[ DRABBLES ] series oo1 : dead run
1o+ drabbles on prompts given by cubixism, whom i love forever and ever (she asked for ryotego, and she got ryotego. mostly). updating as i write them. they're nothing special compared to how amazing she is but w/e :)
WRITTEN: 5/16 ♥ (CURRENTLY ON HOLD)
DL : dead run (full album) - s.e.n.s.
by the way my words were faded
ryo/tegoshi, pg, 482 words
turquoise
They are in Hawaii for four days. The six of them get drunk together on the first night, Koyama’s giggles high as Shige cries and screams “I love NEWS!” at the top of his lungs and drapes himself across his best friend’s lap. Massu grins and eats in between each glass of beer he orders; Yamapi and Ryo just laugh and say they love Shige too (and Ryo’s just saying it because really, he’s so shitfaced that he forgets it’s Shige we’re talking about, but in the end he means every word). Tegoshi on the other hand, doesn’t really feel like going to Hawaii and coming back remembering nothing except vague wisps of laughter, so he drinks carefully - he knows his limits. He watches as Ryo plants a wet kiss to Shige’s rosy cheek while Koyama giggles about member-ai and how Ryo really loves this band, in the end.
Tegoshi thinks Ryo has been lonely for years.
It gets late and dark and the youngest member stands, placing a hand on Massu’s - the one closest to being sober - shoulder gently. “I’m going back to the hotel,” he says before rubbing his left eye and yawning, scrunching his nose up. Massu smiles, nods, and waves weakly. The walk back to the hotel is short yet long enough for gooseflesh to appear on the bare skin of Tegoshi’s arms, the temperature having considerably dropped since the sun has set. He bows his head to the receptionist at the lobby politely and goes up to his and Massu’s room - he’s already asleep ten minutes later.
When he wakes up the next day, it’s still morning and Massu is still sleeping, nothing but small tufts of black hair sticking out from under the covers of the other bed. He finds himself walking to the beach, toeing off his sneakers and socks before plopping down on the sand, hands and feet buried in the grains warmed by the sun. The water ahead of him sparkles, the waves calm and soothing as he watches the expanse of endless turquoise that seems to stretch out forever.
“Leaving your band without a word to anyone but Massu, what’s that about?”
Tegoshi whips around with a start to look at Ryo, whose bed hair gets mussed even more by the warm wind, unable to answer as he sits down beside him, their fingers bare centimetres apart.
“Are we that boring to drink with?”
“I just wasn’t up for getting smashed like you guys. Wasn’t in the mood to drink. Is that wrong?” Ryo’s only answer is a snort, and they don’t say anything else. The silence is comfortable and awkward at the same time, and Tegoshi kind of wishes his and Ryo’s time alone would be filled with something more than what it is. He looks on at the turquoise sea and tells himself that it can’t be helped, after all.
everyone's in my head but i want you in my bed
ryo/tegoshi, pg-13, 2o4 words
bed sheet
Day turns to night and night turns to day. Tegoshi lies on his stomach, right arm folded between his head and the white pillow, sheets twisted around him. They barely cover his lower body, hiding the smooth curve of his ass while one of his legs peeks out from under the white cotton. To Ryo, it makes for the prettiest after-sex picture he has ever seen and he wishes he could paint that moment into forever, down to every detail - the way his hair sticks out in the oddest angles, the way half-moons are imprinted in his skin by Ryo’s blunt nails or the way his skin seems to glow, healthy and young.
“Everything seems colder against my skin since I’ve shaved my legs for the concert,” Tegoshi grins with a twinkle of secrecy in his eye.
“Well of course stupid, don’t you think your head would feel colder if I shaved all of your hair off?” Ryo retorts. Tegoshi pouts. He kisses him. “How about round - oh, fuck it, which round will that be?”
Tegoshi rolls onto his back and pulls the older man over him, kicking the sheets to the foot of the bed. “Round Ryo Is Insatiable But Tegoshi Doesn’t Mind.”
how dirty boys get clean
eito gen, pg-13, 214 words
rainbow
“EITO RAINBOW FLASH!” Maru yells out of the blue. He is ignored by everyone. Except for Uchi, who raises his head from Ryo’s lap to look at the rest of the room thoughtfully. Subaru tries to shove his hand down Yasu’s pants.
“You guys, I’ve just realized something,” he says dramatically. Hina cracks an eye open to look at him. “The thing that makes me really sad about not being in Eito anymore is that I don’t get to have the infinity sign drawn on my ass.”
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING, YOU ASSHOLE?” Yoko squeaks so loud it wakes Ohkura up; he tends to be slightly overemotional when it comes to Uchi. “ALL THAT MATTERS TO YOU IS THE STUPID INFINITY SIGN?!”
“That’s not what I-“
Yoko stands up and kicks him in the shin.
“Dude, grow some balls and stop screaming already,” Ohkura yawns and curls up on his side, trying to get comfortable on the floor of Hina’s living room.
“It’s the second time this month,” Yasu points out. “You’ve gotta control your anger, Yoko.”
Uchi is curious. “What? When? What happened?”
“The Toda Affair.”
“That was a scary thing,” Maru mumbles.
Hina rolls his eyes. A doe-eyed Ryo is too busy playing with Uchi’s hair to care about the world.
the place you call home
ryo/tegoshi, r, 314 words
garden
Ryo’s room is like a secret garden toTegoshi, the one place he can let go of himself completely. They leave the drapes and the door shut because Ryo likes the dark, stay in bed as long as they want as if they were two entirely normal people. For this simple moment where they’ve decided to be themselves, Tegoshi is able to make himself believe that they are just couple Ryo and Yuya - young and in love - instead of superstars Nishikido and Tegoshi; together they create a world where it’s only them and now.
When Ryo closes his eyes, he sees them curled up together, all bare skin and soft moans muffled by heated kisses as he moves inside Tegoshi; he likes the way the younger boy clings to him, skin damp with sweat and smelling of sex, part of his hair tucked behind his ear. Sometimes Tegoshi rakes his nails down Ryo’s back and makes him shiver, sometimes he arches his back as if telling him hold me closer I am all yours and sometimes he is so beautiful Ryo could cry, cry because he needs him more than he lets him know.
Koyama calls and calls and calls because he’s worried, but neither of them answer. Yamapi and Massu know what they’re up to - let them tell him, they both think. The calls become less frequent as the day progresses and they take a break from sex to talk.
“This,” Tegoshi says, resting his head against Ryo’s bare chest, “I think this is really my happy place. You and me here, together. No one else. It’s like time stops in here.”
Ryo smiles.
“What’s your happy place, Ryo?”
“In the middle of nowhere. There is nothing but cherry trees around, and I’m lying on the ground in the middle of a bunch of flower petals peacefully.”
“That’s girly.”
“It reminds me of you.”
i won't hesitate no more
ryo/tegoshi, pg-13, 456 words
train
The train is crowded on Tegoshi’s way home from his soccer game, warm summer air clinging to his skin and clothes, pooling at the small of his back. Pushing some blond hair out of his face, he plops down on the nearest empty seat he can find and leaves his bag at his feet, eyes downcast as he fishes his cell phone out of his pocket. A man sits down next to him - he doesn’t look up, but the whiff of air that reaches his nose smells distinctly of expensive aftershave and something else he can’t quite put his finger on; all he knows is that it makes his throat dry.
He’s checking his mail when he hears, “Hey, are you the number 10 kid?” And he looks up, because that is his identifying number. The man beside him is looking at him, expecting an answer. His eyes are dark and deep and lonely.
“That’s me.”
“I was at the game. You’re talented.”
Tegoshi nods his head as thanks, but he doesn’t say anything else because he’s used to being told he’s talented. He pretends to have a large ego but really, he doesn’t, in his opinion he’s only good because it’s what he loves doing the most. Love isn’t about talent, he knows that far. Love is about feeling your heart soar and guiding your feet, about feeling the lump in your throat that screams, I’m happy! He knows that that’s what he feels when he’s running through the field, kicking the balls into the opponent’s net, seeing the look of defeat on the goalkeeper‘s face. To make people’s misery your happiness. Selfish, but he still can’t get enough of the feeling.
He figures that this is the end of it, really, because he’s never built friendship with someone who sat beside him on the train (and neither has he ever heard of someone who has) and he won’t start now. But the man is still sitting beside him, he still smells like expensive aftershave and his presence is still making Tegoshi’s throat dry. His name is Nishikido. Nishikido Ryo.
This is not your standard boy meets girl. This is not your time-changing, heartbreaking, earth-shattering love story, but a simple series of coincidences overlapping one another. He would have never expected to smell Nishikido’s aftershave from as close as pressing kisses to his firm jaw, he would have never expected to fall in love. He’s doesn’t remember having experienced love for anything else than soccer in his life, and he would have never expected love to be so painful.
Looking back towards that day on the crowded train after having won a soccer game, he tells himself that he should have expected all of it.
WRITTEN: 5/16 ♥ (CURRENTLY ON HOLD)
DL : dead run (full album) - s.e.n.s.
by the way my words were faded
ryo/tegoshi, pg, 482 words
turquoise
They are in Hawaii for four days. The six of them get drunk together on the first night, Koyama’s giggles high as Shige cries and screams “I love NEWS!” at the top of his lungs and drapes himself across his best friend’s lap. Massu grins and eats in between each glass of beer he orders; Yamapi and Ryo just laugh and say they love Shige too (and Ryo’s just saying it because really, he’s so shitfaced that he forgets it’s Shige we’re talking about, but in the end he means every word). Tegoshi on the other hand, doesn’t really feel like going to Hawaii and coming back remembering nothing except vague wisps of laughter, so he drinks carefully - he knows his limits. He watches as Ryo plants a wet kiss to Shige’s rosy cheek while Koyama giggles about member-ai and how Ryo really loves this band, in the end.
Tegoshi thinks Ryo has been lonely for years.
It gets late and dark and the youngest member stands, placing a hand on Massu’s - the one closest to being sober - shoulder gently. “I’m going back to the hotel,” he says before rubbing his left eye and yawning, scrunching his nose up. Massu smiles, nods, and waves weakly. The walk back to the hotel is short yet long enough for gooseflesh to appear on the bare skin of Tegoshi’s arms, the temperature having considerably dropped since the sun has set. He bows his head to the receptionist at the lobby politely and goes up to his and Massu’s room - he’s already asleep ten minutes later.
When he wakes up the next day, it’s still morning and Massu is still sleeping, nothing but small tufts of black hair sticking out from under the covers of the other bed. He finds himself walking to the beach, toeing off his sneakers and socks before plopping down on the sand, hands and feet buried in the grains warmed by the sun. The water ahead of him sparkles, the waves calm and soothing as he watches the expanse of endless turquoise that seems to stretch out forever.
“Leaving your band without a word to anyone but Massu, what’s that about?”
Tegoshi whips around with a start to look at Ryo, whose bed hair gets mussed even more by the warm wind, unable to answer as he sits down beside him, their fingers bare centimetres apart.
“Are we that boring to drink with?”
“I just wasn’t up for getting smashed like you guys. Wasn’t in the mood to drink. Is that wrong?” Ryo’s only answer is a snort, and they don’t say anything else. The silence is comfortable and awkward at the same time, and Tegoshi kind of wishes his and Ryo’s time alone would be filled with something more than what it is. He looks on at the turquoise sea and tells himself that it can’t be helped, after all.
everyone's in my head but i want you in my bed
ryo/tegoshi, pg-13, 2o4 words
bed sheet
Day turns to night and night turns to day. Tegoshi lies on his stomach, right arm folded between his head and the white pillow, sheets twisted around him. They barely cover his lower body, hiding the smooth curve of his ass while one of his legs peeks out from under the white cotton. To Ryo, it makes for the prettiest after-sex picture he has ever seen and he wishes he could paint that moment into forever, down to every detail - the way his hair sticks out in the oddest angles, the way half-moons are imprinted in his skin by Ryo’s blunt nails or the way his skin seems to glow, healthy and young.
“Everything seems colder against my skin since I’ve shaved my legs for the concert,” Tegoshi grins with a twinkle of secrecy in his eye.
“Well of course stupid, don’t you think your head would feel colder if I shaved all of your hair off?” Ryo retorts. Tegoshi pouts. He kisses him. “How about round - oh, fuck it, which round will that be?”
Tegoshi rolls onto his back and pulls the older man over him, kicking the sheets to the foot of the bed. “Round Ryo Is Insatiable But Tegoshi Doesn’t Mind.”
how dirty boys get clean
eito gen, pg-13, 214 words
rainbow
“EITO RAINBOW FLASH!” Maru yells out of the blue. He is ignored by everyone. Except for Uchi, who raises his head from Ryo’s lap to look at the rest of the room thoughtfully. Subaru tries to shove his hand down Yasu’s pants.
“You guys, I’ve just realized something,” he says dramatically. Hina cracks an eye open to look at him. “The thing that makes me really sad about not being in Eito anymore is that I don’t get to have the infinity sign drawn on my ass.”
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING, YOU ASSHOLE?” Yoko squeaks so loud it wakes Ohkura up; he tends to be slightly overemotional when it comes to Uchi. “ALL THAT MATTERS TO YOU IS THE STUPID INFINITY SIGN?!”
“That’s not what I-“
Yoko stands up and kicks him in the shin.
“Dude, grow some balls and stop screaming already,” Ohkura yawns and curls up on his side, trying to get comfortable on the floor of Hina’s living room.
“It’s the second time this month,” Yasu points out. “You’ve gotta control your anger, Yoko.”
Uchi is curious. “What? When? What happened?”
“The Toda Affair.”
“That was a scary thing,” Maru mumbles.
Hina rolls his eyes. A doe-eyed Ryo is too busy playing with Uchi’s hair to care about the world.
the place you call home
ryo/tegoshi, r, 314 words
garden
Ryo’s room is like a secret garden toTegoshi, the one place he can let go of himself completely. They leave the drapes and the door shut because Ryo likes the dark, stay in bed as long as they want as if they were two entirely normal people. For this simple moment where they’ve decided to be themselves, Tegoshi is able to make himself believe that they are just couple Ryo and Yuya - young and in love - instead of superstars Nishikido and Tegoshi; together they create a world where it’s only them and now.
When Ryo closes his eyes, he sees them curled up together, all bare skin and soft moans muffled by heated kisses as he moves inside Tegoshi; he likes the way the younger boy clings to him, skin damp with sweat and smelling of sex, part of his hair tucked behind his ear. Sometimes Tegoshi rakes his nails down Ryo’s back and makes him shiver, sometimes he arches his back as if telling him hold me closer I am all yours and sometimes he is so beautiful Ryo could cry, cry because he needs him more than he lets him know.
Koyama calls and calls and calls because he’s worried, but neither of them answer. Yamapi and Massu know what they’re up to - let them tell him, they both think. The calls become less frequent as the day progresses and they take a break from sex to talk.
“This,” Tegoshi says, resting his head against Ryo’s bare chest, “I think this is really my happy place. You and me here, together. No one else. It’s like time stops in here.”
Ryo smiles.
“What’s your happy place, Ryo?”
“In the middle of nowhere. There is nothing but cherry trees around, and I’m lying on the ground in the middle of a bunch of flower petals peacefully.”
“That’s girly.”
“It reminds me of you.”
i won't hesitate no more
ryo/tegoshi, pg-13, 456 words
train
The train is crowded on Tegoshi’s way home from his soccer game, warm summer air clinging to his skin and clothes, pooling at the small of his back. Pushing some blond hair out of his face, he plops down on the nearest empty seat he can find and leaves his bag at his feet, eyes downcast as he fishes his cell phone out of his pocket. A man sits down next to him - he doesn’t look up, but the whiff of air that reaches his nose smells distinctly of expensive aftershave and something else he can’t quite put his finger on; all he knows is that it makes his throat dry.
He’s checking his mail when he hears, “Hey, are you the number 10 kid?” And he looks up, because that is his identifying number. The man beside him is looking at him, expecting an answer. His eyes are dark and deep and lonely.
“That’s me.”
“I was at the game. You’re talented.”
Tegoshi nods his head as thanks, but he doesn’t say anything else because he’s used to being told he’s talented. He pretends to have a large ego but really, he doesn’t, in his opinion he’s only good because it’s what he loves doing the most. Love isn’t about talent, he knows that far. Love is about feeling your heart soar and guiding your feet, about feeling the lump in your throat that screams, I’m happy! He knows that that’s what he feels when he’s running through the field, kicking the balls into the opponent’s net, seeing the look of defeat on the goalkeeper‘s face. To make people’s misery your happiness. Selfish, but he still can’t get enough of the feeling.
He figures that this is the end of it, really, because he’s never built friendship with someone who sat beside him on the train (and neither has he ever heard of someone who has) and he won’t start now. But the man is still sitting beside him, he still smells like expensive aftershave and his presence is still making Tegoshi’s throat dry. His name is Nishikido. Nishikido Ryo.
This is not your standard boy meets girl. This is not your time-changing, heartbreaking, earth-shattering love story, but a simple series of coincidences overlapping one another. He would have never expected to smell Nishikido’s aftershave from as close as pressing kisses to his firm jaw, he would have never expected to fall in love. He’s doesn’t remember having experienced love for anything else than soccer in his life, and he would have never expected love to be so painful.
Looking back towards that day on the crowded train after having won a soccer game, he tells himself that he should have expected all of it.