drabble dump. #3
I decided I'm gonna post everything I have on my pc, done or not.
I just really need closure, so.
Yamajima drabbles were written at the beginning of 2010, while the Ainosuke/Sensei one around May 2010.
Ainosuke/Sensei (Yamada Ryosuke/Ishihara Satomi) - PG
“Will you be all right on your own?” Sayama-sensei says as she parks her car at the side of the road, a couple of meters before Ainosuke’s house.
“Yeah,” The boy breathes out, “I’ve always been alone anyway, it’s just that Nii-chan is not around anymore now.” He continues, before turning to his teacher with a small smile, to show that he was okay.
The nurse mumbles a bit anyway, pouting a little, “Are you sure?” but relieved anyhow, because Ainosuke was coping well, it seemed.
“You’re not worried about me, right?” Ainosuke speaks up again, a smirk appearing on his features. “You’re only afraid of the loan people, I bet.” It’s so much fun to tease Sayama-sensei, he had always thought; she has the cutest reactions ever.
She puffs up her cheeks, in fact, looking as if she is ready to punch him anytime now.
“I don’t take advantage of students like that, Ainosu-“ She stops mid-sentence, suddenly, because the boy had just leaped forward and kissed one of her cheeks. She can feel her face slowly heating up because well, she couldn’t deny it; Ainosuke was one of her cutest students.
They blink at each other for a couple of seconds after the boy has pulled away, before Ainosuke hastily unbuckles the seat belt and is out of the car in matter of seconds, throwing a flustered ‘Thanks for the ride!’ over his shoulders before running towards his house.
Sayama-sensei just blinks after him, smiling softly to herself a couple of seconds later while brushing her cheek with her fingers, “So cute.”
Nakajima Yuuto/Yamada Ryosuke - G (Keyword: Hands.)
Ryosuke clearly remembers the first time he held Yuuto’s hand. He remembers it as if it had happened yesterday, as if the warmth that had spread throughout his body at that time hadn’t left him for the past three years.
He had just turned thirteen at the time, and a couple of days after his birthday he had found himself thinking that that must have been one of his lucky days, as he had gotten a good mark in a test at school that morning, his dance teacher had said he was getting better and better and, more importantly, Yuuto had asked him to walk home with him from that moment onwards.
Well, it was only logical. They were both junior high students now, they didn’t need parents to pick them up anymore (actually, it was more like they didn’t want them to pick them up; they were growing up after all!).
And well, he couldn’t quite turn down Yuuto’s offer (he wouldn’t have even thought about turning him down at the time; he had actually fantasized about it a couple of times, as silly as it might sounds).
He remembers walking with Yuuto to the train station, content with hearing him talk about this and that, just observing him. He adored (not that he doesn’t anymore, just to make it clear) Yuuto both when he was onstage and in private as well.
He remembers the crowd, and being completely lost amongst all the people walking and running around and yes, he was a bit scared but who could have blames him; and he remembers Yuuto, Yuuto’s smile, Yuuto’s ‘Don’t fall behind, it’s dangerous’ (although he was just as lost as him) and Yuuto’s hand that had quickly grasped his as they had nearly gotten pulled apart by the crowd, his hold tight.
Ryosuke had immediately looked down at their entwined hands as Yuuto was leading them in the right direction, and had blushed just a little, smiling.
He remembers tightening his grip, and wishing to never have to let go.
Nakajima Yuuto/Yamada Ryosuke - PG-15? Idek. (Keyword: First time.)
It’s not like Ryosuke never thought about it, nor did he want it to never happen. It was just that his relationship with Yuuto had been perfect up until that moment, and he was happy with what they had.
And yes, he had actually thought about it (much more than just a couple of times), and he was pretty sure that Yuuto had, too. It was not as if they were clueless about sex (who is, in Johnny’s). There had been times (that had slowly started to increase lately) when their make-out sessions would end up in something more, but they’d usually lose only their tops and end up with their pants unzipped, while trying to catch their breath.
Ryosuke knew it was going to happen sooner or later, but still he had been a little taken aback when that night Yuuto had not stopped where he usually did. He had nodded dazedly when the younger boy had begun tugging at his jeans, and he had clumsily helped him to get rid of their clothing.
As soon as he had felt every inch of his skin make contact with Yuuto’s naked form, everything had become a blur. He had drunk in every kiss, every caress and every whispered sweet word until his head was spinning and there was only Yuuto, Yuuto, Yuuto. His weight on him, comfortable. Yuuto’s lips brushing against his own, his neck, every inch of his body. Yuuto’s thighs between his legs and gasps and moans coming louder and louder, ‘til they came undone (hard and beautiful, breathtaking in each other eyes).
Yuuto’s arms around him, as he was still trembling and trying to catch his breath, brought him back to Earth and he leaned into him more. Butterfly kisses and whispered sweet nothings surrounded them, their legs entwined.
“Perfection can be outdone.”
A whisper, and as Ryosuke claimed Yuuto’s lips and pulled him on top of himself once again, he couldn’t help but find himself willing to agree.
I just really need closure, so.
Yamajima drabbles were written at the beginning of 2010, while the Ainosuke/Sensei one around May 2010.
Ainosuke/Sensei (Yamada Ryosuke/Ishihara Satomi) - PG
“Will you be all right on your own?” Sayama-sensei says as she parks her car at the side of the road, a couple of meters before Ainosuke’s house.
“Yeah,” The boy breathes out, “I’ve always been alone anyway, it’s just that Nii-chan is not around anymore now.” He continues, before turning to his teacher with a small smile, to show that he was okay.
The nurse mumbles a bit anyway, pouting a little, “Are you sure?” but relieved anyhow, because Ainosuke was coping well, it seemed.
“You’re not worried about me, right?” Ainosuke speaks up again, a smirk appearing on his features. “You’re only afraid of the loan people, I bet.” It’s so much fun to tease Sayama-sensei, he had always thought; she has the cutest reactions ever.
She puffs up her cheeks, in fact, looking as if she is ready to punch him anytime now.
“I don’t take advantage of students like that, Ainosu-“ She stops mid-sentence, suddenly, because the boy had just leaped forward and kissed one of her cheeks. She can feel her face slowly heating up because well, she couldn’t deny it; Ainosuke was one of her cutest students.
They blink at each other for a couple of seconds after the boy has pulled away, before Ainosuke hastily unbuckles the seat belt and is out of the car in matter of seconds, throwing a flustered ‘Thanks for the ride!’ over his shoulders before running towards his house.
Sayama-sensei just blinks after him, smiling softly to herself a couple of seconds later while brushing her cheek with her fingers, “So cute.”
Nakajima Yuuto/Yamada Ryosuke - G (Keyword: Hands.)
Ryosuke clearly remembers the first time he held Yuuto’s hand. He remembers it as if it had happened yesterday, as if the warmth that had spread throughout his body at that time hadn’t left him for the past three years.
He had just turned thirteen at the time, and a couple of days after his birthday he had found himself thinking that that must have been one of his lucky days, as he had gotten a good mark in a test at school that morning, his dance teacher had said he was getting better and better and, more importantly, Yuuto had asked him to walk home with him from that moment onwards.
Well, it was only logical. They were both junior high students now, they didn’t need parents to pick them up anymore (actually, it was more like they didn’t want them to pick them up; they were growing up after all!).
And well, he couldn’t quite turn down Yuuto’s offer (he wouldn’t have even thought about turning him down at the time; he had actually fantasized about it a couple of times, as silly as it might sounds).
He remembers walking with Yuuto to the train station, content with hearing him talk about this and that, just observing him. He adored (not that he doesn’t anymore, just to make it clear) Yuuto both when he was onstage and in private as well.
He remembers the crowd, and being completely lost amongst all the people walking and running around and yes, he was a bit scared but who could have blames him; and he remembers Yuuto, Yuuto’s smile, Yuuto’s ‘Don’t fall behind, it’s dangerous’ (although he was just as lost as him) and Yuuto’s hand that had quickly grasped his as they had nearly gotten pulled apart by the crowd, his hold tight.
Ryosuke had immediately looked down at their entwined hands as Yuuto was leading them in the right direction, and had blushed just a little, smiling.
He remembers tightening his grip, and wishing to never have to let go.
Nakajima Yuuto/Yamada Ryosuke - PG-15? Idek. (Keyword: First time.)
It’s not like Ryosuke never thought about it, nor did he want it to never happen. It was just that his relationship with Yuuto had been perfect up until that moment, and he was happy with what they had.
And yes, he had actually thought about it (much more than just a couple of times), and he was pretty sure that Yuuto had, too. It was not as if they were clueless about sex (who is, in Johnny’s). There had been times (that had slowly started to increase lately) when their make-out sessions would end up in something more, but they’d usually lose only their tops and end up with their pants unzipped, while trying to catch their breath.
Ryosuke knew it was going to happen sooner or later, but still he had been a little taken aback when that night Yuuto had not stopped where he usually did. He had nodded dazedly when the younger boy had begun tugging at his jeans, and he had clumsily helped him to get rid of their clothing.
As soon as he had felt every inch of his skin make contact with Yuuto’s naked form, everything had become a blur. He had drunk in every kiss, every caress and every whispered sweet word until his head was spinning and there was only Yuuto, Yuuto, Yuuto. His weight on him, comfortable. Yuuto’s lips brushing against his own, his neck, every inch of his body. Yuuto’s thighs between his legs and gasps and moans coming louder and louder, ‘til they came undone (hard and beautiful, breathtaking in each other eyes).
Yuuto’s arms around him, as he was still trembling and trying to catch his breath, brought him back to Earth and he leaned into him more. Butterfly kisses and whispered sweet nothings surrounded them, their legs entwined.
“Perfection can be outdone.”
A whisper, and as Ryosuke claimed Yuuto’s lips and pulled him on top of himself once again, he couldn’t help but find himself willing to agree.