Not Forgetting

Title: Not Forgetting
Pairing: Ikuta Toma/Yamashita Tomohisa
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: 1,429
Notes: PWP. Written inspired by Toma's guest appearance at NEWS' concert on 12/30/08. Not proofread and I'm afraid they're awfully out of character ;__;

Summary: Here's to half their lives of friendship.


The atmosphere is happy, loud, chaotic; the air is still crackling from all the high energy and the ringing of the audience screaming. Tegoshi’s cheeks are rosy, eyes bright, as he laughs at something Massu says as they noisily clamber up the stairs to their dressing room backstage. Koyama is bowing to staff members they walk by, thanking them for their hard work with Shige close behind. Ryo is still being chased by Matsujun, who is poking fun at him for one thing or another. Yamapi’s eyes are scanning, and he good-naturedly takes Tegoshi’s playful punch to the shoulder, responds to something that the costume manager asks him, hands his mic over to the right person, but he’s not focused on that. His eyes are still scanning, searching over crew members, racks of costumes, Juniors, and—

He’s pulled into a little closet that he didn’t even know existed and it’s dark so he can’t see but that’s okay, he has other senses to fall back on and he knows instantly who it is.

“Otsukare,” Toma’s breath tickles his ear and he’s happy, happier than he’s been in a long time and he pulls the other man into a hug tight enough to restrict his breathing but it’s fine, as long as they’re like this. His heart feels too full for words and after a small eternity that doesn’t last long enough, Toma is pulling him out to the hallway, laughing, says he shouldn’t keep him from celebrating with NEWS members.

The dressing room is loud; Matsujun brought beer for everyone, and Tegoshi and Shige are bouncing off the walls from adrenaline and alcohol. Matsujun gives Toma a can of beer and then promptly turns to pulls Yamapi into a headlock and sings Weeeek with the lyrics all wrong. It’s not too long before Koyama is picking up after everyone and telling them to get a good night’s rest, they have a concert tomorrow and the Countdown on top of that, and everyone’s only passably showered and clean but they’re eager to go home and picks up their things. Yamapi wonders if he imagines the wink that Matsujun throws him as he follows Ryo out the door.

Toma is leaning against a counter, eyes bright, gentle, warm, and it stirs Yamapi’s heart, makes it jump to his throat, makes his stomach dip a little. “It’s not fair to feel me up and make me embarrassed at my own concert.” He tries to sound accusing, but the corners of his lips keep tugging upward.

“But a little birdie told me that all you do nowadays is go to the gym because you have too much free time.” The corners of Toma’s eyes crinkle adorably when he smiles. “I had to let your fans know the fruit of your efforts since you’re not on TV all the time anymore.” Toma’s fingers skate up his arms lightly, and raise goosebumps in their trail.

“You’re just making fun of me.” Yamapi pouts, but lets Toma pull him closer so their foreheads rest against each other. He can feel Toma’s warmth through the press of his bangs, still slightly damp after the quick shower. He closes his eyes, feels his body relax after all the excitement, but his heart is beating faster already with another kind of anticipation. Toma’s thumb is stroking the back of his hand slowly and the circular movement is soothing, hypnotizing, makes his breath hitch a little.

“Thanks for coming.” Yamapi turns his hand over and holds Toma’s still, holds it firm within his own.

“Mm. I’ve always wanted to,” Toma says. “I’m glad I could make it.”
Yamapi swallows quietly. “I’m still not taking back my wish though. You being a guest at our concert is hardly a performance together.” I haven’t forgotten. You haven’t either, right?

“You’re insufferable sometimes, you know that?” Toma pokes him in the side with their joined hands, but Yamapi only pulls him closer. I wouldn’t, not for the world.

Yamapi opens his eyes and sees Toma looking back at him, doesn’t try to resist the want to fit their lips together. Don’t give up on me.

Toma groans in surprise, not so much from the action – Yamapi is a lot more touchy-feely that people give him credit for – but from the way it feels; it’s been too long since they’ve last been together like this but his response is involuntary. He brings his other hand to Yamapi’s nape, brings him closer, closer until he can taste the lingering taste of beer on Yamapi’s tongue, nips at his bottom lip. He feels Yamapi’s arms go around his waist, chasing away even the tiniest amount of empty space between them. I wouldn’t dare to.

Yamapi stumbles backwards, lets Toma guide him to sink into the nearby couch. His head is resting on the armrest, Toma sprawled on top of him, tracing his jawline with hot kisses that make Yamapi’s toes curl. Toma’s fingers make quick work of the careless knot that keeps Yamapi’s robe closed, and his hands trail sensuously over skin that is already heated. Yamapi whines in a high pitch that makes Toma grin even as he’s licking, sucking at the younger man;s collarbone.

“Shut up, Ikuta.” He growls, entwining his hands in Toma’s hair, brings him up for a kiss, then another. Toma grins at cheekily, and lowers his hips to a delicious grind that has Yamapi groaning from the back of his throat. And then his lower abdomen is clenching as Toma’s fingernails scrape tantalizingly. Lower, lower until his fingers are wrapped around Yamapi’s erection.

“Does Tomohisa like that?” Toma’s voice is deeper than usual, scratchy and all Yamapi can do is nod, and try not to pass out.

“Please, more please—” and he doesn’t even try to breathe anymore because Toma’s hot mouth is wrapped around him, his tongue teasing him in its arousing movement around him and Toma’s sucking him now and his vision is going to turn white soon, but— “No,” he breathes out with every ounce of willpower that he doesn’t have. “Not like this.”

And he likes that he doesn’t have to explain more (because he’s pretty sure he doesn’t have enough blood in his brain for that). Likes that Toma knows to find the small plastic tube in Yamapi’s bathrobe pocket. Likes that Toma blows on the viscous fluid so that it’s not uncomfortably cool inside him. Likes the way that Toma nuzzles the underside of his chin when he squirms in discomfort. Likes that the person who knows him best, the person who has known him from the beginning, is Toma.

“I love you.” The words flow out naturally, and he doesn’t try to stall them. They’re shaking slightly, Toma having finally entered fully inside and waiting for Yamapi to get used to it. There’s a quiver, and then Toma’s laughing, albeit a little more breathlessly and definitedly more aroused than usual.

“You’re such a sap, you know that?” But he kisses Yamapi’s palm, leans down and kisses the tip of his nose, his lips. Yamapi pulls him for another kiss and Toma knows to start moving. Slowly at first, almost pulling out entirely and smoothly sliding back in fully, before he picks up the speed carefully, gradually, until they’re calling out each others’ names and it’s ringing against the walls in the dressing room (and what if someone is still here and hears them?) but they’re beyond the point of caring.

“Tomohisa,” Toma calls out, and that (and Toma’s hand that is fisted around Yamapi’s erection) is enough to make him come, hot and blinding, makes him lose his mind to the pleasure. On a subconscious level he feels Toma reach his climax. When he can finally think again and blinks, exhausted, Toma is pulling away, leaves empty coldness behind him for a minute, before he returns with a warm towel.

Yamapi’s head is tucked securely in the comfortable nook of Toma’s shoulder. Toma’s hand is rubbing his back in a way that makes his spine curve to arch into the touch. Yamapi turns his head so he can smell the intoxicating mixed scent of Toma’s cologne and Toma and he’s almost going to kiss Toma again because no one can drive him as crazy as he can but his phone buzzes with a new message and it’s from his manager, reminding him that there’s a morning rehearsal rundown tomorrow for Countdown and the concert so get some rest tonight.

When he goes to sleep, it’s with the memory of Toma’s goodnight kiss.