Happy Birthday!!!
Happy Birthday, Chiiakii-chan~!
Happy Birthday, [chiiakii07 ]Chiiakii-chan~!
So for your birthday.. I wrote a few drabbles... With the help of Jen.^^ Arigatou, Jen. I wouldn't have done it without you. x3
Well, I tried very hard not to write any smut for dear, Chiiakii-chan, demo.. I KIND OF FAILED.
But Jen helped me and I think I got the concept of FLUFF down. :]]
I don't know if you like Yamajima or not.. But it seems like you like Yamada so I wrote Yamajima drabbles for you.^^
Drabble One: Birthday Present~!
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"Yama-chan~!" Hearing his name, Ryosuke turned around.
He was faced with a enormous cake smothered in strawberries.
"Uwah~! Is this for me?" He looked closer, stealing a strawberry.
"Tanjoubi Omedetou.." Yuto whispered, blowing in his face.
Cheeks turning the shade of crimson, Ryosuke stuttered a thank you.
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"Ah~! That was delicious." Yamada commented.
He laid on his bed, eyes closed. For a second, he thought he felt some shift near him.
Not long after, a shadow covered his face, and a not-so-heavy weight pressed against him.
He opened his eyes to see Yuto leaning in closer to his face.
His eyes were closed and Ryosuke's heart went DOKIDOKIDOKI as he felt lips on his.
Yuto's lips were soft and warm and he enjoyed it.
Fluttering his eyes closed, Yamada wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him down closer.
For a second Nakajima opened his eyes.
Seeing that Yamada was kissing him back, he smiled to himself and deepened the kiss.
"Yuto..." He sighed, fingers flying threw Nakajima's hair.
He stopped and stared deep into Yamada's eyes. "Happy Birthday.."
"Arigatou.."
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Drabble Two:
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"ACHOO~!" Ryosuke rubbed his nose, sniffling.
"Ah, samui desu ne?" Someone glomped him from behind and, startled, he jumped and turned around.
"Gomen, Yuto!" When turning around, Yamada let his lips brush against Yuto's softly.
Smiling and giddy, Nakajima shook his head. "It's okay." He leaned in again for another kiss.
Blushing like crazy, Ryosuke touched his lips in amazement.
"Are you cold?" Yuto asked, rubbing his hands together.
He swung his legs in the air and hopped down on the bench.
"Yes! I'm freezing here.." He shivered, teeth chattering.
"Let me warm you then!" Nakajima skidded over, snuggling close to him.
"Chotto! Yuto, what are you doing?!" He pushed his friend away, feeling violated.
"I just wanted to warm you..." He looked down, lips quivering.
"Yeah, I know that.. BUT YOU DID IT IN A WRONG WAY!!"
"How so?" He smirked evilly.
"W-Well...you were just too close..."
"Like this?" Their faces were centimeters away. "Is this close?"
"I-I..." His body froze, not wanting to move.
"Ah, Yama-chan. You're lips are looking blue... Are they cold?" He scooted closer, pressing their bodies close.
Nodding, Ryosuke leaned in, practically sitting on his lap.
"Hmm.. I thought so.." Nakajima commented as their lips touched.
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"Ne, why am i always the one being teased by Yuto?" Yamada complained, eating a strawberry.
Chinen eyed him. "I have an idea."
"Oh, I know that look, Chii. What idea?"
He leaned in, whispering in his ear. "NO, NEVER!!"
"Just do it.." Chinen smiled deviously, nudging him.
"Fine." He pouted, stomping off.
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"Yuto?"
"Na-" Ryosuke had his lips on Nakajima's, locked on tight.
"Yama-chan..?" Yuto looked at him with confusion clouding his eyes.
His friend was sitting on the counter, feet dangling.
Yamada had pulled him in between his legs, and had his lips on him again.
"Yama-chan..?"
"Shh, don't talk.. Just kiss." Closing his eyes, he gave up, kissing and smooching up to him.
Pulling away, they panted, trying to get their breaths back.
"That was.. surprising." Nakajima blinked, smiling to himself.
"Really? How about this?" His fingers were laced with the cold necklace around Yuto's neck.
He drew little shapes on his skin that was showing and wrote love across his collarbone.
"Yama-chan.. that's going a little too far."
"No, this is." He grabbed the bony shoulders, pushed them closer, and smooched the pink lips.
They're lips were locked, moving and moving for minutes on.
"What was that all about?" Yuto gasped. He touched his lips, eyes bulging.
"I don't know.." He whispered, hands still on his shoulders.
He bit his lips, smiling. "Did you like it?"
"More than you expected," He sighed as he leaned in for another long kiss.