various drabbles -- JE, PG - NC-17
Author: anamuan
A/N: more results of the drabble meme.
I am bad with ratings.
typos? con-crit? let me know~
aozora no hate made | love me like fireworks | Ryo/Jin/Koyama
Prompt: aozora no hate made te o hanasanai de; nihongofrancais
Pairing: Ryoda
World Count: 307
Rating: PG
They weren't the perfect couple, he knew. It wasn't so much that they fought than that they had their ups and downs. Ueda was better at handling all the stress and dealing with the bruised egos that came as part of the job, but he had his moments too. Maybe they were the perfect drama couple--full of miscommunications and personality clashes. Fun to watch, but not so fun to be all the time.
Time. Time really was the hardest part--Ryo didn't know how sempai managed to get married in this business; he had a hard enough time seeing anyone outside his groups, but then his case might be special. Sometimes he felt juggling three busy schedules was more than he could do. Last minute cancellations seemed to be their trademark, and he hated the feeling that Ueda was learning 'tomorrow' really meant 'next time' really meant 'sometime, eventually' as much as he hated the feeling that he was learning that maybe not promising was better than plans he probably couldn't keep.
As Ueda snuggled closer under the comforter and threaded an arm around Ryo's waist, though, Ryo decided that maybe he didn't mind so much, because some things were worth all the trouble. Ryo reached up to twine his fingers with Ueda's and Ueda sighed sleepily against his skin.
"Don't let go of my hand till the edge of the blue sky," Ueda mumbled against the back of Ryo's neck.
"What?" Ryo tried to sound irritated because Ueda would think it was cute.
Ueda pressed a kiss to the top of Ryo's shoulder blade, and then moved up so he wouldn't be speaking into Ryo again. "Don't let go of my hand till the edge of the blue sky," he repeated. He tightened his hand in Ryo's. "They're song lyrics. Only I actually mean them."
Prompt: love me like fireworks; partypaprika
Pairing: TegoPi
World Count: 213
Rating: hard R? soft NC-17?
He slid in again, harder, faster; and Tegoshi's hands clenched, fisted in the sheets, found it wasn't enough, never enough, and scrabbled desperately across Yamapi's back and shoulders, looking for purchase, searching for something solid, something to hold onto in the whirlwind of sensation. One hand caught around Yamapi's bicep--feeling the muscle tense and flex gave Tegoshi something to focus on besides more, yes, goodgoodmore--and the other in the short hair at the back of Yamapi's neck as he leaned down to catch Tegoshi's mouth in an open kiss.
Yamapi sped up his movements and reached around to stroke Tegoshi's erection in time with his thrusts. Tegoshi felt Yamapi come inside him and everything together worked to send him over too; fireworks exploded in Tegoshi's head as he came between them.
Yamapi's arms gave out, and he seemed to sink down on Tegoshi's spent form in slow motion, humming to himself contentedly. When Tegoshi could see again, breathe again, he responded by twining their legs together and stretching, almost cat-like, and pressed a feather-light kiss to the side of Yamapi's face.
His satisfied expression was cat-like too, knowing and self-satisfied and mysterious, and Yamapi wondered what Tegoshi was thinking about.
"Fireworks," he replied enigmatically, smiling wider. You love me like fireworks.
Prompt:"you both were there. i was there. and yet, neither of you could say a damn word." nihongofrancais
Pairing: Ryo/Jin/Koyama
World Count: 529
Rating: PG-13
"You both were there. I was there. And yet, neither of you could say a damn word." Jin glared furiously at the two boys before him.
"Now, now, now," Koyama said, hands held out placatingly in front of him. "Is it really that big of a deal?"
"Yes." Jin snarled in response.
"I didn't exactly hear you saying anything at the time either, Sweet-cheeks" Ryo drawled, slowly, aggravatingly, from his seat on the couch. Koyama winced; that was not the right thing to say. He suspected that Ryo knew it too, and that that was precisely why Ryo had said it in the first place.
Ryo smirked, baiting Jin, and Koyama wondered if he could slide away from Ryo without getting in trouble with Jin for 'trying to run away.' A glance to Jin's face told Koyama that he was better off holding as still as possible and praying that Jin would forget he was there.
"They were important to me." Jin's hands were clenched into white fists at his sides and shook slightly with the effort of not hurting anyone. Koyama very carefully tried to breathe without moving.
Ryo leaned back into the couch cushions and draped an arm over the back of the couch nonchalantly, playing at looking relaxed out of spite. "If it was so important, then you should have done something, Bakanishi." Jin's playful nickname rolled off Ryo's lips, not so playful, and Koyama decided that it was time to step in, despite the dangers such action would pose to his immediate health. Name-calling wasn't nice.
"Jin, we're very sorry. We'll make it up to you." Koyama said.
Ryo snorted. "If the idiot couldn't--" he started, but Koyama cut him off.
"You just want to pick a fight because you like the make-up sex." Ryo couldn't really argue with that convincingly, because it was true.
Jin didn't look like he believed them, but he looked like he could be convinced. Probably. His knuckles weren't white anymore, and the fire snapping in his eyes had dimmed from a 'murderous' to an 'angry.'
"We really will make it up to you. Tonight." Koyama shot a look of his own at Ryo when he made a move to protest. "We'll make cookies together to make up for the ones that got eaten today. We'll even wear aprons." Koyama subtly, but no less sharply kicked Ryo's shin in the process of crossing one leg over the other as a warning against trying to start anything again. Ryo just as subtly pinched him with the hand draped behind Koyama on the couch, but he didn't say anything.
Jin was crumbling, Koyama could feel it.
"Aprons?" Jin asked, no longer angry, just a little confused.
Koyama nodded firmly. "Aprons. Nothing but aprons." Jin perked up immediately at the prospect of getting both cookies and sex, and Ryo seemed less upset about the idea of wearing a fluffy, girly, stupid apron, if it meant he'd be getting some. Koyama congratulated himself for another crisis averted. Make-up sex never involved him anyway (because he tried not to pick pointless fights), and it made him feel lonely. This was a much better idea.
A/N: more results of the drabble meme.
I am bad with ratings.
typos? con-crit? let me know~
aozora no hate made | love me like fireworks | Ryo/Jin/Koyama
Prompt: aozora no hate made te o hanasanai de; nihongofrancais
Pairing: Ryoda
World Count: 307
Rating: PG
They weren't the perfect couple, he knew. It wasn't so much that they fought than that they had their ups and downs. Ueda was better at handling all the stress and dealing with the bruised egos that came as part of the job, but he had his moments too. Maybe they were the perfect drama couple--full of miscommunications and personality clashes. Fun to watch, but not so fun to be all the time.
Time. Time really was the hardest part--Ryo didn't know how sempai managed to get married in this business; he had a hard enough time seeing anyone outside his groups, but then his case might be special. Sometimes he felt juggling three busy schedules was more than he could do. Last minute cancellations seemed to be their trademark, and he hated the feeling that Ueda was learning 'tomorrow' really meant 'next time' really meant 'sometime, eventually' as much as he hated the feeling that he was learning that maybe not promising was better than plans he probably couldn't keep.
As Ueda snuggled closer under the comforter and threaded an arm around Ryo's waist, though, Ryo decided that maybe he didn't mind so much, because some things were worth all the trouble. Ryo reached up to twine his fingers with Ueda's and Ueda sighed sleepily against his skin.
"Don't let go of my hand till the edge of the blue sky," Ueda mumbled against the back of Ryo's neck.
"What?" Ryo tried to sound irritated because Ueda would think it was cute.
Ueda pressed a kiss to the top of Ryo's shoulder blade, and then moved up so he wouldn't be speaking into Ryo again. "Don't let go of my hand till the edge of the blue sky," he repeated. He tightened his hand in Ryo's. "They're song lyrics. Only I actually mean them."
Prompt: love me like fireworks; partypaprika
Pairing: TegoPi
World Count: 213
Rating: hard R? soft NC-17?
He slid in again, harder, faster; and Tegoshi's hands clenched, fisted in the sheets, found it wasn't enough, never enough, and scrabbled desperately across Yamapi's back and shoulders, looking for purchase, searching for something solid, something to hold onto in the whirlwind of sensation. One hand caught around Yamapi's bicep--feeling the muscle tense and flex gave Tegoshi something to focus on besides more, yes, goodgoodmore--and the other in the short hair at the back of Yamapi's neck as he leaned down to catch Tegoshi's mouth in an open kiss.
Yamapi sped up his movements and reached around to stroke Tegoshi's erection in time with his thrusts. Tegoshi felt Yamapi come inside him and everything together worked to send him over too; fireworks exploded in Tegoshi's head as he came between them.
Yamapi's arms gave out, and he seemed to sink down on Tegoshi's spent form in slow motion, humming to himself contentedly. When Tegoshi could see again, breathe again, he responded by twining their legs together and stretching, almost cat-like, and pressed a feather-light kiss to the side of Yamapi's face.
His satisfied expression was cat-like too, knowing and self-satisfied and mysterious, and Yamapi wondered what Tegoshi was thinking about.
"Fireworks," he replied enigmatically, smiling wider. You love me like fireworks.
Prompt:"you both were there. i was there. and yet, neither of you could say a damn word." nihongofrancais
Pairing: Ryo/Jin/Koyama
World Count: 529
Rating: PG-13
"You both were there. I was there. And yet, neither of you could say a damn word." Jin glared furiously at the two boys before him.
"Now, now, now," Koyama said, hands held out placatingly in front of him. "Is it really that big of a deal?"
"Yes." Jin snarled in response.
"I didn't exactly hear you saying anything at the time either, Sweet-cheeks" Ryo drawled, slowly, aggravatingly, from his seat on the couch. Koyama winced; that was not the right thing to say. He suspected that Ryo knew it too, and that that was precisely why Ryo had said it in the first place.
Ryo smirked, baiting Jin, and Koyama wondered if he could slide away from Ryo without getting in trouble with Jin for 'trying to run away.' A glance to Jin's face told Koyama that he was better off holding as still as possible and praying that Jin would forget he was there.
"They were important to me." Jin's hands were clenched into white fists at his sides and shook slightly with the effort of not hurting anyone. Koyama very carefully tried to breathe without moving.
Ryo leaned back into the couch cushions and draped an arm over the back of the couch nonchalantly, playing at looking relaxed out of spite. "If it was so important, then you should have done something, Bakanishi." Jin's playful nickname rolled off Ryo's lips, not so playful, and Koyama decided that it was time to step in, despite the dangers such action would pose to his immediate health. Name-calling wasn't nice.
"Jin, we're very sorry. We'll make it up to you." Koyama said.
Ryo snorted. "If the idiot couldn't--" he started, but Koyama cut him off.
"You just want to pick a fight because you like the make-up sex." Ryo couldn't really argue with that convincingly, because it was true.
Jin didn't look like he believed them, but he looked like he could be convinced. Probably. His knuckles weren't white anymore, and the fire snapping in his eyes had dimmed from a 'murderous' to an 'angry.'
"We really will make it up to you. Tonight." Koyama shot a look of his own at Ryo when he made a move to protest. "We'll make cookies together to make up for the ones that got eaten today. We'll even wear aprons." Koyama subtly, but no less sharply kicked Ryo's shin in the process of crossing one leg over the other as a warning against trying to start anything again. Ryo just as subtly pinched him with the hand draped behind Koyama on the couch, but he didn't say anything.
Jin was crumbling, Koyama could feel it.
"Aprons?" Jin asked, no longer angry, just a little confused.
Koyama nodded firmly. "Aprons. Nothing but aprons." Jin perked up immediately at the prospect of getting both cookies and sex, and Ryo seemed less upset about the idea of wearing a fluffy, girly, stupid apron, if it meant he'd be getting some. Koyama congratulated himself for another crisis averted. Make-up sex never involved him anyway (because he tried not to pick pointless fights), and it made him feel lonely. This was a much better idea.