Good day to all! Here is the second chapter, dedicated to Jinjin and Yucca!
I hope you like it!
I hope you like it!
Title: The story of the summer - Part Four (four)
Chapter: 2 (out of 5 chapters INCOMPLETE)
Author: Eos_92
Gruppo/Artista : KAT-TUN, Jin Akanishi
Personaggi : Akanishi, Tanaka, Tamamori, oc
Coppie : Nakamaru/Akanishi,
Genere : longfic, AU
Rating : pg-17
Avvertimenti : yaoi
Riassunto : difficoltà di una giovane coppia di amanti xD
Note : dalla terza parte sono passati alcuni mesi... la scrittura è cambiata, spero lo stesso che vi piaccia!
Disclaimer : i personaggi non mi appartengono. Tutto quello che ho scritto è frutto della mia fantasia (A little 'buggy, to say xD)
Thanks : my sensei! Thanks for the support Cry \u0026lt;3
Ah ... aah ... nh ...
"It's so ... for you ...?" Gasped strong Jin clinging to his back and lean a bit 'skinny looking to relax: his penis was big and hard and pushing to enter.
"... What do you mean?" Gasped Yuichi clutching the sheets on either side of his face, sweaty, hot, flushed, soulful eyes narrowed in pain.
"I can not ... to relax ..." Jin continued, and there was a moan deeper, strangled, a trickle of saliva went from her full lips and went running without haste along the jaw and neck, and stopped his progress, collected from the lips of Yuichi, who leaned on him.
"So we stop," he said seriously and moved away a bit '. The hands on his broad chest, wet, slowly came to the little
... "No, wait"
... for what little they had managed to enter, but Jin grabbed his hand, still stuck on his heart, his left hand and the record could shine if it had not yet been wrapped in red ribbon that, old man, a bit 'worn, discolored, a little' ripped.
"But ..."
"No ..."
They looked into his eyes, dark and candid, Jin breathed harder, the broad chest rose and fell, his hand still thin Yuichi narrow in its , strong. Yuichi
was still excited. Jin
spread more legs, to welcome it better, with more heat, Yuichi let out a sigh more hoarse when he found him relaxed, and went inside him.
Completely.
"Ah ..."
"Sorry ..."
was beautiful, and it was all an illusion.
The blue sky of their summers as kids, the sun surrounded by the sultry depths compact, never a cloud, all relived in the long wail that had left the lips of Jin, the air held by Yuichi, and feared that the lungs would could explode. How
years had passed?
Jin ran her fingers through her hair and neck blacks and wet as wet and cold, because it was autumn, because they were completely naked and the window was still open.
"You ... cold ...?" Asked Yuichi and trembled with pleasure, shaking his head. It's never cold when I'm with you, but could not say anything, caught in the grip wet and burning, which was his strong relationship with Jin, he touched the climax every time they found themselves on the bed, every time that their bodies came together.
pleasure stifling every word, every thought.
Could only shake his penis with her hand strong lean, was hot.
If the fall had been able to disappear, if he could go back to that time, many years ago? At the soccer field that reflected the sunlight in the shed that had collected their love.
But nothing was possible.
Jin was in his hand, which is dirty.
looked into his eyes, was very beautiful.
His dirty hand reached the mouth of Jin Jin and licked his thin fingers; Yuichi broke free inside him.
three years.
Fall but the sun was shining, the air colder received its wake: had not worn anything all night, and the body had become cold.
Jin had kicked into the end of the bed sheet and blanket, Yuichi wondered how he blessed sit without feeling the cold wind coming in from the crack of the window safe. Yuichi
sighed, picked up from the ground that mass of cloth and took him back on the mattress, then closed the window. In the mess of clothes picked up his dark sweatshirt and put it on. It was also his
cold sweat, but so permeated by its strong smell of smoke that was enough to prove relief. Jin was like a fire, inexhaustible source of heat.
He shut the door slowly shoulders and looked at the disorder of the small living room, even those boxes in a corner, the same as three years before, the content had not yet found accommodation.
filled with mocha coffee and prepared to Jin the usual toast, it was too soon.
He had slept more than usual, perhaps trying to forget.
But the post, the white envelope, brown splash on the table.
He did not say anything to Jin.
"Hello ..." He started turning
shooting: Jin was standing in front of him, wearing only jeans still unbuttoned, without even putting the boxer, and was passed a hand through his hair, yawning loudly.
"Good morning," Yuichi approached him and shook him by the neck with your arms, pressing his lips to hers.
closed his eyes.
warned shake the hands of Jin's life, then take her back to caress her, and open her mouth and deepened the kiss. The Jin
hands were warm, and that heat has gone through the thick fabric of his sweatshirt.
"You've never given the 'good morning' as" Jin smiled against his mouth. Yuichi
opened his eyes and immediately is reflected in her.
Nothing had changed.
did not answer, but leaned a little 'side, still trapped in his embrace, and took the white envelope.
"What?" Jin asked, frowning.
"The last month's rent, if you do not pay within a week we were banging out"
Yuichi had spoken with his usual calmness, and without another word he had wriggle from the grasp of Jin, who had become hard, cold, suddenly.
leaned his letter on the table.
The coffee had begun to boil, and toast were ready for some time. Yuichi
turned off the gas and poured the whole content of coffee in a glass, then took the toast and put them on a plastic plate.
Jin had remained motionless, the letter on the table, took it and tore it.
"Why do not you tell me before?" Cried. Yuichi
grossed neck shoulders.
Only one other time he had heard the voice of Jin achieve those tones.
But this time there was the continuing fall in the shower that the muffled, and the door from wood that had been battered for the sting of Jin, to divide them.
was cold, even then, but that time there had been no sun. Perhaps the sun could help him out the window.
But he could not perceive its consistency.
"It arrived yesterday," Yuichi
took breakfast on the table, he pushed the pot to Jin, but he ignored him completely: he continued to stare in the face.
"You're too quiet ..." she said in a whisper.
"It is not true," said Yuichi "But we can not do anything, and I do not want you to stop the university, now that you're so close to graduation ... ... I thought of making extra. And to explain the situation to the head and ... "
I almost went out a scream.
Jin had fought under his hand wide open on the table, which, like the door groaned. Yuichi
held his breath when he arrived on the hot coffee and thin thighs, and the glass shattered on the ground that they cut their feet.
"You can not decide everything by yourself!"
Yuichi held his breath. But there was an egoist.
"I think it really so weak that I could not do two things together?"
Jin's hand had become violacea as pressed again on the poor table, Yuichi shook like a leaf, a leg was slightly burned because of the hot dark liquid and still hung there, and a slight trickle of blood ran from her ankle.
"Jin ... hurt me ..." could only say, and reached for her, and placed it over there, uncertain.
"Ah ..."
Jin blinked and cleared his vision, a cloud covered the sun and everything went gray.
dark eyes stared at her cheeks a bit ' Yuichi recess, which were streaked with tears, his eyes wide open, and beautiful lips crooked, sorrowful.
The tears were lost on the neck of his sweatshirt; Jin shook his hand.
The Adam's apple rose and fell Yuichi hold back a sob that would have shattered all, he felt paralyzed, and the hot coffee and the burning of the cuts were gone.
There was something that was even worse.
Jin said nothing.
He left his hand there, helpless and crying on the cold wood of the table, in pain.
disappeared into the room and came out with pants and laced Converse feet. Usually did not go around the house with shoes, but in the case of windows on the ground the question was mandatory.
He went to the sink and took dustpan and brush, picked up the glass from the floor, the floor was stained red. A small drop of pure and dirty at the same time.
Pura to Yuichi because everything was so great.
dirty, because he had been to provoke it.
clashed glasses and seemed to scream, a cry of pain of broken lives and mussels, in the blade fortunately large enough to contain them. Yuichi
trembled, and soon moved his feet, to allow the collection to the last fragment. Jin threw
all the trash and took the paper towels from the little cupboard by spraying with a bit 'of water from the faucet, they kneel in front of him, fearing that the windows could be left behind.
The sun had not come back, more and more engulfed in clouds of gray, as their voices disappeared somewhere inside them.
Like an automaton, Jin wiped thin thighs, and Yuichi petrified that he feared for ever looking inside himself even one small, tiny glimmer of strength, took the hand that seemed to have become one with the table and went through her hair loose.
"Sorry ..." he said with a whisper.
Jin shook his head and squeezed hard tissues, reducing them to shreds, then hugged his calves tight and placed his lips on her thigh.
The tears that came from his dark eyes ripercorsero the route traced by the coffee.
"I have to go to work," said Yuichi and Jin looked up from the laptop, which had some deep dark circles down his face.
was early morning on Monday.
They had spent all Sunday in a hushed silence, unreal, and the sun was not returned. They had not said anything more.
"Wait" Jin said, and in a moment he saved all the files she was working on and turned off the computer quickly.
"How?"
"Last night I called the boss and asked him if he did not need staff, I told him that we are at a somewhat 'critical ... luckily is a type including"
"Jin ..."
"Do not say anything, my mistake, give me the opportunity to remedy"
Wrong?
could not leave that it took all the blame, he did not like to talk about guilt, and they had decided to being together, sharing everything, anything, so could not get rid of their mistakes.
"It was not your fault, Jin" Jin
was silent, approached him and when he took his hands in front of their own.
"Look," he said seriously. Yuichi
looked up.
were the same height, it had always been. In a moment I heartened by the fact that certain things had not changed.
"Tiro always jump to conclusions, I realized why you said that. I know you do not want anything to your request, and I also know that it would be useless ... Sorry, because my family gives me just enough to keep the University ... I did not tell my parents that live with you, "Jin
Only once did a speech so long. When told that he would not be left behind.
Perhaps their lives were likely to be repeated? Yuichi
nodded. All that Jin had said was true. He cut all ties with his family four years ago, and since then he had not spoken with their parents, did not even know if they were alive or dead.
was the first time he said something about Jin's family.
"Let's go, otherwise we'll be late"
"Ah, Jin, wait!" Yuichi stopped him for a hand.
took a deep breath.
"I do not care what will happen in the future, I want to be with you"
Jin smiled, then, with agility, lifted from the ground and made him sit on the table.
"Forgive me ..." he whispered against her lips "Yesterday I hurt"
Yuichi shook his head, "I forgot" he said, "But promise me you'll stay with me "
" promise "
Jin's mouth could not smoke.
Although with a little 'hard work, lunch break was coming. Jin had threatened to break a glass, after what had happened the previous morning, it frightened him, and overthrow the tray a few times, but overall if it was done well. Yuichi
snorted again. Possible that all the girls who had entered the room looking like that? It seemed they were doing the scanning rays X!
snorted once again and began drumming his fingers nervously on the surface well polished thin the counter, staring at the clock on the wall looking forward: a few minutes to 1 pm.
Jin smiled warmly at the couple of girls who had served a cocktail, one of two long-haired blacks had lodged a little 'side and was eyeing the seat.
"Akanishi," cried then, Yuichi, and slapped on the counter-pure evil-making.
"I'll be right!" And bowed quickly to the two, who giggled.
"You can know that scream?" Jin asked softly, once he was in front.
"Okay who work here, but I can not stand the girls who look like that "perhaps once would have blushed saying such a thing, but not now, after all that had passed.
"Okay, forgive me," Jin said, smiling sweetly and pretended to lean forward to get something to pop a silent kiss on the cheek.
"Senpaaaai!"
jump.
Jin spun.
"Tama-chan?" They cried in unison.
The boy smiled radiantly. It was not changed at all, yet they were about two years since I saw him. I always blond hair, same length, the same cut, always friendly smile.
"How long have you back in Japan?" Yuichi asked, almost with tears in his eyes.
"We came back a couple of weeks ago, but because of the move we could not contact anyone. You are the first that we review "
Indeed, was not alone.
Behind him was a beautiful girl, his wife, all wrapped up in the cold.
Yuki's wife, Yuta, was two years older than himself, and was called in Italy as a model for a famous fashion designer, who chose some girls from around the world. "
The girl took off her woolen cap he was wearing white, uncovering her face, delicate and perfect hair and blacks as the pitch is decomposed a bit '; just bowed, smiling.
"Yuki finished their studies and prepare a degree in Fine Arts and ... was looking for a model that posasse for his drawings in charcoal"
"Ah ... congratulations," said Yuichi now, the girl bowed again.
"Er ... and we got to do that," asked Jin prohibited.
"Jin! You are rude! "Yuichi warned him immediately. But Yuki shook
head "Do not worry ... Nakamaru-san ..."
Yuichi was amazed, the girls really had a very good memory.
"If you give me permission ..." Then he continued "I would like Akanishi-san as a model for my thesis" The mouths of
Jin and Yuichi widened in unison.
"P-Enabled ...?" Okay, it was a little 'flushed.
She smiled even more.
"M-Type ...?"
Yuta literally burst out laughing.
"I can ask a soft drink? "he said Yuichi Yuki, who just nodded.
"This is really unbearable nausea continues ..." and put his hands on the bottom of the belly.
"But I do not say" said Jin indicating Yuta and then Yuki.
The boy blushed visibly.
"Jin, do not show people," warned him once again Yuichi.
"Eight weeks," said the radiant girl "I clipped my modeling work, and I decided to get his degree."
Subject of degree: the beauty of the metropolis, past and present in the confusion of colors.
Akanishi Jin was really perfect. With long hair and smooth, was a samurai ready to defend their empire, but kept it a bit 'ruffled and took the guitar, was a pop singer in all respects, if we still put a jacket and tie and glasses, was a true businessman. About a month after
The white light of winter pierced the glass and illuminated her figure: leaning against the window, her hands worn in faded jeans, shirtless, semispenta the cigarette between his lips. Wet hair and split.
His sharp eyes could portray every single detail, but it was not necessary, beauty in the moonlight, the title of the drawing, but the moonlight was ousted from the bustle of the metropolis.
other side of the room, and Yuichi Yuta quietly sipped hot tea from cups that held tight in his hands. Yuichi
seized with the eyes of his figure, and it seemed impossible to really stay with him, Jin was beautiful, as he had never seen before.
Yuki could take him in even the most seemingly useless and stupid and make it a strength, such as cigarette-off that was all-that marked the time with his ashes, ... falling ... falling like grains of sand in an hourglass.
"Tamamori-kun ..." I called softly.
"Mh?"
"I thank you ... but you should not have to force Jin to pay for this"
"But, sir, are you kidding? ... With everything you have done for me ... "
Yuichi smiled, you're a sweet guy, he thought, and thought to his daughter, yet so small and shapeless, his fortune, to have a father like Yuta . He thought of the beautiful Yuki, equally sensitive and wise, with that agility was tracking his features, and thought of him, his love, his Jin, that cigarette-completely-off, the time had passed.
"How to ... ... you name your daughter?" He asked in a whisper.
"Haru" Yuta said, smiling, turning to look on the belly of the girl, a bit 'bigger. Very nice.
Spring, Yuichi thought.
Haru would be born, just the spring.
Comment author:
Thanksgiving Antonio Canova, because while I was studying, I was reminded to do in the Jin model. Canova also use charcoal for his nudes, so my Yuki uses them, but I wanted to include the issue of the nude, and to give another meaning to the situation. However, the fact of giving the title of the thesis something to do with beauty is due Canova.
Probably, if he felt a thing (he "fixed" with the Greek ideals of beauty) will kill me, but luckily I can not xD.
beginning this story was to be much comedy, but in the end I put a little piece a 'tragic crisis as a couple, or any individual, I understand is a rather unrealistic, the model of work, such miracle that falls from the sky, but these young men have suffered enough, there think? Perhaps Kant is right, those who have always been good, they must also be happy, and then at the end of my characters are.
do not think it wrong to try at all costs to be happy, right? And then, as I know, it may happen some time between them another unexpectedly.
Five years have passed since the first account with them, are a bit 'grown up, no? I hope not to get too childlike portraits, but, in fact, it's not my fault if they behave like this, okay? Have decided them, I just limited to tell their story.
For the rest ... at last the famous girlfriend Tamamori has a face and a name! Yuki ... Snow ... and her daughter will be called Haru ... Spring.
Two contrasting elements at the same time complementary, at least in my life.
Waiting for Spring, I would say, but we're still in September. Before the winter comes, and I do not know if we will find him even snow. Maybe yes ...
Bologna
^ ^ Finally, This story has been very difficult, I think some pieces are also meaningless, a bit 'disconnected ... anyway, I apologize! But in the end, it was important to portray a slice of life, a flash, to see how they perform these two beautiful children, and I think that if they're doing very well, is not it? ^ __ ^
Now, over and out, otherwise the notes are longer than the story!
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