Drabble batch 24
Lot of 6 drabbles from je100 a couple weeks ago. NewS tied for first! XD For the first time in... a long time. Maybe I'll play again some time. Plus a bonus drabble that lemonadetea required of me as payment/punishment, not that anyone cares. XD
Massu/Tegoshi - G
"Massu, stop. I don't like sweet things, you know that."
Massu holds the mug of hot chocolate closer. "Please. I know you don't, but just for me?"
"I don't know why you're pushing this," Tegoshi huffs, but he reaches out and wraps both hands around the almost too-warm ceramic and brings it close to his face, frowning into it. "At least there're no marshmallows, I guess," he concedes, and Massu grins delightedly at him as he brings it to his lips and takes a delicate sip.
Taking the mug from his hands, Massu leans forward and kisses him. "Tastes good."
Koyama/Massu - G
Koyama tries to contain his shivering as they stand waiting for the train, and consciously inches closer to Massu's furnace-like heat.
"Should have worn something warmer," Massu tells him, and Koyama just glares at him. "We're just going to dinner, not a fashion show."
Sometimes Koyama wonders why he hangs out with Massu. And then Massu pulls off his own chunky electric purple and orange scarf and leans up to wrap it around Koyama's neck, tucking the ends under his collar.
It's hideous, Koyama knows, but the shivering stops and he smiles. Massu always manages to make his awkward sweet.
Koyama/Shige - G
They're just horsing around in the park, winter evident all around them, and it helps to keep their teeth from chattering. But they get a little excited, Koyama chasing after a squealing Shige, and when he reaches him, Koyama overdoes his shove and Shige goes toppling into the snow with a surprised grunt.
"Sorry," Koyama giggles and leans down to brush the snow off Shige's face. When Shige reaches out a hand for help up, Koyama obliges, and Shige jerks him down so they're side-by-side, shivering in the snow. Laughing, they make a fat snow angel, hands clasped between them.
Koyama/Tegoshi - G
Koyama leans over the back of the couch, steaming mug of tea in one hand as he watches Tegoshi still out in the snow. Never one to abandon a challenge, Tegoshi's still out working on the snow castle all four members had started, but been too cold to finish. He feels a little guilty, but he's warm and snug and a little sleepy, so he is content to watch as Tegoshi puts the finishing touches on.
When Tegoshi comes in, red-faced and pleased, he divebombs a laughing Koyama, burrowing into his lap like puppy and stealing sips of his tea.
Shige/Tegoshi - PG
Who knows why Tegoshi has insisted that he do Shige's hair for a change. Shige's quite capable of doing it himself, and they're only going out, not doing a photo shoot. But Shige's long since learned not to argue when Tegoshi gets that look in his eyes, so he sits patiently and watches Tegoshi totally fail at making it look even remotely presentable.
When Tegoshi finally stands back and frowns at his handiwork, Shige just smiles mischievously.
"It's okay," Shige says, leering. "I didn't want to go out anyway."
The snow falls unheeded outside as they ruin Tegoshi's hard work.
Massu/Shige - PG
"I'm bored," Massu says, pouting across the ice shack at Shige, and jiggling his fishing pole.
"You invited yourself. Don't complain to me."
Shige sits peacefully, cocooned in his layers, watching the water. Massu fidgets.
"If you don't want to fish, there's nothing else to do in here. I warned you," Shige complains. "If you're so bored, go lick a pole and see what happens. At least it'll keep you quiet," he mutters.
There's a moment of silence and Shige looks up to find Massu leering at him.
Not what he intended, but it certainly does keep Massu from complaining.
Koyama/Tegoshi - PG-13 (warning: femmeslash)
The best thing about Keiko, Yuuko thinks, is her fingers. She stares at them, eyes glazing over as she imagines the soft pads sliding up her thighs to run teasingly along the lace edging of her panties. Or maybe it's her eyes, the way they can go from delighted innocence to sensual in three seconds flat when Yuuko looks at her right. It could be her breasts, tiny but just enough to fit in Yuuko's small hands, with nipples so sensitive you could almost get her off just by touching them. It could be her long, long legs, that go on forever and are so soft Yuuko just wants to run her fingers up and down them for minutes, and sometimes does. Or it might be her mouth, pouty pink lips over white teeth and her bite was just as good as her bark, if you know what I mean, and Yuuko would be lying if she said she didn't like it just a little rough.
But probably it's everything, Yuuko thinks, as Keiko turns predatory eyes on her, looking like the cat about to eat the canary, like she knows just what Yuuko's been thinking, and stalks up to Yuuko only to shove her against the wall. One long leg pushed up between hers, eyes slanted shut as she leans in to kiss and nip at Yuuko's lips, small breasts pressed against Yuuko's own, and those perfect, perfect fingers already tracing up her leg. Definitely everything.
Massu/Tegoshi - G
"Massu, stop. I don't like sweet things, you know that."
Massu holds the mug of hot chocolate closer. "Please. I know you don't, but just for me?"
"I don't know why you're pushing this," Tegoshi huffs, but he reaches out and wraps both hands around the almost too-warm ceramic and brings it close to his face, frowning into it. "At least there're no marshmallows, I guess," he concedes, and Massu grins delightedly at him as he brings it to his lips and takes a delicate sip.
Taking the mug from his hands, Massu leans forward and kisses him. "Tastes good."
Koyama/Massu - G
Koyama tries to contain his shivering as they stand waiting for the train, and consciously inches closer to Massu's furnace-like heat.
"Should have worn something warmer," Massu tells him, and Koyama just glares at him. "We're just going to dinner, not a fashion show."
Sometimes Koyama wonders why he hangs out with Massu. And then Massu pulls off his own chunky electric purple and orange scarf and leans up to wrap it around Koyama's neck, tucking the ends under his collar.
It's hideous, Koyama knows, but the shivering stops and he smiles. Massu always manages to make his awkward sweet.
Koyama/Shige - G
They're just horsing around in the park, winter evident all around them, and it helps to keep their teeth from chattering. But they get a little excited, Koyama chasing after a squealing Shige, and when he reaches him, Koyama overdoes his shove and Shige goes toppling into the snow with a surprised grunt.
"Sorry," Koyama giggles and leans down to brush the snow off Shige's face. When Shige reaches out a hand for help up, Koyama obliges, and Shige jerks him down so they're side-by-side, shivering in the snow. Laughing, they make a fat snow angel, hands clasped between them.
Koyama/Tegoshi - G
Koyama leans over the back of the couch, steaming mug of tea in one hand as he watches Tegoshi still out in the snow. Never one to abandon a challenge, Tegoshi's still out working on the snow castle all four members had started, but been too cold to finish. He feels a little guilty, but he's warm and snug and a little sleepy, so he is content to watch as Tegoshi puts the finishing touches on.
When Tegoshi comes in, red-faced and pleased, he divebombs a laughing Koyama, burrowing into his lap like puppy and stealing sips of his tea.
Shige/Tegoshi - PG
Who knows why Tegoshi has insisted that he do Shige's hair for a change. Shige's quite capable of doing it himself, and they're only going out, not doing a photo shoot. But Shige's long since learned not to argue when Tegoshi gets that look in his eyes, so he sits patiently and watches Tegoshi totally fail at making it look even remotely presentable.
When Tegoshi finally stands back and frowns at his handiwork, Shige just smiles mischievously.
"It's okay," Shige says, leering. "I didn't want to go out anyway."
The snow falls unheeded outside as they ruin Tegoshi's hard work.
Massu/Shige - PG
"I'm bored," Massu says, pouting across the ice shack at Shige, and jiggling his fishing pole.
"You invited yourself. Don't complain to me."
Shige sits peacefully, cocooned in his layers, watching the water. Massu fidgets.
"If you don't want to fish, there's nothing else to do in here. I warned you," Shige complains. "If you're so bored, go lick a pole and see what happens. At least it'll keep you quiet," he mutters.
There's a moment of silence and Shige looks up to find Massu leering at him.
Not what he intended, but it certainly does keep Massu from complaining.
Koyama/Tegoshi - PG-13 (warning: femmeslash)
The best thing about Keiko, Yuuko thinks, is her fingers. She stares at them, eyes glazing over as she imagines the soft pads sliding up her thighs to run teasingly along the lace edging of her panties. Or maybe it's her eyes, the way they can go from delighted innocence to sensual in three seconds flat when Yuuko looks at her right. It could be her breasts, tiny but just enough to fit in Yuuko's small hands, with nipples so sensitive you could almost get her off just by touching them. It could be her long, long legs, that go on forever and are so soft Yuuko just wants to run her fingers up and down them for minutes, and sometimes does. Or it might be her mouth, pouty pink lips over white teeth and her bite was just as good as her bark, if you know what I mean, and Yuuko would be lying if she said she didn't like it just a little rough.
But probably it's everything, Yuuko thinks, as Keiko turns predatory eyes on her, looking like the cat about to eat the canary, like she knows just what Yuuko's been thinking, and stalks up to Yuuko only to shove her against the wall. One long leg pushed up between hers, eyes slanted shut as she leans in to kiss and nip at Yuuko's lips, small breasts pressed against Yuuko's own, and those perfect, perfect fingers already tracing up her leg. Definitely everything.