Jin x YamaPi x Koyama
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snoozing_kittenTitle: Hot Pursuit
Pairing: Jin x YamaPi x Koyama
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Grand theft auto
Summary: A car-theft goes a little pear-shaped, but it’s not so bad.
Notes: Happy VD, written a little bit for EVERYONE. And a special place in my heart and my thanks goes out to my beta![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sanjihan. Also, THIS is a GT3 RS.
There were supposed to be two cars. YamaPi grit his teeth; the streets were flashing past and sirens wailed like angry banshees in the background.
It had all been going good; he’d spotted the new Porche 911 GT3 RS right where intel had said it would be, sitting all pretty and ripe for the picking, but there was supposed to be a BMW M3 too, and it wasn’t there. Leaving someone behind wasn’t really an option since Interpol was onto them and the ferry left too soon.
That’s about when it all went pear-shaped.
YamaPi shifted down two gears in time with the breaks and turned hard, listening to the tires scream across the intersection as he accelerated out of the corner- Koyama made a strained sound and YamaPi bit his lip, reminding himself not to fling the car about so much. The thing about the 911 GT3-RS was instead of having back seats it had a roll cage.
“Sorry.” He muttered. Jin grunted.
Jin was sitting in the passenger seat, one arm braced against the dash and the other curled as tightly as he could around Koyama’s narrow hips. Koyama was facing him, kneeling on the seat, one hand around Jin’s shoulders and the other on the roof to try and hold himself in place. YamaPi could see them out of the corner of his eye, every time he checked left to catch the traffic around them.
The highway was a bad idea; he was in a sports car, a rather easily spottable expensive sports car with a huge wing that made the low curves hug the road like a long lazy fuck, but still not subtle. On the highway he’d be too easily spotted going in a straight line, even if he was faster than the usual police Crown Vic in a zero-to-sixty.
“Hang on.” YamaPi said and Koyama laughed, a high and nervous kind of sound, pressing tighter against Jin’s chest, hiding his face against his hair.
The light was green and he followed it to the last second, hitting the e-brake and swinging them around roughly in a scream of tires and blaring horns. One of the police cars flew past them, unprepared for the sudden turn, but the other was a little further back and followed him round.
“Bring it up into the mountains and use the back roads to get back to the harbour.” Jin’s voice was low and rough, and seriously?.
“If you come, I swear I am pushing you off the boat.” YamaPi snarled, sparing them a glance, and Koyama’s face was all pink on pale, fear and adrenaline and the smooth spicy sent of Jin’s aftershave.
“Try me.” Jin’s fingers curled, pressing just under the hem of Koyama’s shirt exposing a strip of tanned lower back.
“Fuck. You.” YamaPi hissed; following the snaking suburban roads and pushing the three point eight litre flat six until she purred her contentment. Cars like these were meant to be pushed, to be edged all night like a whore and ridden hard past the finish line. He took a series of sharp corners, sliding though an intersection in a drift and tapping the e-brake to cut the over-steer, and the cop car slid across and spun in a clumsy half circle giving him more time to eat up a bit of a lead.
Which of course meant that Koyama had to cling tighter to Jin to avoid being tossed around by the G-force. He was making these soft sounds, breathing audibly and it was blowing YamaPi’s concentration.
There was something a little sexy about the red and blue flash in the rear-view, like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde, and something even more inherently erotic about high performance cars, the smooth lines of German engineering and the vibration of the engine through the seats pressing against his ass. He gripped the wheel a little tighter, supple leather not giving at all under his fingers.
The road evened out, passing from suburbia to a major street, and he blew through the red light easily, sliding into between cars and into the spotty traffic to a blare of horns before slowing down to just over the speed limit and attempting to look casual.
“I hate you two.” He said, heart still thundering in his ears, pulse throbbing through him and making him feel overly warm. Koyama took his hand off the roof so he could lace them both in Jin’s hair. Gave him a wide-eyed faux innocent look, like the rise of his dick wasn’t pressing into Jin’s stomach.
“Me?” Jin’s hands moved from his waist to grab his ass, and Koyama moaned, too loud in the enclosed space.
“I hate you so much.” He switched into the right-hand lane so he could speed past a bulky station wagon, GM of some sort.
“You love it.” Jin groaned, and he was obviously pressing Koyama down against him, digging his feet into the carpet so he could push up, body rolling like a wave between Koyama’s slim thighs.
“You two are indecent.” YamaPi whined, well he wouldn’t have called it a whine, but Jin and Koyama would have. It wasn’t fair he needed to keep his eyes front and center, and his hands ten and two, because wrecking stolen cars was not hot
“You love it.” Koyama licked his lips and leaned down to kiss Jin, slick sloppy kisses with a sound track of their own. The kiss broke with twin groans of pleasure and YamaPi did everything he could to not stare at them eyes on the road, little white lines flicking by under the front corner and the sparse traffic. Koyama followed up the kiss with little kitten licks into Jin’s mouth, pink tongues touching and twisting, leaving both of their mouths all soft and wet looking.
“How about this,” Jin said voice in that raspy off-tone that burned low in YamaPi’s gut, “I’ll eat you out, then suck you off while you ride my fingers when we stop to let Koyama do his thing but you need to get us there.”
YamaPi swallowed hard, fingers tightening on the steering wheel, Jin could do obscene things with that gorgeous mouth of his. Koyama whined, rolling his hips down in shallow jerky movements, jeans stretched too tight across his thighs. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? He was saved from the desperate little ‘please’ that was trying to make it past his lips by the red and blue flashing lights in the rear-view and the beginning call of the police siren.
“Fuck.” YamaPi hissed. “They’re back.”
“Rain-check.” Jin squeezed his ass and moved his arms back up around narrow hips.
“You’ll never take me alive copper.” Koyama grinned, holding on tight as the car accelerated, leaving the surrounding traffic behind.
YamaPi needed to bring the car onto the highway briefly to get up to the mountain pass, and they narrowly missed a Mazda as they sped through the onramp sliding around the clover-leaf tail of the car kicking out as traction control fought their forced spin. YamaPi jerked the wheel hard to the left and ceramic brakes worked their anti-lock and for a tense moment he thought he’d lost control of the car, but the wheels gripped the road and a little more acceleration had them slipping through two lanes of traffic and straightening out in time to shoot off down the fast lane.
The police sirens chased them down, two cars again.
He weaved in an out of traffic for a few miles to the exit he was looking for. The road slimmed down to two lanes, and YamaPi was driving in the incoming more often than not, avoiding civilian traffic. But it had the added bonus of slowing down the rozzers too. The last thing he needed was one of the cars trying to pit them while they were almost flying; they’d spin round and round until they ended wrapped around one of the trees and then they would be scraping them out of the car with spatulas. The exit to the small logging road he wanted flew by, but the police were too close yet. He didn’t have the fuel to lead them on a full chase, he’d need to do something a little more dramatic if they were going to lose their unwanted escort.
“You’re going to want to hold on tight.” YamaPi grit out, sliding in between a pick-up truck going one way and a beetle going the other.
“Alright.” When the distance looked right and there were no cars he let the police catch up, just enough so that they were on his tail and he could read the emblazoned writing on the hood. Two cars single-file just on the rear bumper. With a deep breath, he slammed on the e-brake and jerked the car hard, it swung around as if it was on a pivot point, and he released the break out of the J-turn and rode the accelerator hard; the wheels spun, desperately trying to convert torque into motion and Koyama sobbed something incoherent where he’d been pressed up against the door. It was a little harder to turn that way but he couldn’t swing around the passenger side or he probably would have got a lapful of Koyama himself and then they would have gone into a tree.
The wheels caught on the black-top lurching them forward and he pushed her into second easily, bringing her up past third and into forth as the engine soared through the rev count. The road was clear and the police cruisers were way behind them now. There were a number of small, branching roads from this point, look out points and parking lots for campers and hikers alike. YamaPi swung them onto a less-used dirt path and the Porsche’s rear wheel drive spun on the dirt and the traction control grappled with the change from tarmac. But she was a fabulous car, the soft suspension meaning that aside from a few jolts they were flying down the dirt road without much trouble.
“Are you okay?” YamaPi asked, not able to risk a glance in case there were any rocks to pose a threat to the undercarriage, not to mention the whole forest.
“Probably going to bruise.” Koyama laughed breathlessly, not really sounding put out at all.
“You’re close aren’t you?” Jin laughed, a slightly mocking tone he inexplicably only took on with Koyama.
“Yes.” Koyama said another tight little laugh.
YamaPi could only wonder, his stomach was tight and his hands would probably be shaking if they were not wrapped tightly around the steering wheel.
“You’re so easy.” Jin growled, and they hit another little dip which tore a painful sounding moan from Koyama’s throat. His own cock jerked a little at the familiar sound, and Jin chuckled darkly. “Come on, you know you want to come for me.”
“Jin.” Koyama whined, voice too high, strung out and taught. He couldn’t really pull back to give himself any leverage, he could only cling to Jin as the car swerved to stick to the clearest parts of the road. He couldn’t risk any damage to the suspension or the drive shaft. “Please. Fuck.”
“Go on then. Come in your pants.”
“Jin.” YamaPi was half shocked to find that was his voice all strangled sounding. Road, focus.
“Rub off on me like a bitch.” Jin said and that was it.
YamaPi had half a mind to slam on the breaks if only so he could watch, instead he grit his teeth and listened, stomach tightening wildly as Koyama got off next to him, sobbing with the force of it, voice shivering.
“Shit.” Jin swore and Koyama whimpered.
There was a small branch-off, which was technically the starting point for a hiking trail that no one used since a few people had slipped off the edge and died. YamaPi pulled the car into a stop and Koyama hissed.
His face was all pink, eyes pressed tight as Jin pressed his palms against his lower back forcing him to arch and dip his hips. YamaPi could only stare at the way Jin’s mouth had gone all loose and pretty, as he rode up hard, grinding up against Koyama’s weight.
Koyama sobbed with it, digging his hands into Jin’s shoulders and twisting like he wanted to push away and get closer at the same time, helpless little jerks of his hips and he had to sensitive now. Jin was scrambling for his fly, fingers sliding over his jeans and getting them out of the way, it seemed as if his fingers had just touched the head when he was coming thick and messy all over his own stomach, all but shoving Koyama out of the way to get to his own cock.
The car ticked around them, the engine cooling, much like the way their breath was slowing. Well Jin and Koyama, YamaPi felt about fit to explode.
“Why did you make me come in my pants?” Koyama whined, and Jin smirked at him, looking up through his bangs. “I’m going to have to spend the whole ferry ride all sticky and smelling like sex.”
YamaPi swallowed hard on nothing, his mouth gone dry.
“We should get moving.” He managed, ignoring the way the seam of his jeans was pressing just right under his balls and sending little shivers up his spine each time he shifted in his seat, and his voice came out too low all sex rough.
“Yeah yeah.” Koyama twisted, so he could grab his lap-top bag from the wheel well and shimmied out of the car on legs that didn’t look entirely steady. “Pop the hood.”
YamaPi did moving on some sort of autopilot, hitting the hood release, and Jin was still sitting there, dick out, sprawled and lazy in the bucket seat giving him a dark look. Colour was still riding high on his cheeks from his orgasm and his mouth was all puffy from break-neck kisses.
“Koyama will be a bit disabling all the security and wiping the satnav and the anti-theft shit. Pretty sure I promised you something. That was some exceptional driving after all.”
“Yeah, yeah okay.”
Koyama whined the entire time Jin had YamaPi bent over the open the door kneeling on his own t-shirt and holding his ass open, but fair was fair. Besides YamaPi was a bit too distracted to care.
Pairing: Jin x YamaPi x Koyama
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Grand theft auto
Summary: A car-theft goes a little pear-shaped, but it’s not so bad.
Notes: Happy VD, written a little bit for EVERYONE. And a special place in my heart and my thanks goes out to my beta
sanjihan. Also, THIS is a GT3 RS.There were supposed to be two cars. YamaPi grit his teeth; the streets were flashing past and sirens wailed like angry banshees in the background.
It had all been going good; he’d spotted the new Porche 911 GT3 RS right where intel had said it would be, sitting all pretty and ripe for the picking, but there was supposed to be a BMW M3 too, and it wasn’t there. Leaving someone behind wasn’t really an option since Interpol was onto them and the ferry left too soon.
That’s about when it all went pear-shaped.
YamaPi shifted down two gears in time with the breaks and turned hard, listening to the tires scream across the intersection as he accelerated out of the corner- Koyama made a strained sound and YamaPi bit his lip, reminding himself not to fling the car about so much. The thing about the 911 GT3-RS was instead of having back seats it had a roll cage.
“Sorry.” He muttered. Jin grunted.
Jin was sitting in the passenger seat, one arm braced against the dash and the other curled as tightly as he could around Koyama’s narrow hips. Koyama was facing him, kneeling on the seat, one hand around Jin’s shoulders and the other on the roof to try and hold himself in place. YamaPi could see them out of the corner of his eye, every time he checked left to catch the traffic around them.
The highway was a bad idea; he was in a sports car, a rather easily spottable expensive sports car with a huge wing that made the low curves hug the road like a long lazy fuck, but still not subtle. On the highway he’d be too easily spotted going in a straight line, even if he was faster than the usual police Crown Vic in a zero-to-sixty.
“Hang on.” YamaPi said and Koyama laughed, a high and nervous kind of sound, pressing tighter against Jin’s chest, hiding his face against his hair.
The light was green and he followed it to the last second, hitting the e-brake and swinging them around roughly in a scream of tires and blaring horns. One of the police cars flew past them, unprepared for the sudden turn, but the other was a little further back and followed him round.
“Bring it up into the mountains and use the back roads to get back to the harbour.” Jin’s voice was low and rough, and seriously?.
“If you come, I swear I am pushing you off the boat.” YamaPi snarled, sparing them a glance, and Koyama’s face was all pink on pale, fear and adrenaline and the smooth spicy sent of Jin’s aftershave.
“Try me.” Jin’s fingers curled, pressing just under the hem of Koyama’s shirt exposing a strip of tanned lower back.
“Fuck. You.” YamaPi hissed; following the snaking suburban roads and pushing the three point eight litre flat six until she purred her contentment. Cars like these were meant to be pushed, to be edged all night like a whore and ridden hard past the finish line. He took a series of sharp corners, sliding though an intersection in a drift and tapping the e-brake to cut the over-steer, and the cop car slid across and spun in a clumsy half circle giving him more time to eat up a bit of a lead.
Which of course meant that Koyama had to cling tighter to Jin to avoid being tossed around by the G-force. He was making these soft sounds, breathing audibly and it was blowing YamaPi’s concentration.
There was something a little sexy about the red and blue flash in the rear-view, like a modern day Bonnie and Clyde, and something even more inherently erotic about high performance cars, the smooth lines of German engineering and the vibration of the engine through the seats pressing against his ass. He gripped the wheel a little tighter, supple leather not giving at all under his fingers.
The road evened out, passing from suburbia to a major street, and he blew through the red light easily, sliding into between cars and into the spotty traffic to a blare of horns before slowing down to just over the speed limit and attempting to look casual.
“I hate you two.” He said, heart still thundering in his ears, pulse throbbing through him and making him feel overly warm. Koyama took his hand off the roof so he could lace them both in Jin’s hair. Gave him a wide-eyed faux innocent look, like the rise of his dick wasn’t pressing into Jin’s stomach.
“Me?” Jin’s hands moved from his waist to grab his ass, and Koyama moaned, too loud in the enclosed space.
“I hate you so much.” He switched into the right-hand lane so he could speed past a bulky station wagon, GM of some sort.
“You love it.” Jin groaned, and he was obviously pressing Koyama down against him, digging his feet into the carpet so he could push up, body rolling like a wave between Koyama’s slim thighs.
“You two are indecent.” YamaPi whined, well he wouldn’t have called it a whine, but Jin and Koyama would have. It wasn’t fair he needed to keep his eyes front and center, and his hands ten and two, because wrecking stolen cars was not hot
“You love it.” Koyama licked his lips and leaned down to kiss Jin, slick sloppy kisses with a sound track of their own. The kiss broke with twin groans of pleasure and YamaPi did everything he could to not stare at them eyes on the road, little white lines flicking by under the front corner and the sparse traffic. Koyama followed up the kiss with little kitten licks into Jin’s mouth, pink tongues touching and twisting, leaving both of their mouths all soft and wet looking.
“How about this,” Jin said voice in that raspy off-tone that burned low in YamaPi’s gut, “I’ll eat you out, then suck you off while you ride my fingers when we stop to let Koyama do his thing but you need to get us there.”
YamaPi swallowed hard, fingers tightening on the steering wheel, Jin could do obscene things with that gorgeous mouth of his. Koyama whined, rolling his hips down in shallow jerky movements, jeans stretched too tight across his thighs. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? He was saved from the desperate little ‘please’ that was trying to make it past his lips by the red and blue flashing lights in the rear-view and the beginning call of the police siren.
“Fuck.” YamaPi hissed. “They’re back.”
“Rain-check.” Jin squeezed his ass and moved his arms back up around narrow hips.
“You’ll never take me alive copper.” Koyama grinned, holding on tight as the car accelerated, leaving the surrounding traffic behind.
YamaPi needed to bring the car onto the highway briefly to get up to the mountain pass, and they narrowly missed a Mazda as they sped through the onramp sliding around the clover-leaf tail of the car kicking out as traction control fought their forced spin. YamaPi jerked the wheel hard to the left and ceramic brakes worked their anti-lock and for a tense moment he thought he’d lost control of the car, but the wheels gripped the road and a little more acceleration had them slipping through two lanes of traffic and straightening out in time to shoot off down the fast lane.
The police sirens chased them down, two cars again.
He weaved in an out of traffic for a few miles to the exit he was looking for. The road slimmed down to two lanes, and YamaPi was driving in the incoming more often than not, avoiding civilian traffic. But it had the added bonus of slowing down the rozzers too. The last thing he needed was one of the cars trying to pit them while they were almost flying; they’d spin round and round until they ended wrapped around one of the trees and then they would be scraping them out of the car with spatulas. The exit to the small logging road he wanted flew by, but the police were too close yet. He didn’t have the fuel to lead them on a full chase, he’d need to do something a little more dramatic if they were going to lose their unwanted escort.
“You’re going to want to hold on tight.” YamaPi grit out, sliding in between a pick-up truck going one way and a beetle going the other.
“Alright.” When the distance looked right and there were no cars he let the police catch up, just enough so that they were on his tail and he could read the emblazoned writing on the hood. Two cars single-file just on the rear bumper. With a deep breath, he slammed on the e-brake and jerked the car hard, it swung around as if it was on a pivot point, and he released the break out of the J-turn and rode the accelerator hard; the wheels spun, desperately trying to convert torque into motion and Koyama sobbed something incoherent where he’d been pressed up against the door. It was a little harder to turn that way but he couldn’t swing around the passenger side or he probably would have got a lapful of Koyama himself and then they would have gone into a tree.
The wheels caught on the black-top lurching them forward and he pushed her into second easily, bringing her up past third and into forth as the engine soared through the rev count. The road was clear and the police cruisers were way behind them now. There were a number of small, branching roads from this point, look out points and parking lots for campers and hikers alike. YamaPi swung them onto a less-used dirt path and the Porsche’s rear wheel drive spun on the dirt and the traction control grappled with the change from tarmac. But she was a fabulous car, the soft suspension meaning that aside from a few jolts they were flying down the dirt road without much trouble.
“Are you okay?” YamaPi asked, not able to risk a glance in case there were any rocks to pose a threat to the undercarriage, not to mention the whole forest.
“Probably going to bruise.” Koyama laughed breathlessly, not really sounding put out at all.
“You’re close aren’t you?” Jin laughed, a slightly mocking tone he inexplicably only took on with Koyama.
“Yes.” Koyama said another tight little laugh.
YamaPi could only wonder, his stomach was tight and his hands would probably be shaking if they were not wrapped tightly around the steering wheel.
“You’re so easy.” Jin growled, and they hit another little dip which tore a painful sounding moan from Koyama’s throat. His own cock jerked a little at the familiar sound, and Jin chuckled darkly. “Come on, you know you want to come for me.”
“Jin.” Koyama whined, voice too high, strung out and taught. He couldn’t really pull back to give himself any leverage, he could only cling to Jin as the car swerved to stick to the clearest parts of the road. He couldn’t risk any damage to the suspension or the drive shaft. “Please. Fuck.”
“Go on then. Come in your pants.”
“Jin.” YamaPi was half shocked to find that was his voice all strangled sounding. Road, focus.
“Rub off on me like a bitch.” Jin said and that was it.
YamaPi had half a mind to slam on the breaks if only so he could watch, instead he grit his teeth and listened, stomach tightening wildly as Koyama got off next to him, sobbing with the force of it, voice shivering.
“Shit.” Jin swore and Koyama whimpered.
There was a small branch-off, which was technically the starting point for a hiking trail that no one used since a few people had slipped off the edge and died. YamaPi pulled the car into a stop and Koyama hissed.
His face was all pink, eyes pressed tight as Jin pressed his palms against his lower back forcing him to arch and dip his hips. YamaPi could only stare at the way Jin’s mouth had gone all loose and pretty, as he rode up hard, grinding up against Koyama’s weight.
Koyama sobbed with it, digging his hands into Jin’s shoulders and twisting like he wanted to push away and get closer at the same time, helpless little jerks of his hips and he had to sensitive now. Jin was scrambling for his fly, fingers sliding over his jeans and getting them out of the way, it seemed as if his fingers had just touched the head when he was coming thick and messy all over his own stomach, all but shoving Koyama out of the way to get to his own cock.
The car ticked around them, the engine cooling, much like the way their breath was slowing. Well Jin and Koyama, YamaPi felt about fit to explode.
“Why did you make me come in my pants?” Koyama whined, and Jin smirked at him, looking up through his bangs. “I’m going to have to spend the whole ferry ride all sticky and smelling like sex.”
YamaPi swallowed hard on nothing, his mouth gone dry.
“We should get moving.” He managed, ignoring the way the seam of his jeans was pressing just right under his balls and sending little shivers up his spine each time he shifted in his seat, and his voice came out too low all sex rough.
“Yeah yeah.” Koyama twisted, so he could grab his lap-top bag from the wheel well and shimmied out of the car on legs that didn’t look entirely steady. “Pop the hood.”
YamaPi did moving on some sort of autopilot, hitting the hood release, and Jin was still sitting there, dick out, sprawled and lazy in the bucket seat giving him a dark look. Colour was still riding high on his cheeks from his orgasm and his mouth was all puffy from break-neck kisses.
“Koyama will be a bit disabling all the security and wiping the satnav and the anti-theft shit. Pretty sure I promised you something. That was some exceptional driving after all.”
“Yeah, yeah okay.”
Koyama whined the entire time Jin had YamaPi bent over the open the door kneeling on his own t-shirt and holding his ass open, but fair was fair. Besides YamaPi was a bit too distracted to care.
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Date: 2011-02-15 09:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-03-02 03:32 am (UTC)MY VD present to lovelies such as yourself.
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Date: 2011-02-16 04:37 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-02-18 01:57 am (UTC)I LOVE YOU.
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Date: 2011-02-19 03:15 pm (UTC)that was... really hot. what a ride *___*
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Date: 2011-03-02 03:34 am (UTC)