vine, twining around his chest and legs; clinging to YamaPi like someone was dangling him over a cliff.
’If there is music we can use it –be free to dance.
We don’t have the time for psychological romance
No romance no romance
No romance for me, come on baby tell me what’s the word?’
Fingertips were fluttering like butterflies, sliding along the smooth damp skin; skating across Massu’s lower back and just barely dipping into the back of his pants. It’s a trick YamaPi’s used a million times, and Massu succumbs just like he thought he would. Moaning Massu presses his face against YamaPi’s neck, trying to press his hips forwards back and sideways all at once, without getting his legs tangled in YamaPi’s (considering he’s the only one holding them up, and Massu isn’t as light as he looks.)
“Relax.” He tires to sound soothing, flicking his tongue playfully against the shell of Massu’s ear.
“But it feels so good.”
He feels like a total ass, but that doesn’t stop him. “Are you done dancing? I can take you home with me, would you like that?”
“Yes.”
“Alright then let’s go.” They make their way through the crowd, YamaPi with his hand slipped in Massu’s back pocket, steering him gently while Massu clung to his side. He was no more use then a drunken spider monkey, all long twining arms and three left feet. He kept trying to crawl into YamaPi’s lap during the cab ride home, twining around the other’s torso and sticking his face against YamaPi’s neck. Fluffy hair tickled along his jaw, like the kittenish licks Massu would leave there from time to time.
The driver (probably used to stuff like this) kept silent.
Buildings flew by the window, and YamaPi found himself murmuring soft nothings into Massu’s ear. Telling him about air-speed calculations, the average friction coefficient of rubber tire against asphalt. By now Massu was sitting square in YamaPi’s lap, hands knotted in his shirt again, straining the buttons.
“That’ll be twenty-three dollars.” The cab driver doesn’t bat an eye at the pliant limp Massu YamaPi is straining to manhandle out of the cab. Leaning Massu against the door of the yellow and white taxi with a grunt he fishes out his wallet and pays the man adding in a tip for getting them home in one piece.
“Did you bring me home to have sex?” Massu bats wide eyes at him, smiling like the original debauched angel himself.
“…” He’s not sure if he wants to answer that question.
“Because, I wouldn’t mind you know.” Massu continues, leaning forwards so he’s gripping YamaPi’s arm as the other works on taking this past his front door. It opens and YamaPi lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. The younger man giggles softly to himself, before trailing in after YamaPi.
“I think you should have some more water.” YamaPi turns to talk, and finds himself with an armful of Massu, pressing his face against the underside of YamaPi’s neck once more. He licks softly, making a noise of appreciation.
“I wont mind if it’s you.”
“Why?” He wants Massu, god he does –over and over until his dick just can’t take it anymore. But (always with the but) Massu’s not thinking straight, Massu probably not even going to remember his rationalization come tomorrow morning. “Is it okay?”
“Okay, it’s all good.” Massu’s hand move, one tangling in YamaPi’s hair; the silky black strands slipping and catching around sweaty fingers, and it stings. “Because it’s okay for YamaPi. You always take care of me.” Massu presses a sloppy kiss against YamaPi’s mouth, trying to move his lips and tongue like YamaPi was before. “You’re always so nice to me. So if you want to do it –you can.”
Why did temptation have to look so good? It was unfair; YamaPi’s stood a snowball’s chance in hell of turning the younger man down. He was practically trying to claw his way into his pants.
Pressing Massu against the wall the younger man moans, the sound too loud against the stillness of the room and the pounding in YamaPi’s ears. He pushes his leg between up against Massu, tugging the other forward until he was riding YamaPi’s thigh with small jerky movements.
“I shouldn’t do this.” He flicks his tongue against the other’s full lips teasingly. “But you’re so fucking hot. I can’t help it.” Massu writhes against him, moaning incoherently. “Have you ever done this before?” He has his theories about that, but he’s never bothered to actually ask Massu before now.
“N-no.” A single word on a choked gasp and YamaPi has to bite back a groan of his own. He doesn’t do virgins; they come with to many invisible little red strings for him. Much too many variables.
“Don’t worry, I’ll show you how.” Massu whimpers.
They move towards the bedroom, Massu whimpering and trying to touch YamaPi everywhere at once and sounding pretty frustrated when he realizes he can’t.
“Calm down.” YamaPi hisses, trying to quell Massu the sexual tornado. It works long enough for him to pull the belt from Massu’s baggy pants, and they instantly slip down his hips, barely clinging to the swell of his ass, and then it’s lips tongue and teeth again.
He’s never had to undress someone who was so intent on climbing him like a tree, and it’s not all that easy either. Hell, it’s worth that and more when he shoves Massu hard enough that the boy overbalances and bounces on his bed, stark naked (with the exception of his red and yellow socks) and spread out. ’Virgin buffet’ YamaPi thinks dryly, tugging off his clothes as quickly as he can before Massu finds his feet again.
The only word for it is tumbling; Massu’s arms and legs are everywhere as they roll across the bed. Hanging with one leg on the ground, holding Massu’s hips above him as the other wriggles in his grip.
“You’re going to make us fall.” He hissed through clenched teeth, the way Massu moans and whimpers is making him so hard he thinks his dick might just snap off. The way his wriggles is scattering YamaPi’s focus like children’s marbles.
“It feels too good.” Moaning helplessly he ran short blunt nails down YamaPi’s chest leaving red lines that burn and it’s like a direct link to his cock, he arched against the contact.
This was going to be over way too fast.
“Move up here.” He blinked, just a flutter of black eyelashes against the plump roundness of his cheeks.
“Why?” He moved his hands curling them around and over the other’s hips until they rested on the gentle swell of Massu’s ass. He used the grip he had to push Massu up, pulling him –upupup- until Massu was straddling his shoulders looking down at YamaPi like no one has ever sucked him off before.
Oh right. That would be a first.
It was with the devil’s grin himself that he took the head in his mouth and suckled. It was almost worth the knee he caught in the shoulder the noise that Massu made (something caught between a shriek and a moan.)
“Does that feel good?”
“Good.” Massu whined, elongating the word with an almost comically rounded mouth. “More?”
“Yeah.” Licking his lips to moisten them he guided the head into his mouth again, meeting it tip for tip with his tongue. Judging by the sounds, Massu was going to have an aneurysm before he got to come; he sounded like his he was in pain.
“G-Good.” He groaned, and his fingers, were pulling at YamaPi’s hair again.
He would have smirked, but his mouth was a little busy. So instead he ran his fingers over Massu’s ass, kneading the muscle with something akin to awe (round and perky and maybe he was wrong before and Massu is totally his type). Using that as a grip he set up a ruthless pace, fully intent of sucking the last of Massu’s rational thought out.
From the screeching cries he was doing it too.
The sound Massu made when YamaPi pulled him off was so pitiful he was almost tempted to let Massu get off right there instead of showing him the full extent of the ‘YamaPi touch’. But no, that would be mean (to himself) and he owed it to Massu to show him only the best, all disagreements with his internal voices aside. He licked across his lips, watching as Massu mirrored the movement, his pink tongue flicking across slightly swollen lips. He caught himself wondering how hard it would be to teach him to give head? The most delightful of tutoring sessions yet, long hours spent away locked in a backroom of the library together going over math and trading hand jobs.
“Do you want to try more?” He trailed fingers just down the crevice between the cheeks, enough to tickle, and hopefully act as a blatant hint.
“Anything.” Massu whimpered, leaning heavily on his arm braced against the headboard, the other pushing YamaPi’s hair behind his ear. “Just more.”
“Alright.” Pulling and tugging, all the while watching out for Massu’s clumsy limbs, he managed to move the other man back down so they were face to face. Massu’s kisses were like being electrocuted, the clink of teeth was almost painful, but the rush was like nothing else, Massu kissed like he would die if he stopped now. They rolled, both fighting to be the one on top, until finally Massu was pinned, arms and legs wrapping tight around YamaPi as they continued their dizzying round of swapping spit. “Massu.” Breathing hard, breathing in the tips of Massu’s brown-gold hair he pressed a wet kiss to his full cheek. “If you want to get on with this, you’re going to have to let got for a moment.
“But I want…” Massu arched under him, and god, did he ever have a flexible spine!
“I know what you want, just give me a minute.” The wild look in Massu’s face didn’t melt, and there was no reasoning with the drugged and horny it seemed. “Don’t worry sweet-cheeks.” Resorting to brute strength to pry Massu from his neck and pin him down long enough to twist around and snag his jeans hanging half off the foot of the bed where they had been tossed.
“Now.” Massu hissed, wiggling like an eel.
“Yeah.” Licking at Massu’s lips teasingly, offering a good enough distraction as he wormed a hand behind Massu while the younger man tried to catch it.
“Oh my god.” Massu whimpered, tearing his face away. “Don’t, that feels wrong.”
“Only for a bit. Relax.” He bit down on the small bit of flesh near his mouth, worrying the metal hoop with the tip of his tongue and teeth. Massu was just plain delicious all over now wasn’t he? He felt like a kid in a candy store, for a kid that seemed to be made of candy- he wanted his mouth everywhere at once.
“It feels so weird.” He whined, clinging to YamaPi’s shoulders with enough force to bruise. He went as slow as he could with Massu wiggling around like that, tempting him to hurry the fuck up, he felt like a furnace inside and it was killing him to take it slow. When he deemed that Massu was taking the one lubricated finger fine (and what he wondered with an mental giggle, was the friction coefficient of that?) he added another, and Massu moved like a wave against his chest, sending shivers racing along his skin. He takes the third finger with a moan, and YamaPi figures that neither of them were going to survive this.
“How do you want to do this?” Massu just gave him a slightly dazed look, swiping his tongue across his lips.
“Yeah.” Like that answered everything. Resisting the urge to roll his eyes he rolled Massu onto his stomach and tilted his hips up.
“This way is the easiest, and least likely to hurt alright?”
“Please.” He pulled out the vowel sound, looking over his shoulder, half confused and half desperate, and probably still a little delusional. “Please please please.”
“Hush.” YamaPi smothered the smaller body with his own, wrapping his arms over his shoulders to press them close together. “I’ve got you. Just another second.”
He was sloppy as he rolled the condom down, lingering only long enough to make sure that he was good and ready. Massu’s skin tasted like sweat, and his skin was feverish against his lips; pressing a line of kisses across the arch of his shoulders to calm him. The steady slick-slide all the way in, and it was like being in an oven, melting from the inside out and the outside in.
It’s like calculating pi and finding the surface area of an irregular polygon at once and better still.
“Oh…” Massu moaned, simultaneously trying to press forwards on his arms, and back into YamaPi’s arms, with rather mixed results. “I think you’re killing me.”
“Shh.” More wet kisses, with his lips and tongue sliding around the skin making Massu shiver, or it could be the hard dick slowly pulling out. “You’re not going to die.”
“YaaaamaPiiii.” Fingers hooked into the sheets, as if trying to pull them from the bed. The unrestrained moaning was going to net him one hell of a verbal lashing from his neighbors later- at the current moment the benefits outweighed the cost. It was a simple, break-even formula, find the apex of the parabola- oh god that felt good. “Do that again.” Massu whimpered.
Who was he to say no? That ass was made for him. No one else had touched it like this either, the thought burned low in his stomach.
“How does that feel?” He pressed the words in panting kisses against the smaller man’s shoulders. Massu arched against him, pushing back as sharply as he could.
“So good.” He squirmed, arching and pushing. YamaPi figured they were going too fast for a first time- Massu wasn’t complaining. “More.”
Harder, faster. His brain was turning to mush and slip-sliding down his spinal chord and pooling at the base with the rest of everything else. The friction and pressure was building, he was a shaken bottle of soda, waiting for the top to pop. Cherry pop, which was Massu in a single turn of a phrase- he licked a wet hot stripe along the rigid line of his shoulders.
“Oh.” He was reaching the limit of his staying power, overcome with sensation and barely clinging to the last shreds of his rational thought. “Baby I can’t hold on.” YamaPi threw his head back as he came, pushing in deep and rode the rush, oh god he was coming so hard and so long that it had to mean blood loss by now. He slumped on the younger man and they collapsed.
He would have been comfortable, but Massu would not stop squirming. His sweaty skin slid across his skin, making goose bumps explode across his back. Pinning the small man on his back he took his burning cock in hand and tugged it. Massu wailed, thrashing under him, nails digging down his back, god, it hurt but it felt so good. The screech when he finally came all over their stomachs sounded like he was trying to kill Massu with nothing but a toothpick.
After that he stopped squirming and lay curled against YamaPi’s chest. Silence coated the room, broken only by the sudden pounding on his left wall. “Yeah yeah.” He muttered. Massu wiggled, trying to push his way deeper into his chest cavity like he wanted to burrow into his very body.
Tomorrow would be fun.
--- Epilogue
YamaPi sighed taking of his glasses and placing them on the table so he could rub at his itchy eyes. Graded so many papers his eyes were swimming, the one he was working on now had the first question half filled out, and a picture of a rampaging bull under it with a few choice words about Mathematics.
Massu’s desk was empty, and he glances at it for a moment before letting out a sigh and sagging back against his chair.
“Hay baby, you about done for the night?” Massu slipped his arms around YamaPi’s neck, resting his chin on top of his head. He smiled faintly and squeezed one of Massu’s hands.
“…Yeah, let’s go home” He gave the test a 2/60 for attempting half of the first question and writing his name across the top and put the cap back on his pen. “He tilted his head back and pursed his lips holding the pose until the younger man gave in and kissed him back.
’I know my Calculus, that says U + Me = Us
Girl algebra nor Trigonometry can ever equal up to what you do for me
So lets integrate don’t differentiate
If you were in my class there ‘aint no way I could pass
I hate English, Gym and not to mention
I can’t even afford to pay attention
No philosophy could come between us
But we’ll always have our calculus.’
1.Body Rockers - I Like the Way You Move
2.Trapt - Echo
3.Styx - Mr. Roboto (Techno Remix)
4.Ok Go - C-C-C-Cinnamon Lips
5.Korn - Word Up
If any of the links go down, just comment and I'll re-up 'em
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Date: 2007-08-06 02:39 am (UTC)Did you just make me read a YamaPi/Massu fic? >:O I mean. What?
I just read it because it was from you [& it had Mathematics as Warning x)] and I liiiked it! D: I am not supposed to like anything that has a lot of Massu in it.. but but stoned Massu is just kind of win. And YamaPi. Omg YamaPi. And the Mathematics. Ohgod what a great fic! :3
I would quote so much but it's 4:30am and I'm too tired to search for all the awesome lines and just .. afkhsdf ♥ Forgive me for this utterly not coherent comment but my brain is a lovely mush right now! :D
And and and there is Ok Go and Trapt lyrics in the fic and and gawd! D: You! Don't be so awesome >:| Or no. Wait. Continue being so awesome
and write more Ryo/Koyama 8DD:3♥
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Date: 2007-08-06 02:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-08-06 03:15 am (UTC)well I really liked this story...
it kept me amused while I have no scrubs to watch,.....
booo
It was really sweet......
Plus you used the best song EVA!!!!!!
YOU + ME = US!!!!!
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Date: 2007-08-06 04:08 pm (UTC)Thanks. And no. That song makes me go: Bleh
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Date: 2007-08-06 05:08 am (UTC)Very good and sweet. I enjoyed =)
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Date: 2007-08-06 04:13 pm (UTC)I've met some strange Mathmaticians, plus I was wathing too much num3rs... =D
Thank you.
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Date: 2007-08-06 06:08 am (UTC)I love your words:
-gaudy neon pink stars and the banana-yellow outline of Jesus against the pulsing blue club lights. That would just be so Massu.XDDD
-the rapture of the utterly fucked
-Faces pressed close together so that YamaPi can not only hear the words but he can taste them too.
-breathing in the tips of Massu’s brown-gold hair
All of these and more are made of awesome. And I love the random math interspersed throughout, even in the sexy bits. Which were very sexy bits indeed. I loved the way you described Massu during this whole scene. Sexual tornado. Ha!
And one more hooray for the songs. I recognized most of them, but I had been thinking of the original version of Word Up. Never heard the Korn version, but thanks to you, I shall download. <333
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Date: 2007-08-06 09:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-08-06 04:42 pm (UTC)Thanks, I liked them too.
Thanks you, I like sexy bits **cough** I have the original too, but I was listening to the Korn version when I wrote it, so I just went with that one ^^;
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Date: 2007-08-06 08:35 am (UTC)There is maths and sex- and how the hell do you get it to fit together anyway? =DDD
*GRUDGINGLY ADORES COMPLETELY* ♥♥♥ Like promised.
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Date: 2007-08-06 04:17 pm (UTC)It's like, inert tab A into slot B, they just fit and it was FUN!
**flail** more yay!
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Date: 2007-08-06 08:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-06 04:18 pm (UTC)Thank you~
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Date: 2007-08-06 03:08 pm (UTC)Just.. Wow. That was awesome, thaaaank you for writing, I liked it so very much. :D ♥♥♥
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Date: 2007-08-06 04:22 pm (UTC)It was fun to write, thanks for reading it!
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Date: 2007-08-06 03:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-06 04:23 pm (UTC)YAY! Thanks.
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Date: 2007-08-06 03:22 pm (UTC)right now math seems, dare i say, sexxy..?
excellent descriptiveness. i like this a lot. good job.
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Date: 2007-08-11 09:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-12 06:41 am (UTC)Glad I didn't mess it up then. Thanks for reading! and leaving a comment.
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Date: 2007-08-11 09:35 pm (UTC)or maybe that's just my fangirl brain wanting there to be interactionXDD I think you even got me hooked on this pairing and that really says a lot because I was all for TegoMass and thought that they belonged together and with nobody else (I still do, but YaMassu *squee*)no subject
Date: 2007-08-12 06:50 am (UTC)But I agree, they would be adorable together. I've never been fond of Tegomass... only because when I hear that name I think of the English version of that song, and it hurts, a bit of a turn-off if you're writing a sex scene, and we can't have that.
Erm, I do mean, thanks for the comment.
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Date: 2007-08-29 02:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-04 03:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-04 04:52 pm (UTC)Three times! Wow~ Thanks!!
I wrote one other about this pairing, which you can find in my fic index Here (http://users.livejournal.com/_wristcutshow_/19869.html) Lol, pimp pimp pimp.
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Date: 2008-01-08 09:15 am (UTC)And the Massu writhing part totally reminded me of Family Guy when peter was all doped up and started stripping and rubbing everything.
And HA! at the 2Gether song throwback.
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Date: 2008-02-26 08:35 pm (UTC)OMG Massssssuuuuuuu LOVE!!! The man needs more fic love imo hence You are awesome!! <3
And the maths warning too!!! Why were there not Massu's and Pi's teaching my maths degree, reality is so cruel! >_<
I LOVE your mathematician view of the world too, so inspired ^_^
I want to leave a big quoting comment of all the awesome bits, but it'd turn out to bethe whole thing and no way it would fit!! :P
So just one giant YUUUUMMMMMMMMMMM and a final GENIUS for the whole thing, I loved every minute it took to read XDDDD
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Date: 2008-02-26 10:32 pm (UTC)MASSU. YES HE NEEDS LOTS AND LOTS OF LOVE. There is not enough Massu!fic in the world, it's all TegoMass, which doesn't offer alot of veriety.
I know, my TA for Calc was less then hot. D: He was a creepy actually. T__T
LOL you'd need to turn it into several comments long.
THANKS!! I'm glad you enjoyed reading it, it was actually REALLY fun to write~!
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