NEWS drabbles [Set 14]
Title: Slow and Steady
Pairing: Koyama/Shigeaki
Rating: G
Original fic: 5 KoyaShige Dramas that Never Happened - Area Searched, No Trace for snowaltz
Summary: Koyama finally succeeds in making Shige smile.
He still hadn’t gotten a smile out of him, but the flush on Shige’s cheeks and his shy demeanour was almost as good.
“I... haven’t had this whole confession thing since high school,” Shige admitted, and Koyama laughed, let his fingertips brush over the back of Shige’s hand.
“That’s because you’re all work and no play,” he trilled, grinning when Shige swatted at him
“We should be working now,” Shige reminded him. “Our killer is still loose on the streets and no one else is trying to stop him.”
“Have you never heard of coming up for air?” Koyama asked, finally building up the courage to twine their fingers together. “We work our regular jobs during the day, and then do this on top of it. If we don’t take a break once in a while, our performance won’t be up to standard.”
Shige’s flush darkened, but he squeezed Koyama’s hand. “I suppose.”
Koyama’s stomach flip-flopped, and before he could get cold feet, turned his head to press a kiss to Shige’s jaw.
“A little bit of play never hurt anyone,” he murmured before pulling away, just in time to see an embarrassed but pleased smile on Shige’s lips.
Koyama’s heart somersaulted, and he knew that this was the end of it - he was in love.
Title: Change of Pace
Pairing: Koyama/Shigeaki
Rating: G
Original fic: 5 KoyaShige Dramas that Never Happened - Secret Agent Girl for haruka21
Summary: Shigemi isn’t his type, but Koyama can’t help the way he feels about ‘her’, regardless.
“For a literature major, your kanji knowledge is certainly appalling,” Shigemi told him incredulously as she looked over his notes. “Did you even pass elementary school?”
Koyama, the paragon of maturity that he was, stuck out his tongue and studiously ignored the flutter of excitement that comment caused in his heart. Shigemi had been a little uptight, he thought, when they’d first met, but now she was comfortable enough to tease and swap playful insults with him.
“I have word processors to do the hard work for me,” he replied, tone light. “As long as I can read the kanji, I’m fine.”
Shigemi sighed and shook her head, bangs falling into her eyes. Koyama had to resist the urge to lean over and brush them away for her.
It was strange. In high school, he’d liked the girly-girls, with their tonnes of perfectly applied makeup, elaborately decorated nails, short skirts and immaculately styled hair; those girls that giggled behind their hands and talked in high-pitched, took tiny steps when they walked and fluttered their eyelashes shyly at him.
Shigemi was nothing like that. She wore her skirts longer, hated makeup, laughed funny and sat like a boy. Her voice was deep, almost throaty, and Koyama couldn’t help feeling like she was absolutely perfect.
“You’re staring at me.” Shigemi flicked him in the forehead, snapping him out of his daze.
Koyama grinned sheepishly. “It’s because your gloss is smudged. Again.”
Shigemi glared, but got up to go to the bathroom and fix herself anyway. Koyama watched her go, heart full to bursting. Smudged gloss or not, he desperately wanted to kiss her.
Title: Reflection
Pairing: Masuda/Tegoshi
Rating: PG
Original fic: A House is Not a Home for zheinpathos
Summary: Sometimes, when everything is quiet, Tegoshi can’t help but look back.
It’s uncommon that he thinks about the past. Tegoshi is the sort of person who lives in the moment, barely sparing a thought for tomorrow, let alone yesterday. But sometimes, when he’s lying on his back, staring up at the dark ceiling and the world is standing still, he can’t help but think.
Massu fell asleep quickly tonight, with the apple of his soft, plump cheek pressed to Tegoshi’s shoulder, and their combined breathing - the only sound in the whole room - isn’t enough to distract him from his thoughts.
He’s happy. Not once in the past four years has he been as happy as when he’s tangled up in the sheets of Massu’s bed with his boyfriend’s hair tickling his face. But in moments like this, he can feel it there in the back of his mind, an emptiness that was once filled by family.
He thinks about going back sometimes. Sometimes, not yet, he’s not quite ready yet - disgustinggoodfornothinglittlefaggotgetoutandnevercomeback - but maybe when he’s more, when he’s better than he is now, when he’s made something of himself, he’ll go back and show mom and dad that he’s someone they can be proud of.
Massu sighs in his sleep, shifts and buries his face in the crook of Tegoshi’s neck before he stills again, and Tegoshi half smiles, tightens his hold around Massu’s waist.
It’s okay for now. Because he has a different sort of family right here.
Title: Blindside
Pairing: Masuda/Tegoshi
Rating: G
Original fic: Reinventing the World for grydo2life
Summary: Falling in love catches Tegoshi by surprise.
It’s not until Tegoshi comes back from the store one day to find Massu tickling Sora’s feet, both of them laughing so hard they’re shaking, that he realises how bad he has it for him. Usually Tegoshi is more in touch with his own feelings than that, but the distraction of having a baby around left him with little time to think about much else.
The realisation kind of smacks him in the face when he walks in the door, sees the two of them, and the first thought in his mind is, ‘I love you’. From then on, he can’t think of enough excuses to see Massu holding or feeding or playing with his son, just so he can pretend for a while that the three of them are a family instead of just two friends looking after his baby.
His mother keeps hinting about setting him up with ‘nice girls’ that she knows in a not-at-all subtle attempt to find her grandson a mother, but Tegoshi wiggles out of them every time, as easily as an eel sliding from a fisherman’s hands. He’s not ready to invite someone else into his life, he says. Not yet.
He doesn’t tell her it’s because he thinks Sora already has the perfect parents. All Tegoshi needs to do now is convince Massu to stay forever.
Title: Perception
Characters: Koyama & Yamashita
Rating: G
Original fic: Defragment for sanjihan
Summary: Sometimes Koyama can see what others can’t.
It’s always been difficult for Koyama to just sit back and watch when one of his friends is obviously hurting, whether he can tell if his help is wanted or not. That’s why it’s been bothering him all night that Yamapi obviously has a lot weighing on his mind, and not in his usual busy ‘I’ve just had a 12-hour working day’ fashion.
It’s always hard to tell with Yamapi whether prying will be welcome or not, but since it unsettles Koyama so, he can’t help opening his mouth on the drive back home in Yamapi’s car and asking about it.
“You look preoccupied. What’s up?”
They stop at a red light, and Yamapi fixes him with a weary smile.
“I’m just tired.”
Koyama looks closely at the defensive hunch of his shoulders and his guarded expression, and something about it all tells him that this isn’t just caused by exhaustion.
“Tired,” he repeats. “Tired of what?”
The weary smile on Yamapi’s face twitches into something slightly more genuine.
“I don’t know why anyone bothers trying to hide things from you.”
Koyama smiles. “If they’re really worried about someone, it’s impossible to hide things from anyone.”
Yamapi laughs, and Koyama sees his expression brighten as some of the tension flows from his muscles. Maybe, he thinks, just knowing there’s someone who cares is more than enough.
Title: Presumptuous
Pairing: Masuda/Tegoshi
Rating: R
Original fic: Lost By a Thought for kataomi
Summary: Tegoshi is crafty, but with Massu he doesn’t need to be.
“Tell me if I’m wrong,” Massu panted between long, open-mouth kisses, “but would I be right if I assumed you didn’t really invite me over for dinner?”
Tegoshi fumbled with the buttons of Massu’s shirt, impatiently trying to push them through the holes.
“Well...” He nipped at Massu’s lower lip. “If you were absolutely desperate for dinner...” Kiss. “I suppose we could put this on hold...”
“I guess I am a bit hungry,” Massu said around a gasp as Tegoshi palmed him between his legs.
“I hope you’re just making a bad joke, because that was a lie. We’re skipping dinner. The only thing I want your mouth on for the next couple of hours is me.”
“Ah...” Massu kissed along Tegoshi’s jaw, then continued on down his neck. “I hope you don’t mean that in a creepy cannibalistic way.”
“Y’know, I’m kind of starting to see why you were a virgin for so long,” Tegoshi muttered, but then inhaled sharply as Massu started to suck lightly at the spot just below his earlobe. “You’re lucky you’re so good at this...”
Massu laughed breathlessly against his pulse point. “Well stop inviting me over under false pretences, then. I wouldn’t have said no to this.”
Tegoshi felt a flutter in his chest at the words and slid his hands up under Massu’s shirt, shivering at the feeling of smooth, warm skin beneath his fingers.
“I’ll remember that for next time.”
“Mm...” Massu looped his arms around Tegoshi’s waist, rested his chin on his shoulder. “Yeah. A next time would be good.”
Pairing: Koyama/Shigeaki
Rating: G
Original fic: 5 KoyaShige Dramas that Never Happened - Area Searched, No Trace for snowaltz
Summary: Koyama finally succeeds in making Shige smile.
He still hadn’t gotten a smile out of him, but the flush on Shige’s cheeks and his shy demeanour was almost as good.
“I... haven’t had this whole confession thing since high school,” Shige admitted, and Koyama laughed, let his fingertips brush over the back of Shige’s hand.
“That’s because you’re all work and no play,” he trilled, grinning when Shige swatted at him
“We should be working now,” Shige reminded him. “Our killer is still loose on the streets and no one else is trying to stop him.”
“Have you never heard of coming up for air?” Koyama asked, finally building up the courage to twine their fingers together. “We work our regular jobs during the day, and then do this on top of it. If we don’t take a break once in a while, our performance won’t be up to standard.”
Shige’s flush darkened, but he squeezed Koyama’s hand. “I suppose.”
Koyama’s stomach flip-flopped, and before he could get cold feet, turned his head to press a kiss to Shige’s jaw.
“A little bit of play never hurt anyone,” he murmured before pulling away, just in time to see an embarrassed but pleased smile on Shige’s lips.
Koyama’s heart somersaulted, and he knew that this was the end of it - he was in love.
Title: Change of Pace
Pairing: Koyama/Shigeaki
Rating: G
Original fic: 5 KoyaShige Dramas that Never Happened - Secret Agent Girl for haruka21
Summary: Shigemi isn’t his type, but Koyama can’t help the way he feels about ‘her’, regardless.
“For a literature major, your kanji knowledge is certainly appalling,” Shigemi told him incredulously as she looked over his notes. “Did you even pass elementary school?”
Koyama, the paragon of maturity that he was, stuck out his tongue and studiously ignored the flutter of excitement that comment caused in his heart. Shigemi had been a little uptight, he thought, when they’d first met, but now she was comfortable enough to tease and swap playful insults with him.
“I have word processors to do the hard work for me,” he replied, tone light. “As long as I can read the kanji, I’m fine.”
Shigemi sighed and shook her head, bangs falling into her eyes. Koyama had to resist the urge to lean over and brush them away for her.
It was strange. In high school, he’d liked the girly-girls, with their tonnes of perfectly applied makeup, elaborately decorated nails, short skirts and immaculately styled hair; those girls that giggled behind their hands and talked in high-pitched, took tiny steps when they walked and fluttered their eyelashes shyly at him.
Shigemi was nothing like that. She wore her skirts longer, hated makeup, laughed funny and sat like a boy. Her voice was deep, almost throaty, and Koyama couldn’t help feeling like she was absolutely perfect.
“You’re staring at me.” Shigemi flicked him in the forehead, snapping him out of his daze.
Koyama grinned sheepishly. “It’s because your gloss is smudged. Again.”
Shigemi glared, but got up to go to the bathroom and fix herself anyway. Koyama watched her go, heart full to bursting. Smudged gloss or not, he desperately wanted to kiss her.
Title: Reflection
Pairing: Masuda/Tegoshi
Rating: PG
Original fic: A House is Not a Home for zheinpathos
Summary: Sometimes, when everything is quiet, Tegoshi can’t help but look back.
It’s uncommon that he thinks about the past. Tegoshi is the sort of person who lives in the moment, barely sparing a thought for tomorrow, let alone yesterday. But sometimes, when he’s lying on his back, staring up at the dark ceiling and the world is standing still, he can’t help but think.
Massu fell asleep quickly tonight, with the apple of his soft, plump cheek pressed to Tegoshi’s shoulder, and their combined breathing - the only sound in the whole room - isn’t enough to distract him from his thoughts.
He’s happy. Not once in the past four years has he been as happy as when he’s tangled up in the sheets of Massu’s bed with his boyfriend’s hair tickling his face. But in moments like this, he can feel it there in the back of his mind, an emptiness that was once filled by family.
He thinks about going back sometimes. Sometimes, not yet, he’s not quite ready yet - disgustinggoodfornothinglittlefaggotgetoutandnevercomeback - but maybe when he’s more, when he’s better than he is now, when he’s made something of himself, he’ll go back and show mom and dad that he’s someone they can be proud of.
Massu sighs in his sleep, shifts and buries his face in the crook of Tegoshi’s neck before he stills again, and Tegoshi half smiles, tightens his hold around Massu’s waist.
It’s okay for now. Because he has a different sort of family right here.
Title: Blindside
Pairing: Masuda/Tegoshi
Rating: G
Original fic: Reinventing the World for grydo2life
Summary: Falling in love catches Tegoshi by surprise.
It’s not until Tegoshi comes back from the store one day to find Massu tickling Sora’s feet, both of them laughing so hard they’re shaking, that he realises how bad he has it for him. Usually Tegoshi is more in touch with his own feelings than that, but the distraction of having a baby around left him with little time to think about much else.
The realisation kind of smacks him in the face when he walks in the door, sees the two of them, and the first thought in his mind is, ‘I love you’. From then on, he can’t think of enough excuses to see Massu holding or feeding or playing with his son, just so he can pretend for a while that the three of them are a family instead of just two friends looking after his baby.
His mother keeps hinting about setting him up with ‘nice girls’ that she knows in a not-at-all subtle attempt to find her grandson a mother, but Tegoshi wiggles out of them every time, as easily as an eel sliding from a fisherman’s hands. He’s not ready to invite someone else into his life, he says. Not yet.
He doesn’t tell her it’s because he thinks Sora already has the perfect parents. All Tegoshi needs to do now is convince Massu to stay forever.
Title: Perception
Characters: Koyama & Yamashita
Rating: G
Original fic: Defragment for sanjihan
Summary: Sometimes Koyama can see what others can’t.
It’s always been difficult for Koyama to just sit back and watch when one of his friends is obviously hurting, whether he can tell if his help is wanted or not. That’s why it’s been bothering him all night that Yamapi obviously has a lot weighing on his mind, and not in his usual busy ‘I’ve just had a 12-hour working day’ fashion.
It’s always hard to tell with Yamapi whether prying will be welcome or not, but since it unsettles Koyama so, he can’t help opening his mouth on the drive back home in Yamapi’s car and asking about it.
“You look preoccupied. What’s up?”
They stop at a red light, and Yamapi fixes him with a weary smile.
“I’m just tired.”
Koyama looks closely at the defensive hunch of his shoulders and his guarded expression, and something about it all tells him that this isn’t just caused by exhaustion.
“Tired,” he repeats. “Tired of what?”
The weary smile on Yamapi’s face twitches into something slightly more genuine.
“I don’t know why anyone bothers trying to hide things from you.”
Koyama smiles. “If they’re really worried about someone, it’s impossible to hide things from anyone.”
Yamapi laughs, and Koyama sees his expression brighten as some of the tension flows from his muscles. Maybe, he thinks, just knowing there’s someone who cares is more than enough.
Title: Presumptuous
Pairing: Masuda/Tegoshi
Rating: R
Original fic: Lost By a Thought for kataomi
Summary: Tegoshi is crafty, but with Massu he doesn’t need to be.
“Tell me if I’m wrong,” Massu panted between long, open-mouth kisses, “but would I be right if I assumed you didn’t really invite me over for dinner?”
Tegoshi fumbled with the buttons of Massu’s shirt, impatiently trying to push them through the holes.
“Well...” He nipped at Massu’s lower lip. “If you were absolutely desperate for dinner...” Kiss. “I suppose we could put this on hold...”
“I guess I am a bit hungry,” Massu said around a gasp as Tegoshi palmed him between his legs.
“I hope you’re just making a bad joke, because that was a lie. We’re skipping dinner. The only thing I want your mouth on for the next couple of hours is me.”
“Ah...” Massu kissed along Tegoshi’s jaw, then continued on down his neck. “I hope you don’t mean that in a creepy cannibalistic way.”
“Y’know, I’m kind of starting to see why you were a virgin for so long,” Tegoshi muttered, but then inhaled sharply as Massu started to suck lightly at the spot just below his earlobe. “You’re lucky you’re so good at this...”
Massu laughed breathlessly against his pulse point. “Well stop inviting me over under false pretences, then. I wouldn’t have said no to this.”
Tegoshi felt a flutter in his chest at the words and slid his hands up under Massu’s shirt, shivering at the feeling of smooth, warm skin beneath his fingers.
“I’ll remember that for next time.”
“Mm...” Massu looped his arms around Tegoshi’s waist, rested his chin on his shoulder. “Yeah. A next time would be good.”