SIZE MATTERS
So anyway. :D Will be going through the rarepair meme stuff I wrote worth salvaging. D: Sadly, not a lot. And fixing it for the purposes of procrastination. >:D *exam next week*
This was for Anon (lockability! ♥) here:
Who I want: Yara/Goseki (+Kawai, Fujigaya, Kitayama)
What I want: Gah, anything at all!
Max Rating: Anything! (it only ended up about PG~ :D)
This one was fun. D: Possibly because I'd already half written it prior, and the meme was a lovely excuse to self-indulge. 8D ♥ Anon-san, who are you~?
Yara is dead when Goseki finds him alone in his dressing room, but that's okay and rather common after rehearsals besides. As any of the Dream Boys cast can attest, acting is acting and dancing is dancing, but boxing on top of the two is not only very hard, but also painful. For anybody.
"Maa~" Goseki says just for the hell of it. (Entirely too cheerful of tone, Yara thinks, in the presence of a dead person.) "If you just die without warming down properly, it'll only hurt more later."
Yara grunts. It's nothing he doesn't know, but moving isn't an option.
"So masochistic," Goseki coos, and drops a cool, damp hand towel onto Yara's closed eyes.
"Doing your girly act again?" Yara asks, managing to find his voice again. He shoves the cloth up onto his forehead. It feels good.
Goseki joins him on the floor, sprawling casually across Yara's stomach as if he's a bolster pillow-- "Is that what they call being nice these days?" --a rather large bolster pillow, and also rather warm.
Too warm. Yara gives a weak roll of his hips in a half-assed attempt to dislodge Goseki before the other gets too comfortable. "Get off. You're hot."
"Kya~" Goseki squees, voice high-pitched in the manner of fangirls worldwide. He wriggles a little, a thousand percent deliberate. "Yara Tomoyuki-kun noticed me. ♥"
"Desperate fag," Yara grunts. "I'll kill you."
"You don't mean that," Goseki chuckles, though stills regardless. The friction between them hadn't done anything for their sweat-damp tees. Or bodies.
"You're right," Yara agrees, and stares blankly up at the ceiling. He pointedly doesn't think about how much time they may or may not have left before break is over. The towel is really nice. "I'll get Yone to kill you."
"Maa," Goseki smiles. "At least he'll be quick."
All through afternoon practice, Goseki does a silent kya~ every time Yara looks at him. Kame and Koki don't seem to notice, but ABC and Kis-My-Ft2 find it hysterical. Nobly, Yara decides to kill the shadow king with his own hands after all. Yonehana wouldn't enjoy it half as much as necessary.
"Sorry I'm late," Goseki says with a chipper smile the next day, strolling into ABC's dressing room as if he owns it. (He sort of does.) Everyone's already there - naturally. It really is kind of late. He drops his bag in an empty corner. "Is there time for a shower? I didn't get one this morning." A shower would be nice, since it's Shounen Club filming today.
"You what?" Kawai says, tossing his cellphone aside as if he hadn't just been writing Goseki a mail regarding his whereabouts. Because he hadn't. Really. (Besides, Tsukada had already done it.) "That's gross. And where have you been anyway?"
Subtly voiceless, Totsuka shifts over on the couch, reading a textbook.
"Ah, just Yaracchi's. I told Tottsu..."
For a brief moment, Kawai's about to be annoyed, until his brain registers what Goseki has said and his long face turns utterly appalled. "...that's disgusting."
"I showered last night kind of late?" Goseki shrugs, digging out his appropriate costume.
"But a day's a looong time at Yara-kun's," Tsukada says gravely.
"You filthy soul," adds Kawai.
Goseki chuckles. "Whatever, it was fun."
"Does he--" Kawai shorts himself out of a segue. "He doesn't just like you for your name, right?"
Goseki raises an eyebrow, hand paused on a towel. "What?"
"Like, Koichi. Everybody knows all of Musical Academy are in love with the Domoto version." For a moment, their youngest actually looks stricken.
Goseki laughs like it's the funniest thing he's heard all week.
"H-hey, I'm being serious here!" Kawai shouts.
Goseki only shakes his head, slinging the towel across his shoulders with a half-hidden smile. "You just keep telling yourself that's the name he screams, Fumikyun~" The bathroom door swings shut in his wake.
In front of the mirror, Tsukada sits shell-shocked. A dash of eyeliner runs jagged over the tic in his cheek.
And slowly, Kawai keels over.
"Sasuga, Goseki-kun," Totsuka smiles, turning a page.
"What lies have you been spreading?" Yara asks mildly, later. They're back on the Dream Boys set, dead on the floor again after more soul-sapping routines. Yara's not running on enough sleep, either, to be as annoyed as he should be. Or so he staunchly believes, even if it should logically be the other way around. But logic can burn in hell. Certain juniors have been looking at him funny recently; Yara Tomoyuki is a shark, not a tasty morsel, damn them all. "Terrible, vicious lies..."
"What do you mean?" Goseki smiles. Affected effeminate innocence lilts through his words. "I wouldn't do anything so underhanded."
"Right," Yara grunts, too dead to glare at the ceiling. "You'd get Kawai and Fujigaya to do it instead."
Goseki hums something that pointedly isn't a denial of that fact.
"...I'll kill you," Yara says.
Where Yara can't see him, Goseki just smiles.
"Hey~ Join us next time, Fumikyun~"
Kawai hangs up on his bandmate's breathy laughter without a word. It's late, but not late enough (and neither are the drinks sufficiently strong in Kawai's opinion), to stop his brain from frying at the very idea. He feels disturbed and also vaguely dirty.
"Put your phone on silent if you don't want to deal with it," Kitayama yawns, more out of thinly veiled self-interest than anything. Alcohol, like a lot of things in life, makes him sleepy. "Who was that anyway?"
"He's got Gocchi..." Kawai mutters, not listening; "he's got Gocchi, but he's not getting me."
Fujigaya snorts. "That was sad, Miyata-level wordplay, Fumito."
"I'm serious!"
Kitayama shrugs, comfortable on the couch. His bowl of instant rice sits abandoned on the coffee table, natto topping long gone. "You know, they're both a lot more flexible than Takizawa will ever be."
"...no." Kawai tries to melt into the floor under the pain of things that can't be unheard, rocking back and forth. "No, no..." He's pretty set on winning Tackey's attention someday besides. Even if Fujigaya will tell him that (even if he hadn't scuttled his chances with that Kamira Tamara monomane way back) they're pretty much out of the running now they've turned twenty.
"Selfish ingrate," Fujigaya tells Kawai with a pout, and takes another swig from his can. "If you don't get in on the action, who's going to invite me?"
"No..."
"Taisuke, Taisuke," Kitayama murmurs, eyes closed. "Yara-kun isn't the least bit interested in you."
"That," Fujigaya explains, "is the problem exactly."
"Mn..." Kitayama says nothing in particular, dozing off with a lazy smirk of triumph. (The real problem, he knows, is that this time Fujigaya's just too tall.)
FUN FACT: Yara's 'official' height is 165cm. :D But he's been outed in a certain con MC as being only 163cm (5'4"). ♥ SO LITTLE AND ADORABLE. xD
This was for Anon (lockability! ♥) here:
Who I want: Yara/Goseki (+Kawai, Fujigaya, Kitayama)
What I want: Gah, anything at all!
Max Rating: Anything! (it only ended up about PG~ :D)
This one was fun. D: Possibly because I'd already half written it prior, and the meme was a lovely excuse to self-indulge. 8D ♥ Anon-san, who are you~?
Yara is dead when Goseki finds him alone in his dressing room, but that's okay and rather common after rehearsals besides. As any of the Dream Boys cast can attest, acting is acting and dancing is dancing, but boxing on top of the two is not only very hard, but also painful. For anybody.
"Maa~" Goseki says just for the hell of it. (Entirely too cheerful of tone, Yara thinks, in the presence of a dead person.) "If you just die without warming down properly, it'll only hurt more later."
Yara grunts. It's nothing he doesn't know, but moving isn't an option.
"So masochistic," Goseki coos, and drops a cool, damp hand towel onto Yara's closed eyes.
"Doing your girly act again?" Yara asks, managing to find his voice again. He shoves the cloth up onto his forehead. It feels good.
Goseki joins him on the floor, sprawling casually across Yara's stomach as if he's a bolster pillow-- "Is that what they call being nice these days?" --a rather large bolster pillow, and also rather warm.
Too warm. Yara gives a weak roll of his hips in a half-assed attempt to dislodge Goseki before the other gets too comfortable. "Get off. You're hot."
"Kya~" Goseki squees, voice high-pitched in the manner of fangirls worldwide. He wriggles a little, a thousand percent deliberate. "Yara Tomoyuki-kun noticed me. ♥"
"Desperate fag," Yara grunts. "I'll kill you."
"You don't mean that," Goseki chuckles, though stills regardless. The friction between them hadn't done anything for their sweat-damp tees. Or bodies.
"You're right," Yara agrees, and stares blankly up at the ceiling. He pointedly doesn't think about how much time they may or may not have left before break is over. The towel is really nice. "I'll get Yone to kill you."
"Maa," Goseki smiles. "At least he'll be quick."
All through afternoon practice, Goseki does a silent kya~ every time Yara looks at him. Kame and Koki don't seem to notice, but ABC and Kis-My-Ft2 find it hysterical. Nobly, Yara decides to kill the shadow king with his own hands after all. Yonehana wouldn't enjoy it half as much as necessary.
"Sorry I'm late," Goseki says with a chipper smile the next day, strolling into ABC's dressing room as if he owns it. (He sort of does.) Everyone's already there - naturally. It really is kind of late. He drops his bag in an empty corner. "Is there time for a shower? I didn't get one this morning." A shower would be nice, since it's Shounen Club filming today.
"You what?" Kawai says, tossing his cellphone aside as if he hadn't just been writing Goseki a mail regarding his whereabouts. Because he hadn't. Really. (Besides, Tsukada had already done it.) "That's gross. And where have you been anyway?"
Subtly voiceless, Totsuka shifts over on the couch, reading a textbook.
"Ah, just Yaracchi's. I told Tottsu..."
For a brief moment, Kawai's about to be annoyed, until his brain registers what Goseki has said and his long face turns utterly appalled. "...that's disgusting."
"I showered last night kind of late?" Goseki shrugs, digging out his appropriate costume.
"But a day's a looong time at Yara-kun's," Tsukada says gravely.
"You filthy soul," adds Kawai.
Goseki chuckles. "Whatever, it was fun."
"Does he--" Kawai shorts himself out of a segue. "He doesn't just like you for your name, right?"
Goseki raises an eyebrow, hand paused on a towel. "What?"
"Like, Koichi. Everybody knows all of Musical Academy are in love with the Domoto version." For a moment, their youngest actually looks stricken.
Goseki laughs like it's the funniest thing he's heard all week.
"H-hey, I'm being serious here!" Kawai shouts.
Goseki only shakes his head, slinging the towel across his shoulders with a half-hidden smile. "You just keep telling yourself that's the name he screams, Fumikyun~" The bathroom door swings shut in his wake.
In front of the mirror, Tsukada sits shell-shocked. A dash of eyeliner runs jagged over the tic in his cheek.
And slowly, Kawai keels over.
"Sasuga, Goseki-kun," Totsuka smiles, turning a page.
"What lies have you been spreading?" Yara asks mildly, later. They're back on the Dream Boys set, dead on the floor again after more soul-sapping routines. Yara's not running on enough sleep, either, to be as annoyed as he should be. Or so he staunchly believes, even if it should logically be the other way around. But logic can burn in hell. Certain juniors have been looking at him funny recently; Yara Tomoyuki is a shark, not a tasty morsel, damn them all. "Terrible, vicious lies..."
"What do you mean?" Goseki smiles. Affected effeminate innocence lilts through his words. "I wouldn't do anything so underhanded."
"Right," Yara grunts, too dead to glare at the ceiling. "You'd get Kawai and Fujigaya to do it instead."
Goseki hums something that pointedly isn't a denial of that fact.
"...I'll kill you," Yara says.
Where Yara can't see him, Goseki just smiles.
"Hey~ Join us next time, Fumikyun~"
Kawai hangs up on his bandmate's breathy laughter without a word. It's late, but not late enough (and neither are the drinks sufficiently strong in Kawai's opinion), to stop his brain from frying at the very idea. He feels disturbed and also vaguely dirty.
"Put your phone on silent if you don't want to deal with it," Kitayama yawns, more out of thinly veiled self-interest than anything. Alcohol, like a lot of things in life, makes him sleepy. "Who was that anyway?"
"He's got Gocchi..." Kawai mutters, not listening; "he's got Gocchi, but he's not getting me."
Fujigaya snorts. "That was sad, Miyata-level wordplay, Fumito."
"I'm serious!"
Kitayama shrugs, comfortable on the couch. His bowl of instant rice sits abandoned on the coffee table, natto topping long gone. "You know, they're both a lot more flexible than Takizawa will ever be."
"...no." Kawai tries to melt into the floor under the pain of things that can't be unheard, rocking back and forth. "No, no..." He's pretty set on winning Tackey's attention someday besides. Even if Fujigaya will tell him that (even if he hadn't scuttled his chances with that Kamira Tamara monomane way back) they're pretty much out of the running now they've turned twenty.
"Selfish ingrate," Fujigaya tells Kawai with a pout, and takes another swig from his can. "If you don't get in on the action, who's going to invite me?"
"No..."
"Taisuke, Taisuke," Kitayama murmurs, eyes closed. "Yara-kun isn't the least bit interested in you."
"That," Fujigaya explains, "is the problem exactly."
"Mn..." Kitayama says nothing in particular, dozing off with a lazy smirk of triumph. (The real problem, he knows, is that this time Fujigaya's just too tall.)
FUN FACT: Yara's 'official' height is 165cm. :D But he's been outed in a certain con MC as being only 163cm (5'4"). ♥ SO LITTLE AND ADORABLE. xD