Title: Help
Pairing: YamaJima
Genre: Fluff, Smut
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
Warning: Major Smut
Summary: When Ryosuke gets all frustrated, and Yuto does a strip tease?
A/N: A birthday gift for bebe-chan! 8D And I just felt that I should write smut again 8D (the banner will come later? I'm lazy to make one now *whacked*)





Ryosuke had immediately ran home, banging his bedroom door as he entered. It doesn't really matter, since no one was at home at the moment. His whole family had decided to go on a trip to visit his grandparents, and since he has work, Ryosuke was left behind.

"What was that for?!" Screaming, Ryosuke plopped down onto his bed, throwing his pillow to the side. He had just left the rehearsal venue in rage, leaving the rest of the JUMP members in shock.

Turning to his side, he blamed Yuto for making him react like this. Firstly, the sexual tension he had been holding in due to work.

It didn't help that Yuto went all sugar high and started a strip tease right in the middle of the dressing room. The tanned skin and tone abs peeking out through the folds of Yuto's shirt.

He wasn't so sure why he was that angry anymore. 'Probably frustration.' Sighing, Ryosuke brought his hand down, unzipping his pants. The curtains were down, making his room dark.

Images of Yuto flashed through his mind, and he felt blood rushing down south. Fingers on the waistband of his boxers, he slowly pulled it down, flinging it to the corner of his room.

His member started to harden, and his fingers wrapped around it and started to pump. Moans filled the room, and a layer of perspiration covered his body.

Ryosuke's breath became heavier, and a tint of redness decorated his cheeks. Squirming a little, he started to imagine, whispering his boyfriend's name softly.

It wasn't that enjoyable without Yuto, but it's better than pending up all this frustration and erupting during practice again. Reaching his limit, he spilled onto his bed sheet and made a mental note to change it later.

From the drawer, he took out the bottle of lubricant and started to smear it on his fingers. 'It's necessary. Even though I don't like to do this to myself.' With that, Ryosuke gulped a little, as he pressed the first digit into his own entrance.

His eyes were immediately closed shut and Ryosuke bit his lips, trying not to let a moan out. A second finger was added in, and Ryosuke almost shouted Yuto's name. He had to practically force himself to do the scissoring action, even if the pain was there.

It was than, a pair of soft lips came crushing down on his, and he felt his lubricated fingers being pulled out and replaced by unlubricated fingers. "Y-yuto ... ugh!" Ryosuke felt the lips that were against his curl up into a smirk. "I didn't know you needed it this much."

Opening his eyes a little, Yuto was there, kissing him and his fingers in his entrance. A third finger was added in, and Ryosuke started whimpering. Tears fell from the corner of his eyes, and Yuto kissed them away. "H-how did you ... ugh! Come i-in?"

Yuto's finger curled within Ryosuke, hitting his sweet spot immediately. A cry of pleasure was let out, as Ryosuke arched his back. As Yuto hit the spot again and again, he started to explain. "Someone has to come after you after you stomped out. And I just so happen to have your house key, remember?"

Ryosuke mentally cursed about forgetting that Yuto had the key to his house, as he wrapped his arms around Yuto's neck. "T-than, since you're here. Do it, n-now. Please."

The lost of Yuto's fingers in him made Ryosuke whimper a little, but he felt Yuto pushing him down back onto the bed, before climbing out to take off his pants and boxer.

"You know, you could have just asked instead of hiding in your room doing it yourself." Positioning himself at his boyfriend's entrance, Yuto pushed himself into Ryosuke's tight hole. The older boy's hands were once again around Yuto's neck, though he was lying down on the bed.

No one made a move, and Yuto started to plant chaste kisses on Ryosuke's lips. An attempt to let the older boy relax. A nod was made by Ryosuke, and Yuto started to move.

It was slow at first, and it got faster and faster. Ryosuke's legs started to wrap around Yuto's waist as the taller boy pounded into him.

"Y-yuto!" Ryosuke just shouted as Yuto found his sweet spot again. The air in the room thicken as the moans of both boys filled the air.

Soon, Ryosuke reached his limit, spilling his contents on Yuto's shirt. With a few more pounds, Yuto came inside Ryosuke's tight hole, before he pulled out and lay beside his boyfriend.

"You know, that strip tease I did in the dressing room wasn't because of sugar high. It was on purpose." Ryosuke's head was now resting on the crook of Yuto's neck, and the muscular arms of the younger boy encircled Ryosuke's small frame.

His breath was still heavy as he let out a soft chuckle. "But you came and helped with my problem. So I don't really mind." Ryosuke had lifted up his hand and poked Yuto's sharp nose.

Leaning down, Yuto took Ryosuke's lips in a soft and gentle kiss, before both of them drifted off to sleep under the covers.

Labels: oneshot, yamajima, yaoi