FIC: Under the Table [Subaru/Ohkura, Ryo/Yasu, NC-17]

Sat, 26 Apr 2008 05:40:03 GMT

Title: Under the Table~
Pairing: Subaru/Ohkura, Ryo/Yasu [implied Ryo/Ohkura, etc]
Rating: er, NC-17. Naughty.
Disclaimer: ONE DAY....one day....
Notes: Er, this is the first in hopefully many more lovely filthy collaborations between theotheralissa and this_is_cd. We spend our days emailing and being completely bonkers and well. We wanted SubaKura for so long and FINALLY we have achieved it. *_* We hope to write more of this and well. Eito in general because Eito deserves the filth flarn filth and copious love we have for them... ♥ /creep. Thank you Ilana for reading over it for us ♥
Summary: Gratuitous porn, sayeth pashoshi

At first, Ohkura thinks this is just a Subaru...thing. One of those things where he gets a little overly excited, a little drunk and very, very friendly. He's had his hand on Ohkura's thigh for most of the night, under the table. It doesn't really register in Ohkura's mind. It's not strange for them to touch each other, any of them, and especially Subaru.

They’re all sitting around a small table at a bar, and Hina is more drunk than Ohkura has ever seen him. Ryo keeps catching Ohkura's eye and grinning at him, like he's going to give Hina shit for this tomorrow, if he decides to bother with it. It's when Subaru moves his hand, resting on the top of Ohkura's thigh, to somewhere decidedly between Ohkura's legs that Ohkura starts to take notice. He doesn't say anything, or even change his expression, just keeps looking forward even though he can see Subaru looking at him out of the corner of his eye.

When Ohkura finishes his beer, he realizes that Subaru has started moving his fingers very slightly, pressing them into his pants. He's definitely trying to get Ohkura's attention now. Ohkura still refuses to look at him even though he can tell that Subaru isn't even looking away anymore. Ryo has gone to sit next to Yasu. He keeps glancing up to look at Ohkura with an odd smile. He puts his head on Yasu's shoulder and Yasu grins and pets his hair affectionately while talking to Maru. Yoko is trying to make Hina drink water and Ohkura hopes he succeeds.

He also hopes no one notices what Subaru is doing with his hand as his fingers get more bold. Ohkura leans forward for his beer again, momentarily forgetting that its empty until he raises it to his mouth. He puts it back down with a frown and that's when Subaru slides his hand up even further. Ohkura swallows. He wants another beer but he also is very curious about Subaru's hand. He hopes their server brings another one soon; he doesn't want to move from where he's seated. He's still trying to remain still and focus on looking everywhere but at Subaru, but he's suddenly very aware that he's hard.

"Can I get you another?"

Ohkura nearly loses his composure when the waitress comes to the table. He'd wanted her to come but maybe not so... sneakily. He leans over the table, protectively, though there isn't any way she could see under the table from where she's standing. He hears Subaru laugh quietly behind him.

"Two more," Subaru says, also pointing to his own glass with his free hand. The waitress lingers for a moment and Subaru, thankfully, waits until she turns around to leave before he moves his thumb over the bulge in Ohkura's pants.

"Hey, guys," Yoko says, almost apologetically and Ohkura snaps back from wherever his mind wandered. "We're gonna--" Yoko nods at Hina, who clearly needs to be taken to a cab.

"Take it easy, Hina-chan," Yasu says, watching Hina leave with one arm over Yoko's shoulder, the other over Maru's.

Ryo looks over at Ohkura, in glances. Ohkura does everything he can not to shudder under Subaru's hand, and he thinks he mostly succeeds, but Ryo grins widely at him from across the table. Ohkura watches Ryo lean close to Yasu so that his chest is against Yasu's back. Then it isn't so much that Ryo kisses the back of Yasu's neck as that his lips just seem to graze Yasu's skin. Yasu jumps a little and laughs, but he leans back so that he and Ryo are pressed against each other.

In the eons it takes for the girl to get back with their drinks, Subaru's thumb never stops moving, alternating from mostly slow, teasing curves over Ohkura's pants to two slow, hard presses downward. Ohkura glances around and tries to steady his breathing, but it doesn't work very well.

When he looks up, Yasu is watching the dance floor with a small smile on his face. He keeps turning back to murmur things into Ryo's ear. Ryo, who is still watching Ohkura, keeps placing very subtle almost-kisses on Yasu's shoulders and Ohkura wonders where Ryo's hand is. Ohkura is so distracted by them and Subaru's hand that he doesn't notice Subaru move.

"Can't keep your eyes off them." It’s a statement, not a question.

Ohkura shakes his head and watches Ryo's fingertips trace a line all the way from Yasu's shoulder to his wrist while Ryo's other hand is still hidden from view. Ryo presses his lips to Yasu's neck a bit more deliberately, but it's brief. Ohkura blinks and it's over.

"Mm," Subaru says, almost in a whisper. "They look good together, don't you think?"

Ohkura swallows hard. Anything he would say in response is lost when Subaru curls his fingers around Ohkura's dick. Subaru's hand is still above his pants, but he squeezes hard and Ohkura's spreads his legs apart by reflex.

Ohkura keeps his lips shut tight, then he notices that Ryo is looking right at Subaru. Yasu's head is back, his lips apart just slightly and his eyes closed, but it's only for a moment. Yasu looks back to the dance floor quickly and Ryo watches Subaru while his lips get closer to Yasu's ear.

The girl comes back with their drinks then. She places them down with a practiced smile, looking around the table at everyone. Ohkura wishes she'd just go away. Subaru's hand remains in its place and Ohkura doesn't move either. He doesn't want to attract attention.

"Anything else I can get you?" The girl looks over at Ryo and at Yasu, who is still looking away. Ryo leans his chin on Yasu's shoulder as he considers.

"We'll have another round in twenty minutes, okay? That's all."

Ohkura's heart is racing and all he can do is wait for the fucking girl to walk away, but she takes her time, lingering and tidying up their table, occasionally glancing up. Subaru smiles maniacally at her when he catches her looking up again and she startles before excusing herself. Ohkura laughs and he can see Ryo cover his own grin with his hand, head bent down. His laughter stops abruptly though, when Subaru moves his hand again, extending his fingers and slipping them further down than before. Ohkura feels his face flush as he closes his eyes.

When he opens them again, Ryo's looking right at him, whispering into Yasu's ear.

This time Yasu turns around to look at them, and he looks right into Ohkura's eyes. Ohkura feels his cheeks getting hotter as Yasu watches him curiously. Ohkura can see Yasu's tongue just between his lips. Yasu's eyes start to roll back a little but then his eyes close, snap open again and he smiles widely across the table.

It starts to seem like Ryo and Subaru planned this, but it isn't like Ohkura is going to complain. It's the worst possible place, but it's also exciting, thinking that they're in this crowded room and no one knows. Then he wants to touch Subaru, too. And not just that, he wants to kiss Subaru, he wants to make Subaru flush, he wants to hold onto Subaru's hair while Subaru kneels between his legs.

It's getting more difficult to hide just how turned on he is, and Yasu seems to be having the same problem. Ohkura holds on tightly to the edge of the table with one hand. He finds his way into Subaru's lap with the other and Subaru holds on to Ohkura's zipper. Ohkura almost wants him to just do it.

He slides his hand over Subaru's zipper and presses down. He hears Subaru hiss next to him as he curls his fingers slightly. Subaru's hand doesn't move for a moment as he takes a few slow, steadying breaths. Ohkura still hasn't looked over at Subaru and he doesn't think he will because the only thing Ohkura can imagine happening if he does look at him, is grabbing Subaru by the arm and dragging him off somewhere to finish this. And he can't do that just yet. Yasu's turned away again, placing his head on the other side of Ryo's and leaning it back.

Ryo looks at Ohkura, an eyebrow cocked up as he glances quickly to Subaru and then back to Ohkura. Something about the way Ryo is staring makes his cock twitch, or, it could be that Subaru’s finally pulled down his zipper. He bites down on his lip and he can't help picturing Ryo leaning into him, whispering into his ear like he keeps doing to Yasu. Ohkura notices Ryo's arm moving, but he can't see anything because of the table and Yasu's long purple shirt that falls over his lap.

He lets out a shaky breath and that's when Subaru thumbs open the button on Ohkura's pants and slides his hand inside.

Subaru wraps his hand around and pulls, hard, in contrast to all of his slower earlier movements. Ohkura isn't expecting it and he bites down on his lip, growls in his throat and does everything he can not to push into Subaru's hand. Now that Subaru's fist is tight around him, it feels like everything else has been teasing.

He rubs his hand against the front of Subaru's pants, roughly, splays his fingers out and feels the outline of Subaru's cock, completely hard. Then Subaru gives a few quick jerks and Ohkura makes a noise that is thankfully swallowed by the music.

"Stop it," Ohkura says through his teeth. Not exactly what he means, but something has to give here. He's one step away from asking if he can bend Subaru over the table, and he's pretty sure that wouldn't be a good idea.

"You want me to stop?" Subaru's grip loosens and that isn't what Ohkura wants at all. So he wraps his hand around Subaru's, tightly, and tugs a couple of times. Ohkura still can't look at Subaru, but he can nearly feel Subaru grinning.

"No... just... mmm. I want--" Ohkura's breath comes more quickly, he starts fumbling with Subaru's zipper.

"What do you want?" Subaru whispers. Then Ohkura gets the distinct impression that Subaru is making fun of him in some way. Like he's going to tell Subaru exactly what he wants to do to him and Subaru is going to tease him about it for the rest of his life.

He isn't expecting Subaru to sound so serious when he asks, "Do you want to fuck me?"

Ohkura doesn't know what to say to that at all. Instead, he keeps his eyes on Ryo, who hasn't stopped murmuring in Yasu's ear, but as soon as Subaru finished his question, turned his eyes on Yasu. He thought Subaru spoke quietly, but if the way Yasu's biting his lip and trying not to squeeze his eyes shut is any indication, they both heard. He watches as they try not to make noticeable movements, but he sees Ryo shift his hips up just slightly, hand still moving subtly under Yasu's shirt. Yasu's mouth parts slightly and Ohkura can tell he's coming.

Ohkura suddenly can't breathe, and Subaru's hand has stopped moving on him. He's watching too.

Ohkura can't take any more. He takes Subaru's hand out of his pants, zips them, and mutters, "Let's go," before standing. He drops a handful of bills on the table before walking out.

He drags Subaru to the bathroom (crass at best, sleazy at worst) and apologizes right when they get inside. Subaru shrugs while he closes the stall door behind both of them, and this concerns Ohkura a little.

But he isn't thinking about anything else when Subaru wastes no time undoing Ohkura's pants again and pulling his cock out into the open air. Subaru pumps quickly and Ohkura grasps at the smooth wall, nothing to hold onto. He gasps and it feels good to just enjoy this freely, to just feel Subaru's rough fist and let himself breathe heavy while pushing into Subaru's hand.

"Ryo-chan was looking at you," Subaru says, breathily.

"He was... mmm...looking at you, too," Ohkura says, though it's hard to talk with Subaru's thumb rolling around the head of his dick.

"That's kinky, Tacchon," Subaru grins. "What would you do to Ryo-chan?"

The question just hangs in the air around them. Ohkura doesn't want to answer it out loud, but in his mind he sees Ryo spread out in front of him. Maybe he's fucking Ryo or maybe Ryo is fucking him or maybe it's slower and softer. Maybe Ryo's head is between Ohkura's legs, his tongue slick and teasing.

Subaru licks the corner of his mouth, his free hand rubbing desperately between his legs and Ohkura wants to touch Subaru because he's got to need relief even more than Ohkura by now. But before Ohkura can follow through on it, Subaru is starting to kneel in front of him.

It's an image that Ohkura probably could never have conjured on his own. Subaru takes Ohkura's cock in one hand and licks the head once before he leans forward and takes half of it into his mouth. Subaru's lips draw back slowly and Ohkura is surprised by how quickly it happens. His stomach feels warm and his legs feel weak and by the time Subaru's mouth is back at the tip Ohkura comes hard on Subaru's lips, on his chin, a little on his cheek.

He's breathing hard and his eyes open wide as he looks at Subaru. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean--" Ohkura swallows as Subaru makes an amused face and wipes his hand across his face. Ohkura reaches over and grabs tissues to hand to Subaru. As he watches, Subaru wipes his hand and face, and his tongue comes out across his lip only slightly as if to wet them. He's still smiling a little and all of it makes Ohkura's chest tighten. Subaru stands up and looks straight at Ohkura.

"That was over faster than I thought."

Ohkura swallows. He doesn't know what to say now and he realizes that it’s the first time since all of this started tonight that he's looked at Subaru. He can feel his face flush even more than it was before.

"So. Ryo-chan?" Subaru says with a smirk, raising an eyebrow at Ohkura. His skin tingles. "Or was it him and Yasu that did it for you?"
He forgets everything else when Subaru says that and grabs Subaru and spins them around so it’s now Subaru's back against the wall. He kisses Subaru instead of replying, hard, wet, and messy. He misses it when Subaru's eyes shut because he's too busy yanking open Subaru’s belt buckle. But he doesn't miss Subaru's audible relief as he pushes his pants out of the way and closes his fingers around Subaru's cock.

He kisses Subaru's jaw, then his neck, then closes his eyes while Subaru pants against his ear. He's moving his hips into Ohkura's hand and then he groans deeply, seemingly in the same situation as Ohkura with weak knees and nothing to hold onto for stability. Subaru's arms wind around Ohkura's back and one of his legs hooks around Ohkura's knee. Then it seems less like he's holding on for stability and more like he's practically climbing on Ohkura.

Ohkura starts to feel turned on again watching Subaru with his head back, sweat rolling into his hair. He wants to kiss Subaru, but he also just wants to watch him, mouth hanging open, lips wet, breathing heavily. Ohkura pumps his fist harder and Subaru's entire body shudders.

"It was both of them," Ohkura whispers. He’s not sure if he should be answering Subaru's question, but Subaru is so pliant and responsive, more than Ohkura has ever seen him, and he feels like it's okay to tell him. "And you," Ohkura strokes harder, he kisses Subaru's ear, "Weren't helping."

He pulls back just a little, enough to see the line of Subaru's neck shining in the dim light. Subaru slides his hands around and clenches them in Ohkura's shirt, holding him from moving back further. Ohkura twists his hand, slides his thumb back down and swirls it over the head of Subaru's cock, smearing the wetness into his fingers. He watches the way Subaru's throat moves as he breathes faster before kissing him again.

Subaru comes with a high-pitched whimper when Ohkura captures his mouth and bites his lip.

He pulls back and Subaru is gasping, unable to catch his breath.

"Mmm," Subaru exhales.

Ohkura wipes his hand off with some tissue, but Subaru stays holding onto him. They're both still breathing heavily, Ohkura starts to feel cold where sweat is cooling on his body. Then Subaru lets go, one finger at a time.

"So which one?" Ohkura asks, with a wry smile.

Subaru looks up at him and grins. "You," Subaru says, in the sappiest voice Ohkura has ever heard.

Ohkura should have been expecting that, but he laughs anyway, because it's Subaru, and it wouldn't be Subaru otherwise. It's comfortable and Ohkura is glad for it. They linger for a moment until both of them are properly cleaned up.

"Let's go," Subaru says, and he holds onto Ohkura's elbow while they walk back out to the club.

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FIC: Under the Table [Subaru/Ohkura, Ryo/Yasu, NC-17]