Yasu/Baru: two chocolate fics! I'd forgotten to post eight.
Title: Play
Rating: PG-ish?
Pairing: Yasu/Baru. OhRyo mention.
Notes: This is just a drabble, inspired by something, the telling of which will give the fic away.
Yoko liked to consider himself open-minded. However, after stumbling in on KanJani’s exhibitionist couple at work, he was willing to close his mind for ever and ever.
So when he reached the gakuya, he was very distressed by the noises emanating from within.
“Shibuyan, I don’t think it’ll fit!”
“Yes it will, Shota!”
“No! No! Yes!”
“YES! YES!”
A few more shrieks followed until Yoko finally threw the door open and demanded to know what the hell they thought they were doing.
Subaru and Shota looked up and blinked in eerie unison.
Subaru’s laptop beeped their Tetris game was over.
Title: Small
Pairing: Yasu/Baru
Rating: G or PG. Really mild.
Notes: Pure fluff and giggles. Subaru, as you should all know, is shy and incapable of talking to shop assistants, so he gets Shota to ask for size M instead. We also know that Subaru is tiny. And somewhere I was reading Shota say Subaru really is trying to ask to the shop assistant for S sizes now. Isn't he cute for trying?
Subaru was rather peculiar, as boyfriends went. Put him in front of tens of thousands of people, give him a microphone, and he was fine. He’d even run around half-naked if the mood struck him.
But put him in front of one person in a shop, and he’d whimper and hide behind Shota, begging his young boyfriend to ask the ever-so-scary (and slightly confused) shop assistant if the shirt he liked was available in medium.
Naturally Shota indulged the older male every time such an occasion arose. He was, after all, far more social and chatty than Subaru, and enjoyed discussing styles and trends with the assistant while Subaru continued to hide nearby. Yasuda’s main concern with the whole issue was that his boyfriend was nowhere near large enough to justify the purchase of medium-sized clothes. So the next time Subaru dumped a whole pile of clothes on him that he wanted in medium and then went and hid in a corner, Shota asked the sales assistant for small sizes instead.
“Didn’t he ask for medium?” She inquired politely.
“Do you think he looks like a medium?” Shota responded, gesturing the singer as he tried to blend into the furniture.
“He does look as those small would fit him better.” She conceded, beginning to sort through the pile.
“And these are so much more flattering with a slimmer fit.” Yasuda added, looking at a few of the T-shirts his boyfriend had chosen. The sales girl nodded, and conversation quickly dissolved into what colours and lines were in for the season.
At one point Subaru interrupted them, edging up to the guitarist and whispering
“I’m hungry.”
“Do you want to go and find somewhere to eat, and I’ll come meet you there?” Shota asked, tone gentle and slow as though he were talking to a kindergartener.
Subaru nodded and shuffled out of the shop, returning after less than a minute because someone had looked at him and now he was scared of being alone out there. Shota ruffled his hair and said they were nearly done. Subaru seemed content and toddled back over to his dark corner of the shop.
“Actually...” Shota began as the sales girl started putting the clothes in a bag. She paused and looked at him questioningly. “Do you think you could cut the tags out? It would probably hurt his ego finding out I got him small clothes.”
She nodded understandingly and began snipping tags off. Once she was done, Shota paid and collected his boyfriend, smiling and thanking the girl one last time.
“Shochan I’m hungry.” Subaru mumbled again, leaning on the younger male.
“Well, we can go to the food court.”
“No we can’t.”
“Why not?”
“That lady is there.”
“And?” Yasu was lucky he was so patient.
“She’ll look at me again.”
“So where do you want to go eat?”
“I don’t know.” Subaru pouted, crossing his arms and puffing out his cheeks. Yasuda found the singer almost irresistibly adorable at times like this, and wished they weren’t in public so he could kiss him.
“Well...” Shota thought carefully. “We could get take away and go home and eat it. If you really need to you can even wait in the car.”
“Drive through?”
“...Or we could do that.”
Subaru chose Mos Burger because he felt like being a little bit unhealthy. Once they got there, Shota was forced to lean over almost into his lover’s lap to talk to the drive thru attendant, Subaru stubbornly pretending he was mute. Or at least that he’d lost his voice for the day.
The drive thru assistant seemed to accept Subaru’s silence and soon they were driving home in a car filled with the delicious scent of warm hamburgers. When they arrived home, Subaru carried the burgers in and Shota carried their shopping, which was surprisingly small in volume compared to most of their other expeditions. He wondered if Subaru’s clothes being small really made that much of a difference, or whether he was only going to have a small credit card bill at the end of the month.
Yasuda dumped the clothes in the bedroom while Subaru organised plates and drinks in the living room, singing cheerfully now that his voice had miraculously returned. Shota chose a CD at random and put it on, and they sung loudly along to it together until the table was set and it was time to eat their lunch.
After they’d finished, Shota began cleaning up. He suggested Subaru try on his new clothes, and the singer bounded happily off to do so. Once all the plates and cups had been cleared away, Shota chose another CD for Subaru to model to and seated himself comfortably on the couch to watch.
Subaru loved showing off his clothes more than he’d ever admit, and Shota loved it. The singer was grinning as he emerged from the bedroom in his first outfit, and Shota secretly noted that the small was a much better fit. It made him want to do things to the older male that would be highly inappropriate if they weren’t dating. Instead he contented himself (for now) with watching the singer parade around the living room.
Subaru was up to about his fourth outfit when he suddenly screamed. Immediately worried, Shota ran to the bedroom to find out what was wrong.
“Shota!” Subaru yelled, picking up a shirt.
“What’s wrong?”
“This shirt is S!”
“Really?” Shota asked, trying not to let his tone belie the fact he already knew that. “Show me.”
Subaru threw the garment at his head, and Shota found, to his dismay, that the girl had accidentally missed one tag.
“They’re all small, aren’t they?” Subaru glared accusatorily, rifling through the pile of clothes to see if he could find more size tags.
“Shibuyan, I’m sure she just made a mistake. I did ask for medium.”
“Well, if they are medium, they should fit you.”
“Shibuyan, I...” Yasuda floundered.
“They’re all small, aren’t they?” Subaru repeated, voice low and depressed.
Shota nodded, mouth dry.
“Why?”
Yasuda decided to be honest.
“Shibuyan, you’re not a medium. You’re a small. You saw how nicely those clothes fit. You looked very sexy.”
Subaru still looked sad.
“Besides, if you really were medium, I wouldn’t be able to carry you to bed. You’d be too heavy!”
“Yasu, we’re in the bedroom already.”
Shota pouted, because Subaru was right. Then he had a brilliant idea, and scooped the singer up into his arms to only mild protests. He carried the small male around the bed, laying him gently down on the opposite side to the pile of clothes.
“Was that okay?” Shota asked, turning his best puppy eyes on.
Subaru conceded defeat and allowed the guitarist a smile, which he reflected as a giant grin.
“Maybe it’s okay that I’m small...”
~~~
Three weeks later Shota and Subaru were on another shopping trip. After getting an encouraging (but ever-so-subtle) hand squeeze from his lover, Subaru shyly approached the counter...
...and asked the lady if this shirt came in small.
MK~
Rating: PG-ish?
Pairing: Yasu/Baru. OhRyo mention.
Notes: This is just a drabble, inspired by something, the telling of which will give the fic away.
Yoko liked to consider himself open-minded. However, after stumbling in on KanJani’s exhibitionist couple at work, he was willing to close his mind for ever and ever.
So when he reached the gakuya, he was very distressed by the noises emanating from within.
“Shibuyan, I don’t think it’ll fit!”
“Yes it will, Shota!”
“No! No! Yes!”
“YES! YES!”
A few more shrieks followed until Yoko finally threw the door open and demanded to know what the hell they thought they were doing.
Subaru and Shota looked up and blinked in eerie unison.
Subaru’s laptop beeped their Tetris game was over.
Title: Small
Pairing: Yasu/Baru
Rating: G or PG. Really mild.
Notes: Pure fluff and giggles. Subaru, as you should all know, is shy and incapable of talking to shop assistants, so he gets Shota to ask for size M instead. We also know that Subaru is tiny. And somewhere I was reading Shota say Subaru really is trying to ask to the shop assistant for S sizes now. Isn't he cute for trying?
Subaru was rather peculiar, as boyfriends went. Put him in front of tens of thousands of people, give him a microphone, and he was fine. He’d even run around half-naked if the mood struck him.
But put him in front of one person in a shop, and he’d whimper and hide behind Shota, begging his young boyfriend to ask the ever-so-scary (and slightly confused) shop assistant if the shirt he liked was available in medium.
Naturally Shota indulged the older male every time such an occasion arose. He was, after all, far more social and chatty than Subaru, and enjoyed discussing styles and trends with the assistant while Subaru continued to hide nearby. Yasuda’s main concern with the whole issue was that his boyfriend was nowhere near large enough to justify the purchase of medium-sized clothes. So the next time Subaru dumped a whole pile of clothes on him that he wanted in medium and then went and hid in a corner, Shota asked the sales assistant for small sizes instead.
“Didn’t he ask for medium?” She inquired politely.
“Do you think he looks like a medium?” Shota responded, gesturing the singer as he tried to blend into the furniture.
“He does look as those small would fit him better.” She conceded, beginning to sort through the pile.
“And these are so much more flattering with a slimmer fit.” Yasuda added, looking at a few of the T-shirts his boyfriend had chosen. The sales girl nodded, and conversation quickly dissolved into what colours and lines were in for the season.
At one point Subaru interrupted them, edging up to the guitarist and whispering
“I’m hungry.”
“Do you want to go and find somewhere to eat, and I’ll come meet you there?” Shota asked, tone gentle and slow as though he were talking to a kindergartener.
Subaru nodded and shuffled out of the shop, returning after less than a minute because someone had looked at him and now he was scared of being alone out there. Shota ruffled his hair and said they were nearly done. Subaru seemed content and toddled back over to his dark corner of the shop.
“Actually...” Shota began as the sales girl started putting the clothes in a bag. She paused and looked at him questioningly. “Do you think you could cut the tags out? It would probably hurt his ego finding out I got him small clothes.”
She nodded understandingly and began snipping tags off. Once she was done, Shota paid and collected his boyfriend, smiling and thanking the girl one last time.
“Shochan I’m hungry.” Subaru mumbled again, leaning on the younger male.
“Well, we can go to the food court.”
“No we can’t.”
“Why not?”
“That lady is there.”
“And?” Yasu was lucky he was so patient.
“She’ll look at me again.”
“So where do you want to go eat?”
“I don’t know.” Subaru pouted, crossing his arms and puffing out his cheeks. Yasuda found the singer almost irresistibly adorable at times like this, and wished they weren’t in public so he could kiss him.
“Well...” Shota thought carefully. “We could get take away and go home and eat it. If you really need to you can even wait in the car.”
“Drive through?”
“...Or we could do that.”
Subaru chose Mos Burger because he felt like being a little bit unhealthy. Once they got there, Shota was forced to lean over almost into his lover’s lap to talk to the drive thru attendant, Subaru stubbornly pretending he was mute. Or at least that he’d lost his voice for the day.
The drive thru assistant seemed to accept Subaru’s silence and soon they were driving home in a car filled with the delicious scent of warm hamburgers. When they arrived home, Subaru carried the burgers in and Shota carried their shopping, which was surprisingly small in volume compared to most of their other expeditions. He wondered if Subaru’s clothes being small really made that much of a difference, or whether he was only going to have a small credit card bill at the end of the month.
Yasuda dumped the clothes in the bedroom while Subaru organised plates and drinks in the living room, singing cheerfully now that his voice had miraculously returned. Shota chose a CD at random and put it on, and they sung loudly along to it together until the table was set and it was time to eat their lunch.
After they’d finished, Shota began cleaning up. He suggested Subaru try on his new clothes, and the singer bounded happily off to do so. Once all the plates and cups had been cleared away, Shota chose another CD for Subaru to model to and seated himself comfortably on the couch to watch.
Subaru loved showing off his clothes more than he’d ever admit, and Shota loved it. The singer was grinning as he emerged from the bedroom in his first outfit, and Shota secretly noted that the small was a much better fit. It made him want to do things to the older male that would be highly inappropriate if they weren’t dating. Instead he contented himself (for now) with watching the singer parade around the living room.
Subaru was up to about his fourth outfit when he suddenly screamed. Immediately worried, Shota ran to the bedroom to find out what was wrong.
“Shota!” Subaru yelled, picking up a shirt.
“What’s wrong?”
“This shirt is S!”
“Really?” Shota asked, trying not to let his tone belie the fact he already knew that. “Show me.”
Subaru threw the garment at his head, and Shota found, to his dismay, that the girl had accidentally missed one tag.
“They’re all small, aren’t they?” Subaru glared accusatorily, rifling through the pile of clothes to see if he could find more size tags.
“Shibuyan, I’m sure she just made a mistake. I did ask for medium.”
“Well, if they are medium, they should fit you.”
“Shibuyan, I...” Yasuda floundered.
“They’re all small, aren’t they?” Subaru repeated, voice low and depressed.
Shota nodded, mouth dry.
“Why?”
Yasuda decided to be honest.
“Shibuyan, you’re not a medium. You’re a small. You saw how nicely those clothes fit. You looked very sexy.”
Subaru still looked sad.
“Besides, if you really were medium, I wouldn’t be able to carry you to bed. You’d be too heavy!”
“Yasu, we’re in the bedroom already.”
Shota pouted, because Subaru was right. Then he had a brilliant idea, and scooped the singer up into his arms to only mild protests. He carried the small male around the bed, laying him gently down on the opposite side to the pile of clothes.
“Was that okay?” Shota asked, turning his best puppy eyes on.
Subaru conceded defeat and allowed the guitarist a smile, which he reflected as a giant grin.
“Maybe it’s okay that I’m small...”
~~~
Three weeks later Shota and Subaru were on another shopping trip. After getting an encouraging (but ever-so-subtle) hand squeeze from his lover, Subaru shyly approached the counter...
...and asked the lady if this shirt came in small.
MK~