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Lately, Renga has been having dreams about Ten.
Okay, well, he’s always had dreams, but they’re usually about a giant-sized Shuumai prancing through fields of roses or the sun slipping through his fingers. In the past week or so, they’ve become something a little more… risqué.
The first one had been innocent enough. He had been lying in bed together with Ten, legs tangled as Ten kissed him silly. Renga isn’t the most experienced in this area, but since Ten is Ten, he probably is. This assumption led to the Ten in his head being a little too good at everything he does, from the way he sucks on Renga’s bottom lip to his hand playing with Renga’s chest.
It only got worse from there. Ten, sucking kisses into his neck, his chest, his inner thighs. Ten, naked save for his accessories, on his knees with Renga’s dick in his mouth. Ten, his cock buried in Renga’s ass, one hand stroking Renga to the rhythm of his thrusts. Ten, Ten, Ten.
He’s lucky he has the bottom bunk—when he wakes up with an uncomfortable tightness in his pants, he’s able to scamper to the bathroom before either of his roommates notice, quietly touching himself to the images he’d witnessed in his sleep.
Renga doesn’t hate them, per se, but they’re making it a little difficult to face Ten during the day. And he doesn’t quite understand why he’s having them. After all, Ten is his precious friend. Friends don’t secretly jerk off to each other before the sun has risen. So he decides to consult another friend.
“Hey, Nagi,” Renga begins. “What do you think it means when you keep having dreams about your friend?”
The two of them are alone in the HAMA House sauna. Nagi had invited him to join him in the sauna a few weeks ago, and since then it’s become something of a common occurrence for them. Renga has never been the best with saunas, but being with Nagi is easy—it’s nice to sit and listen to his stories about whatever insanely misfortunate day he’s had, or an interesting fact he heard on the radio. He has this kind of healing presence, so Renga always enjoys spending time with him.
Nagi thinks for a moment. “Well, that depends on what kind of dreams they are.”
“They’re, um…” Renga hesitates. He considers whether or not he should be honest; Nagi is probably the last person to judge him for something like that, but if Renga were to say out loud that he’s been having wet dreams about Ten he might die of embarrassment. “Just normal dreams. Like hanging out and stuff.”
“I see,” Nagi says, then closes his eyes and leans back against the step behind him. “There was a segment on Arisa and Teresa’s Intelli-radio a while ago. It’s been suggested that dreams are a way to access the unconscious mind and desires hidden from conscious awareness. First we should consider the manifest content of your dreams. Ah, the manifest content is the events and images that take place within the dream. A lot of the time it’s very literal and can communicate with you directly about a situation you’ve experienced or are anticipating. Say, for example, you dreamt about seeing a movie with this person because you have plans with them soon. Are they anything like that?”
Renga shakes his head. “No, it’s more like… Stuff I’ve maybe thought about once or twice but never considered actually doing.”
“In that case, it’s probably more based on your unconscious desires, or the latent content, which is just the subconscious meaning of the dream. Perhaps you want to get closer to this person but are unaware of your feelings.”
Get closer to Ten… Of course he does, but he’s well aware of that. He and Ten are already good friends, but Renga barely knows anything about his life before he joined HAMA Tours. Maybe these dreams are telling him to put more effort into it. To not just be good friends, but best friends…?
“Thank you, Nagi! That’s probably it!” Renga says, giving his friend a smile. “Starting tomorrow, I’m going to try everything I can to connect as much as I can with this person…!”
Nagi smiles back through the steam. “Good for you, Renga. I hope everything goes well. If there’s anything I can do to help, let me know.”
“Actually, do you think you could… get me out of here…” Renga trails off, body slumping to the floor with a heavy thud. He has lost to the heat.
The last thing he hears before he blacks out is Nagi’s worried cry. “Re-Renga…!”
—
It doesn’t take long for the perfect opportunity to deepen his bond with Ten to show up.
One week after his conversation with Nagi, Kafka sends Renga on a weekend study trip to Kyoto with Ten. Kafka doesn’t really explain why, just tells them to go and enjoy themselves, but Renga doesn’t mind. In fact, he’s rather happy about it. He has been spending the last week attempting to get closer to Ten, but amidst his work as both a model and a mayor, it’s been tricky. But now he gets to spend a whole weekend alone with Ten.
One small issue; the dreams haven’t stopped. Almost every night he’s in a different situation with Ten, ranging from being stuck in a cramped closet to Ten fucking him over his desk at the HAMA Tours office. He hadn’t been able to look Kaede in the eye all day after that one.
They catch the shinkansen on Friday evening, passing the time with card games and sharing their bentos with each other. It’s around half past nine by the time they arrive at the hotel—Ten wants to check out the local pubs as soon as possible, but Renga manages to convince him to leave it until tomorrow. They’re going to have an early start to the day, after all, and Renga doesn’t feel like exploring the city with a hangover.
When they step foot inside the hotel room, however, Renga realises that there is now a bigger problem than hangovers. There is only one bed.
“My, my, what a predicament,” Ten says. “I guess even the prez makes mistakes from time to time.”
“I-I’ll sleep on the floor!” Renga offers. “I’m the older one, after all.”
Ten tilts his head. “Eh~? Don’t be so cold, Renga-san. Do you hate the idea of sleeping with me that much?”
Don’t phrase it like that! “N-No! I just thought it might be awkward…”
“What’s there to be awkward about? We’re both guys, so it’s fine. Friends share beds all the time.”
“R-Really? Well, in that case, it’s fine.”
They get ready to go to bed, unpacking their things for the morning and taking turns in the shower. It is very difficult for Renga to not stare when Ten returns from his wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. It’s been a few months since they first started living together, but it was only recently that Renga noticed just how attractive Ten is. He’s considerably well-built, which makes sense with how skilled he is at dancing, but his torso is littered with little scars that Renga has yet to question. Ten has noticed him staring before but never teases him about it as he usually does, so Renga figures it’s a topic best left alone.
He averts his eyes when Ten drops the towel. He isn’t quite ready to lay eyes on anything beyond there just yet. When he finally glances back up, he’s surprised to find Ten in nothing but a pair of black boxers.
“Is that all you’re wearing?” Renga asks, fully aware that his cheeks must be some shade of red by now.
Ten raises his eyebrows with an amused smile. “It’s the middle of summer, Renga-san. I’ll be too hot otherwise.”
Renga can’t argue with that, so he shuffles over to make room for Ten as he climbs into the bed. He thought it would be rather difficult to fall asleep, but he finds himself relaxing faster than he usually would with Ten’s back pressed gently against his. It’s comforting, having someone dear to him so close as he drifts into sleep.
“Goodnight, Renga-san.”
“Goodnight, Ten.”
—
When Renga wakes up, he becomes immediately aware of three things.
One: he has rolled over in his sleep, and Ten is now a mere few inches away from him. He’s still asleep, chest rising and falling as Renga holds his breath. He’s unfairly pretty when sleeping, Renga discovers, his features relaxed and hair slightly mussed from where he’s been (presumably) tossing and turning.
Two: it is not yet morning. Or at least early enough for Renga to be awake. He rolls over so his back is facing Ten and reaches for where his phone is on the bedside table. 03:48. Way too early.
Three: Renga is hard. He is hard, and he’s pretty sure the reason he woke up is because he had another dream. How could he when Ten is sleeping soundly right next to him?!
…Well, that’s probably why, but still. Renga needs to crawl into a hole and never come out.
This dream had been a little different, too. All the usual stuff was involved, of course, but there was something more… intimate about it all. Ten had held him close throughout it all, pressing gentle kisses to his neck and face as he whispered sweet nothings to him. Thinking back on it makes Renga’s chest ache in an unfamiliar manner. Perhaps these dreams are trying to tell him that he wants more than to just get closer as friends.
Making sure his phone screen has its brightness all the way down, Renga pulls up HAMA Search and types out ‘what does it mean if I want to have sex with my friend and also hold his hand and kiss him’.
The general consensus is that he probably likes this person in a more-than-friendly way.
Liking Ten… doesn’t sound too bad.
Except for the fact that he is right behind him whilst Renga is rock hard in his boxers. He tries to think about a multitude of things to make it go away; Shuumai, Liguang’s stupid face, the crossword puzzle he’d gotten so frustrated at the other day, Ten leaning over his shoulder to point out one of the answers, the smell of Ten’s cologne, Ten—okay, this isn’t working.
He considers sneaking off to the bathroom to deal with it, but Ten is a very light sleeper so Renga moving around would probably wake him up. Then he thinks about just getting off here, but God, how could he ever face Ten after such a thing? The only option here is for Renga to just disappear forever.
“Renga-san.” Ten’s voice is hot against his ear. “Would you like some help with that?”
“T-Ten?!” Renga feels his whole body flush right down to his toes. “Y-You were awake?!”
“You weren’t exactly being quiet in your sleep, y’know,” Ten says, sounding more as though he’s talking about the weather than this. “Moaning my name so freely like that was bound to catch my attention.”
Renga is seriously going to die of embarrassment. After this trip is over, he’s going to commit seppuku to repent for his crimes. “I-I-I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I know this must be weird to you and I completely understand if you hate me now, and—”
“Woah, woah, slow down. When did I say anything about hating you? I asked if you’d like some help.”
Renga’s throat goes dry. “…Help?”
“With this.” Ten’s fingers drag gently down Renga’s side until his hand is resting on his hip. “I’ve been told I’m pretty good with my hands.”
Renga feels himself grow impossibly harder with the implications. There is no way this is happening right now. “Am I still dreaming?”
Ten pinches his hip. “Nope, this is real life.”
“A-Are you sure…?” Renga asks. “I-I mean, I don’t wanna force you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, especially with someone like me…”
“Renga-san, I’m the one offering. And what’s that supposed to mean? You’re a model, no? Half of JPN would kill to have you in their bed like this.” Renga is glad Ten can’t see his face right now, because he’s 99% sure he’s never blushed harder in his life. “So? Do you want my help or not?”
Renga buries his face in his hands. “…Please.”
Ten noses against the back of Renga’s neck before slowly moving his slender fingers down, down, down until they brush against his clothed cock. Renga shudders—they’ve barely done anything yet and it already feels better than anything he’s ever done to himself. Perhaps it’s the sheer excitement of having another person’s body pressed against his, warm and real and alive.
Renga is unable to bite back a moan when Ten palms him through the thin layer of fabric, hips bucking up into his touch. If he wasn’t fully hard before, he certainly is now. His head feels somewhat fuzzy, part of him still convinced this is a dream.
“Lift your hips for me,” Ten murmurs. Renga obliges, allowing Ten to slide his underwear down to his ankles. “Good boy.”
Renga practically keens at that, slapping a hand over his mouth seconds later in regret.
“…Did you like that, Renga-san?” Ten asks, even though the answer is obvious. “C’mon, move your hand. You make the prettiest sounds, so I want to hear you.”
He wraps his hand around Renga’s cock, swiping his thumb over the head in an attempt to coax drops of precum out to ease the slide of his hand. Renga inhales sharply, a shiver racking his body. “T-Ten…”
Ten responds by biting into the soft skin at the bottom of Renga’s neck, sucking and licking until Renga is sure there’ll be a mark there when they wake up again. From the way Ten touches him, Renga can tell this is far from his first time doing this to someone else. A part of him is a little embarrassed that he’s so inexperienced compared to Ten, but that feeling is drowned out by the jealousy pooling in his stomach over the knowledge that he isn’t the only person who’s gotten to be intimate with Ten.
The whine Renga lets out when Ten lets go of his cock is nothing short of humiliating. “Why’d you stop?”
“Renga-san,” Ten whispers, pressing a kiss against the back of his neck. “Turn around. I want to see you.”
Renga’s heart skips a beat. He complies, twisting around until he and Ten are face to face. It makes everything so much more real—Ten looks beautiful right now, his cheeks flushed a faint pink and sweat beaded on his forehead. But before Renga can tell him this, Ten’s lips are on his, wet and needy and warm.
It may be Renga’s first kiss, but it certainly isn’t Ten’s. He kisses like a starved man, nipping at Renga’s lips in a way that turns his entire body to jelly. It doesn’t take long for the gap between them to close, their bodies resting flush against each other. Renga can feel how hard Ten is against his leg, letting out a little moan into Ten’s mouth. He did this. He made Ten like this. Renga gasps when Ten wraps his hand back around his cock, running his thumb over its leaking tip.
“Wait,” Renga mumbles against his lips. “I want you to feel good too.”
“How considerate of you. But it’s fine, you don’t—”
“Ten.” Renga reaches down between their bodies to graze his fingers over Ten’s clothed erection. “You want this too, don’t you?”
Renga doesn’t miss the way Ten’s breath catches momentarily in his throat. “…I can never say no to you, Renga-san. Do as you please.”
He fumbles around for a moment tugging Ten’s underwear down, swallowing when his half-hard cock comes to rest against his lower stomach. It’s hard to make it out perfectly in the dark of the room, but it’s flushed up to the tip and ever so slightly bigger than Renga’s. He can barely believe he’s actually getting to see it in the flesh after all this time dreaming about it. Renga takes it in his hand, giving it a few experimental strokes. It reacts to his touch, growing harder and hotter as Ten swears under his breath.
“Ten,” Renga breathes. “Does it feel good?”
“Yeah. Not bad for your first time.” Ten bites the bottom of his lip as Renga picks up the pace, trying to match the rhythm Ten set. “Mm, come closer.”
Renga isn’t sure that he can get any closer but he tries anyway, shifting until their foreheads are pressed together, both sticky with sweat. Ten lets go of him again, nudging Renga’s hand away for him to wrap his hand around both their cocks together. Renga whines, bucking his hips forward so that he’s practically grinding against Ten. He feels drunk off the stimulation, his heart pounding in his chest.
Ten kisses him again, their teeth clashing in a messy attempt to feel more of each other. Renga can feel himself growing closer by the second. He gave up on trying to quiet himself a while ago, moaning greedily into Ten’s mouth as he fucks into his hand.
“Ten—” Renga mumbles between kisses. “Please, Ten, yes, ah, Ten—!”
Ten doesn’t slow down his pace even as Renga spills into his hand, writhing and whimpering all the way through. It doesn’t take long for Ten to follow suit, a soft, “Renga,” on his lips that makes Renga’s heart flutter.
They lay there in the aftermath, breaths mingling as they gasp for air in the heat of the room. Ten’s eyes are hazy as he stares into Renga’s, his expression unreadable.
“Ten,” Renga whispers. “I like you.”
“Is that so?”
“Do you like me too?”
“…I do,” Ten says. “How could I not?”
“I’m glad.” Renga smiles, eyes fluttering shut. “I really like you a lot.”
Ten doesn’t respond, but Renga feels him place a hand on top of his head. He falls asleep to Ten softly stroking his hair, hoping he’ll still be there in the morning.