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“This is a two person tent.” You state, eyeing the underwhelming mass of canvas and plastic. “Why is this a two person tent?”
“Um.” Yosuke’s face was buried in the little laminated instruction manual, glancing frantically between it and the two person tent like there’s a secret step hidden somewhere in the pages that’s going to make another few feet of tent appear out of thin air. “Give me a second.”
“What - “ You sputter and gesture wildly at the sad worse-house in front of you. “A second for what?”
“The box said it was a four person - !”
“It’s a two person tent.” Yu’s voice pierces through your squabbling and you both look over to the opened trunk of the car, where he’s holding out a box that does indeed have “two person tent” branded on it in big, bold, blocky, yellow letters. It’s only barely visible by the car’s overhead light - a cloud had passed over the moon.
You observe it blankly before turning to Yosuke, who looks like he’s trying to cringe back into his skin. Your stare burns even worse in the dark.
“In my defense - “ He chuckles nervously.
“You’re in the middle.”
“Wh-wha - “
Yu watches impassively as you stalk to the car, pluck out your sleeping bag, and disappear into the tent. He shrugs to himself before getting his own and joining you. Laying out the sleeping bags is an exercise in flexibility and, most of all, forgiveness as Yu’s long limbs keep on bumping into yours and you nearly brain yourself on his bony elbow when he goes to fluff out his pillow. You’re too tired to care - mostly - and collapse as soon as everything is laid out, right on top of your sleeping bag. True to its name, the two person tent only has just enough space for your sleeping bags. They completely cover the floor.
“You zip.” Your mumble is muffled in the pillow you’d made of Yu’s stolen hoodie.
Before he can, you both remember Yosuke.
“Hanamura?”
He flops into the tent a second later with his bag, tripping on the section of raised fabric that makes up the mesh door. He zips it closed, and the fuzzy sounding zip is occasionally interrupted with a curse as the cheap thing sticks.
“D’you lock the car?”
“Yes!” His head brushes against the roof of the tent even when he hunches and the entire thing shakes as he straightens, indignant. “Of course I did!”
There’s no “of course” about anything, especially considering this situation, but you’re too tired to properly complain.
“Shoulda stayed back with Chie ’n Yukiko.” You grumble instead, envisioning the wonderful night they must have had in a place that probably had AC and wasn’t infested with mosquitoes and gnats and other awful nasties. They were probably relaxing in an onsen or something. Going by Yu’s hum, he shares the sentiment.
“Um - “ Yosuke dithers as he surveys the state of space in the tent, laughing nervously as Yu shuffles as far as he can into the far side into the flimsy wall. With his shoulders, it’s pretty ineffective.
You grumble and prop yourself up with an arm, tugging him down by the hem of his pants. He lands with an “oof” and a flail of his limbs that just barely misses hitting you. Yu isn’t as fortunate and he grunts when Yosuke knees him in the calf.
“Sorry!”
Awkward shuffling follows as Yusuke tries to put as much space between him and you both, wiggling on the edges of your sleeping bags.
“Oh for - “ You hiss and turn so you’re facing Yosuke and slap an arm down onto his side, pinning him in place. “Sleep.”
There’s no response from him, but you can feel how stiff he’d gotten at your touch. You’d move but your arms feel like lead.
“Goodnight.” Yu murmurs. You slur something that sounds vaguely like a response and then you’re slipping under, resigning yourself to a dreamless sleep. Yosuke shuffles around for another few seconds before Yu elbows him gently in the back. “Goodnight.”
“Alright, alright.” Yosuke grumbles and does not go as still as a week-old corpse when Yu stretches out and his legs touch his. He most certainly does not almost stop breathing when your arm tenses and pulls him closer to you as your breathing deepens. That doesn’t happen. He goes to sleep easily, without an arm strategically covering his front in case he got hard in his sleep. If he was lucky, it would’ve been completely dreamless and he’d wake up ready to drive you all back to Inaba.
Yosuke is not lucky. All the good karma he’d accrued from helping to catch Adachi had evidently evaporated in the two years since, and he was left high and hard - dry, he meant dry.
Yosuke tries his best to sleep. He closes his eyes and forces his breath to come deep and even, but that means he gets a lungful of you and the bug spray they’d all covered themselves with as soon as they’d arrived at the camping spot. It must be the fatigue lowering his inhibitions - his hips jerk. When he turns his head to bury his face in the pillow, it’s Yu’s cologne that floods his lungs. Yosuke smothers a groan and forces himself to count sheep.
It’s like he’s watching a TV with bad reception. The comparison would turn his stomach if he could think past the pressure, the pleasure that has him groaning and grinding up into the presence(s?) hovering above him. They’re faceless but they smell familiar. Also, faintly like bug spray.
“Yes.” Yosuke slurs, face going slack.
“Yosuke?” The voice is faint but it echoes in his head. He trembles as that coil in his stomach winds tighter.
“Yesyesyes - Y - “
“Yosuke!”
His eyes snap open. Your face is close enough he can make out every detail, even in the dark, even when he’s still shaking away the scraps of dream that cling to him. Before he can stop himself he yawns, stretches, like he always does when he wakes up.
(Yosuke isn’t lucky.)
Memories of the dream crash back into him a second too late - he can feel the drag of fabric and warmth against his hard on. His arm is numb, too.
Your silence is very, very loud.
“S - sorry!”
He jerks his hips back and presses his ass fully against Yu, who shares a similar problem and grunts at the contact. Yosuke freezes. He’s had dreams like this since high school - minus the mind melting shame of course, but still.
“Sorrysorrysorry!” Yosuke chants as he tries to will the semi away, wildly unsuccessfully. He can barely hear anything beyond the heartbeat in his ears. “G-god, ‘m so - Ah!”
He goes still as an arm snakes around his waist, settles there. It’s like a brand against his side and Yosuke is burning up under it.
“You,” Yu’s voice is closer than Yosuke thought it would be and he shivers as Yu’s breath ghosts over the shell of his ear. “Talk in your sleep.”
Yosuke isn’t sure that he isn’t still asleep because you’re pressing against his front, slotting a thigh between his.
“This okay?”
He has to be dreaming. He has to be.
“Yeah.” Yosuke chokes out and nearly swallows his tongue when you flex purposefully, grinding your thigh into him. Yu pulls him back into his lap and Yosuke can feel him against his ass. A shiver trawls up the length of his spine. Fuck it. “P-please?”
You scoff and Yosuke’s heart nearly stops.
“Hypocrite.” He’s stopped breathing too. “Remember the camping trip?”
“I - no?”
“You set up a pillow wall for Kanji.” Yu chimes in and, yes, that does ring a bell after a second. An awful, awful bell. Your thigh hasn’t stopped pressing and Yu hasn’t let go of his hips - Yosuke can’t think.
“But I’m not - “
“Dude, you woke me up by humping my leg.” Yosuke’s mouth snaps shut. He whines as he tries to bury his face in the sleeping bag. “Perv.”
“H-hey!” Yu presses his lips to the back of Yosuke’s neck as his fingers dig further into his hips. “You’re - you’re both pervs too - “
“Yup.” You jerk your leg up and the long, drawn out sound that pulls from Yosuke can’t be called anything but a moan. “You still want this?”
Yosuke would like to reply but he was embarrassingly close to creaming his pants. He rolls his hips, bites his lip to trap in the noises and at the burst of pain he concludes that this isn’t a dream.
Yu calls your name. You jolt and almost sheepishly draw your thigh away despite Yosuke’s wordless groan of protest.
“Yosuke.”
“What?” Yosuke knows he sounds petulant. He doesn’t care.
“Do you want this?” Yu’s voice is slightly breathy, and it washes away Yosuke’s annoyance. He catches the hitch in your breath too. Suddenly, the loss of your touch doesn’t sting so much.
“Mm-maybe.” Almost simultaneously, you and Yu pull away. “Yes! I - yes - mmph! - “
Teeth nip at Yosuke’s nape and lips reach up to cover his as your thigh gently slots back into place. He rocks against it almost instantly. When he breathes in, it’s all bug spray and Yu’s cologne and your shampoo - his head may just float right off his body.
Yu pulls away and Yosuke can’t not lean back, chasing him and dragging you along.
“How far do you want to go?”
Yosuke can feel Yu’s lips brushing against his skin and yours trailing down his throat. Your hand sneaks under the hem of his shirt.
“Yes.”
Yosuke’s back is left cold as Yu pulls away completely and his heart stops because if this isn’t a dream then it’s a joke and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to take that -
“W - hey - “
You snicker. “He’s getting condoms, doofus.”
“For - um - for - “ Yosuke stutters. You sit up too and, before Yosuke can have a full out heart attack, lean over to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. Yosuke leans into it, follows you up as you draw back until he’s sitting upright. Your hand skims over his stomach, rucks his shirt up.
“For us.”
A hand - Yu’s hand - lands on his shoulder. “Unless you don’t want that?”
Yosuke’s head is spinning. “No - I mean - how would . . . ?”
“We’re a sandwich.” You meet Yu’s nonplussed look over Yosuke’s shoulder. “Like, the bread? And you’re the cheese.”
If your explanation had left any questions in Yosuke’s mind, the hand drifting down to squeeze at his ass would have answered those remaining.
“Okay.” Yosuke breathes and the sound of a crinkly wrapper being torn open fills the tent. It’s still a stupidly small space and Yu’s head knocks against his shoulder as he shoves his sweatpants off to roll on the condom and Yosuke can’t help but stare. Then, you’re in his space. You practically manhandle Yosuke. Your nails scratch little lines into the swell of his hips as you feel around for his waistband and your elbow nearly brains him as you try to tear off your thin sleep shirt at the same time.
“Yu, gimme.” A condom - still wrapped - sails through the air and beans Yosuke directly on the side of his head. You snatch it when it lands and give up on taking off your shirt in favor of going for Yosuke’s waistband with both hands. Yosuke, however, had followed the arc of the condom back to Yu.
Yu, unbothered, cool as a cucumber Yu, had leaned back to sit with his legs splayed out in front of himself and as soon as Yosuke makes out the movement of his arm your fingers wrap around his cock.
Yosuke is going to die.
You pump him, once, twice, and roll the condom on. Yosuke shivers at the slippery sensation. It’s - he searches for the word - pre-lubed? Pre-lubed.
The hand that had sneaked up under his shirt tweaked his nipple and he’s fairly certain he could bend a steel bar with his dick.
Amendment. He’s still going to die but he’ll die happy.
“You’re still driving us all back by the way.” A pair of hands seize him by the hips and Yosuke is dragged back into Yu’s lap, squawking, before a familiar slimy feeling drags over the curve of his ass. Fingers follow it. The touch lingers before it’s taken away and a wet sound - saliva-wet - follows. Drops fall, land on the small of Yosuke’s back. They practically sizzle against the heat of his body.
You watch as Yu’s fingers dip further down and the realization hits Yosuke.
“You okay?”
“Uh - “ Yosuke wheezes, jerking in Yu’s hold as he’s tilted forward. He clenches the sleeping bag in his fists. “ - Hunh.”
The first phalange had slipped in. It isn’t as uncomfortable as Yosuke thought it’d be. He isn’t sure how to feel about the fact that he’s impatient of all things, that the first thing he did was push back into the pressure.
You press kisses to his face as Yu stretches him. Occasionally you slide a hand down to skim the skin just above where his dick is hard and laying flat against his stomach before pulling away with an amused puff of air as Yosuke seizes, caught before the urge to jerk his hips up into your touch or back onto Yu’s scissoring fingers. It’s just the stretch, nowhere near the almost embarrassing electrifying feeling he gets from actually hitting that bundle of nerves, but it’s still good - better than good - in a way that Yosuke can’t even wrap his head around.
Your touches grow bolder, wander down to his back to lightly rake your nails across the meat of Yosuke’s ass. After a second, you dig in your fingers and spread him. You shuffle closer too, settle your chin on his shoulder as you peer down where Yosuke is taking Yu’s fingers. Yosuke wraps his arms around you, desperate to get closer to the warmth.
“He ready yet?”
Yu huffs out a laugh. “Yosuke?”
“Ugh, yes!” Yosuke groans. “Man, how can you be so cool about this?”
You snort. “He’s just built different.”
“I swear, don’t make me la - ah!”
You meet Yu’s eyes as a full body shiver wracks Yosuke. It worsens as Yu draws his fingers out horribly slowly; the sound makes Yosuke turn his face into your neck. Yu strokes the leftover wetness onto his hard on - which hadn’t flagged at all - and you watch, transfixed, until he calls your name.
“Okay, okay.” Before you pull away completely you purse your lips and smile when Yu lays a kiss on them. It’s loud, an almost obnoxious smeck that you follow with an equally noisy one to the curve of Yosuke’s jaw. “Have fun!”
You’re still smiling in the face of his mutinous glare. It only widens as Yu pulls him back, as he finally feels the head of Yu’s cock against his ass. It may just be because it’s getting lighter outside but you don’t think you could miss the way Yosuke’s throat bobbed if you were blindfolded.
“See?” Yosuke’s head snaps back to you. His eyes widen to the point of concern as you lick a thick stripe across your palm before reaching for him. “Fun!”
Your fingers close around his shaft just as Yu starts to pull him down. The head presses in painfully slowly and every effort of his to let him drop into Yu’s lap is stopped by the man himself with a firm grip on his hips.
“C - c’mon!” Yosuke whines. You perk up and aim a pout over his shoulder at Yu. Even with the deep red flush his almost stern expression has you ducking your head. Still, you wait as Yu eases Yosuke down and echo his choked sigh when he’s seated.
“My turn!”
Yosuke has no idea what that could possible mean until Yu is shifting back and you’re hovering over his spit-slick dick. He’d genuinely forgotten about the logistics.
“Sandwich!” They’re all overtired - you are, at least - and Yosuke knows this because as you plant a hand on his shoulder to steady yourself, as you angle his cock properly, you grin entirely too happily. “Bread ’n the - cheese!”
He’s never going to let you forget this, even if he has to scoop up his thoughts himself where they’ve dripped out of his ears as you sink down. The heat, the warmth, is scorching. It collects in his stomach mind-bogglingly quickly as you bounce lightly, experimentally. You frown.
“You’re buying the lube next time.”
“Nex - “ Beneath him, Yu thrusts up and Yosuke nearly bites off his tongue. As Yu is drawing out you try to perfect your bounce, balancing yourself with a hand on Yosuke’s chest. The tips of your fingers brush against his nipples and Yu’s hand - the one not supporting him - is clamped on Yosuke’s thigh. It’s awkward and imperfect and the rhythm (or the lack of it) brings a frustrated shine to his eyes.
“Oh my god, fuck tents.” Both Yu and Yosuke groan an agreement to that. “Yu - “
His answering hum is strained and interrupted by Yosuke’s gasp as he pitches forward. There’s a second where Yosuke exists, staring wide eyed down at you where you’re suddenly just - under him? It’s definitely gotten lighter out too, and he can see the glassy shine to your eyes and your kiss bitten lips.
Next time he was definitely taking the time to get entirely bare.
Yu’s hand is there at the small of his back. Yosuke lowers himself onto you almost gingerly and you’re having none of that, yanking him down and reaching an arm down to get him back inside you. Yu fills him again a second later and then he’s moving, pounding into him and sending Yosuke helplessly into you. He buries his face in your neck, muffling his groans against your skin.
It’s a mess of limbs, of mingling breaths and moans that shake the tent. You and Narukami are everywhere around him and Yosuke can’t help but melt into it.
He’s not going to last.
Yosuke’s hand flies back to claw at Yu’s hips as he turns his head to the side. He puts more effort into rocking back and forth too, and your hand - the one not at his side - slips down between your bodies.
“Harder.” Yosuke intends it to come out strong but it’s more whine than anything, needy and wanting. Yu is gasping for breath, but slams into him with enough force to knock Yosuke into you. “Harderharderplease - “
The coil explodes and Yosuke thrusts shallowly into you, chasing every last wave of pleasure until he’s choking on it. When you follow him he nearly cries at the overstimulation - and then he does let a few tears free when Yu’s blunt nails rake down his sides as he twitches inside him.
Morning has officially arrived by the time Yosuke can finally hear anything besides his own heartbeat. Your sweat soaked clothes had been thrown in a pile by the tent’s zip door, and the condoms in a convenient plastic bag.
“Next,” Yosuke clears his throat, flushing at the rasp, “Next time?”
You hum from where you’d spread out as much as you could across the sleeping bag.
“If you want.” Yu’s voice fills the silence after a second and tension Yosuke didn’t know had accumulated in his body floods out in a rush.
“Yeah - I mean, yeah.” There’s a rustle of fabric and then your hand is resting on his bicep. Yu’s settles on his shoulder - loose touches that are just enough to be there. Yosuke swallows. “Cool.”