[drabbles] Puzzle Pieces, Close
Title: Puzzle Pieces
Word count: 745
Rating: PG
Pairing: Koyama/Shige, one-sided Shige/Massu
Summary: Somehow Massu just knew he had no hope.
It was never anything big, Massu realized as he considered everything in retrospect. It was the little things, minor signs here and there that many people, including himself in the beginning, would’ve missed. But once he noticed it everything else just clicked into place, like puzzle pieces that were meant to be there all along.
There was one thing he didn’t fathom then but had since become a vivid memory in his mind: Koyama in the waiting room during tour years ago, looking up at Massu in the doorway. “It’s time for soundcheck already? Shige hasn’t even woken up yet!” He walked over to the corner where Shige had randomly dropped off to sleep, the previous alarm in his voice all but faded away as he bent above him, shaking Shige’s shoulder gently. “Shige? Hey, it’s time to wake up.”
Inarticulate mumbling from Shige, but Koyama pressed further though still with gentle nudges. “You don’t want to miss the soundcheck, do you? Come on, Shige.” Massu thought it was the first time he heard Koyama speak so tenderly, saying Shige’s name like it was something precious. Massu could still remember the tingle in his spine when he heard it.
He couldn’t admit it to himself then, but somehow in the back of his mind Massu knew he had no hope. He took pride in the fact that he knew Shige even before the younger boy met Koyama, but that was all it was - small and meaningless compared to the bond Shige and Koyama shared. They seemed to know each other inside out, understood what the other wanted with little need for words. They were never conspicuous but one would instantly be by the other’s side when he was needed. When Koyama got a bad case of hay fever last spring, his eyes were itching so bad Shige had to help him apply eye-drops. Massu watched from the side as Shige leant over Koyama who was reclining on the couch, shutting his eyes with a wince once the drips fell in.
“You all right?” Shige asked concernedly, still leaning over him.
Koyama nodded. “Just a little sting.”
“It’ll feel better soon.” Koyama still had his eyes closed so he didn’t notice anything, but Massu saw the fond look Shige gave him. One corner of Shige’s lips turned upward slightly as he pushed Koyama’s bangs from his forehead. It was then Massu’s turn to feel a sting, not in his eyes but somewhere in his chest. Shige had never looked at Massu that way, not even once.
It pained Massu to watch Shige draw further away from him each day but he was powerless to stop it. The last puzzle piece fell into place when he walked into what he thought was an abandoned rehearsal room to find Koyama and Shige huddled together at the far end, necking.
Massu backed down slowly, leaving a mere inch of the door open. The two boys inside didn’t notice anything. Shige’s eyes were half-lidded, head thrown back against the wall as Koyama gnawed at his neck, licked his way up to the side until he reached a spot below Shige’s left ear. At that point Shige looked like he was going to lose his balance, fingers clawing Koyama’s shoulders for support. His mouth parted to let out a sound Massu had never heard him utter before: an unmistakable moan of arousal.
Koyama paused and lifted his head to gaze at Shige. Massu couldn’t see his face clearly from this angle but his words and tone of voice betrayed his emotions. “Tell me, Shige,” he muttered breathily. “I need to know. Please.”
In response to this Shige simply cupped Koyama’s cheeks and brought their lips together, crushing, devouring. It was his way of giving Koyama the answer he was craving for, and Koyama received it willingly, letting Shige’s tongue and teeth relentlessly invade his mouth, leaving his lips red and swollen. Shige only broke the kiss for a few seconds to call out “Koyama” but quickly amended it with a low grunt “Kei”, a single syllable laden with burning desire.
As Shige began attacking Koyama’s lips again Massu shut the door, careful not to make a sound. The puzzle pieces were now complete and Massu resigned himself to fate, hoping it will help heal his aching heart someday. He leaned his head against the door for a while, swallowed hard and then did the best thing he could do - move on.
Title: Close
Word count: 565
Rating: PG
Pairing: Koyama/Shige
Summary: Koyama suggests moving in together.
“Why don’t we move in together?”
Shige froze under the kotatsu. “Wha- why?”
Koyama rested his chin above folded arms on the table, smiling sweetly at Shige. “I want to be close to you.”
What a simple thing to say. He probably didn’t even give it much thought. Shige’s mind, on the other hand, immediately wandered to various places. It was little more than two years since he moved out of his parents’ home to a single apartment, eager to taste the first fruits of freedom. Was he ready to live with another person again so soon, although it’s Koyama? But he also didn’t want to turn the man down so quickly. He fumbled with his words, feeling a sudden chill despite the kotatsu. “I- Koyama, you... I mean, I think-”
“Relax, Shige, I’m just saying.” A bubble of laughter burst forth from Koyama’s lips. “No rush. Just think about it.”
Shige did think about it, for days afterward. It was easy to imagine living with Koyama since his presence was everywhere in Shige’s apartment anyway. His spare clothes in a special drawer, the third from the top. The lingering smell of his shampoo in the bathroom. A flashy gold necklace left on the dresser.
There was one major stumbling block though. The next time they met Shige asked, “What about the cat?”
He was talking about Nyanta, of course, whom Koyama loves like family and in whose presence Shige sneezes approximately every five minutes due to his allergy. Shige used to say it’s too bad Nyanta isn’t imaginary like Wagahai so he can save all the trouble.
Koyama leaned his back against the chair, eyes darting to the ceiling. As his gaze returned to Shige he replied, “I’ll leave Nyanta at my mom’s place and visit once in a while. She adores the old fellow, I'm sure she won't mind.”
Stunned, Shige whipped his head toward Koyama. “You’d leave Nyanta?” For me? he wanted to add but was afraid of sounding selfish.
Koyama nodded. “I’m not saying it’s going to be easy for me, but there’s got to be compromises, right?”
If only they weren’t in the dressing room with the other members loitering about Shige would’ve kissed him right then and there.
It probably wouldn’t be so bad after all. Shige imagined coming home to the sight of Koyama welcoming him with a cheerful "Okaeri", or conversely, preparing dinner while waiting for Koyama to arrive. Shopping for daily supplies for two at a supermarket. Tussling for the remote control and then tickling each other until they collapse in a heap on the sofa. Waking up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, jet black just the way he likes it, and Koyama humming a tune in the kitchen. It would be warm and restful. It would feel like home.
He mentioned it to Koyama that night as they snuggled in bed. “What you said about moving in... let’s give it a shot.”
Koyama’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Shige gave his boyfriend’s shoulder a gentle kiss. “I want to stay close to you too.”
A smile adorned Koyama’s lips, and just like that it was settled. No question of when, my place or yours, or any other trivial arrangements. Shige decided they’d worry about that some other day. Tonight he only wanted to relish Koyama’s presence next to him, now closer than ever.
Word count: 745
Rating: PG
Pairing: Koyama/Shige, one-sided Shige/Massu
Summary: Somehow Massu just knew he had no hope.
It was never anything big, Massu realized as he considered everything in retrospect. It was the little things, minor signs here and there that many people, including himself in the beginning, would’ve missed. But once he noticed it everything else just clicked into place, like puzzle pieces that were meant to be there all along.
There was one thing he didn’t fathom then but had since become a vivid memory in his mind: Koyama in the waiting room during tour years ago, looking up at Massu in the doorway. “It’s time for soundcheck already? Shige hasn’t even woken up yet!” He walked over to the corner where Shige had randomly dropped off to sleep, the previous alarm in his voice all but faded away as he bent above him, shaking Shige’s shoulder gently. “Shige? Hey, it’s time to wake up.”
Inarticulate mumbling from Shige, but Koyama pressed further though still with gentle nudges. “You don’t want to miss the soundcheck, do you? Come on, Shige.” Massu thought it was the first time he heard Koyama speak so tenderly, saying Shige’s name like it was something precious. Massu could still remember the tingle in his spine when he heard it.
He couldn’t admit it to himself then, but somehow in the back of his mind Massu knew he had no hope. He took pride in the fact that he knew Shige even before the younger boy met Koyama, but that was all it was - small and meaningless compared to the bond Shige and Koyama shared. They seemed to know each other inside out, understood what the other wanted with little need for words. They were never conspicuous but one would instantly be by the other’s side when he was needed. When Koyama got a bad case of hay fever last spring, his eyes were itching so bad Shige had to help him apply eye-drops. Massu watched from the side as Shige leant over Koyama who was reclining on the couch, shutting his eyes with a wince once the drips fell in.
“You all right?” Shige asked concernedly, still leaning over him.
Koyama nodded. “Just a little sting.”
“It’ll feel better soon.” Koyama still had his eyes closed so he didn’t notice anything, but Massu saw the fond look Shige gave him. One corner of Shige’s lips turned upward slightly as he pushed Koyama’s bangs from his forehead. It was then Massu’s turn to feel a sting, not in his eyes but somewhere in his chest. Shige had never looked at Massu that way, not even once.
It pained Massu to watch Shige draw further away from him each day but he was powerless to stop it. The last puzzle piece fell into place when he walked into what he thought was an abandoned rehearsal room to find Koyama and Shige huddled together at the far end, necking.
Massu backed down slowly, leaving a mere inch of the door open. The two boys inside didn’t notice anything. Shige’s eyes were half-lidded, head thrown back against the wall as Koyama gnawed at his neck, licked his way up to the side until he reached a spot below Shige’s left ear. At that point Shige looked like he was going to lose his balance, fingers clawing Koyama’s shoulders for support. His mouth parted to let out a sound Massu had never heard him utter before: an unmistakable moan of arousal.
Koyama paused and lifted his head to gaze at Shige. Massu couldn’t see his face clearly from this angle but his words and tone of voice betrayed his emotions. “Tell me, Shige,” he muttered breathily. “I need to know. Please.”
In response to this Shige simply cupped Koyama’s cheeks and brought their lips together, crushing, devouring. It was his way of giving Koyama the answer he was craving for, and Koyama received it willingly, letting Shige’s tongue and teeth relentlessly invade his mouth, leaving his lips red and swollen. Shige only broke the kiss for a few seconds to call out “Koyama” but quickly amended it with a low grunt “Kei”, a single syllable laden with burning desire.
As Shige began attacking Koyama’s lips again Massu shut the door, careful not to make a sound. The puzzle pieces were now complete and Massu resigned himself to fate, hoping it will help heal his aching heart someday. He leaned his head against the door for a while, swallowed hard and then did the best thing he could do - move on.
Title: Close
Word count: 565
Rating: PG
Pairing: Koyama/Shige
Summary: Koyama suggests moving in together.
“Why don’t we move in together?”
Shige froze under the kotatsu. “Wha- why?”
Koyama rested his chin above folded arms on the table, smiling sweetly at Shige. “I want to be close to you.”
What a simple thing to say. He probably didn’t even give it much thought. Shige’s mind, on the other hand, immediately wandered to various places. It was little more than two years since he moved out of his parents’ home to a single apartment, eager to taste the first fruits of freedom. Was he ready to live with another person again so soon, although it’s Koyama? But he also didn’t want to turn the man down so quickly. He fumbled with his words, feeling a sudden chill despite the kotatsu. “I- Koyama, you... I mean, I think-”
“Relax, Shige, I’m just saying.” A bubble of laughter burst forth from Koyama’s lips. “No rush. Just think about it.”
Shige did think about it, for days afterward. It was easy to imagine living with Koyama since his presence was everywhere in Shige’s apartment anyway. His spare clothes in a special drawer, the third from the top. The lingering smell of his shampoo in the bathroom. A flashy gold necklace left on the dresser.
There was one major stumbling block though. The next time they met Shige asked, “What about the cat?”
He was talking about Nyanta, of course, whom Koyama loves like family and in whose presence Shige sneezes approximately every five minutes due to his allergy. Shige used to say it’s too bad Nyanta isn’t imaginary like Wagahai so he can save all the trouble.
Koyama leaned his back against the chair, eyes darting to the ceiling. As his gaze returned to Shige he replied, “I’ll leave Nyanta at my mom’s place and visit once in a while. She adores the old fellow, I'm sure she won't mind.”
Stunned, Shige whipped his head toward Koyama. “You’d leave Nyanta?” For me? he wanted to add but was afraid of sounding selfish.
Koyama nodded. “I’m not saying it’s going to be easy for me, but there’s got to be compromises, right?”
If only they weren’t in the dressing room with the other members loitering about Shige would’ve kissed him right then and there.
It probably wouldn’t be so bad after all. Shige imagined coming home to the sight of Koyama welcoming him with a cheerful "Okaeri", or conversely, preparing dinner while waiting for Koyama to arrive. Shopping for daily supplies for two at a supermarket. Tussling for the remote control and then tickling each other until they collapse in a heap on the sofa. Waking up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, jet black just the way he likes it, and Koyama humming a tune in the kitchen. It would be warm and restful. It would feel like home.
He mentioned it to Koyama that night as they snuggled in bed. “What you said about moving in... let’s give it a shot.”
Koyama’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Shige gave his boyfriend’s shoulder a gentle kiss. “I want to stay close to you too.”
A smile adorned Koyama’s lips, and just like that it was settled. No question of when, my place or yours, or any other trivial arrangements. Shige decided they’d worry about that some other day. Tonight he only wanted to relish Koyama’s presence next to him, now closer than ever.