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Yugo and Kento rp [part 2 of 10]
All warnings are the same as in Part 1!
Kento accepted the beer from Yugo with a smile and a shrug. "It's nice that he can do so much on his own now, right?" he said, popping the can open. "He seems like a good kid... But I guess you're pretty much the best dad he could ask for, right?" Not that it was something Kento thought about much, but if anyone he knew seemed like they would be a good dad, it was definitely Yugo. "You should definitely come see the dance recital, though. Jinsei is going to blow all the other kids out of the water," he told Yugo with a grin. Not that he had really been worried, since there was no way a child of his could not like dancing, but he had still been so proud and happy when Jinsei told him how much fun dance class was and how excited he was to be going onstage with a costume just like his parents.
"He can be too independent at times," Yugo responded with a laugh, opening his beer as well and sighing tiredly after a long day. "He wants to help with everything now. It's cute, but I wish I could convince him that driving the car is something he can't help with quite yet." Despite how stressful being a dad was, though, he couldn't help but smile thinking about his baby, and it was cute, somehow, to see Kento behave the same way. Kento, who had been so narcissistic (he was one of Yugo's best friends, but it was hard to deny) in his youth, somehow seemed to be shaping into a great dad, as well, and Yugo nodded at his invitation. "We'll do our best. It's pretty doubtful that his dad will be able to make it, but… I'm sure I could find time to bring him." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, however, he regretted them; what on earth had possessed him to bring Jesse into this? It wasn't as if Jesse was close friends with anyone in Sexy Zone, so why would Kento care whether or not he could come? There was no need to bring Yugo's problems into this, especially when he was trying to forget how lonely he was with Kento; pitying himself was only going to make it worse. And so, forcing an awkward laugh, he shrugged, looking away.
"He'll be missing a great show~" Kento said, grinning. "Actually, probably more like a great dance, and then prepare yourself to sit through a million other people's kids who you don't know..." He laughed and shrugged. "I'm sure it'd be fun for Taira to see... It'd be pretty great if they started taking dance classes together, right?" It felt a little ridiculous to Kento that during his evening out he was still talking about his kids, but... he was proud of them, in the end, and he knew Yugo must feel the same way. He smiled and looked over at Yugo, leaning back against the couch and re-crossing his legs as he sipped his beer.
Yugo pushed his thoughts of Jesse out of his mind, laughing and nodding along with Kento. "Well, I'm sure Jinsei will make up for it, if he's anything like his dad," he replied with a wink, elbowing Kento teasingly. It was funny, to have gone from being teenagers together to being dads together, especially since they had lost contact in between, and Yugo sighed happily. "If Taira starts dance classes, I'm sure he'd love to be with Jinsei," he replied, glad for any excuse for Taira to make new friends. While he was generally an energetic and positive child, it was occasionally rough for him, looking different than all the other kids in his class, and so anything to bolster his confidence was good in Yugo's book. It was great, though, that Jinsei had already found something he liked, and something that he could share with his dad, at that (unlike English, which was still mostly a mystery to Yugo), and Yugo was beginning to look forward to the dance recital, no matter how long and boring it ended up being. "Being in a dance show at age five is a big accomplishment," he commented, taking a sip of his drink and smiling warmly. "You and Shori-kun must be so proud of him."
Kento grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at Yugo's compliment, but his grin faded a little at the mention of Shori. They had fought again that day, over something stupid of course, but then Shori had gotten annoyed about him going out at night, and Kento had said some things he sort of regretted now... But it was fine, he told himself, it was just stupid fights and stress and not enough time to sleep or have sex... He put his smile back on, laughing a little and nodding. "We are," he agreed. "He's so good at dancing for his age, you won't believe it." Somehow it didn't sound as relaxed as before, though, and he took another sip of his drink, trying to clear his head.
Kento's sudden change of demeanor didn't slip by Yugo, and he frowned, leaning forward a little and trying to catch Kento's gaze. "Is everything okay?" he asked carefully, hoping he hadn't said anything wrong. Not that he expected Kento to fly off the handle at him, or anything, but he was already growing to depend on these evenings with Kento, especially now that Jesse was gone for almost a month, and the last thing he wanted was for Kento to be unhappy. But maybe Yugo wasn't the only one with stress-- Kento did have a baby at home, after all; if Yugo recalled correctly, Ryusei was only 1 year old, and that had to be rough when Kento and Shori were both working full time. And so, "Stress at home?" he prompted, wanting Kento to know that Yugo was willing to listen if he wanted to talk about anything.
Kento sighed, sinking further into the couch cushions and letting the mostly-fake smile drop. Of course Yugo would be able to tell the moment he started thinking about his problems... But he trusted Yugo, they'd been friends for years and Kento already felt like they were just as close as they had been as kids, so if anyone was going to realize he was having problems, he supposed he would want it to be Yugo. And a little complaining would probably make him feel better, right? "Just... stupid fights," he said, shrugging. "It's nothing big, but... I guess we don't agree on a lot of stuff." Kento took another sip of his beer, not looking at Yugo. "And with the baby, neither of us is getting enough sleep or time away or time together or whatever... at least, I don't think so." It felt weird to say it all out loud, and he felt a little bad suddenly bringing his problems into their relaxing time, but at the same time... somehow, it felt good to admit it to someone he trusted like Yugo.
When Kento began talking, Yugo straightened a little looking at Kento despite the fact that Kento clearly didn't want to make eye contact. Kento didn't mention his name, but it became clear quickly that he was talking about Shori-kun, and he bit his lip, falling back into the couch slightly. So he wasn't the only one whose marriage wasn't perfect, then. Kento's problems sounded worse, though, if they were actually fighting, and while Yugo knew having an infant was stressful, he hoped that the toll wasn't too great on Kento and Shori-kun's relationship. Kento seemed to be trying to make it seem like it was no big deal, but Yugo could tell that he was upset, and he tentatively nudged Kento slightly with his shoulders, nothing too invasive, but something to show that Yugo was here for him. After all, they had been closer than close as teenagers, and even now, it seemed almost as if they had never left off, and Yugo wanted to do anything he could to help. "That… sucks," he replied dumbly, not really knowing what to say, what he could say in the face of something like that. "I… guess I know how you feel about not getting enough time together…" And that was stupid, because this was about Kento, and not him… but yet, it felt like they had something in common.
Kento leaned a little into Yugo's shoulder, sighing and shrugging again. "Yeah... it kind of sucks," he admitted, looking down at his drink. "It's like... sometimes you wish things could go back to the way they used to be, you know?" It wasn't something he liked to think about a lot, because it wasn't like he could ever wish his kids didn't exist, but he couldn't deny that he missed the way things used to be sometimes, with his band and his friends and especially with Shori. But Yugo had said he knew how Kento felt, and when Kento thought about it, that made sense. Yugo had a kid, too, after all, and he wasn't a crazy person like Fuma, so if he was always taking care of Taira... especially while Jesse was on tour... "I guess you and Jesse must not get as much time together as you used to, either," he said, glancing over at Yugo.
Yugo swallowed when he felt Kento lean on him, bolstering himself and leaning a little closer, allowing Kento whatever support he needed. Kento wasn't someone to let down his defenses and show weakness this way, and so if he was really leaning on Yugo-- literally-- Yugo knew it must be worse than he was making it out to be. "I… I know," he replied, feeling selfish but unable to keep his mind from drifting back to his old problems. Back before Jesse was debuted, back when they were younger… everything had seemed so bright, so promising. But while Yugo loved Jesse and loved Taira and loved their family and their life together, whether or not he wanted to admit it, their jobs were tearing them apart, what with Jesse's traveling and working late and Yugo's complete inability to achieve what Jesse had in Johnny's. Still, he didn't want to complain, because it wasn't his place, especially when Kento needed him, especially when it wasn't anyone's fault but maybe Yugo's own, for joining Johnny's a little too late, for being a little too plain, a little too clumsy. And so, with a sigh, he nodded, trying not to pity himself too much. "Yeah…" he trailed, letting his head fall onto Kento's shoulder and suddenly wondering who was supporting who, "honestly, it feels like he's away more than he's home…"
Kento had had no idea that Yugo was also having problems with his husband, but he sounded pretty upset, and when he thought about it... well, he could hardly imagine what it would be like to be left alone for weeks on end to care for his kids by himself, or what it would do to his relationship to be apart more than they were together. Putting an arm around Yugo, he squeezed his shoulder, finishing the last of his beer. "Sometimes it's like, why do things have to change, right?" It felt a little pathetic to be sitting there complaining about their husbands together, but at the same time, admitting his problems to Yugo, or maybe just having Yugo there leaning against him had made Kento feel a little better somehow, a little warmer inside, and it wasn't just the beer, he thought, leaning a little closer.
Kento's arm around Yugo's shoulders startled him; it was almost new all over again, despite how long he had known Kento. After all, they had all but lost contact for years, had only gotten close again over the past few weeks… but something about Kento's touch just felt right, and Yugo slouched further into him, feeling as if for once, it was okay for him to collapse under the weight of his problems. "I know it's his job but… even when he's in Tokyo, he's always working late, and Taira misses him so much, and…" And then there was Yugo. But what did he have to say for himself when most of his complaints were trivial and selfish? Still, as awful and pathetic as he felt, if there was anyone who might understand, unexpectedly, it seemed like it might be Kento, and so he sighed, voice wavering as he finished quietly, "And he's always off filming movies or doing concerts or recording singles while I've got no career… and sometimes it seems like I've got no husband, either." And that really sounded pathetic, like Yugo was some teenager wallowing in self pity, but when he constantly had to bolster himself up every day, to tell himself that his problems were minimal and that what mattered was taking care of Taira, was helping the little juniors with their choreography, was keeping everything running smoothly so that Jesse would have nothing to worry about when he did come home… letting go felt good, too good, almost, like he was giving in to weakness and wouldn't be able to pull himself back up again…
But why do things have to change, Kento was saying, and the words felt like a kick to Yugo's gut, because as much as he hated to think about it, it was true. Things had been so good before… before everything had gone downhill, and… "Do you want another beer?" he asked Kento suddenly, forcing himself to his feet and moving to the kitchen without waiting for much of an answer. He couldn't let himself sink, couldn't let himself wallow, but with two new drinks in hand, it was too tempting, and back on the couch, he found himself, leaning into Kento's side again, nestled against him like it wasn't Kento who had been upset to begin with, but Yugo all along. "Why did things have to change?" he asked vaguely, knowing the thought was dangerous and yet unable to keep it at bay. Jesse debuting had really been the beginning of the end, he thought, but now that he was considering it, maybe the problem had started earlier. "…Why did B.I.Shadow have to fall apart…?" he wavered, feeling smaller and weaker by the moment. If Yugo's life had really hit its peak and headed downward when he was seventeen years old, he was more pathetic than he thought.
Kento hadn't thought much about what Yugo's life must be like since they had lost touch, but hearing him talk about watching his husband grow more and more famous while he had basically no career--and that was a harsh way of putting it, but Kento knew that if he had been in Yugo's place, with no chance of debut, he would have said the same thing--it sounded... well, it sounded pretty awful if Kento was being totally honest. Accepting the beer from Yugo, he let Yugo lean back into him, replacing his arm around Yugo's shoulders. He didn't often think about B.I.Shadow anymore, but he definitely sometimes wondered if things could have turned out differently, and now, thinking about how Yugo might have had a debut after all... it definitely made him wonder. "I don't know," he answered honestly, squeezing Yugo's shoulder again. "We were really pretty much the best junior unit ever, weren't we?"
Yugo laughed honestly at Kento's words, nodding into his shoulder as he opened the new drink and took a sip. It was best not to think about the bad things, he told himself, best just to talk about happier topics, happier times, and so he hummed thoughtfully, his fingers somehow finding their way to play with the fabric of Kento's sleeve. "I don't know… when you think about Ya-ya-yah, JJ Express, KanJani8, MAIN… we have a lot of competition," he responded after a moment, a smile curling up at the corners of his lips despite how weighted down by tiredness and depression he felt. "Then again… we were pretty amazing. Remember how people even brought uchiwas of our names to Hey! Say! JUMP concerts? Crazy." They had been quite popular, and while Kento certainly saw more uchiwas with his name than he could ever feasibly count, B.I.Shadow had been the peak for Yugo. "And they wrote our own songs for us for Shounen Club… those were the days."
Kento shook his head, smiling a little. "They all have nothing on B.I.Shadow," he said definitively. "Forget about uchiwas, girls dressed up as us for concerts!" He looked down at Yugo, still leaning against his shoulder, and he was glad to see that Yugo was smiling a little again. He really did think they had been the best--how could a group made up of Kento, Fuma, Yugo, and Hokuto go wrong, after all? Performing their songs on Shounen Club had been great, too, when they'd been so young and excited to be on TV performing their very own song... It had been an amazing feeling, and as he thought back to it, without thinking he started to sing a few bars of "Lalalila" under his breath. Laughing a little, he took another sip of his beer, leaning his head on top of Yugo's. "We were so excited to be the stars of Shounen Club... and then to gross out Fuma and Hokuto back in our dressing room, right?"
Four for the dream, Kento was humming, and Yugo's heart squeezed in his chest at the memory. Three of them had achieved the dream, at least, but somehow, right here, right now, Yugo couldn't bring himself to be the magnanimous person he always was and forget his own wants to simply be happy for his friends. The four was what mattered, and the four of them had been so close, had shared so much that suddenly, with all the memories and the songs and sensations rushing back to him at once, it felt as if he might either explode or cry. But he managed to hold it in, instead pressing his face into Kento's shoulder as all the feelings from the past were brought back to the forefront of his mind, the four of them holding hands in the wings before a show, going out together after concerts, standing on the stage at NHK hall, just the four of them as the center of attention… and then of course, there were the late night sleepovers that he had shared with Fuma and the days remaking clothes with Hokuto, and with Kento… what hadn't he shared with Kento back then. "I remember," he replied quietly, shifting again so that his head was tucked into the crook of Kento's neck and taking another drink. He felt warm all over, whether from the beer or the memories he was unsure, and he nodded against Kento's shoulder once, slowly. But it hadn't been all about grossing Hokuto and Fuma out, and maybe it wasn't love-- honestly, Yugo couldn't remember anymore-- but it had been something, some sort of closeness that had been warm and real and wonderful at the time, and Yugo's smile grew slightly stronger at the memory. "And all the times that were just you and me, together…" he trailed, sighing wistfully, "I remember…"
Kento had meant the comment about his dressing room activities with Yugo to lighten the mood, but with Yugo's head tucked against his neck and Yugo warm all against his side, the memories were suddenly all the more vivid, the stage adrenaline and adolescent exploration and feeling closer to each other than to either Fuma or Hokuto... which was saying a lot, since their whole group had been so close. He smiled at the memory, unconsciously pulling Yugo closer. "We had so much fun together, didn't we?" he said, smirking a little. There had been nothing to stop them from having as much fun as they wanted back then, whether that meant going out as a group after concerts or throwing parties or having sex in any number of places, and it was fun to think back to it now, to reminisce about it with Yugo, who seemed to understand what Kento missed about it.
"We did," Yugo replied warmly, taking a deep breath and appreciating the scent of Kento so close to him, the warmth of his body against Yugo's. It felt like it had been a long time since Yugo had had this sort of physical comfort, and he couldn't help but sink further into Kento, feeling as if this was exactly what he needed, what he had always needed, had needed for a long time now, at least. And he had basically pushed it out of his mind a long time ago, all but forgotten what he and Kento had had together in their adolescence, but now, leaning against Kento and listening to him talk about their time together and feeling him breathe, he couldn't help but think that maybe that had been a mistake, somehow. It had been so incredibly teenage and stupid, but at the same time… Kento had made him feel special, had made him feel wanted, had made him feel as if there would always be someone there for him, who understood him… and now, somehow, they had come full circle and that was what Yugo wanted more than anything. "Just the two of us together…" he trailed, and it was true, really, that they had something special, something different, something above what they had with the rest of B.I.Shadow, "Always having you there for me… was such an amazing feeling."
Listening to Yugo talk, it almost felt like his words were still true, like it was just the two of them hanging out like old times, leaning on each other on the couch in B.I.Shadow's dressing room at Shounen Club or Kento's house when his parents weren't home. All the happy memories and Yugo against him and the beer were combining to make him feel so warm inside, and it had been a long time since Kento had felt quite like this, like there wasn't anything else in the world he had to worry about right now besides Yugo pressed close to him, Yugo's hair against his cheek, and before he knew quite what he was doing, Kento was tilting his head to press his lips against Yugo's, the feeling somehow still familiar after so long.
Somehow, Yugo almost wasn't surprised when Kento kissed him. It was as if he had been waiting for this to happen, as if it was the next natural step, after sitting so close, sharing their troubles, opening up to and depending on one another, and it certainly felt natural, not foreign at all, even after so many years. Suddenly, Yugo was no longer an adult, no longer married with a child in the next room, but barely seventeen again, sharing intimacy like this with someone else for the first time. Somewhere in his brain, he knew that this was wrong, that he was and adult and was married and was responsible for the six-year-old who was sleeping just on the other side of the wall, but that part of him was overwhelmingly overpowered, toppled completely by how right it felt, after so long being alone, to truly feel wanted and supported and understood by someone. And so, startlingly quickly, the voice of reason faded away, was drowned out by the desire, the need for what had been painfully absent from his life for years now, and he kissed Kento back, easily falling into their old, hazy-but-not-forgotten pattern. It was amazing, how easy it was to remember now, how Yugo's head tilted just right seemingly all of its own accord, so that his lips fit together with Kento's just so, it was amazing how easy it was to yield to Kento, to trust him and let go of his defenses. Yugo's hands found their way to rest on Kento's shoulders, and it felt as if it had only been yesterday that they had last done this, it felt as if they fit together like puzzle pieces, and Yugo knew in an instant that this was what he needed, that this was what he had been needing for so long now.
When Yugo kissed Kento back, tilting his head so their lips fit together just right, just like they always had, it was so easy to feel like they were seventeen again, losing themselves in each other without a care in the world. Some part of Kento knew that this was a horrible idea, that he had a husband and kids waiting at home and that he most definitely did have a care in the world, but the press and slide of Yugo's mouth against his made it hard to remember, made it easy to forget anything but how much he needed this, needed Yugo. Because Yugo understood him, Yugo wanted him, if the way Yugo's mouth was opening for him was any indication, and Kento wanted him too. It had been a long time since he had felt quite like this, and he worked a hand into Yugo's hair, giving in to what he wanted and losing himself to the kiss.
Yugo's ability to think rationally was already all but out the window, but when Kento began to really kiss him with abandon, any thoughts beyond how much he wanted, how much he needed Kento were a lost cause, and he tilted his head a little further, pressing his lips to Kento's with equal urgency. It was amazing, not just because Kento was a good kisser, which he was, and then some, but because Yugo had all but forgotten what it was like to have someone there for him, someone to fall back on, and having that back in his life even in the vaguest sense was overwhelming. Wanting to be closer still somehow, Yugo moved his hands from Kento's shoulders to the sides of his face, Kento's skin a welcome sensation to his fingers. It wasn't enough though, and so Yugo angled their bodies slightly, so that he was leaning back against the arm of the sofa and Kento was above him, pressing against him, and Yugo made a small noise of satisfaction at the new position, because now that he had someone truly and tangibly here for him, he couldn't get enough.
Yugo's hands were cool against Kento's face, contrasting with his hot mouth, open and pliant under Kento's, letting Kento do whatever he wanted but still kissing back with just as much urgency as Kento felt, and the combined sensations were overwhelming, driving any remaining coherent thought from his mind. When Yugo moved so that Kento was pressing him into the arm of the sofa, it felt even better, Yugo's body pressing against his even more closely, and he moaned softly into the kiss, swallowing the noise Yugo made. Eventually Kento needed air, though, and he pulled back, panting, pressing their cheeks together and feeling Yugo's breaths coming just as quickly. "I want you," he whispered, nipping lightly at Yugo's bottom lip, already red and puffy from their kissing.
As Kento pressed him more firmly against the sofa, Yugo couldn't help but mewl into the kiss, his hands moving from Kento's face to his back in an attempt to pull him closer still. With Kento's whole body pressed against his own, Yugo practically felt lightheaded from the sensation; to know Kento was really here, was really kissing him, really wanted him was overwhelming, and when Kento nipped at his lip, he couldn't help but let out a quiet whimper. "I need you," he gasped in response, looking up at Kento through his lashes and feeling as if there was nothing in the world that he wanted except for Kento. But looking wasn't enough, and before he could even have stopped himself if he wanted to, he was leaning up to kiss Kento again, his fingers curling in the fabric of Kento's shirt as he arched up against Kento's body, anything to be closer, to be as close as possible.
It felt so good to have Yugo pressing up against him, pulling him closer and kissing him, and feeling Yugo underneath him and knowing that Yugo wanted him just as badly only made Kento want more. Pulling away from Yugo's mouth only to trail nips and kisses along Yugo's jaw and down his neck, Kento looked up at Yugo's flushed face when he reached the collar of Yugo's t-shirt, teasing at the hem of it with his fingers and feeling the heat of Yugo's skin underneath. Pushing the shirt up farther, he leaned back up to kiss Yugo again, murmuring against his lips, "I need you too," feeling more and more impatient as he pressed closer still.
Yugo couldn't hold back the noises in his throat at the sensation of Kento's mouth, his hands against Yugo's skin, small gasps turning into more substantial needy whines, and he kissed Kento back eagerly, impatiently when Kento's mouth was once more within reach. Sliding his hands down Kento's back, Yugo's hands slipped under the waistband of his pants, lingering for a moment in anticipation before curling around the hem of his shirt and pulling it free. Kento's body was between Yugo's hands and the buttons of Kento's shirt, but even still, the promise of the feeling of Kento's skin against his own was too enticing, and he pulled the shirt up as far as he could, his hands slipping underneath against the smooth skin of Kento's back. "Kento--" he gasped out against Kento's mouth, the name feeling somehow completely natural on his lips even after all these years.
Yugo sounded just as needy as Kento felt, and with Yugo's hands teasing under the waistband of his pants and then slipping up under his shirt, Kento couldn't wait any longer. Pulling away from Yugo again, he sat up, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, and it seemed to take far too long to get them all undone. Yugo, in the meantime, had pulled his t-shirt off in one smooth motion, and Kento's eyes traced down his chest, still lean and well muscled from dancing, a smirk finding its way onto his face despite his impatience. Finally pulling his shirt all the way off, Kento leaned forward again, pushing Yugo back onto the couch and climbing on top of him properly before kissing him again, pressing close and rolling their hips together, already wishing he had stopped to get out of his rather tight jeans.
Feeling Kento pushing him down, climbing on top of him sent a rush of anticipation and excitement through Yugo's body, and he kissed Kento back eagerly once he was back within reach. The amazing sensation of his bare skin against Yugo's chest only served to make Yugo feel even more needy, and his hands found their way back to Kento's shoulders, fingertips pressing into Kento's skin in any attempt to pull him closer still. When Kento rolled his hips, however, it was just too much, and Yugo broke the kiss with a breathy moan, rocking his hips back up in response to grind against Kento's. The feeling was overwhelming, and he arched up against Kento desperately, anything for more contact, anything to get that feeling again. Vaguely, some part of him felt like this ought to be embarrassing, that he was acting like a hormonal teenager all over again, but after spending so long alone, he needed Kento so badly that he simply couldn't wait.
The way Yugo clearly wanted Kento, wanted him badly, arching his hips up and moaning needily in a way that went straight to Kento's cock, only made Kento want Yugo more, and he rolled his hips against Yugo's more purposefully, feeling Yugo hard against him. "I want to feel you..." he murmured breathily, one hand finding its way to the waistband of Yugo's pants, fingering the button and rubbing teasingly against Yugo's cock through his pants. It was hard to tease for very long when Kento was so worked up himself, though, and he looked up at Yugo as he popped open the button, reaching into Yugo's pants to wrap his fingers around his cock.
Yugo had already been feeling overwhelmed with want even before Kento had touched him, but Kento's teasing was almost too much, and he cried out in surprise and pleasure at the sensation. "Kento--" he gasped out again with a strangled moan as he felt Kento's fingers deftly undoing the fastenings to his pants and slipping inside. He couldn't help but rock his hips up into Kento's touch, his fingers digging into Kento's shoulders now, his eyes squeezing shut. It really was a little embarrassing that he was getting so worked up so quickly, however, and he tried to catch his breath, swallowing and managing to open his eyes again, smiling hazily up at Kento through his flush and heavy breathing. Attempting to steady himself, he slid his hands down Kento's sides, enjoying the feeling of Kento's skin beneath his fingers until he found the waistband of Kento's pants, hands slipping to the button and fumbling it open. His fingers were shaking with desire, but he managed to pull Kento's pants all the way open, and he tugged at the waistband, anything to get the remaining fabric between them out of the way. He could tell already that Kento was just as hard as he was, and he wanted to give them both what they wanted, and to be even closer still.
If Kento hadn't been impatient before, feeling Yugo hot and hard and pressing into his hand and hearing the sounds he made as Kento touched him would certainly have been enough, and when Yugo looked up at him, flushed and panting and disheveled and smiling just for him, he felt like he really couldn't wait any longer. But a moment later, Yugo's hands were moving just where he wanted them, finally getting Kento's pants open, and Kento pressed his hips down into Yugo's touch, forgetting what his own hand was supposed to be doing for a moment. "Yugo--" he gasped, but with his pants in the way, it was hard to get any more, and he couldn't get a very good angle on Yugo, either, so after a moment he forced himself to pull away, tugging his pants off and tossing them aside, his eyes on Yugo the whole time.
Yugo whimpered before he could stop himself as he felt Kento pull away from him, shivering at the sudden loss of the warmth of Kento's body against his skin. After a moment of pouting at Kento longingly, however, he remembered that he was also wearing far too much clothing, and pushed himself up on his elbows, pulling at the waistband of his own pants and squirming out of them with some difficulty. Finally, though, he managed to remove the last of his clothes, and looked up to Kento again, unable to keep from staring at his body for a moment. But he wanted to do more than look, and so he reached out to Kento again, taking hold of one of his hands and pulling lightly, hoping to bring Kento close again, to feel his whole body against Yugo's now, with nothing in the way.
The sight of Yugo laid out on the couch, naked and flushed and hard and reaching out to Kento, was really a sight to see, and Kento gladly let Yugo pull him close again, kissing Yugo as soon as he was close enough. Straddling Yugo, he rocked their hips together, breaking the kiss a moment later to let out a moan at how much better it felt now that their clothes were no longer in the way. Slipping a hand in between them, he wrapped his fingers around both of their cocks, thrusting against Yugo a little and gasping at the feeling. "Want you..." he panted, stroking them together more purposefully.
Feeling Kento's skin hot against his own again, this time with nothing in the way, Yugo was overwhelmed with the sensation, and he clutched at Kento's back, arching up against him in any effort to get closer. When Kento suddenly touched him, however, thrusting against him and stroking with his hand at the same time, it was practically enough to destroy any last shreds of coherency Yugo had left, and he moaned at the feeling, grinding his hips back up against Kento's, into Kento's touch. Somewhere in the back of his mind, though, Kento's words registered, and he knew that he couldn't let go of himself quite yet. Forcing himself up on his elbows again, he groped blindly at the end table, his fingers finally curling around a tube of lotion that he left there when full days of taking care of a messy child left his hands dry at the end of the day. He pressed the tube into Kento's free hand, catching his eyes and giving him a needy look, hoping he understood that Yugo wanted him just as badly, so badly that he couldn't find the words to say so.
Kento held Yugo's gaze for a moment, feeling like they really were seventeen again, and they had done this so many times that they didn't have to say anything. Accepting the lotion from Yugo, his hands shaking a little with how badly he wanted this, he gave their cocks one last stroke before moving back to settle in between Yugo's legs, squeezing out some lotion to warm up between his fingers. "I want you so bad," he murmured, already wishing he was back pressed up against Yugo again, or at least touching himself or feeling Yugo touch him... But instead he started to press one slicked finger against Yugo's hole, pressing in slowly and palming Yugo's cock lightly with his other hand. Feeling Yugo around his finger made his breath catch and his cock twitch in anticipation, and he watched Yugo's face, slowly pressing further inside.
Another whimper escaped Yugo's lips as Kento moved away from him again, but he knew what had to come next, and so he bit his lip, spreading his legs for Kento relaxing. Kento made it easy, pressing slowly and gently inside of Yugo with one hand as he caressed Yugo's cock with the other, and after a moment, Yugo decided he was perhaps being even too gentle. Yugo was impatient, after all, missed the feeling of Kento's body against his own, and so he whimpered a little more urgently, rocking his hips pointedly against Kento's hand, hopefully to clue him in that Yugo was a seasoned pro at this and was ready to keep going. "Hurry--" he managed to gasp out, looking up at Kento though his lashes, "Need you… need you bad…"
The whimpers coming from Yugo's lips urged Kento on, making him feel more impatient by the moment, and when Yugo rocked his hips down against Kento's hand, Kento sucked in his breath at the sudden pulse of arousal he felt at Yugo's urgency. Yugo was quickly relaxing around his finger, though, and so he added a second, and then a third, fighting to keep his hands steady as he stretched Yugo open, pressing deeper inside. "You feel so good..." he told Yugo, pressing his fingers deeper and curling them slightly, looking for the right spot. "Are you ready?"
It was a small relief to feel Kento pressing two, then three fingers into him, knowing that soon, the wait would be over, but even still, Yugo was desperate to feel Kento's body against his again, and he couldn't help but whine in impatience. Suddenly, however, Kento was curling his fingers just right, and Yugo's mind was wiped clean as he was hit by a wave of unexpected pleasure. Crying out sharply, his back arched as he was temporarily distracted from his impatience, rocking his hips harder into Kento's touch, anything to press Kento's fingers farther insider of him.
Kento took Yugo's cries and the way he was pressing himself down onto Kento's fingers as a yes, and he let Yugo push against him for another moment before he couldn't wait any longer. Pulling his fingers out, he quickly slicked himself, hissing at the feeling of the lotion on his neglected cock. "Ready?" he said again, leaning back over Yugo and lining himself up. He couldn't help but moan softly as he finally started to press inside, because he was so turned on and Yugo felt so good... "Okay?" he managed to ask as he pressed in further, watching Yugo's flushed face.
The loss of Kento's fingers shocked Yugo back into reality, and he gave Kento a piteous look, nodding hurriedly at Kento's question. He wasn't left alone for long, however; after another moment, Kento's fingers were being replaced by a more insistent press, and Yugo spread his legs wider to ease the way, his breath catching in his throat at the sound of Kento's moan. Knowing that Kento was just as turned on and needy as Yugo was made him feel even more worked up, and he nodded again, trying to find words, trying to find any sort of coherency in his haze of arousal and anticipation. "Please… move--" he managed to gasp out, because having Kento all the way inside of him like this without moving at all was just a tease, hinting at the pleasure that was to come, and Yugo could only hold on for so long.
At Yugo's words, Kento started to move, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in, gasping at the feeling. Yugo felt amazing, and the way he was looking up at Kento so needily, his breath coming in gasps, drew another moan out of Kento as he lengthened his strokes, starting to build up a rhythm. "Feels so good..." he panted, whatever shreds of coherency he had left slipping away so he couldn't think about anything but Yugo underneath him and how good it felt.
Everything seemed too slow, too shallow, too cautious at first, and Yugo whined again, arching up against Kento and hoping he would be encouraged to keep moving. Sure enough, it wasn't long before Kento's thrusts became longer, deeper, harder, brushing close to where his fingers had been moments earlier, Yugo's whimpers turned to moans at the sensation of Kento deep inside of him, even better than his fingers had been. "Good--" he groaned out, fingers digging into the fabric of the couch as he tried to brace himself, to allow Kento to thrust even harder into his body, "More--?"
Kento was happy to give Yugo what he was asking for, thrusting harder and deeper, urged on by the noises coming from Yugo's lips. The way Yugo was arching up into his thrusts gave him an even better angle, and he sped up his rhythm, his own moans answering Yugo's. It was all overwhelmingly good, and he couldn't bring himself to care that this was probably going to be over embarrassingly quickly when Yugo was groaning out encouragements underneath him and rocking into Kento's thrusts. He wanted more, like he couldn't get enough, and he braced himself with one hand so that he could wrap the other around Yugo's cock, feeling how hard he was, hearing how Yugo's moans stuttered at his touch.
As Kento began to speed up even more, thrusting into Yugo deeper and more forcefully and finally to just the right spot, Yugo couldn't help but cry out, slamming his hips up even harder to meet Kento's thrusts. The pleasure was overwhelming as it was, but when Kento suddenly touched Yugo, he felt for a moment as if he couldn't breathe, as if nothing else in the world could possibly feel as good as this moment. Moaning loudly, he threw an arm around Kento's shoulders, pulling him closer for a sloppy kiss. Even if he had to break away after another second when the pleasure became too much to contain, he didn't know how better to convey just how amazing Kento was making him feel.
Kento kissed Yugo back, moaning into his mouth before Yugo pulled away again and trying to keep up the rhythm of his hand and his hips despite the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him. It felt so good, and he knew it must feel so good for Yugo, too, if his moans and cries were anything to go by. He wanted to hear more, to make Yugo feel even better, and he kept stroking Yugo's cock, running his thumb over the head and feeling just how much Yugo was leaking. "Yugo--" he gasped out, his hips snapping down to meet Yugo's, his voice trailing back into a moan.
Kento's pace seemed to grow more and more frenzied with every passing moment as he slammed harder and harder into Yugo's body, and Yugo could hardly contain himself, his moans and cries growing louder with every movement. It wasn't long before he couldn't hold on any longer, however, and soon he was coming, spilling himself over Kento's hand, a wail of Kento's name on his lips as he collapsed back onto the sofa, completely overwhelmed with pleasure.
Kento was already on the edge when he felt Yugo tighten around him, spilling over his hand and crying out Kento's name, and that was all Kento needed to get him the rest of the way there, crying out in answer as he spilled himself inside of Yugo. Panting, he collapsed on top of Yugo, leaning his head on Yugo's chest and feeling like he never wanted to move again, despite the mess between them.
Even as he felt Kento collapse on top of him, Yugo still felt sated and sleepy, and it took what little strength he had left to adjust, untangling their bodies slightly so that Kento was leaning more comfortably against him, his head resting on Yugo's shoulder. After such amazing sex, just laying together this way felt wonderful, and Yugo let his hand fall to the small of Kento's back, fingers making small circles against his skin as Yugo snuggled against Kento in a daze of contentment. Some niggling place in the back of his mind was trying to remind him that there were responsibilities he needed to remember, but he felt so comfortable and so content that he couldn't bring himself to want to care. Still, he supposed, they'd have to clean up at some point, despite how much Yugo was trying to ignore the unpleasant stickiness between them, and they'd have to gather their various articles of clothes from around the room-- after all, it wouldn't do to have Taira finding his dad's underwear strewn about the apartment, or worse, some strange man who wasn't his dad's underwear…
But then, suddenly, he realized that Taira finding Kento's clothes around the house was the least of Yugo's problems when Kento wasn't supposed to have slept over, and definitely wasn't supposed to have slept with Yugo while Taira's other dad was out of town. It felt like someone had punched Yugo in the gut-- what had he been thinking? He hadn't been thinking, he supposed, but that didn't change the fact that he had just cheated on his husband, and he had no excuse. And not only that-- he had done it with his six-year-old son asleep in the next room. What if Taira had woken up and come to find his dad? It was unthinkable, and suddenly, Yugo felt as if he was going to cry. He couldn't move, he could barely think… Because what was he going to do? What had he done?
Kento sighed contentedly at the way Yugo was rubbing his back, feeling warm and content and sated like he hadn't in a long time. They should do this more often, he found himself thinking lazily, snuggling his head against Yugo's shoulder and melting into his touch. As his thoughts began to clear a little bit, though, the events of the evening began to come back into Kento's mind, like the fact that they were on Yugo's couch... and that Yugo's son was asleep in the next room... and that they were both most definitely married to other people. Somehow, without even thinking about it, Kento had just cheated on Shori, his husband who, even if they had been fighting, he loved. He didn't know what he'd been thinking, and suddenly, all the calm was drained from the moment, replaced with a feeling of dread, because this couldn't end well. Pushing himself off of Yugo gingerly, Kento sat up, biting his lip and glancing nervously at Yugo, not sure how he would react to what they'd just done.
Yugo pressed his palms to his face, feeling entirely too overwhelmed to deal with the situation and somehow too humiliated to look Kento in the eye. How could he have let this happen? How had it even happened? He couldn't remember now; it was all a haze of loneliness and want and the need for physical comfort, for someone to be there in his life to fill the void that Jesse left empty too often, and it was pathetic, really, that it had come to this. Yugo had known what he was signing on for when he married a debuted Johnny's talent… how had he become so irresponsible? When Jesse found out that Yugo had cheated on him… certainly, he would be forgiving; Jesse was always loving and understanding and forgiving, but how could he really fully forgive and forget when Yugo had turned around and slept with another man while he was away on tour? And Taira, how could he explain this to Taira? In one swift action, Yugo had, it seemed, destroyed his entire life, and if things were painful and lonely now, he thought miserably, the could only get worse once Jesse knew about this, once he no longer trusted Yugo to be a faithful husband, to be a responsible father…
But Yugo was all of those things, he was and he always had been and he worked so hard to make sure everything was right for Jesse and for Taira when nothing felt right in his own life… and so who could fault him for making a mistake? He was stressed and tired and miserable in his day to day life, and the thought of making things worse was too terrible to bear. And so, without thinking, without removing his hands, "No one can ever find out about this," he said quietly, hoping Kento could understand, hoping that he, too, cared more about maintaining the equilibrium in his life. What would honesty do but hurt everyone involved, after all? It would never happen again, and so Jesse and Shori never had to know.
Kento didn't know what to do when Yugo covered his face, looking like he was about to cry or be sick or something, and he wrung his hands nervously, looking down at the couch between them. He didn't know what would happen if Shori found out, he had no idea how he would react, really, especially with the way their relationship was these days... He barely understood what had happened, though, because it wasn't like he had wanted to cheat on Shori, and he was married, for god's sake, it wasn't like he just went off and slept with other people without thinking about it... But somehow he had, somehow he and Yugo had gotten so caught up in the past and each other and... well, it had happened. When Yugo finally spoke, though, his words made perfect sense to Kento, or at least more sense than anything that had been going on in his head, because really, no one did have to know, right? They had fucked up, but if no one found out about it, then no one had to be hurt. Nodding, Kento looked over at Yugo. "It never happened, then?" he confirmed, feeling cold now that he was no longer touching Yugo.
Relief flooded Yugo when Kento agreed, and he nodded back, pushing himself up into a sitting position. If Kento wouldn't tell, then… then they could forget that this ever happened. No one would have to get hurt, not Jesse or Shori or Taira or Kento's kids, and no one would find out and hurt anyone Yugo or Kento loved through gossip and rumours, either. It was a mistake, nothing more than that, and they'd never let it happen again-- of course, how could they? It was a wonder to Yugo still how they'd ended up kissing in the first place, but it had to be a freak accident, a strange mixture of beer and memories. But the fact of the matter was that they both loved their husbands, and so this wouldn't ever happen again, and nothing would change. "It never happened," he agreed, nodding but still having some difficulty meeting Kento's eye, because, really, what did Yugo have to say for himself, even if Kento was equally guilty?
But he knew he'd have to put the awkwardness aside one way or another, and so, thus determined, Yugo surveyed the damage, but it seemed most of what was messy was the pair of them. Meeting Kento's gaze hesitantly, he nodded towards the back of the apartment. "Do you want the first shower, then?" he asked, but almost immediately recoiled; it was too close to something lovers said to one another, too close to what he said to Jesse even now on a regular basis, too close to what he'd said to Kento way back in the day… But there was no avoiding it now, it was just logistics, and so he bit his lip, looking back up at Kento again.
Kento nodded, pushing himself up off the couch, too eager to get away from the awkward situation to bring himself to let Yugo go first. He was inexperienced with guilt and awkwardness after sex; he'd never had any reason to feel bad about a sexual encounter before, because sex was amazing and fun and meant to be enjoyed as often as possible, in Kento's view, so whether it was casual sex or sex in a relationship, he hardly ever thought there was a reason to feel guilty or awkward after a sexual encounter with someone. But this was something else altogether, this was cheating on his husband of quite a few years, and the guilt in the pit of his stomach was completely unfamiliar and unpleasant. And the awkwardness with Yugo was almost worse, just when Kento had been enjoying finding his friendship with Yugo again after so long, and since when was sex supposed to ruin friendships? That was just bullshit that people like Hokuto and Fuma said, wasn't it? But when he and Yugo could barely look at each other, Kento wasn't sure what to think as he gathered up his clothes and hurried to the bathroom. He showered quickly, knowing that Yugo was cold and waiting and even more of a mess than Kento--and seriously, they hadn't even used a condom, how stupid could they get--before pulling his clothes back on, heaving a sigh at his reflection in the mirror before heading back out to the living room.
As soon as Kento left the room, Yugo's only distraction was gone, and he felt as if almost instantly, a weight was dropped on his shoulders. So long as they didn't tell anyone, this never had to become a problem, and yet… Yugo didn't know what he was going to do. On one hand, he knew he had to, but he couldn't imagine going on forever lying to Jesse, pretending to be the ideal husband when really, he had made a single but horrible mistake… but on the other hand, he was already dreading the loneliness that he was sure would set in as soon as Kento was out the door. They had just begun to become friends again, after so long, and if this had ruined everything, if Kento didn't want to spend time with him anymore… Yugo didn't know what he would do.
It was an awful feeling, being caught in between and knowing that on both sides, he would be forced to suffer, but eventually, Kento emerged from the shower looking wet and forlorn, and Yugo nodded to him, feeling even more disgusting and naked now that Kento was dressed and looking down at him from where he stood in the doorway. Swallowing his pride, Yugo stood, drawing his lips tight as he tried to think of what to say. "I guess… you're heading out, then?" he asked unable to quite meet Kento's eyes.
Kento nodded, biting his lip and forcing himself to look at Yugo. "I guess I should," he said, pausing but not making any move towards the door yet. Yugo looked so guilty and unhappy and just... not okay that Kento didn't want to leave, and this was bullshit, because why was having sex once stopping him from comforting his friend, from going back to how they had been earlier that evening? "It never happened," he said again, thinking about how he was going back home for the first time in a while with no plans to meet Yugo again, on top of no prospects of things getting much better with Shori anytime soon, and probably not much sex with Shori very soon, either. But it was better this way, it was better not to tell anyone, and maybe then they could move past it and keep being friends, too. "So... call me sometime?" he said, smiling a little at Yugo tentatively.
Yugo nodded slowly, trying to smile back at Kento. It was hard, though, when at the same time, the crushing guilt of what they had just done and the impending loneliness once Kento was out the door were threatening to overwhelm him. How had he gotten himself into this, he wondered, when now he was at the same time feeling like he had done something awful and was pushing away the only person he had left. "I'll… I'll call," he replied quietly, wondering how he was going to sort things out. "See you."
The sound of the door closing behind Kento felt practically like a stab to Yugo's chest, but he swallowed the feeling of isolation and headed to the shower-- after all, he was disgusting, needed to wash away the last of the evidence of what had happened. But being in the shower with no other distraction led to his mind wandering, and by the time he was clean and dry, he felt almost more miserable than he had before, if that were possible. He didn't know what he was going to do; without Kento, he had no one, not Fuma, who had Hokuto and his kids, not his old friends from when they were all juniors together, who had their own lives, their own jobs, their own families… And somehow, Yugo had been left with nothing.
But he couldn't think that way, he told himself, he didn't have nothing… even if Jesse didn't count for much comfort anymore (it was a horrible thought, but it was true, really, when Yugo was honest with himself), he had Taira, his baby, the single most important thing in Yugo's life, and he had to stay strong to take care of Taira. And so, once he was dressed, he dropped into Taira's room, giving him one last kiss goodnight (or perhaps in apology for being weak, for being an awful dad) before returning to his own room. It was probably going to be a long, sleepless night, but he had to at least try… after all, being a single dad was going to be just as much of a full-time job tomorrow as it had been yesterday, and the day before…
Part 3
Kento accepted the beer from Yugo with a smile and a shrug. "It's nice that he can do so much on his own now, right?" he said, popping the can open. "He seems like a good kid... But I guess you're pretty much the best dad he could ask for, right?" Not that it was something Kento thought about much, but if anyone he knew seemed like they would be a good dad, it was definitely Yugo. "You should definitely come see the dance recital, though. Jinsei is going to blow all the other kids out of the water," he told Yugo with a grin. Not that he had really been worried, since there was no way a child of his could not like dancing, but he had still been so proud and happy when Jinsei told him how much fun dance class was and how excited he was to be going onstage with a costume just like his parents.
"He can be too independent at times," Yugo responded with a laugh, opening his beer as well and sighing tiredly after a long day. "He wants to help with everything now. It's cute, but I wish I could convince him that driving the car is something he can't help with quite yet." Despite how stressful being a dad was, though, he couldn't help but smile thinking about his baby, and it was cute, somehow, to see Kento behave the same way. Kento, who had been so narcissistic (he was one of Yugo's best friends, but it was hard to deny) in his youth, somehow seemed to be shaping into a great dad, as well, and Yugo nodded at his invitation. "We'll do our best. It's pretty doubtful that his dad will be able to make it, but… I'm sure I could find time to bring him." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, however, he regretted them; what on earth had possessed him to bring Jesse into this? It wasn't as if Jesse was close friends with anyone in Sexy Zone, so why would Kento care whether or not he could come? There was no need to bring Yugo's problems into this, especially when he was trying to forget how lonely he was with Kento; pitying himself was only going to make it worse. And so, forcing an awkward laugh, he shrugged, looking away.
"He'll be missing a great show~" Kento said, grinning. "Actually, probably more like a great dance, and then prepare yourself to sit through a million other people's kids who you don't know..." He laughed and shrugged. "I'm sure it'd be fun for Taira to see... It'd be pretty great if they started taking dance classes together, right?" It felt a little ridiculous to Kento that during his evening out he was still talking about his kids, but... he was proud of them, in the end, and he knew Yugo must feel the same way. He smiled and looked over at Yugo, leaning back against the couch and re-crossing his legs as he sipped his beer.
Yugo pushed his thoughts of Jesse out of his mind, laughing and nodding along with Kento. "Well, I'm sure Jinsei will make up for it, if he's anything like his dad," he replied with a wink, elbowing Kento teasingly. It was funny, to have gone from being teenagers together to being dads together, especially since they had lost contact in between, and Yugo sighed happily. "If Taira starts dance classes, I'm sure he'd love to be with Jinsei," he replied, glad for any excuse for Taira to make new friends. While he was generally an energetic and positive child, it was occasionally rough for him, looking different than all the other kids in his class, and so anything to bolster his confidence was good in Yugo's book. It was great, though, that Jinsei had already found something he liked, and something that he could share with his dad, at that (unlike English, which was still mostly a mystery to Yugo), and Yugo was beginning to look forward to the dance recital, no matter how long and boring it ended up being. "Being in a dance show at age five is a big accomplishment," he commented, taking a sip of his drink and smiling warmly. "You and Shori-kun must be so proud of him."
Kento grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at Yugo's compliment, but his grin faded a little at the mention of Shori. They had fought again that day, over something stupid of course, but then Shori had gotten annoyed about him going out at night, and Kento had said some things he sort of regretted now... But it was fine, he told himself, it was just stupid fights and stress and not enough time to sleep or have sex... He put his smile back on, laughing a little and nodding. "We are," he agreed. "He's so good at dancing for his age, you won't believe it." Somehow it didn't sound as relaxed as before, though, and he took another sip of his drink, trying to clear his head.
Kento's sudden change of demeanor didn't slip by Yugo, and he frowned, leaning forward a little and trying to catch Kento's gaze. "Is everything okay?" he asked carefully, hoping he hadn't said anything wrong. Not that he expected Kento to fly off the handle at him, or anything, but he was already growing to depend on these evenings with Kento, especially now that Jesse was gone for almost a month, and the last thing he wanted was for Kento to be unhappy. But maybe Yugo wasn't the only one with stress-- Kento did have a baby at home, after all; if Yugo recalled correctly, Ryusei was only 1 year old, and that had to be rough when Kento and Shori were both working full time. And so, "Stress at home?" he prompted, wanting Kento to know that Yugo was willing to listen if he wanted to talk about anything.
Kento sighed, sinking further into the couch cushions and letting the mostly-fake smile drop. Of course Yugo would be able to tell the moment he started thinking about his problems... But he trusted Yugo, they'd been friends for years and Kento already felt like they were just as close as they had been as kids, so if anyone was going to realize he was having problems, he supposed he would want it to be Yugo. And a little complaining would probably make him feel better, right? "Just... stupid fights," he said, shrugging. "It's nothing big, but... I guess we don't agree on a lot of stuff." Kento took another sip of his beer, not looking at Yugo. "And with the baby, neither of us is getting enough sleep or time away or time together or whatever... at least, I don't think so." It felt weird to say it all out loud, and he felt a little bad suddenly bringing his problems into their relaxing time, but at the same time... somehow, it felt good to admit it to someone he trusted like Yugo.
When Kento began talking, Yugo straightened a little looking at Kento despite the fact that Kento clearly didn't want to make eye contact. Kento didn't mention his name, but it became clear quickly that he was talking about Shori-kun, and he bit his lip, falling back into the couch slightly. So he wasn't the only one whose marriage wasn't perfect, then. Kento's problems sounded worse, though, if they were actually fighting, and while Yugo knew having an infant was stressful, he hoped that the toll wasn't too great on Kento and Shori-kun's relationship. Kento seemed to be trying to make it seem like it was no big deal, but Yugo could tell that he was upset, and he tentatively nudged Kento slightly with his shoulders, nothing too invasive, but something to show that Yugo was here for him. After all, they had been closer than close as teenagers, and even now, it seemed almost as if they had never left off, and Yugo wanted to do anything he could to help. "That… sucks," he replied dumbly, not really knowing what to say, what he could say in the face of something like that. "I… guess I know how you feel about not getting enough time together…" And that was stupid, because this was about Kento, and not him… but yet, it felt like they had something in common.
Kento leaned a little into Yugo's shoulder, sighing and shrugging again. "Yeah... it kind of sucks," he admitted, looking down at his drink. "It's like... sometimes you wish things could go back to the way they used to be, you know?" It wasn't something he liked to think about a lot, because it wasn't like he could ever wish his kids didn't exist, but he couldn't deny that he missed the way things used to be sometimes, with his band and his friends and especially with Shori. But Yugo had said he knew how Kento felt, and when Kento thought about it, that made sense. Yugo had a kid, too, after all, and he wasn't a crazy person like Fuma, so if he was always taking care of Taira... especially while Jesse was on tour... "I guess you and Jesse must not get as much time together as you used to, either," he said, glancing over at Yugo.
Yugo swallowed when he felt Kento lean on him, bolstering himself and leaning a little closer, allowing Kento whatever support he needed. Kento wasn't someone to let down his defenses and show weakness this way, and so if he was really leaning on Yugo-- literally-- Yugo knew it must be worse than he was making it out to be. "I… I know," he replied, feeling selfish but unable to keep his mind from drifting back to his old problems. Back before Jesse was debuted, back when they were younger… everything had seemed so bright, so promising. But while Yugo loved Jesse and loved Taira and loved their family and their life together, whether or not he wanted to admit it, their jobs were tearing them apart, what with Jesse's traveling and working late and Yugo's complete inability to achieve what Jesse had in Johnny's. Still, he didn't want to complain, because it wasn't his place, especially when Kento needed him, especially when it wasn't anyone's fault but maybe Yugo's own, for joining Johnny's a little too late, for being a little too plain, a little too clumsy. And so, with a sigh, he nodded, trying not to pity himself too much. "Yeah…" he trailed, letting his head fall onto Kento's shoulder and suddenly wondering who was supporting who, "honestly, it feels like he's away more than he's home…"
Kento had had no idea that Yugo was also having problems with his husband, but he sounded pretty upset, and when he thought about it... well, he could hardly imagine what it would be like to be left alone for weeks on end to care for his kids by himself, or what it would do to his relationship to be apart more than they were together. Putting an arm around Yugo, he squeezed his shoulder, finishing the last of his beer. "Sometimes it's like, why do things have to change, right?" It felt a little pathetic to be sitting there complaining about their husbands together, but at the same time, admitting his problems to Yugo, or maybe just having Yugo there leaning against him had made Kento feel a little better somehow, a little warmer inside, and it wasn't just the beer, he thought, leaning a little closer.
Kento's arm around Yugo's shoulders startled him; it was almost new all over again, despite how long he had known Kento. After all, they had all but lost contact for years, had only gotten close again over the past few weeks… but something about Kento's touch just felt right, and Yugo slouched further into him, feeling as if for once, it was okay for him to collapse under the weight of his problems. "I know it's his job but… even when he's in Tokyo, he's always working late, and Taira misses him so much, and…" And then there was Yugo. But what did he have to say for himself when most of his complaints were trivial and selfish? Still, as awful and pathetic as he felt, if there was anyone who might understand, unexpectedly, it seemed like it might be Kento, and so he sighed, voice wavering as he finished quietly, "And he's always off filming movies or doing concerts or recording singles while I've got no career… and sometimes it seems like I've got no husband, either." And that really sounded pathetic, like Yugo was some teenager wallowing in self pity, but when he constantly had to bolster himself up every day, to tell himself that his problems were minimal and that what mattered was taking care of Taira, was helping the little juniors with their choreography, was keeping everything running smoothly so that Jesse would have nothing to worry about when he did come home… letting go felt good, too good, almost, like he was giving in to weakness and wouldn't be able to pull himself back up again…
But why do things have to change, Kento was saying, and the words felt like a kick to Yugo's gut, because as much as he hated to think about it, it was true. Things had been so good before… before everything had gone downhill, and… "Do you want another beer?" he asked Kento suddenly, forcing himself to his feet and moving to the kitchen without waiting for much of an answer. He couldn't let himself sink, couldn't let himself wallow, but with two new drinks in hand, it was too tempting, and back on the couch, he found himself, leaning into Kento's side again, nestled against him like it wasn't Kento who had been upset to begin with, but Yugo all along. "Why did things have to change?" he asked vaguely, knowing the thought was dangerous and yet unable to keep it at bay. Jesse debuting had really been the beginning of the end, he thought, but now that he was considering it, maybe the problem had started earlier. "…Why did B.I.Shadow have to fall apart…?" he wavered, feeling smaller and weaker by the moment. If Yugo's life had really hit its peak and headed downward when he was seventeen years old, he was more pathetic than he thought.
Kento hadn't thought much about what Yugo's life must be like since they had lost touch, but hearing him talk about watching his husband grow more and more famous while he had basically no career--and that was a harsh way of putting it, but Kento knew that if he had been in Yugo's place, with no chance of debut, he would have said the same thing--it sounded... well, it sounded pretty awful if Kento was being totally honest. Accepting the beer from Yugo, he let Yugo lean back into him, replacing his arm around Yugo's shoulders. He didn't often think about B.I.Shadow anymore, but he definitely sometimes wondered if things could have turned out differently, and now, thinking about how Yugo might have had a debut after all... it definitely made him wonder. "I don't know," he answered honestly, squeezing Yugo's shoulder again. "We were really pretty much the best junior unit ever, weren't we?"
Yugo laughed honestly at Kento's words, nodding into his shoulder as he opened the new drink and took a sip. It was best not to think about the bad things, he told himself, best just to talk about happier topics, happier times, and so he hummed thoughtfully, his fingers somehow finding their way to play with the fabric of Kento's sleeve. "I don't know… when you think about Ya-ya-yah, JJ Express, KanJani8, MAIN… we have a lot of competition," he responded after a moment, a smile curling up at the corners of his lips despite how weighted down by tiredness and depression he felt. "Then again… we were pretty amazing. Remember how people even brought uchiwas of our names to Hey! Say! JUMP concerts? Crazy." They had been quite popular, and while Kento certainly saw more uchiwas with his name than he could ever feasibly count, B.I.Shadow had been the peak for Yugo. "And they wrote our own songs for us for Shounen Club… those were the days."
Kento shook his head, smiling a little. "They all have nothing on B.I.Shadow," he said definitively. "Forget about uchiwas, girls dressed up as us for concerts!" He looked down at Yugo, still leaning against his shoulder, and he was glad to see that Yugo was smiling a little again. He really did think they had been the best--how could a group made up of Kento, Fuma, Yugo, and Hokuto go wrong, after all? Performing their songs on Shounen Club had been great, too, when they'd been so young and excited to be on TV performing their very own song... It had been an amazing feeling, and as he thought back to it, without thinking he started to sing a few bars of "Lalalila" under his breath. Laughing a little, he took another sip of his beer, leaning his head on top of Yugo's. "We were so excited to be the stars of Shounen Club... and then to gross out Fuma and Hokuto back in our dressing room, right?"
Four for the dream, Kento was humming, and Yugo's heart squeezed in his chest at the memory. Three of them had achieved the dream, at least, but somehow, right here, right now, Yugo couldn't bring himself to be the magnanimous person he always was and forget his own wants to simply be happy for his friends. The four was what mattered, and the four of them had been so close, had shared so much that suddenly, with all the memories and the songs and sensations rushing back to him at once, it felt as if he might either explode or cry. But he managed to hold it in, instead pressing his face into Kento's shoulder as all the feelings from the past were brought back to the forefront of his mind, the four of them holding hands in the wings before a show, going out together after concerts, standing on the stage at NHK hall, just the four of them as the center of attention… and then of course, there were the late night sleepovers that he had shared with Fuma and the days remaking clothes with Hokuto, and with Kento… what hadn't he shared with Kento back then. "I remember," he replied quietly, shifting again so that his head was tucked into the crook of Kento's neck and taking another drink. He felt warm all over, whether from the beer or the memories he was unsure, and he nodded against Kento's shoulder once, slowly. But it hadn't been all about grossing Hokuto and Fuma out, and maybe it wasn't love-- honestly, Yugo couldn't remember anymore-- but it had been something, some sort of closeness that had been warm and real and wonderful at the time, and Yugo's smile grew slightly stronger at the memory. "And all the times that were just you and me, together…" he trailed, sighing wistfully, "I remember…"
Kento had meant the comment about his dressing room activities with Yugo to lighten the mood, but with Yugo's head tucked against his neck and Yugo warm all against his side, the memories were suddenly all the more vivid, the stage adrenaline and adolescent exploration and feeling closer to each other than to either Fuma or Hokuto... which was saying a lot, since their whole group had been so close. He smiled at the memory, unconsciously pulling Yugo closer. "We had so much fun together, didn't we?" he said, smirking a little. There had been nothing to stop them from having as much fun as they wanted back then, whether that meant going out as a group after concerts or throwing parties or having sex in any number of places, and it was fun to think back to it now, to reminisce about it with Yugo, who seemed to understand what Kento missed about it.
"We did," Yugo replied warmly, taking a deep breath and appreciating the scent of Kento so close to him, the warmth of his body against Yugo's. It felt like it had been a long time since Yugo had had this sort of physical comfort, and he couldn't help but sink further into Kento, feeling as if this was exactly what he needed, what he had always needed, had needed for a long time now, at least. And he had basically pushed it out of his mind a long time ago, all but forgotten what he and Kento had had together in their adolescence, but now, leaning against Kento and listening to him talk about their time together and feeling him breathe, he couldn't help but think that maybe that had been a mistake, somehow. It had been so incredibly teenage and stupid, but at the same time… Kento had made him feel special, had made him feel wanted, had made him feel as if there would always be someone there for him, who understood him… and now, somehow, they had come full circle and that was what Yugo wanted more than anything. "Just the two of us together…" he trailed, and it was true, really, that they had something special, something different, something above what they had with the rest of B.I.Shadow, "Always having you there for me… was such an amazing feeling."
Listening to Yugo talk, it almost felt like his words were still true, like it was just the two of them hanging out like old times, leaning on each other on the couch in B.I.Shadow's dressing room at Shounen Club or Kento's house when his parents weren't home. All the happy memories and Yugo against him and the beer were combining to make him feel so warm inside, and it had been a long time since Kento had felt quite like this, like there wasn't anything else in the world he had to worry about right now besides Yugo pressed close to him, Yugo's hair against his cheek, and before he knew quite what he was doing, Kento was tilting his head to press his lips against Yugo's, the feeling somehow still familiar after so long.
Somehow, Yugo almost wasn't surprised when Kento kissed him. It was as if he had been waiting for this to happen, as if it was the next natural step, after sitting so close, sharing their troubles, opening up to and depending on one another, and it certainly felt natural, not foreign at all, even after so many years. Suddenly, Yugo was no longer an adult, no longer married with a child in the next room, but barely seventeen again, sharing intimacy like this with someone else for the first time. Somewhere in his brain, he knew that this was wrong, that he was and adult and was married and was responsible for the six-year-old who was sleeping just on the other side of the wall, but that part of him was overwhelmingly overpowered, toppled completely by how right it felt, after so long being alone, to truly feel wanted and supported and understood by someone. And so, startlingly quickly, the voice of reason faded away, was drowned out by the desire, the need for what had been painfully absent from his life for years now, and he kissed Kento back, easily falling into their old, hazy-but-not-forgotten pattern. It was amazing, how easy it was to remember now, how Yugo's head tilted just right seemingly all of its own accord, so that his lips fit together with Kento's just so, it was amazing how easy it was to yield to Kento, to trust him and let go of his defenses. Yugo's hands found their way to rest on Kento's shoulders, and it felt as if it had only been yesterday that they had last done this, it felt as if they fit together like puzzle pieces, and Yugo knew in an instant that this was what he needed, that this was what he had been needing for so long now.
When Yugo kissed Kento back, tilting his head so their lips fit together just right, just like they always had, it was so easy to feel like they were seventeen again, losing themselves in each other without a care in the world. Some part of Kento knew that this was a horrible idea, that he had a husband and kids waiting at home and that he most definitely did have a care in the world, but the press and slide of Yugo's mouth against his made it hard to remember, made it easy to forget anything but how much he needed this, needed Yugo. Because Yugo understood him, Yugo wanted him, if the way Yugo's mouth was opening for him was any indication, and Kento wanted him too. It had been a long time since he had felt quite like this, and he worked a hand into Yugo's hair, giving in to what he wanted and losing himself to the kiss.
Yugo's ability to think rationally was already all but out the window, but when Kento began to really kiss him with abandon, any thoughts beyond how much he wanted, how much he needed Kento were a lost cause, and he tilted his head a little further, pressing his lips to Kento's with equal urgency. It was amazing, not just because Kento was a good kisser, which he was, and then some, but because Yugo had all but forgotten what it was like to have someone there for him, someone to fall back on, and having that back in his life even in the vaguest sense was overwhelming. Wanting to be closer still somehow, Yugo moved his hands from Kento's shoulders to the sides of his face, Kento's skin a welcome sensation to his fingers. It wasn't enough though, and so Yugo angled their bodies slightly, so that he was leaning back against the arm of the sofa and Kento was above him, pressing against him, and Yugo made a small noise of satisfaction at the new position, because now that he had someone truly and tangibly here for him, he couldn't get enough.
Yugo's hands were cool against Kento's face, contrasting with his hot mouth, open and pliant under Kento's, letting Kento do whatever he wanted but still kissing back with just as much urgency as Kento felt, and the combined sensations were overwhelming, driving any remaining coherent thought from his mind. When Yugo moved so that Kento was pressing him into the arm of the sofa, it felt even better, Yugo's body pressing against his even more closely, and he moaned softly into the kiss, swallowing the noise Yugo made. Eventually Kento needed air, though, and he pulled back, panting, pressing their cheeks together and feeling Yugo's breaths coming just as quickly. "I want you," he whispered, nipping lightly at Yugo's bottom lip, already red and puffy from their kissing.
As Kento pressed him more firmly against the sofa, Yugo couldn't help but mewl into the kiss, his hands moving from Kento's face to his back in an attempt to pull him closer still. With Kento's whole body pressed against his own, Yugo practically felt lightheaded from the sensation; to know Kento was really here, was really kissing him, really wanted him was overwhelming, and when Kento nipped at his lip, he couldn't help but let out a quiet whimper. "I need you," he gasped in response, looking up at Kento through his lashes and feeling as if there was nothing in the world that he wanted except for Kento. But looking wasn't enough, and before he could even have stopped himself if he wanted to, he was leaning up to kiss Kento again, his fingers curling in the fabric of Kento's shirt as he arched up against Kento's body, anything to be closer, to be as close as possible.
It felt so good to have Yugo pressing up against him, pulling him closer and kissing him, and feeling Yugo underneath him and knowing that Yugo wanted him just as badly only made Kento want more. Pulling away from Yugo's mouth only to trail nips and kisses along Yugo's jaw and down his neck, Kento looked up at Yugo's flushed face when he reached the collar of Yugo's t-shirt, teasing at the hem of it with his fingers and feeling the heat of Yugo's skin underneath. Pushing the shirt up farther, he leaned back up to kiss Yugo again, murmuring against his lips, "I need you too," feeling more and more impatient as he pressed closer still.
Yugo couldn't hold back the noises in his throat at the sensation of Kento's mouth, his hands against Yugo's skin, small gasps turning into more substantial needy whines, and he kissed Kento back eagerly, impatiently when Kento's mouth was once more within reach. Sliding his hands down Kento's back, Yugo's hands slipped under the waistband of his pants, lingering for a moment in anticipation before curling around the hem of his shirt and pulling it free. Kento's body was between Yugo's hands and the buttons of Kento's shirt, but even still, the promise of the feeling of Kento's skin against his own was too enticing, and he pulled the shirt up as far as he could, his hands slipping underneath against the smooth skin of Kento's back. "Kento--" he gasped out against Kento's mouth, the name feeling somehow completely natural on his lips even after all these years.
Yugo sounded just as needy as Kento felt, and with Yugo's hands teasing under the waistband of his pants and then slipping up under his shirt, Kento couldn't wait any longer. Pulling away from Yugo again, he sat up, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, and it seemed to take far too long to get them all undone. Yugo, in the meantime, had pulled his t-shirt off in one smooth motion, and Kento's eyes traced down his chest, still lean and well muscled from dancing, a smirk finding its way onto his face despite his impatience. Finally pulling his shirt all the way off, Kento leaned forward again, pushing Yugo back onto the couch and climbing on top of him properly before kissing him again, pressing close and rolling their hips together, already wishing he had stopped to get out of his rather tight jeans.
Feeling Kento pushing him down, climbing on top of him sent a rush of anticipation and excitement through Yugo's body, and he kissed Kento back eagerly once he was back within reach. The amazing sensation of his bare skin against Yugo's chest only served to make Yugo feel even more needy, and his hands found their way back to Kento's shoulders, fingertips pressing into Kento's skin in any attempt to pull him closer still. When Kento rolled his hips, however, it was just too much, and Yugo broke the kiss with a breathy moan, rocking his hips back up in response to grind against Kento's. The feeling was overwhelming, and he arched up against Kento desperately, anything for more contact, anything to get that feeling again. Vaguely, some part of him felt like this ought to be embarrassing, that he was acting like a hormonal teenager all over again, but after spending so long alone, he needed Kento so badly that he simply couldn't wait.
The way Yugo clearly wanted Kento, wanted him badly, arching his hips up and moaning needily in a way that went straight to Kento's cock, only made Kento want Yugo more, and he rolled his hips against Yugo's more purposefully, feeling Yugo hard against him. "I want to feel you..." he murmured breathily, one hand finding its way to the waistband of Yugo's pants, fingering the button and rubbing teasingly against Yugo's cock through his pants. It was hard to tease for very long when Kento was so worked up himself, though, and he looked up at Yugo as he popped open the button, reaching into Yugo's pants to wrap his fingers around his cock.
Yugo had already been feeling overwhelmed with want even before Kento had touched him, but Kento's teasing was almost too much, and he cried out in surprise and pleasure at the sensation. "Kento--" he gasped out again with a strangled moan as he felt Kento's fingers deftly undoing the fastenings to his pants and slipping inside. He couldn't help but rock his hips up into Kento's touch, his fingers digging into Kento's shoulders now, his eyes squeezing shut. It really was a little embarrassing that he was getting so worked up so quickly, however, and he tried to catch his breath, swallowing and managing to open his eyes again, smiling hazily up at Kento through his flush and heavy breathing. Attempting to steady himself, he slid his hands down Kento's sides, enjoying the feeling of Kento's skin beneath his fingers until he found the waistband of Kento's pants, hands slipping to the button and fumbling it open. His fingers were shaking with desire, but he managed to pull Kento's pants all the way open, and he tugged at the waistband, anything to get the remaining fabric between them out of the way. He could tell already that Kento was just as hard as he was, and he wanted to give them both what they wanted, and to be even closer still.
If Kento hadn't been impatient before, feeling Yugo hot and hard and pressing into his hand and hearing the sounds he made as Kento touched him would certainly have been enough, and when Yugo looked up at him, flushed and panting and disheveled and smiling just for him, he felt like he really couldn't wait any longer. But a moment later, Yugo's hands were moving just where he wanted them, finally getting Kento's pants open, and Kento pressed his hips down into Yugo's touch, forgetting what his own hand was supposed to be doing for a moment. "Yugo--" he gasped, but with his pants in the way, it was hard to get any more, and he couldn't get a very good angle on Yugo, either, so after a moment he forced himself to pull away, tugging his pants off and tossing them aside, his eyes on Yugo the whole time.
Yugo whimpered before he could stop himself as he felt Kento pull away from him, shivering at the sudden loss of the warmth of Kento's body against his skin. After a moment of pouting at Kento longingly, however, he remembered that he was also wearing far too much clothing, and pushed himself up on his elbows, pulling at the waistband of his own pants and squirming out of them with some difficulty. Finally, though, he managed to remove the last of his clothes, and looked up to Kento again, unable to keep from staring at his body for a moment. But he wanted to do more than look, and so he reached out to Kento again, taking hold of one of his hands and pulling lightly, hoping to bring Kento close again, to feel his whole body against Yugo's now, with nothing in the way.
The sight of Yugo laid out on the couch, naked and flushed and hard and reaching out to Kento, was really a sight to see, and Kento gladly let Yugo pull him close again, kissing Yugo as soon as he was close enough. Straddling Yugo, he rocked their hips together, breaking the kiss a moment later to let out a moan at how much better it felt now that their clothes were no longer in the way. Slipping a hand in between them, he wrapped his fingers around both of their cocks, thrusting against Yugo a little and gasping at the feeling. "Want you..." he panted, stroking them together more purposefully.
Feeling Kento's skin hot against his own again, this time with nothing in the way, Yugo was overwhelmed with the sensation, and he clutched at Kento's back, arching up against him in any effort to get closer. When Kento suddenly touched him, however, thrusting against him and stroking with his hand at the same time, it was practically enough to destroy any last shreds of coherency Yugo had left, and he moaned at the feeling, grinding his hips back up against Kento's, into Kento's touch. Somewhere in the back of his mind, though, Kento's words registered, and he knew that he couldn't let go of himself quite yet. Forcing himself up on his elbows again, he groped blindly at the end table, his fingers finally curling around a tube of lotion that he left there when full days of taking care of a messy child left his hands dry at the end of the day. He pressed the tube into Kento's free hand, catching his eyes and giving him a needy look, hoping he understood that Yugo wanted him just as badly, so badly that he couldn't find the words to say so.
Kento held Yugo's gaze for a moment, feeling like they really were seventeen again, and they had done this so many times that they didn't have to say anything. Accepting the lotion from Yugo, his hands shaking a little with how badly he wanted this, he gave their cocks one last stroke before moving back to settle in between Yugo's legs, squeezing out some lotion to warm up between his fingers. "I want you so bad," he murmured, already wishing he was back pressed up against Yugo again, or at least touching himself or feeling Yugo touch him... But instead he started to press one slicked finger against Yugo's hole, pressing in slowly and palming Yugo's cock lightly with his other hand. Feeling Yugo around his finger made his breath catch and his cock twitch in anticipation, and he watched Yugo's face, slowly pressing further inside.
Another whimper escaped Yugo's lips as Kento moved away from him again, but he knew what had to come next, and so he bit his lip, spreading his legs for Kento relaxing. Kento made it easy, pressing slowly and gently inside of Yugo with one hand as he caressed Yugo's cock with the other, and after a moment, Yugo decided he was perhaps being even too gentle. Yugo was impatient, after all, missed the feeling of Kento's body against his own, and so he whimpered a little more urgently, rocking his hips pointedly against Kento's hand, hopefully to clue him in that Yugo was a seasoned pro at this and was ready to keep going. "Hurry--" he managed to gasp out, looking up at Kento though his lashes, "Need you… need you bad…"
The whimpers coming from Yugo's lips urged Kento on, making him feel more impatient by the moment, and when Yugo rocked his hips down against Kento's hand, Kento sucked in his breath at the sudden pulse of arousal he felt at Yugo's urgency. Yugo was quickly relaxing around his finger, though, and so he added a second, and then a third, fighting to keep his hands steady as he stretched Yugo open, pressing deeper inside. "You feel so good..." he told Yugo, pressing his fingers deeper and curling them slightly, looking for the right spot. "Are you ready?"
It was a small relief to feel Kento pressing two, then three fingers into him, knowing that soon, the wait would be over, but even still, Yugo was desperate to feel Kento's body against his again, and he couldn't help but whine in impatience. Suddenly, however, Kento was curling his fingers just right, and Yugo's mind was wiped clean as he was hit by a wave of unexpected pleasure. Crying out sharply, his back arched as he was temporarily distracted from his impatience, rocking his hips harder into Kento's touch, anything to press Kento's fingers farther insider of him.
Kento took Yugo's cries and the way he was pressing himself down onto Kento's fingers as a yes, and he let Yugo push against him for another moment before he couldn't wait any longer. Pulling his fingers out, he quickly slicked himself, hissing at the feeling of the lotion on his neglected cock. "Ready?" he said again, leaning back over Yugo and lining himself up. He couldn't help but moan softly as he finally started to press inside, because he was so turned on and Yugo felt so good... "Okay?" he managed to ask as he pressed in further, watching Yugo's flushed face.
The loss of Kento's fingers shocked Yugo back into reality, and he gave Kento a piteous look, nodding hurriedly at Kento's question. He wasn't left alone for long, however; after another moment, Kento's fingers were being replaced by a more insistent press, and Yugo spread his legs wider to ease the way, his breath catching in his throat at the sound of Kento's moan. Knowing that Kento was just as turned on and needy as Yugo was made him feel even more worked up, and he nodded again, trying to find words, trying to find any sort of coherency in his haze of arousal and anticipation. "Please… move--" he managed to gasp out, because having Kento all the way inside of him like this without moving at all was just a tease, hinting at the pleasure that was to come, and Yugo could only hold on for so long.
At Yugo's words, Kento started to move, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in, gasping at the feeling. Yugo felt amazing, and the way he was looking up at Kento so needily, his breath coming in gasps, drew another moan out of Kento as he lengthened his strokes, starting to build up a rhythm. "Feels so good..." he panted, whatever shreds of coherency he had left slipping away so he couldn't think about anything but Yugo underneath him and how good it felt.
Everything seemed too slow, too shallow, too cautious at first, and Yugo whined again, arching up against Kento and hoping he would be encouraged to keep moving. Sure enough, it wasn't long before Kento's thrusts became longer, deeper, harder, brushing close to where his fingers had been moments earlier, Yugo's whimpers turned to moans at the sensation of Kento deep inside of him, even better than his fingers had been. "Good--" he groaned out, fingers digging into the fabric of the couch as he tried to brace himself, to allow Kento to thrust even harder into his body, "More--?"
Kento was happy to give Yugo what he was asking for, thrusting harder and deeper, urged on by the noises coming from Yugo's lips. The way Yugo was arching up into his thrusts gave him an even better angle, and he sped up his rhythm, his own moans answering Yugo's. It was all overwhelmingly good, and he couldn't bring himself to care that this was probably going to be over embarrassingly quickly when Yugo was groaning out encouragements underneath him and rocking into Kento's thrusts. He wanted more, like he couldn't get enough, and he braced himself with one hand so that he could wrap the other around Yugo's cock, feeling how hard he was, hearing how Yugo's moans stuttered at his touch.
As Kento began to speed up even more, thrusting into Yugo deeper and more forcefully and finally to just the right spot, Yugo couldn't help but cry out, slamming his hips up even harder to meet Kento's thrusts. The pleasure was overwhelming as it was, but when Kento suddenly touched Yugo, he felt for a moment as if he couldn't breathe, as if nothing else in the world could possibly feel as good as this moment. Moaning loudly, he threw an arm around Kento's shoulders, pulling him closer for a sloppy kiss. Even if he had to break away after another second when the pleasure became too much to contain, he didn't know how better to convey just how amazing Kento was making him feel.
Kento kissed Yugo back, moaning into his mouth before Yugo pulled away again and trying to keep up the rhythm of his hand and his hips despite the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him. It felt so good, and he knew it must feel so good for Yugo, too, if his moans and cries were anything to go by. He wanted to hear more, to make Yugo feel even better, and he kept stroking Yugo's cock, running his thumb over the head and feeling just how much Yugo was leaking. "Yugo--" he gasped out, his hips snapping down to meet Yugo's, his voice trailing back into a moan.
Kento's pace seemed to grow more and more frenzied with every passing moment as he slammed harder and harder into Yugo's body, and Yugo could hardly contain himself, his moans and cries growing louder with every movement. It wasn't long before he couldn't hold on any longer, however, and soon he was coming, spilling himself over Kento's hand, a wail of Kento's name on his lips as he collapsed back onto the sofa, completely overwhelmed with pleasure.
Kento was already on the edge when he felt Yugo tighten around him, spilling over his hand and crying out Kento's name, and that was all Kento needed to get him the rest of the way there, crying out in answer as he spilled himself inside of Yugo. Panting, he collapsed on top of Yugo, leaning his head on Yugo's chest and feeling like he never wanted to move again, despite the mess between them.
Even as he felt Kento collapse on top of him, Yugo still felt sated and sleepy, and it took what little strength he had left to adjust, untangling their bodies slightly so that Kento was leaning more comfortably against him, his head resting on Yugo's shoulder. After such amazing sex, just laying together this way felt wonderful, and Yugo let his hand fall to the small of Kento's back, fingers making small circles against his skin as Yugo snuggled against Kento in a daze of contentment. Some niggling place in the back of his mind was trying to remind him that there were responsibilities he needed to remember, but he felt so comfortable and so content that he couldn't bring himself to want to care. Still, he supposed, they'd have to clean up at some point, despite how much Yugo was trying to ignore the unpleasant stickiness between them, and they'd have to gather their various articles of clothes from around the room-- after all, it wouldn't do to have Taira finding his dad's underwear strewn about the apartment, or worse, some strange man who wasn't his dad's underwear…
But then, suddenly, he realized that Taira finding Kento's clothes around the house was the least of Yugo's problems when Kento wasn't supposed to have slept over, and definitely wasn't supposed to have slept with Yugo while Taira's other dad was out of town. It felt like someone had punched Yugo in the gut-- what had he been thinking? He hadn't been thinking, he supposed, but that didn't change the fact that he had just cheated on his husband, and he had no excuse. And not only that-- he had done it with his six-year-old son asleep in the next room. What if Taira had woken up and come to find his dad? It was unthinkable, and suddenly, Yugo felt as if he was going to cry. He couldn't move, he could barely think… Because what was he going to do? What had he done?
Kento sighed contentedly at the way Yugo was rubbing his back, feeling warm and content and sated like he hadn't in a long time. They should do this more often, he found himself thinking lazily, snuggling his head against Yugo's shoulder and melting into his touch. As his thoughts began to clear a little bit, though, the events of the evening began to come back into Kento's mind, like the fact that they were on Yugo's couch... and that Yugo's son was asleep in the next room... and that they were both most definitely married to other people. Somehow, without even thinking about it, Kento had just cheated on Shori, his husband who, even if they had been fighting, he loved. He didn't know what he'd been thinking, and suddenly, all the calm was drained from the moment, replaced with a feeling of dread, because this couldn't end well. Pushing himself off of Yugo gingerly, Kento sat up, biting his lip and glancing nervously at Yugo, not sure how he would react to what they'd just done.
Yugo pressed his palms to his face, feeling entirely too overwhelmed to deal with the situation and somehow too humiliated to look Kento in the eye. How could he have let this happen? How had it even happened? He couldn't remember now; it was all a haze of loneliness and want and the need for physical comfort, for someone to be there in his life to fill the void that Jesse left empty too often, and it was pathetic, really, that it had come to this. Yugo had known what he was signing on for when he married a debuted Johnny's talent… how had he become so irresponsible? When Jesse found out that Yugo had cheated on him… certainly, he would be forgiving; Jesse was always loving and understanding and forgiving, but how could he really fully forgive and forget when Yugo had turned around and slept with another man while he was away on tour? And Taira, how could he explain this to Taira? In one swift action, Yugo had, it seemed, destroyed his entire life, and if things were painful and lonely now, he thought miserably, the could only get worse once Jesse knew about this, once he no longer trusted Yugo to be a faithful husband, to be a responsible father…
But Yugo was all of those things, he was and he always had been and he worked so hard to make sure everything was right for Jesse and for Taira when nothing felt right in his own life… and so who could fault him for making a mistake? He was stressed and tired and miserable in his day to day life, and the thought of making things worse was too terrible to bear. And so, without thinking, without removing his hands, "No one can ever find out about this," he said quietly, hoping Kento could understand, hoping that he, too, cared more about maintaining the equilibrium in his life. What would honesty do but hurt everyone involved, after all? It would never happen again, and so Jesse and Shori never had to know.
Kento didn't know what to do when Yugo covered his face, looking like he was about to cry or be sick or something, and he wrung his hands nervously, looking down at the couch between them. He didn't know what would happen if Shori found out, he had no idea how he would react, really, especially with the way their relationship was these days... He barely understood what had happened, though, because it wasn't like he had wanted to cheat on Shori, and he was married, for god's sake, it wasn't like he just went off and slept with other people without thinking about it... But somehow he had, somehow he and Yugo had gotten so caught up in the past and each other and... well, it had happened. When Yugo finally spoke, though, his words made perfect sense to Kento, or at least more sense than anything that had been going on in his head, because really, no one did have to know, right? They had fucked up, but if no one found out about it, then no one had to be hurt. Nodding, Kento looked over at Yugo. "It never happened, then?" he confirmed, feeling cold now that he was no longer touching Yugo.
Relief flooded Yugo when Kento agreed, and he nodded back, pushing himself up into a sitting position. If Kento wouldn't tell, then… then they could forget that this ever happened. No one would have to get hurt, not Jesse or Shori or Taira or Kento's kids, and no one would find out and hurt anyone Yugo or Kento loved through gossip and rumours, either. It was a mistake, nothing more than that, and they'd never let it happen again-- of course, how could they? It was a wonder to Yugo still how they'd ended up kissing in the first place, but it had to be a freak accident, a strange mixture of beer and memories. But the fact of the matter was that they both loved their husbands, and so this wouldn't ever happen again, and nothing would change. "It never happened," he agreed, nodding but still having some difficulty meeting Kento's eye, because, really, what did Yugo have to say for himself, even if Kento was equally guilty?
But he knew he'd have to put the awkwardness aside one way or another, and so, thus determined, Yugo surveyed the damage, but it seemed most of what was messy was the pair of them. Meeting Kento's gaze hesitantly, he nodded towards the back of the apartment. "Do you want the first shower, then?" he asked, but almost immediately recoiled; it was too close to something lovers said to one another, too close to what he said to Jesse even now on a regular basis, too close to what he'd said to Kento way back in the day… But there was no avoiding it now, it was just logistics, and so he bit his lip, looking back up at Kento again.
Kento nodded, pushing himself up off the couch, too eager to get away from the awkward situation to bring himself to let Yugo go first. He was inexperienced with guilt and awkwardness after sex; he'd never had any reason to feel bad about a sexual encounter before, because sex was amazing and fun and meant to be enjoyed as often as possible, in Kento's view, so whether it was casual sex or sex in a relationship, he hardly ever thought there was a reason to feel guilty or awkward after a sexual encounter with someone. But this was something else altogether, this was cheating on his husband of quite a few years, and the guilt in the pit of his stomach was completely unfamiliar and unpleasant. And the awkwardness with Yugo was almost worse, just when Kento had been enjoying finding his friendship with Yugo again after so long, and since when was sex supposed to ruin friendships? That was just bullshit that people like Hokuto and Fuma said, wasn't it? But when he and Yugo could barely look at each other, Kento wasn't sure what to think as he gathered up his clothes and hurried to the bathroom. He showered quickly, knowing that Yugo was cold and waiting and even more of a mess than Kento--and seriously, they hadn't even used a condom, how stupid could they get--before pulling his clothes back on, heaving a sigh at his reflection in the mirror before heading back out to the living room.
As soon as Kento left the room, Yugo's only distraction was gone, and he felt as if almost instantly, a weight was dropped on his shoulders. So long as they didn't tell anyone, this never had to become a problem, and yet… Yugo didn't know what he was going to do. On one hand, he knew he had to, but he couldn't imagine going on forever lying to Jesse, pretending to be the ideal husband when really, he had made a single but horrible mistake… but on the other hand, he was already dreading the loneliness that he was sure would set in as soon as Kento was out the door. They had just begun to become friends again, after so long, and if this had ruined everything, if Kento didn't want to spend time with him anymore… Yugo didn't know what he would do.
It was an awful feeling, being caught in between and knowing that on both sides, he would be forced to suffer, but eventually, Kento emerged from the shower looking wet and forlorn, and Yugo nodded to him, feeling even more disgusting and naked now that Kento was dressed and looking down at him from where he stood in the doorway. Swallowing his pride, Yugo stood, drawing his lips tight as he tried to think of what to say. "I guess… you're heading out, then?" he asked unable to quite meet Kento's eyes.
Kento nodded, biting his lip and forcing himself to look at Yugo. "I guess I should," he said, pausing but not making any move towards the door yet. Yugo looked so guilty and unhappy and just... not okay that Kento didn't want to leave, and this was bullshit, because why was having sex once stopping him from comforting his friend, from going back to how they had been earlier that evening? "It never happened," he said again, thinking about how he was going back home for the first time in a while with no plans to meet Yugo again, on top of no prospects of things getting much better with Shori anytime soon, and probably not much sex with Shori very soon, either. But it was better this way, it was better not to tell anyone, and maybe then they could move past it and keep being friends, too. "So... call me sometime?" he said, smiling a little at Yugo tentatively.
Yugo nodded slowly, trying to smile back at Kento. It was hard, though, when at the same time, the crushing guilt of what they had just done and the impending loneliness once Kento was out the door were threatening to overwhelm him. How had he gotten himself into this, he wondered, when now he was at the same time feeling like he had done something awful and was pushing away the only person he had left. "I'll… I'll call," he replied quietly, wondering how he was going to sort things out. "See you."
The sound of the door closing behind Kento felt practically like a stab to Yugo's chest, but he swallowed the feeling of isolation and headed to the shower-- after all, he was disgusting, needed to wash away the last of the evidence of what had happened. But being in the shower with no other distraction led to his mind wandering, and by the time he was clean and dry, he felt almost more miserable than he had before, if that were possible. He didn't know what he was going to do; without Kento, he had no one, not Fuma, who had Hokuto and his kids, not his old friends from when they were all juniors together, who had their own lives, their own jobs, their own families… And somehow, Yugo had been left with nothing.
But he couldn't think that way, he told himself, he didn't have nothing… even if Jesse didn't count for much comfort anymore (it was a horrible thought, but it was true, really, when Yugo was honest with himself), he had Taira, his baby, the single most important thing in Yugo's life, and he had to stay strong to take care of Taira. And so, once he was dressed, he dropped into Taira's room, giving him one last kiss goodnight (or perhaps in apology for being weak, for being an awful dad) before returning to his own room. It was probably going to be a long, sleepless night, but he had to at least try… after all, being a single dad was going to be just as much of a full-time job tomorrow as it had been yesterday, and the day before…
Part 3