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Chapter 17
Ryosuke’s POV
When I opened my eyes again, I was looking into Tsukada’s face. Only Tsukada looked nothing like when I had last seen him, no dark hair or samurai knot, instead blond and in training clothes, and I froze as I stared at him, dropping the fake Katana in my hand to the floor with a loud clirring sound.
“Yamada-Kun?” the director asked, and all the movement around me ceased. I could feel the others’ eyes at me, and I could see Hikaru and Daiki and Kawai and everyone just with the appearance I knew them in.
My eyes met Chinen’s, and they were wide and shocked and hopeful, and it made me finally realize what was happening.
We were back.
I whirled around, searching until my gaze fell on Keito. He was looking at me, too, his face worried and his posture slightly off as he balanced himself on his better foot, and I could feel my throat closing up at his sight.
Keito was alive, and safe, and there to hug close.
And then I just crossed the distance to him and closed my arms around him. The tears fell the moment I had my face buried in his shirt and I could smell him and feel him and I wondered how I had survived without this before.
I would never let go of him again. Ever.
Keito seemed panicked at my reaction. He stroked my back and called my name and asked me what was wrong, and I could hear others calling my name too, but I could not listen to any of them, too focused on Keito. I knew that this must seem strange to all of them, maybe like I was having a mental breakdown, but I did not care, just clinging to Keito tightly, sobs wracking through my body.
***
Jesse’s POV
I felt the pain in my back even before I opened my eyes. There were noises, the dampened cheers of fans, and I blinked against bright light, trying to focus.
“Jesse!” I heard Hokuto’s voice, and I felt gentle fingers combing through my hair.
I turned my head a little to meet his eyes, flinching at how my whole body seemed to hurt at the movement.
Hokuto was sweaty from the performance and in silly stage clothes, which I had never been as happy to see as in this very moment, because they told me that this nightmare was over. That I was back in the present, after all.
"What the heck were you doing, Jesse?!" Hokuto called suddenly, more fierce than before. "Do you know how dangerous that was?! What could have happened to you?! I know you are often absent minded, but this is really going too far!"
"I am sorry" I said weakly, but I could see the emotion and the fear in Hokuto"s eyes, and as bad as it sounded, it felt good to see it.
"’Sorry’ he says" Hokuto groaned in annoyance. "I swear, Jesse, if-"
I cut him off by weakly pulling at his glittery blazer until his lips met mine. Hokuto"s kiss felt soothing, though he was anything but calm, and I had the weird urge to laugh despite the serious situation.
“I am really sorry” I whispered when I let go of him, smiling. “Also for making you worry over the last couple of weeks. I was a little insecure about some things, but none of it was your fault.”
Hokuto looked like he wanted to say something more, but then there was the noise of several discrete coughs, and we looked up to see Yugo, Taiga, Shintaro and Juri standing in the doorway, smirking. I had to gulp down the desire to jump up and hug all of them close, even Yugo, since the warmth in his eyes was such a huge contrast to the hate I had observed in that different dimension that it felt almost healing.
“We don’t want to interrupt your moment, but we felt like we needed to kick Jesse’s ass a little, too” Yugo announced, and I blinked at them dumbly.
“Wha-” I began, but was cut off by Taiga.
“None of us hate you for being popular” he said loudly, catching my eyes. “And much less for being together.”
“We all know this business very well” Juri shrugged. “If I learned one thing from my brother, it is that you can’t always choose your partners, but that all of it has some sense, in the end, even if we can’t see it yet.”
“Of course we would like to debut together” Shintaro murmured, making a face. “But we can’t influence what the old man decides. There is no need for you to feel bad about it.”
“I am sorry” I said automatically, my chest feeling heavy both from the weight of their words and the relief, and Yugo rolled his eyes.
“Stop apologizing” he smiled. “Do you think I’d still be friends with Fuma and Kento if I let stuff like that influence my friendships?! Just give your best and strive forward. We will do the same, as your rivals and comrades.”
I had to bite my lip, trying hard to suppress the tears I felt coming, and Hokuto smiled as he entwined our fingers.
“That being said…” Taiga murmured, and Shintaro groaned: “Ugh, let’s go before they become all lovey-dovey in front of us, because then I might have to throw up, and I won’t be able to go back on stage again!”
Juri made kissy faces at him as they departed, and Hokuto rolled his eyes before turning back to me.
“And next time there is something wrong, you’d better talk to me!” he said firmly, frowning again. “I can’t look into your head, Jesse! You are not as transparent as I’d like you to be sometimes.”
“I did not want you to think I’m doubting our relationship” I murmured, looking at our joined hands instead of his face. It was hard, to be open like this, but if I had learned one thing from my little trip to the past, it was that Hokuto believed in me no matter the circumstances. All I had to do was put some trust in him.
“I am not that insecure” Hokuto frowned, finally making me look up at him. “Maybe I don’t always know how to express it, but I know that we belong together. Like Yugo said, everything happens for a reason. And I believe that this thing between us is fate.”
I closed my eyes, too stubborn to let the tears slip, and I could swear that I heard Hokuto chuckle before he leaned in for another soft kiss.
***
Kento’s POV
I felt a sharp pain as Yokoyama’s blade grazed my cheek, not quick enough to withdraw myself, and a part of me hoped that he had hit me hard enough to make me follow Fuma to wherever he had gone.
When I opened my eyes again, though, the pain was not on my cheek but on the back of my head, and I felt myself pressed against a wall, blinking in confusion.
“Shit, I am sorry!” I heard Fuma’s frantic voice, and for a moment I wondered if I was hallucinating, but then, soft fingers cupped my cheek, making me look up into familiar brown eyes.
Worry and guilt flew over Fuma’s face as his other hand came up to softly rub my scalp right where the pain was coming from.
“Are you hurt? Damn, I did not mean to-” Fuma cut himself off with a gulp, and I just continued staring at him, unable to process what was happening. Maybe I had really died, I figured. But then I took in Fuma’s hair and clothes and it dawned on me that I was finally far far away from this place full of hate and pain and death, back to where I belonged.
“Nakajima?” Fuma asked softly, scanning my face. “Say something? Are you okay?”
I was unable to answer, though, still frozen, letting the realization that he was safe wash over me. That he was alive and talking to me, and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face again, though I guess my eyes had never really been dry, only seconds having passed in this time while all the battles had been fought in this other reality.
Fuma still seemed alarmed and helpless, but before he could ask for my well-being again, I had grabbed his shirt and pulled him close.
My lips on his were desperate and demanding, and though Fuma tensed at first, seeming surprised by my move, he melted into me soon after, returning the kiss just as eagerly, his fingers buried in my hair and his other arm hooking around my waist, pulling me completely against his body.
When we finally pulled apart, I was crying even harder than before, and Fuma seemed as lost as I had never seen him before as he hugged me tightly, and I pressed my face into his neck in a fruitless attempt to dampen my sobs.
“I am sorry, Na - Kento” Fuma whispered, and I whimpered at the sound of my first name, going through me like a ray of sunlight, warming me from the inside. “I know I suck at telling you what you mean to me, but I never realized that you felt like this. I always just assumed that you understood without me spelling it out to you. Because you always seemed to see through me anyways, and I just…”
I wanted to answer, but all I brought out were incoherent sobs, and Fuma held me even tighter.
“I love you” Fuma whispered, and his voice sounded weak and shaky as well now, almost distracting me from his confession. “I need you almost more than food and air, so don’t tell me that you want to leave me. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Like seriously… just don’t. Please.” His voice cracked at the last word, and it made me pull away to look at him.
The tears in his eyes were the last puzzle piece I had needed, even more than his words, because other than me, Fuma never cried in front of others. But still, here he was, terrified by the thought of losing me, and it gave me the confirmation I had always wanted.
When I leaned up to meet Fuma’s lips again, both of us were kind of sobbing into each others mouth, but still, it was more perfect than any other kiss we had ever shared.
***
Chinen’s POV
“Maybe we should just… call rehearsal off for today?” The director said slowly as he stared uncomfortably at Ryosuke crying into Keito’s chest.
There was a round of low murmurs of agreement before everyone began to draw back. I threw another look at Keito and Ryosuke, Keito seeming completely overstrained and Ryosuke as done with the world as I had ever seen him (and I could not even blame him, considering what he had witnessed in the past), before looking around for Yuya.
Yuya was talking lowly to Daiki and Inoo, and my eyes met Inoo’s as he smirked at me, obviously daring me.
I was past the point caring about Inoo or anyone else, though, and I saw him blink in surprise as I crossed the distance between us, reaching out to close my fingers around Yuya’s wrist.
Yuya froze as he turned to meet my eyes, and I tried hard to ignore my racing heartbeat and the slight dizziness, instead bringing out, a little breathlessly: “Are you free tonight?”
Yuya blinked, before throwing a fleeting look at the other two BEST members, murmuring: “We were planning to go out for dinner, but-”
“Nevermind” Inoo said quickly, smiling as if Christmas had come early, and Daiki glared at him, obviously seeing him as the cause for the loss of his money. Well, not my fault that they kept betting over their members’ love lifes. “Actually I was just putting off finishing the bachelor essay, so I will just go home and be a good student.”
Daiki snorted, but I chose to ignore them, instead focusing on Yuya’s eyes. His gaze was burning into me, and I felt a little insecure at that, but still managed to ask: “Is it okay if I come over, then?”
“Sure” Yuya nodded, and I smiled as I let go of his hand, standing there awkwardly for a moment before vaguely gesturing to the dressing room, causing all of us to move again.
Gosh, what had I just gotten myself into?
***
Ryosuke’s POV
At first I refused to let go of Keito, just clinging to him desperately as he tried to break my embrace, but he was still bigger and stronger than me though he barely used his strength against anyone, and it was easy for him to disentangle himself once he really tried.
I barely realized where he led me to - there were corridors and blurry faces as we passed them by, and occasionally Keito opened a door to peek inside.
Both of us froze when we encountered Kento and Fuma in a tight embrace, both blinking up at us with tears in their eyes, and I almost had to smile as I met Kento’s gaze, knowing exactly how he was feeling right now.
Finally, Keito found an empty storage room and pushed me inside, closing the door behind us softly and turning to look at me again.
“Ryosuke” he whispered, and I bit my lip, trying hard to bite down the sobs that were still wracking through my body. “What is wrong? Talk to me, please!”
“I am sorry” I barely brought out, my voice high and shaky and it made Keito reach out to me again immediately, squeezing my shoulder. “I did not want to neglect the band. I did not want to fight with you. I did not-”
“But we settled that” Keito reminded me, blinking. “We made up, didn’t we? So why-”
“But you are still hiding from me” I pointed out. “You keep secrets and avoid being alone with me, and I can’t take that! I know it’s my fault and I am sorry!”
“... It’s not your fault” he said hesitantly, seeming uncomfortable again at my words. “Sometimes it’s just better to not speak up, you know. To not make things difficult.”
“I don’t care about difficult!” I protesting, cutting myself off when Keito chuckled at that.
“You kept snapping at everyone because you are stressed out of your mind!” he reminded me. “You just started crying in the middle of rehearsals! And you want to tell me you can take any more complications?!”
“This and that are two different pair of shoes!” I called, because it was the truth. All the stress of schedules and solo activities had never seemed as far away as in this very moment. “I am not crying because of all the stress! I am crying because I don’t want to lose you!”
Keito frowned, obviously trying to comprehend how I had come to this conclusion, but I knew that he couldn’t, not without experiencing what I had just now. So I just took his hand, entwining our fingers and gaining his attention back in an instant.
“You don’t need to understand it” I murmured softly. “Just do me the favor and accept my words as they are.”
“I still think you are overworked” Keito pointed out, and I snorted, squeezing his hand.
“Think whatever you want” I shrugged. “It doesn’t change what I am feeling.”
“Then what are you feeling?” Keito enquired, shaking his head. “I don’t understand, Ryosuke. All this time, I just…”
“You what?” I prodded when Keito did not continue speaking. “Tell me.”
Keito took a deep breath, and he seemed scared as he continued: “I was afraid of losing you. You were so focused on your career and your solo activities and I just… I was afraid that you would leave us behind. Leave me behind. That you would go to a place where I can’t reach you anymore.”
“That will never happen” I said indignantly. “JUMP is an important part of my life. And so are you.”
“YamaPi said he would never leave NEWS” he said airily. “And Akanishi probably told Kamenashi that they would always be friends, too.”
“I’m not them” I insisted. “Keito, do you still not understand? There is more connecting me to you than just the band.”
“And what?” Keito whispered, and his question was so honest, so urgent, that I knew it was no provocation, no calculation behind it, but Keito was never like that, anyways. He was honest and pure in a way that sometimes stunned me, but was fascinating and comforting at the same time.
“I love you” I whispered, all strength leaving my voice as I finally admitted it out loud, and Keito’s eyes widened. “You are important to me, Keito, and I am sorry if I did not show that to you in the past. I will do better from now on.”
Keito did not say anything, seeming to have frozen, and I squeezed his hand in slight desperation, not dealing well with the silence.
It took all of my courage to step this tiny bit closer to him and to bring my hand up to cup the back of his neck. Keito blinked, but did not put up any resistance as I gently pulled him down to my height, stretching the last bit to press my lips against his.
My heart was racing in my chest, and I had trouble breathing, my whole body shaking from the force of my feelings. Keito’s lips moved against mine, though, softly and tentatively, but he was clearly returning the kiss, and it made the annoying tears sting in my eyes again, though I kept my lids firmly closed, not allowing to let them slip.
When we pulled away again, I kept Keito close, just pulling back enough to look into his eyes.
“I love you” I repeated. “I need you by my side.”
It seemed to be what Keito needed to hear, the reassurance that he was wanted, that he was not just a nuisance, and I should have known that this was what bothered Keito most, because he had never had enough self-esteem.
When he connected our lips again, his lips were much more demanding, and I let myself fall into it, wrapping both my arms around him with the firm resolution to never let go of him again.
***
Kento’s POV
I was barely conscious of the way home. There had been something about cancelled practice and new schedules, but I could barely process it and was thankful that Fuma handled everything by himself, keeping me out of it. It was all I could do to make myself stop crying before we left the agency.
Fuma behaved completely different after my breakdown, always keeping a hand on my shoulder even while in public, and that he had not pulled away from my embrace when Keito and Yamada had burst into the room earlier showed me that apparently, he had stopped caring what other people would think about our relationship.
My parents were not home when we arrived, and I was glad about that, because my mother would probably have had a heart attack at seeing me return too early and with puffy eyes. Fuma still let me get out of my shoes and jacket and get some water from the kitchen, but as soon as I had closed the door to my room, his arms were already around me, pulling me tightly against his chest. We just stayed like that for a moment, hugging in silence, and it felt so good just to be like this, for once, without any urgency, just the intimacy of each other’s embrace.
“I’m sorry” Fuma said finally, squeezing his arms around my shoulders. “I never wanted you to feel insecure about us, really. I know I have difficulties with expressing my feelings, especially if I am stressed like I am at the moment. We have the butai, the album promos, and new years concerts ahead, and I still have to prepare for graduation exams and Uni entrance exams, and I just… I know I did not put a lot of effort into this relationship, or into you, because of that. If I had known that you were doubting me so much, I would have done that differently… I am sorry.”
“I just” I breathed, burying my face in his shoulder, not caring that my voice came out muffled as I continued. “We always had this bond, and I wanted to believe in it, but… You kept holding your distance from me when others were around, and even when we were alone, we barely did more than sleep with each other, and-”
“Because when I touch you, I can relax, and it makes me feel good” Fuma interrupted me.
“But there are other ways of giving intimacy too” I said slowly, trying to put what I had been feeling all these weeks into words. “For example this” I elaborated, squeezing his waist pointedly. “Or cuddling and sleeping in each other’s arms, not disappearing immediately to catch the last train. I mean… I don’t want you to spoil me, but-”
“Of course you want me to spoil you” Fuma chuckled, but he pressed his lips to my temple softly as he said it. “But I guess it’s fine, since it’s you. I knew you’d be a handful of work when I fell in love with you. Sorry for not doing my job properly until now.”
I made a dissatisfied noise, not sure if I liked being called work-intensive, but when Fuma pulled away to smile at me softly, I thought that maybe, it was okay.
“So, I know you want to cuddle and all” Fuma said slowly. “But are you going to push me away if I kiss you? Because this would be the perfect time for make-up sex.”
I rolled my eyes, but could not help but smile, and Fuma seemed to take this as consent, stroking my cheek and pulling me into a soft kiss.
This had always worked well between us, this physical contact, but even that seemed more intense now, or maybe it was just my imagination because now that I knew what Fuma felt for me, I could feel it in his caresses, the gentleness with which his lips brushed mine, and the affectionate touches. And after everything that had happened, both in this time and in the other where I had had to watch Fuma die in my arms, it felt so overwhelming to be kissed like this, like I was the only thing that mattered to Fuma, that I could not stop the tears from welling up in my eyes again.
Fuma held in when one of them slipped and hit his fingers on my cheeks, pulling away to look at me again, his eyes wide.
“Kento, no” he murmured, pain in his voice as he brought his other hand up to cup my face in both hands, wiping the tears strains with his thumbs. “Stop crying, please! I can’t take this!”
I wanted to answer, but I only brought out some strangled sob, and Fuma sighed, his troubled face the cutest thing I had ever seen.
“I will never be able to keep up with your emotions” he murmured, and when I shrugged awkwardly, he pulled me in another kiss.
I could not really stop my tears, but the more I cried, the more Fuma seemed intent on distracting me. His lips wandered from my mouth over my face, catching my tears, along my jaw and down my neck, pulling at my shirt when he met cloth instead of skin.
It progressed naturally like that, Fuma softly pushing me onto the bed and covering my body, light touches joining his kisses, appreciating me with a patience and thoroughness I was not used to from Fuma. I just let myself fall into his care, every touch seeming to heal the wounds I had been carrying around for the last couple of weeks, making me feel complete again.
Fuma took much more time for foreplay than he usually did, almost celebrating it in a way that made me believe the ultimate goal was touching me more than just getting off. It were the light touches that made me shudder the most, palms smoothing over my arms or tickling fingers at the back of my knee, areas that were mostly neglected but felt much more sensitive than I ever would have thought.
When Fuma rummaged for the lube, I did not expect him to press it into my hand.
“You want me to prepare myself?” I murmured, frowning a little, but Fuma shook his head quickly, his face flushed as he murmured: “I want you to do it to me.”
I only blinked, my eyes widening at that, blurting out: “But we never…!”
“I know” Fuma breathed. “That’s why…”
I was still staring as Fuma sat up to get out of his underwear, the last piece of cloth still left between us, and planted both knees firmly on each side of mine, straddling me and leaning down to kiss me again.
He did nothing more than that, obviously waiting for me to catch on, and my fingers were shaking as I finally opened the lube and squeezed some into my fingers. I spread it carefully, and when I brought my slick fingers to his entrance, slowly circling the twitching ring of muscles, Fuma’s only reaction was to deepen our kiss, his tongue stroking mine leniently as if to distract himself from what was happening further down.
He was tight when I carefully pushed a finger inside, clenching down on me vehemently, and I knew that this was effort for him, giving himself into my hands like this, but I appreciated the gesture, showing me more of what I meant to him than any of his words.
Fuma opened up for me slowly, knuckle for knuckle, finger for finger, and it took much longer than when he prepared me, but this was not what this was about, and I was happy to see this side of him, treasuring all the little shudders and moans that slipped Fuma’s fragile control.
When I finally found his prostate, Fuma moaned out loud, clinging to me in obvious desperation when I traced it purposefully with my fingertip.
“Kento” he whimpered. “Oh god… Please…”
“Okay?” I whispered, and Fuma nodded vehemently, sighing when I finally redrew my fingers.
I pulled up my knees then, trying to find leverage, and Fuma sat up, balancing himself with one hand on my thigh, the other hand going for the lube.
I moaned lowly when Fuma lubed my length thoroughly, stroking it for a few times before leading it to his entrance. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he started lowering himself.
I was pretty sure that he was going faster than was comfortable for him, but I was too overwhelmed by his heat and his tightness engulfing me to stop him, and before I could get a grip of myself he I had already bottomed out and Fuma was sitting completely on my lap, groaning as he shifted and shuddered.
“Oh god” he whispered. “Oh god…”
“Come here” I barely brought out, and Fuma nodded fuzzily as he let himself fall forward, being caught in my arms.
We embraced each other tightly as Fuma got used to the feeling, his face pressed into my neck and I was a little worried if he was getting enough oxygen, but he did not seem to care.
“Okay?” I asked after a while, my hands shaking with the strain of holding back, and Fuma made a vague sound of agreement, fisting my sweaty hair as if to brace himself.
The first thrust of hips was controlled and careful, gauging Fuma’s reaction, but as he just found my lips for another kiss, breathless and messy, I became more confident.
The angle was weird and it was hard for me to create a rhythm, but soon Fuma pulled himself up on his elbows and moved with me, and then it became easier. With the change in position, I was also finally able to reach his prostate, and Fuma moaned loudly, unusually vocal today.
“Kento, I am so close” he murmured, pulling at my hair, making me groan in a feeling that had nothing to do with pain. “Oh god!”
“Do you want me to-” I brought out between parts, but even before I could finish the sentence Fuma called out, clinging to me as he came onto my stomach.
The tightness around me became unbearable, and I barely managed two more thrusts before I followed after him.
None of us spoke or moved as we came down from our highs, and only long after our our breathing had evened out and the shivers and aftershocks had subsided, Fuma raised his head to meet my eyes.
He stroked my sweaty hair out of my face, licking his lips once before murmuring, very quietly: “I love you. I know I am difficult sometimes, and I will try to do things better from now on, but I hope that you have at least realized this now. When you feel insecure the next time, just tell me, and we can work it out together, okay?”
“Okay” I smiled, and as Fuma kissed me, I wondered if that was the lesson I was supposed to learn from my trip into the past: That no matter how hopeless the situation seemed, if we only talked and listened to one another, there was nothing that couldn’t be solved between us.
***
Fujigaya’s POV
When I opened my eyes, my head was hurting, and I was annoyed for a moment because this was death, I was not supposed to be hurting anymore, was I, but then the bright light around me turned to cameras and shiners, and I felt something heavy move on top of me, something warm and familiar, and I had to smile as I realized that this was not death at all, more the contrary instead.
When Kitayama began to recite his lines, I answered automatically, without thinking about it, and the smile was real, not acted.
I caught Kitayama when the scene was done, on the way to the toilet. He yelped and was probably ready to punch me as I pushed him into the wall, mouth opening to snap at me, but then, my lips closed over it, silencing him.
He returned the kiss as if on instinct, and I was surprised at how well we fit together, and how good it felt. Fate could be a strange thing, sometimes.
“Is this a joke?” was the first thing Kitayama asked when I pulled away. “Are there cameras?”
“No” I sighed, rolling my eyes.
“Then have you hit your head so hard?” he frowned, watching my face for any signs of damage, and I snorted.
“Pretty hard, yeah, you fatass” I shot back. “But it’s not what this is about.”
“Then what is this about?” Kitayama demanded.
I smiled before I said quietly: “I made a promise to an old friend that I have to keep.”
Kitayama’s eyes narrowed, obviously not understanding a word of what I was saying, but I was unwilling to give any more details, and when I connected our lips again, he did not fight me.
***
Chinen’s POV
“You can already sit down in the living room, I will get plates and water” Yuya announced, disappearing into the kitchen, and I nodded as I toed off my shoes and tentatively made my way through the apartment.
I had only been here one time with the rest of the band, shortly after Yuya had moved in, and it had changed a lot since then, furniture having been added and moved and the rooms looking more occupied and lively now, not as sterile as they had back then.
I carefully moved a stack of washed clothes from the couch to a table across the room before sitting down on it, eyeing the mail and bills that were spread over the couch table.
“Sorry” Yuya murmured as he entered, carefully putting the plates and the bags of take out we had brought onto the table before collecting all the papers. “I did not expect visitors tonight.”
“Sorry for bursting in” I murmured nervously, but Yuya shook his head, neatly stuffing the things into a shelf before putting out the plates and dividing our food.
I was thankful for the food because it calmed my nerves and gave me an excuse to not talk for a while. Yuya turned on the TV and we ate in silence while watching VS Arashi.
By the time the show was done, though, not even Ohno was enough to distract me from my nervous fumbling, and when I decidedly put the empty plate and the chopsticks away before I picked someone’s eye with it, Yuya looked at me curiously.
“Do you still want to watch something else, or…?” Yuya asked, and I opened my mouth, trying to find an answer.
“I like you” I blurted out, eyes widening at my own words, and Yuya blinked, looking at the TV in confusion as if trying to decide if there was actually a show with that name on somewhere and where to find it, before reluctantly turning it off.
“I guess that means no” he said slowly, and I took a deep breath.
“I have been in love with you ever since France!” I continued, figuring that I could not make it worse than it already was. “And if he weren’t nearly twice my size I would kick Juri’s ass, and-”
“Chinen” Yuya said in a warning voice, but he was laughing, and I was not sure if that was a good sign.
“... Yes?” I murmured, bracing myself, and Yuya grinned.
“I kind of knew” he chuckled. “Even before Inoo kindly tipped me off.”
I stared at him, not quite knowing what to say apart from that I would strangle Inoo the moment I got him between my fingers (he was taller, too, but he had zero muscles, and I could jump high), and then Yuya continued: “I was wondering if I should say something, but then you seemed so mad, and I was not sure what I had done. So it was Juri. That makes sense.”
I blushed deeply, tempted to just get up and leave the room and join a traveling circus, but then Yuya moved closer, and before I knew it, I was pulled into a hug.
Yuya’s embrace was firm and warm and it kind of soothed my frustration away, making me sigh softly as I leaned my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes.
“I like you, too” Yuya said finally, his voice so soft it made me smile.
“You could have said that earlier” I complained, and Yuya was grinning as he pulled away to look at me.
“Sorry” he chuckled, but he merely looked amused, and I could not really hold it against him. A ridiculous amount of butterflies was roaming in my stomach like I was your average middle school girl with a crush, but I did not care because Yuya liked me and the rest was irrelevant.
“You can make it up by kissing me now” I mused. “You know, since I had to be all grown up and confess and stuff.”
“Very grown up” Yuya teased, and I glared like the spoiled brat I was.
Yuya was chuckling as he leaned in, but as soon as our lips met, all the teasing was forgotten. Yuya tasted of the food he had just had (Indian Curry and some Tandoori Chicken) and something that was purely him, and it was addictive, making me deepen the kiss immediately to taste infinitely more of it.
I had always been impatient and greedy, and apparently Yuya was not an example for that, because the longer we kissed, the more of him I wanted. Soon deep kisses did not suffice anymore, so I started to let my hands explore, but the clothes in the way frustrated me, so I slipped them under the hem of his shirt, needing to feel skin.
When even that was not enough to still my thirst, I climbed into his lap, craving for body contact, and Yuya moaned into our kiss as I straddled him.
“Yuri” Yuya whispered, and the sound of my first name from his lips in this tone made me shudder.
“I want you” I murmured, pointedly grinding my hips against his, feeling the hardness in his pants align with mine through our clothes.
Yuya only made a vague noise, and I was not sure what to make out of it, until he dislodged one of his hands from my hips and began to unzip my jeans.
I groaned when his fingers stroked me through the material of my jeans, pulling away from his kiss to look at me, and I held into his shoulders as I rocked my hips into his touch.
“You are so impatient” Yuya murmured, laughing a little.
“Shut up and stop teasing” I snapped, so aroused that it was frustrating.
I was glad to find out Yuya listened well enough, and when his fingers slipped into my underwear, I was unable to think straight with the pleasure that ran through me. Yuya’s hand was large and warm and his grip tight and perfect, and I moaned as I leaned my head against his shoulder again, moving my hips with his strokes.
“You look so good like this” Yuya whispered, as if he was sharing a secret with me.
I only hummed, unable to form an answer. It did not take much of this until I felt the warmth pool in my belly, and I wanted to warn Yuya, but then his fingers brushed over my tip and it all snuck up on me faster than I thought. I came with his name on his lips, and Yuya pulled me into his arms, holding me close as I tried to catch my breath.
“Satisfied?” he asked, his amused tone breaking through my clouded mind and making me laugh.
“For now” I chuckled breathlessly, squeezing his shoulder. “Though I should still take care of you.”
“... Only if you want to” Yuya murmured, though the intake of breath when I palmed him through his pants spoke another language.
“Shut up, I’ve been wanting to do this for months” I uttered, my hands shaking a little as I tried to get him out of his pants and underwear as efficiently as possible, even if that meant I needed to get up.
I did not climb back into his lap, though, instead settling on his floor, making Yuya blink down at me in confusion.
“What are you-” he began, but cut himself off with a moan when I stroked him once from tip to base, making his thigh tense under my fingers.
“Shut up” I repeated, amused and smug about the power I had over Yuya in that position. I nudged his knees slightly apart, slipping between them and throwing one more look at his face, glad to see his eyes following my every movement, before leaning in.
I had never done this before, but Yuya’s soft moans guided me, and I met his eyes every so often when I looked up and the expression in them made me feel more ecstatic than a sold out Tokyo Dome concert could.
Yuya’s orgasm made me shiver as well, getting to me in a way I had not thought possible after just having gotten off myself.
I did not leave him time to come down from his high before I was back in his lap, kissing him deeply.
“Again?” Yuya murmured when I let him breathe, making me grin.
“You have no idea what you have just gotten yourself into” I warned, but Yuya seemed only mildly alarmed when I leaned in again.
***
Ryosuke’s POV
“He is not crying” Hikaru announced when he entered the dressing room with Daiki the next morning, making me roll my eyes at him as I continued to style my hair. “And he is not screaming at anyone. So that means we will have rehearsals today?”
I was just about to snap at him, but then I was distracted by Keito entering the room behind him, my face immediately breaking out into a smile, making Hikaru and Daiki blink at me in confusion.
“Damn, how does Inoo win all the bets?!” Daiki grumbled, and I rolled my eyes.
“I have no idea what you are talking about” I lied, but the not-so-secret smirks Keito and I exchanged told another story.
“Young love, how nice” Hikaru sighed, sounding like the grandpa of the band, and I decided to quickly wander off somewhere before Yabu turned up and they would start gushing about how much their kids had grown up.
The way to the vending machine was weirdly eventful. First I almost bumped into Hokuto, who was running around the corridors in disorientation, claiming he was searching for Kento.
“He has not been answering my mails for a week, and I am a little worried” he told me as I offered to walk him to the dressing room. “Has anything been going on?”
“Maybe he was heartbroken because he and Fuma were rocky or something” I mused, trying to count together what I knew both from the past and the present, barely realizing when Hokuto stood to stare at me.
“Kento and Fuma?!” he asked incredulous. “What do you mean?! Did I miss something?!”
“... Oh” I murmured. “You did not know that.”
Hokuto was kept from saying anything more when we heard laughter from the hallway, and turned to see Fuma and Kento walk towards us, too distracted by their animated discussion to notice us. I took in the honest smile on Kento’s face for a moment, and it made me smile, too, glad that his problems seemed to have been solved as well last night.
“You two hooked up?!” Hokuto called reproachfully, making both Fuma and Kento freeze and notice us. “Why did you not tell me?!”
“How do you know?!” Fuma blinked, and I smiled uncomfortably as his eyes fell onto me.
“Sorry?” I murmured, and Kento was just opening his mouth to respond when his phone rang. He held in to pull it out as Fuma tried to explain to Hokuto that they kind of, sort of, had been together for a few months, and I wondered if it would be safe to steal away when Kento picked up, murmuring quietly into the speaker: “Jesse, can I call you back in a few minutes?”
That made both Fuma and Hokuto hold in, and when Kento had hung up, he felt all pair of eyes on him.
“What?!” he asked in confusion, but Hokuto crossed his arms, glaring at him.
“You haven’t answered my mails for ages” he pointed out suspiciously. “And since when are you in contact with my boyfriend?”
“I want to know that, too” Fuma frowned, and Kento seemed a little stressed, looking at me for help, but I had no idea either how to explain to the others that all these developments had happened in a sphere none of them could remember.
So the only thing I could think of saying was: “Kento-Kun, I need to talk to you!” That seemed to only confuse Hokuto and Fuma more, but Kento nodded thankfully and followed me down the hall, towards the vending machine I had originally aimed for.
“Thanks” he murmured, and I chuckled, shaking my head.
“Try to not accidentally tell them that we’ve all traveled to the past” I advised. “Plus for our sake and for the sake of some of our friends… I for my part don’t want to explain to Yuma that he killed Keito” I added with a grimace, and Kento nodded with a sigh.
He opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a loud: “WAIT, YOU GUYS WERE THERE, TOO?!”
We turned in surprise, staring back at an incredulous Fujigaya Taisuke at the vending machine, coins still in hand and raised to insert them but frozen in the movement.
“... Oh” I frowned, remembering the scene I had witnessed in the past with Kitayama and him. Now that I knew, this kind of made sense. “Yeah, us and Chinen and Jesse.”
“WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME A THING?!” Fujigaya demanded, and Kento and I looked at each other helplessly, but I was kept from answering when I heard Yuto call my name.
“Ryosuke, the management is calling us!” he yelled, freezing when he saw Fujigaya look positively livid. “Um…”
“I’m coming” I called, throwing an apologetic look at Kento, who pleaded me silently to not leave him alone with the mad Senpai, but well, better him than me, I thought with some relief as I followed Yuto down the halls.
“What was that?” Yuto enquired, but when I just shrugged, he dropped it.
We entered the dressing room one moment before Chinen and Takaki stormed in, looking out of breath and frantic.
“You are just in time” Inoo welcomed them with a grin. “Chinen, Yuya’s scarf is slipping from your neck and I can see your hickeys. Daiki, I want my money.”
Daiki threw something at him, and Chinen rolled his eyes as he adjusted his shawl and caught my eyes, grinning.
“It’s too chaotic today” Keito complained to me under his breath, and I did feel a little sorry for leaving him alone to deal with BEST and their teasing.
“There is worse trouble, though” I mused, entwining our fingers for a moment and marveling in the smile I got in return, ignoring the cat calls from Hikaru and Inoo.