laurabryannan | Business as Usual, part 18 -- champloo? drabble

Sorry for the delay in getting this out. School doesn't start till the 5th, so mama be busy.

A fun discussion in someone's LJ about how cute Jin is when he's drunk and voila, my muse found a way into this scene. Not worksafe, 1266 words. I'm pretty happy with this. Hope ya'll will be too. Have a great Labor Day weekend!

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Business as Usual, part 18
by Laura Bryannan

Jin ignored Ryu-san's calls for two days, and if he and Yuki were spending time together, Yuki was being blessedly discrete about it, so Jin's anger at the situation dissipated. Finally he felt balanced enough to enter the battlefield once again, and picked up.

“Come over and watch the game with me,” Ryu-san proposed.

“The Giants?” Jin asked, incredulously. “You follow baseball?”

“Yeah, I do.”

Jin was interested in spite of himself. He liked baseball and Yuki did not. Yuki was a soccer fan, and it was one of the few topics they insulted each other about. The idea of watching the game with someone else actually sounded like fun. “All right,” Jin decided. “Should I bring anything?”

“Just whatever you want to drink if it ain't beer or sake.”

And so Jin found himself on Ryu-san's couch, munching dinner they'd ordered in, sake in hand. The team hadn't been doing so well in recent years and this game was no different, but Jin enjoyed commiserating with a fellow fan tremendously. His estimation of Ryu-san increased every time they cursed the ump at the same time or agreed on a player error. They spent the entire evening without jousting, and it was good.

By the time the game was over—Giants 3, Golden Eagles 5—Jin was pleasantly soused. Not enough to get sick, not enough to pass out, just nicely sloshed. So when Ryu-san came in from the kitchen and sat next to him, he did not object. He allowed the kiss, enjoying the feel of Ryu-san's arm around his shoulders. Ryu-san's hand was flat on his chest, and Jin felt the heat from it seeping into him, warming his heart and waking him up.

Ryu-san reached under his shirt and began to stroke—along his side, under his arm, thumb grazing a nipple—firmly enough to not tickle much, but enough to cause Jin to shudder involuntarily. He was drifting, allowing the warmth, the sensations and the sake to turn off his mind so his body could come out to play. There was a brief consideration, should I let him? Yes, he decided. He'd fucked Ryu-san first, and that was enough to establish his superiority, plus he was curious what kind of skills the guy had, so he relaxed and slid into dreamspace.

When Ryu-san's mouth left his, there was disappointment, but he gasped in appreciation when it latched onto his left nipple. It felt electrifying, and he was amazed. When Yuki teased him there it always felt irritating, never erotic. He'd grit his teeth, trying to resist the urge to flick the bothersome bug away, and could rarely tolerate the activity for long. Ryu-san was doing...something...and every flick or nip went straight to his cock. The sensations jolted him, causing his body to arch and writhe in ways he was unaware of. But Ryu-san's chuckling broke the spell.

“What's so funny?” Jin mustered the wherewithal to ask.

“Gotta get you drunk more often.”

Jin sighed. “Be quiet, Ryu-san,” he said. “You were doing so well. Don't ruin things by talking.”

Ryu-san growled. “You call me by my family name again, and I'm done.” He removed his hands from Jin's body to emphasize the point.

“All right, um...Mugen,” Jin responded. “Please shut up and continue.”

Mugen rolled his eyes but honored the request, kissing him again, teasing the roof of his mouth with the steel in his tongue. Jin would capture it every so often, closing his teeth so the barbell could not escape, and tickle the tip of it with his own while it's owner squeaked. The kissing drugged Jin, as it always did, the sake only enhancing the spell. The fiery mouth began at his throat, wandered down his arm, biting inner elbow and then moving to attack a nipple. It dipped into his navel and he squirmed. Oh please, lower, lower.... The heated dream returned, and he reveled in the sensations.

Mugen was in mid-kiss when he gathered Jin up and lifted him off the couch, so he had little ability to protest. A disturbing image of a bride being carried over the threshold entered Jin's mind, but he tried to ignore it. Mugen lay him on his bed and renewed his ministrations—kissing, laving, biting, sucking—and the distracting thoughts disappeared immediately.

At some point Jin realized his jeans were off. When did that happen? The ardent mouth was upon him again, and all his questions about what Mugen could do with the steel in his tongue were answered. Gods, the guy was talented...and blessedly thorough. Jin felt no urgency, no need to cum. In fact, he never wanted it to stop.

Warmth took him in, set his spine on fire, made him feel so alive, so aroused, it was like basking in a benevolent sun. He felt welcomed, cared for, tended in the most delicious way. And when that warmth wandered lower, where Yuki had never ventured, he was incredulous but grateful. Oh gods yes! It was as good as he'd always fantasized it would be. He was teased, opened, entered. It was heavenly. Don't stop, don't stop. Please don't stop. It didn't, not for a long time. His awareness was focused on every caress and every invasion, savoring the rapture.

When the warmth left him he ached for its return, but only for a moment. There was more tickling and then he was entered again, deeper this time, scratching an itch he hadn't known existed. Finger. Yes. More. Another. His cock was swallowed and his mind went white. It was almost enough to force the sting of the stretching from his awareness. But the fingers inside him knew how to cajole and soothe, and he was soon thrusting himself upon them shamelessly, unaware of his dance and how much Mugen was appreciating it.

Eventually there was a problem. Discomfort was poking at his consciousness, waking him from his intoxicating reverie, and he whimpered and thrashed his head in protest. It's him. Don't know if I can...he's so thick. Mugen's mouth took his again, entrancing him, ravishing him, and he relaxed once more.

“Shhh, easy,” Mugen whispered against his lips, "we're almost there, I can feel it. Let me try something, K?” Jin murmured an assent, and felt himself gathered into those strong arms again. Mugen knelt up, hugging him to his chest, holding him poised over the weapon only partially impaling him. And then he let go. Gravity did its work and Jin slid downward with a scream, although it was more in surprise than pain. Taken to the hilt, the burn was unmistakable, but so was the pleasure.

It was overwhelming enough that he opened his eyes and blinked in surprise to discover Mugen. That's right. It's him. He's doing this to me. But there was lust and appreciation reflected in the alluring face, so he smiled instead of bristled, and sought a kiss.

Mugen lay him down, began to move and he was lost again. So full, so complete, so utterly satisfying. The rhythm of life...like the sea, like breathing. Accepting and releasing, allowing the emptiness only because it meant the filling, again and again. The sensations washed over and through, surrounding him in a fierce heat that finally exploded, consumed and left him essentially unconscious.

There was a blanket. A warm body snuggling behind, enveloping arms into which he blissfully settled.

“You're fucking amazing, you know that?” his lover whispered. Jin smiled and slept.

to be continued

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