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1st Call
It’s too late for their usual call. Inoo has called late before, but it’s nearly 3 am when his phone rings. So, Takaki isn’t actually expecting that to be the person on the other line. He’s not really sure who or what he’s expecting.
“Ta~Ka~Ki~” Inoo’s voice is singsong, dragging out his name before bursting into a fit of giggles. Takaki groggily tries to confirm that he’s awake because for as much as Inoo is Inoo…he’s not usually like this.
“...it’s almost 3.” Is Takaki’s petulant reply. He’s tired. He’s got filming in the morning. Inoo probably does too actually. He’d think the other called him because he was in trouble, but there’s nothing about his tone of voice that makes him think that. “...Go to sleep, Inoo.” He grumbles, moving to hang up.
“Nooooo! Takaki….Takaki….you’re so sexy you know that?” Inoo practically purrs the line into the phone and his eyebrows practically shoot past his hairline as he hears him. It’s not like Inoo hasn’t flirted with him, flirted with the entirety of Jump and then some, but there’s something about this that isn’t quite right.
“....Are you drunk? Please tell me you’re home at least. Do you need me to come get you? Are you safe?” Takaki’s sitting up now because a drunk idol is a dangerous thing. If he’s drunk and out in public, it could mean a scandal. It could mean someone taking advantage of him. It could mean so many things, and Takaki is not about to lose Inoo like that. He absolutely will not.
“You care about me~! Of course you do. Of course, my prince~. I’m home. Don’t worry~.” Inoo drops the phone and Takaki has to pull the phone away from his ear to deal with the sound of him scrambling to pick it up. “I’m so lonely though…..” Inoo finally says with a whine when he gets the phone back in his hands. “My dick is so cold, won’t you come warm it up?”
“...Inoo, you’re so drunk. Please, stop messing with me and go to bed, okay?” Takaki can’t do this. Inoo’s regular flirting is already too much for him. He’d read more into it if Inoo wasn’t Inoo. There wasn’t a member in Jump more unreadable than the enigmatic Inoo Kei. Was he serious? Was he joking? Was Takaki just unable to read the room when it involved him? Who knew! Takaki’s heart sure didn’t, but it wasn’t like he was going to ask him and risk everything. He certainly wasn’t going to while the other was drunk.
“I never mess with you, Yuya…” His voice is significantly more soft now. “Mm…well. No. I do mess with you.” Takaki rolls his eyes for a moment, before trying to find the nicest way to tell him to sleep. Should he just let him ramble until he’s exhausted like they would do their usual phone calls? “But it’s not….fake fake, you know? I love you, Yuya. But I’m sooooo scared that Mr. Takaki Straight Boy Yuya would think I’m gross if I told him how much I want to shove my tongue down his throat, so I just live in my fun fantasy world where I flirt and you think I’m just being funny.” It’s Takaki’s turn to drop the phone this time. He swallows loudly, staring at the phone on the floor like it’s what’s caused him distress and not the very drunk friend of his that he’s had a thing for.
“...Inoo…you should really go to bed before you say something you’ll regret…” Takaki finally speaks after picking up the phone. There’s a long stretch of silence that he wonders if maybe the other has sobered up and realized what’s going on. Instead, he hears Inoo’s snoring on the other line.
Was Inoo being truthful? Should he confront him about it? He hoped at least Inoo fell asleep in a comfortable position.
1st Day After
“Hey…” Inoo raises a hand to greet Takaki as he approaches him. It’s not like him to drink like that. He’s usually so much more careful, but it’s been a stressful week and a drink became two and then became a few. When he’d woken up, with a terrible hangover, he’d grabbed his phone first to make sure he hadn’t done anything stupid. No terrible pictures and no text messages, which was a relief. What filled him with dread was the call in his phone call history that was long enough that it meant Takaki had picked up.
Takaki, who’s too much of an open book for his own good, gives him a nervous look before finally deciding to speak. “Hey. Are you feeling okay? I’m sure you have a killer hangover…” There’s that sincere Takaki Yuya Sympathy in his voice. Oh no, what did he say?
“Sorry about that. I don’t usually drink like that. I hope I wasn’t too bad for you…” Inoo phrases it as carefully as he can. He’s been carrying a flame for this man since 2008. He needed the world to not have him confess to his terrible crush drunkeningly over the phone. He needed Takaki to not hate him.
“Oh. No. You were just rambling about…life. Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you called me instead of someone else. I…wouldn’t want you to get in trouble you know…?” Takaki laughs a little nervously and it makes Inoo wonder if maybe he really did say something stupid. Either Takaki is giving him an out to pretend it never happened, or he’s just not taking anything he said seriously because he was drunk. Inoo’s hoping he really did just ramble about stupid things and not his feelings.
“Oh? Glad to hear it. You’re too kind though. You should be a little mad that I interrupted your beauty sleep…” Inoo grumbles, leaning into Takaki and bumping shoulders with him. He was…probably…safe for now.
2nd Call
His phone interrupts his beauty sleep. Maybe he really should turn his phone on to do not disturb, but what if someone really needs him? He’d rather be a zombie the next day than lose another member of Jump. Still, who was calling him at….? Takaki turns his face as he fumbles for his phone and see that the clock says it’s literally 3:35 in the morning. Oh my god, whoever it is better have a really good reason for calling him at this time. He doesn’t even look to see who it is, which is probably a mistake. He just puts it to his ear and grumbles out a “Yeah?”
“Heyyyy, Mr. Sexy~” Inoo purrs out the nickname before laughing and then with a clatter drops the phone. Takaki debates hanging up on him. He’s not sure that he can keep doing this. Should he have told him last time? Is Inoo just messing with him? No, that’s cruel. Inoo’s a flirt and azatoi to the max, but he’s not cruel.
“Are you home or do I need to get you…?” Takaki mumbles out, not bothering to even say anything to the nickname. Inoo whines at not getting the response that he wants, and Takaki has to move his phone away from his ear as he hears the ruffling of sheets against the speaker.
“Both~!” Inoo practically chirps in response, punctuating it with a giggle. “I’m home, but Im all alone and I’m so horny. You’re a criminal, you know? Commiting the crime of wearing a shirt that low cut to practice. Is that even a shirt anymore? God, Yuya~. Fuck. You’re so hot.” Inoo’s breathy voice is getting to him, more than he wants to admit. Especially the way he’s talking to him. Did Inoo watch him at practice? It wasn’t like Takaki was trying to impress anyone. He just really liked wearing that shirt because he sweats less in it. He hadn’t even noticed Inoo’s attention on him at all.
“You should sleep…” Takaki mumbles, hating that his face is heating up in response to all of these thoughts. He’d long since told himself that dating in the group was a terrible idea. He’d long since had his gay crush crisis that Inoo was so cute and so hot and such a terrible tease, but completely out of reach. After all, he was just messing around. He flirted with everyone. It was just in his head that he was touchier with him. It was just in his head that he flirted harder with him. Right?
“Nooooo~. Don’t wanna. Yuya~. I want to ride you into my bed. Wanna grab that scrap of fabric you call a shirt like it’s a handle. Fuck myself so hard on you that we’re both bruised and it leaves anyone who sees us gossiping…” It sounds like Inoo’s touching himself as he says it and Takaki should not feel so…riled up in response to this. It’s wrong. He’s drunk. He has no idea what he’s saying. So, when Takaki accidentally lets a groan past his lips, his dick suddenly very hard under the covers, he knows he’s fucked.
“Oh…oh…you like that? God, knew it. Knew it! You want me too? Yeah. You think about fucking me, Mr. Not So Straight? Is it my feminine charm…? I’d dress up like a girl if it mean you’d fuck me. I mean…I like dressing up like a girl anyway, but yeah…” Inoo was already an incredibly shameless person, being drunk took that up to 100. Were these the sort of things that went on behind his unreadable stare? How was Takaki supposed to exist tomorrow in the same room as him? How was he supposed to just pretend this wasn’t happening? Well…he was probably not supposed to. He should really tell Inoo the truth.
“I’m not straight, Inoo.” Yuya manages to mumble out as if that’s the most important thing in this conversation. This wasn’t really how he imagined coming out, and really, the other wasn’t going to remember it anyway.
Of course, whether it’s the mercy of some higher being or just Takaki’s luck in general, he’s met with Inoo’s snoring. Hanging up on the other, Takaki tries to take a deep breath and think of literally anything he can that will get him to calm down. He can’t bring himself to do anything about the problem that Inoo has caused. Opening his phone, he tries to think of what to text the other, but honestly, he’s not sure what really he should say. Nothing is probably best.
2nd Day After
Oh, fuck. The sunlight was too bright. The world, even though it was silent, was way too loud. What a terrible set of decisions he’d made last night. Drinking was a terrible vice. It didn’t make anything better. It just left him miserable the next morning, but still, what was he really supposed to do? Takaki had been a sight to see, and his own inability to be actually honest made him in such a pissy mood that Chinen had taken him out to drink. He should have said no and gone home, but instead, he’d let Chinen challenge him to a drinking contest. How the tinier man held his alcohol better was beyond him.
No dumb text messages- No there was one message to Yamada telling him to come get his man and some rambling about how lucky they were. Nothing that actually incriminated him at least. A few photos of him and Chinen drunk off their asses, but nothing sent out to anyone. Good. And no-...Another phone call to Takaki.
Was Takaki honest with him last time? Had Inoo really drunk called him and not confessed that he was madly in love with him? He knew the sort of things that casually lived rent free in his thoughts, without the tiny sliver of shame he had, had he really not just blurted all of it out to him? Had he called Takaki up and told him how his shirt was practically a human rights violation because it was literally killing him?
I’m so sorry. I blame Chinen this time. He learned at thirteen that if he goes 🥺🥺🥺 hard enough that we’ll do whatever he said. Hopefully I didn’t bother you too much.
Inoo laid in bed and stared at the ceiling. He had to get ready. He couldn’t wait for Takaki’s response. The other man often waited until the last minute to get ready. It was a pleasant surprise then when his phone vibrated.
You’re good, no worries. Just take care of yourself alright?
What did ‘You’re good’ mean? Did it mean that Inoo hadn’t said anything stupid or did it mean that he did but Takaki was willing to ignore it? Did that mean that Takaki didn’t like him after all? Ugh. Was this what it was like for other people when they claimed he was unreadable? Terrible
Inoo rolled out of bed to go hunt down the pain meds in his cabinet to try and face the day.
3rd Call
Takaki has no idea what he’s doing anymore. He absolutely feels like a coward. Inoo had, admittedly while drunk, basically confessed to him twice. Sure, there was something to be said about the fact that Inoo was a flirt all the time. There was something to be said about just the way that Inoo was….Inoo. How was anyone supposed to take him seriously when he would say the things he said completely straight faced? How was anyone supposed to take him seriously when he would have his hands all over everyone?
Lately, it felt like Inoo was all over him more than anyone else. Gentle touches, not even just teasing ones. Inoo would appear from behind him and wrap his arms around his shoulders, resting his chin on head. Inoo would place his hand on the small of his back. Inoo would wrap his arms around his waist as they rode his motorcycle. Gentle looks. Loving looks. Flirty and hungry looks. Had Inoo just gotten more readable? Or had Takaki just known what to look for now? Or was he just reading what he wanted to?
How was he supposed to feel when the latest photoshoot had ended up with Inoo blatantly sitting in his lap, arm wrapped around his neck, pouting at the camera the way he had? Takaki had stared at the camera like a deer in headlights, which was exactly how he felt. It had taken every ounce of his being and every brain cell he had to think of every unsexy thought imaginable because he absolutely could not get hard with that man in his lap…
What would Inoo have done in that situation? In front of everyone, probably nothing. But if it was the two of them, Inoo would probably shift himself to grind just a little into his problem, turn to him, and give him those fake innocent wide eyes. He’d flutter his eyelashes at him, with that cute pout, the ends of his lips tipped just a little, and he’d ask him if he had something in his pocket.
Maybe if he was lucky, Inoo would spread his legs just enough to take his hand and grind his pal-
Nope. Nope. Nope. Takaki sat up from his bed. It was time to take the world’s coldest showe-
The phone rang. His heart was already thumping full force in his chest. He wanted to ignore it. He wanted to hop in the shower and try to think of the least sexy things in the world because otherwise he was going to have to do something about this problem. The phone continued to ring. It could be important. He should get it.
Part of him was so scared that it would be Inoo. Drunk again. Maybe it would be Inoo…not drunk…just calling to call. Which would be worse in the end. Maybe it was neither. Maybe it was someone else calling for…for what? It was 11 at night. There wasn’t a long list of people that would call.
“Oh my god, Yuyaaaaa. You took so long to pick up. I was so worried you were already sleeping.” Inoo’s singsong voice comes through his phone speaker as he answers it. Takaki knits his brows trying to figure out if the man is actually drunk or not. It didn’t sound too different from Inoo’s usual teasing, but…he had called him Yuya, which probably meant…
“...Are you drunk again, Inoo? You really should get to bed…” Takaki tries to steady his voice. He crosses his leg and tries to think of literally anything but where these conversations had gone before. He tires to not think about Inoo earlier today.
“I am. I am~! Hey, Yuya~...you never tell me what I tell you when I’m drunk….do I tell you about how absolutely sexy you are? Do I tell you about how much I want to slide my fingers in your hair and shove my tongue down your throat?” Inoo whines at that and Takaki is far too riled up already to stop the moan that leaves his lips.
“Oh~! Love that sound. You should make that far more often. I could make you make that sound. I’d probably have to suck your dick though. Mr. Straight boy probably wouldn’t let me open him up real nice…” Inoo says that so casually like it doesn’t immediately paint a picture of Inoo in between Takaki’s legs, a hand on his thigh and the other, his long, beautiful strong fingers sliding deep in-
“Inoo. Stop.” Takaki struggles to get the words out. He feels like he’s suffocating. He clenches his legs as hard as he can and tries to count backward from 100. “You’re drunk. This isn’t right…” He can’t take advantage of him. He can’t do this to Inoo. He can’t do this to himself. He has to hang up. He has to go douse himself in the shower.
“Mm. That’s not a don’t do it. That’s a don’t do it because I’m drunk. Is Mr. Straight boy not so straight?” Inoo purrs and the way he says it makes him think of that image from before. That devious look in Inoo’s eyes as he slides two fingers in as deep as he can, curling them to hit that spot that Takaki can only really hit with a dildo, his own fingers not quite enough.
“...I’m not straight, but Inoo, please…you’re drunk. We can’t do this. You’re not even going to remember…” Takaki can’t help but whine this time. He’s so hard it hurts at this point. He can’t even really stop himself from palming himself through his jeans.
“Mm….wish I would. You sound so horny it hurts, Yuya~.” Inoo laughs at that, devious and loud. “I could help you. You’d love that, yeah? If I opened you up nice and slow. Work my way up. You know, since I play piano, I’ve got really strong fingers. They’re nice and long. Bet I could make you cum with my fingers alone…work my way up to three or four and spread them. You think I could hit that spot that’d make you cry out…” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Takaki’s slipped his hand in his pants now, fingers wrapped around his dick, stroking himself as Inoo talks to him. This is so wrong. What is he doing? He can’t stop himself though, from what he’s doing or the sounds he makes into the phone.
“Oh, fuck. Yuya, you sound so pretty. So sexy. I wish I could see you, flushed and full of want. Wanna watch you cum….can you cum for me, beautiful? Let me hear you. C’mon…Yuya….I want you so bad…cum for me…”
He does. Takaki sees stars and ruins a lovely pair of pj pants. He cries out Inoo’s name, and it takes him a few moments to get his heart to stop beating so fast before he calls out his name a little softer.
He’s met, of course, with snoring. How the other manages to pass out like this is beyond him….but he wonders this time if Inoo will know. Was he touching himself too? Did he also cum? WIll Inoo look at his bed and know what a terrible person Takaki was? Should he do something about it?
That….that was a morning Takaki problem. Right now he just…he strips off his pj pants, pulls his blanket up above his head, and just tries to pass out. He can’t really deal with this right now.
3rd Morning After
Inoo wakes up with his head pounding, which is never a good sign. What stupidity had he done this time. He hated that every time he’d done something like this he was left with absolutely no memory and….his phone showed that he’d called Takaki again. What had he said this time? Takaki still hadn’t told him anything, but he at least didn’t treat him like he was weird. Maybe if he was lucky, he’d just said something stupid, rambled about work or architecture or something else that wasn’t his feelings.
Sorry again. It’s been a stressful week, but I really shouldn’t leave you to deal with me.
The reply he gets from Takaki is almost immediate.
You really don’t remember any of it?
His blood runs cold at that. What had he said? What had he done? Oh no. Oh god.
I really don’t.
Biting his lip, Inoo debates if he should just call and ask him to tell him everything. Does he really want to know though? Inoo types up another message and hits send before Takaki can even reply to the first.
I really hope I didn’t say anything too bad. I have no idea what I’m like when I’m drunk. Please tell me I didn’t cause any problems for you. You don’t need to be Mr. Nice. If I was an asshole, you can tell me.
The pain meds feel like an instant balm even though he knows they don’t work like that. He tries to take a deep breath as he waits for Takaki’s reply.
You weren’t an asshole. Am I the only one you ever call when you’re drunk…?
Inoo squints at the message, trying to crack a secret code that isn’t there. What did Inoo do? Did he flirt with him? Did he try to seduce him? Did he admit that he’s wanted him since 2008? If he did, is the fact that Takaki’s not said anything a sign that Inoo’s really hopeless? That Takaki really doesn’t want him, but he’s too nice to tell Inoo that he’s being a creep.
You are. Did I do something?
The call button looks really tempting. Inoo should demand answers, but at the same time….
Don’t worry. You’re fine.
Was he? Was he fine? Inoo nearly throws his phone before falling face first into his mattress. Why him.
+1
It’s too late for a phone to be ringing, especially his phone. Inoo turns his face to the side and stares at his phone, hoping that maybe it’ll either stop ringing or burst into flames and thus he’ll have an excuse to not pick up the phone. He really could just go back to sleep and pretend he never heard it, but what if it was important?
Inoo picks up the phone and stares at his screen. Takaki was calling him at…Inoo squinted at the time on his phone screen…at….3 in the morning. Terrible. Absolutely terrible. The man better be dying for him to disrupt his beauty sleep like this.
“I’m in love with you.” is the very first thing that he hears when he answers the phone. Inoo’s heart practically stops and he stares wide eyed at the darkness of his room. Okay, he’s very awake now. Maybe he heard him wrong.
“Takaki…are you okay…?” Inoo, voice still thick with sleep, manages to get out. Whatever Takakai had said before sounded so desperate, so intense. It had to be important. “Do you need me-”
“Yes! I need you. I am so in love with you it hurts, Kei. I have been in love with you since 2008 and I’ve spent this entire time wondering if you’re just fucking with me or being serious because you flirt with everyone all the time but it always feels special when you flirt with me and I want it to mean something. I want it to mean everything. I want to kiss you and hold you and fuck you and marry you and have little inoo kei babies. Okay I think we can’t do that last one, and honestly we probably can’t even get married because the law is stupid but we could have a fake little wedding on the beach and-” It sounds like Takaki’s literally crying as he rambles on at full force. Inoo is trying to process the words coming out of his mouth but between barely being awake, how incoherent Takaki sounds, and the sheer disbelief he is currently experiencing…Inoo wonders if he’s even actually awake.
“Takaki. Takaki. Calm down. Hey. You’re drunk. Go to bed…” Inoo calls out, his voice breaking a little as he does because oh god. Is he being honest? Is this what goes on in Takaki’s head?
“Don’t call me that. Call me Yuya like you do when you’re the one drunk calling me.” Takaki whines and Inoo hears clattering that sounds like him dropping the phone and desperately trying to pick it up. “Call me Yuya all hot and sexy…You said you wanted to shove your tongue down my throat. Wanted to ride me. Wanted to watch me cum. C’mere and do that….”
Inoo swallows loudly and practically disassociates from his body. He’d said what? He’d said WHAT. And Takaki hadn’t said anything. He hadn’t said anything? What was he supposed to take from that?
“I…I said that to you? Why didn’t you tell me? Why wouldn’t you tell me?” Inoo frowns, not sure why he’s asking a drunk to the point of barely being coherent person this question.
“You always flirt and joke. Didn’t want you to feel weird and think you had to stop. I like you flirting with me. And then…and then…I took advantage of you. Let you get me off over the phone…didn’t want you to hate me. I love you so much, Kei….don’t want to lose you…” Takaki sniffles loudly against the phone and Inoo can’t help but groan at that. He’s crying. He’s actually crying. So, when he’s drunk he has phone sex and when Takaki’s drunk he cries. What a pair they were.
“I don’t hate you and I’m more mortified I did that than mad at you…go to sleep….Yuya….” Takaki practically giggles at that, which has Inoo’s face heating up. Oh my god, what a sound. “Go to sleep. I’ll talk to you in the morning….”
He expects resistance, but what he gets is Takaki snoring softly into the phone. Should he be excited? Should he be scared? Either way, he was in for an interesting morning…
+2
Text me when you’re awake please.
Takaki stares at his phone, one eyes closed as everything is literally too bright right now. Was drinking the best plan after Inoo’s drinking was what literally caused his problems? Absolutely not, but well, he was never known for smart decisions. Still, to wake up and see a phone call to Inoo and that text message.
I’m up.
He sends the first text message and stares at a blank screen trying to think of what to say. Apologize if he did something weird? Or
Be over in 20 as long as public transit doesn’t fight me.
Takaki blinks a few times at the message. He was going to WHAT. Takaki calls Inoo, but is met immediately with his voice mail. He tries again. Inoo was purposefully ignoring his calls. Inoo was coming over to his apartment. What? Oh god, what had he said.
The next twenty minutes are the most stressful minutes of his life. Okay, it’s more like the next ten, as it takes him ten to get dressed and try to be a human being medicated and all when Inoo gets here.
Inoo does not knock. No, Inoo lets himself in with his spare key. They lock eyes and just stand there for awhile. Honestly, Inoo looks like a wreck, like he hasn’t really slept.
“You said you were in love with me.” Inoo blurts out, looks over to to the fact that he still hasn’t walked into his apartment, walks into his apartment, closes the door slowly, turns to look to him, and….just repeats it.
Takaki stares at him because honestly the pain kills haven’t kicked in yet and he feels like he’s dying and this looks like a dream.
“You said you were in love with me and that you wanted to get married on the beach.” Inoo says again taking a few steps towards Takaki. Takaki doesn’t move. Maybe he doesn’t breathe.
“....You said you wanted to use my low cut v-neck shirt like it was a handle and ride me.” Takaki blurts out in response. Then, the wildest thing happens. Inoo’s face turns the lightest shade of pink. He can practically hear Inoo swallow and look off just barely to the side of Takaki before looking at him again.
“You said you’d been in love with me since 2008.” Inoo takes a few more steps. His apartment feels like it’s bigger than it’s ever been. The distance between them feels like so much and yet it also feels like it’s the shortest distance they’ve ever had.
“You told me since you played piano that you had long strong fingers you could….fuck me with.” Takaki barely manages to get that out. He doesn’t manage to get out that Inoo told him that he could probably get him off on his fingers alone.
Inoo pauses at that, thinking to himself, and nodding for a moment. “....You told me that you wanted to make little Inoo Kei babies with me before you realized that we literally can’t reproduce.” Takaki covers his face at that, groaning loudly, because for as much as Inoo’s drunk calls were more scandalous that was literally the most ridiculous thing probably said between the two of them.
“Nope.” Inoo grabs both of his hands and pulls them to the side. “...I’ve been in love with you since 2008 too, you know. I always thought you were strai-” Inoo starts, but Takaki leans in kissing him hard, yanking his hands back using the fact that Inoo is holding them to his advantage.
He kisses hard and fast, biting his lip just enough to have the other gasp in his mouth. Inoo kisses back hard, not about to let Takaki best him. Tongue against tongue, teeth against teeth. Inoo’s hands slide to Takaki’s hair, as he literally climbs into his lap and leans into him as he tugs his hair as hard as he can. Takaki’s hands, now freed, move to Inoo’s ass, squeezing him, pushing him against him.
Eventually they both part, gasping, needing air.
“Could a straight boy kiss like that?” Takaki looks up at him, grinning, looking pleased with himself.
“Hm. Maybe. You’ll have to kiss me again. I need more data.” Inoo gives him a mischievous smile before pulling him in for a kiss again.
Whatever plans they had could wait.