Involved [Oneshot, ShoYou]
Title: Involved
Pairing: Jinnai Sho/Omi Youichirou
Rating/Warnings: G/RPS.
Genre: A long-awaited (possibly by no one but me) return to cheesy fluff of the bordering-on-gen variety -u-
Word Count: 2371
Summary: Youichirou comes over for dinner, and doesn't end up leaving.
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Involved
As far as he can tell, there’s no pattern to when Youichirou will follow him home or call him out of the blue, wanting a hot meal and a bed for the night, but it never bothers him much, no matter how hard a time he gives him about it. He’s here again tonight, lying on the floor talking to the television while Sho finishes the meal. Tonight’s plain chicken curry, no secret ingredients or extra spices, just as ordinary as can be, but it smells good as the rice finishes cooking and there’s a smile on Sho’s face as he goes to dish it up.
Youichirou rolls over and catches hold of Sho’s pants leg as he leaves the kitchen. “Is it food time?”
“As soon as I get the table set up.” He nudges him with his foot when he doesn’t let go. “You wanna eat or what?”
“Too hungry. Can’t move.”
Sho grumbles “Your mouth seems to be working okay” and drags him along for a step before peeling his hand off and setting up the table.
Youichirou continues to lie flat on his front. He moans when Sho deliberately steps on his butt on the way back to the kitchen to get the food, but doesn’t move. “Shooo,” he whines, dragging the vowel out with a quivering pitch. Sho makes sure to step on him again as he brings out the curry.
He looks up at the television, showing ads for some new car. “How’s the game?”
“Giants are winning,” Youichirou replies in a hopeless voice, and begins the long, slow process of sitting up. Sho watches as he stretches his arms, then rolls over onto his back and arches it, bending almost into a bridge. He goes flat again and reaches for his knees to pull himself up. “Muscle pain, ahhhh.”
“You okay?”
“Sure, I just did too much dancing today.” He rubs his leg and scoots over to the table. “This looks so good though, Sho!” He grabs his spoon and digs in and Sho waits to start eating for a minute, because the look on Youichirou’s face is too perfect not to devote his full attention to. He gets as serious about eating as Sho does about cooking, and the way he mixes the rice with the curry is every bit as calculated and precise as it is free and natural. He’s about halfway through his bowl before he makes a point of noticing Sho’s eyes on him. “What’s up?”
“Oh, sorry, I got distracted by how handsome you were,” Sho says, and flutters his eyelashes at him. Youichirou snorts and goes back to eating. Sho picks up his spoon and mashes the curry and rice together before taking a bite. It really is nothing special, but it’s homey and filling, and that’s all he needs.
He doesn’t think he’s eating any slower than usual, but Youichirou finishes before he’s more than a third of the way through. “You want seconds?” Sho asks, and Youichirou shrugs, scraping the last of the curry sauce up and licking his lips.
“After you’re done,” he says, and props his elbows on the table so he can watch Sho eat this time. Sho doesn’t let him. He eats slowly and makes faces as he does so, exaggerating every movement of his mouth, until Youichirou laughs at him. “You’re weird.” He turns back to the television and Sho goes back to eating normally.
When he finishes, he picks up both bowls and goes to refill the one. Youichirou wanders up behind him and cinches his arms around his waist. “A little more?” he says two or three times, until there’s so little left that Sho, who hadn’t been planning on having seconds, ends up having to refill his own bowl to finish it off.
“You’re gonna get fat if you keep eating this much,” Sho says, shoving his bowl aside.
Youichirou doesn’t move to take it, doesn’t let go of him, frowns. “I’m not! I need to make up for all the calories I burned!” His lips move against the top of Sho’s head and his skin tingles. “I only eat this much here anyway.” He lets go of Sho, takes his bowl, reconsiders. “And at wrap parties, but usually just when you’re cooking.”
Sho laughs a little too loudly and swats at him, but Youichirou is already out of range. “Flatterer. It’s just curry.” He takes his half-filled bowl and goes to sit down as well.
They watch the last two innings of the game. Youichirou groans when the Giants win and turns off the television. “How come you didn’t have a drama on tonight?”
“How about you have a drama instead? I’ll cook for you every night if it means I can make fun of your face on TV while you’re in the room.”
“Okay,” Youichirou says, and scoots around the table so he can lay his head on Sho’s shoulder. “But I still want to watch yours too. With yours I learn a lot and we can laugh at your face.”
“Yeah. Always fun.” Sho puts an arm around Youichirou, scrunching up his shirt so skin touches skin. He stares at the paper on the wall, the list of dreams and goals and successes and failures, tracing each broad stroke with his eyes. He recites it to himself in its entirety, and then he kisses Youichirou on the forehead. Youichirou hums something that sounds like his name and yet not like a word at all. They sit like that until Youichirou complains of muscle pain again and starts squirming in Sho’s arms, arching against him with spasming limbs and low groans until Sho gets tired of it and stands up. Youichirou falls to the floor and contorts into various stretches until the groans stop and his hand steals forward to grip Sho’s pants leg again.
“What now?”
Sho shrugs and rubs his too-full belly. “Guess I’ll shower? Unless you want to.”
“Go for it.” Youichirou’s fingers trail down his ankle and over his foot before dropping to the floor. “I’ll find something to do,” he says, and winks, a wink that means Sho’s no doubt going to have plenty of blog fodder in the morning. Sho laughs and pokes at him with his toe before turning around and heading to the bathroom.
With the water streaming down his body, his thoughts soften, and he doesn’t have to focus his mind to flatten them out and mould them into new possibilities. He thinks about everything, lathering his heart and body with reflections and soap, and lets them sliver away into nothingness and wash down the drain. He thinks about work, and then not-work. Youichirou and not-Youichirou. Sho and not-Sho. When he finishes, he’s hollow and refreshed and ready to fill himself up again.
He dries off and wraps a towel around his waist. When he goes into his room, Youichirou’s lying on the bed reading a book. Sho puts on underwear, and then decides to throw on shorts and a tank top as well. He tosses his towel at Youichirou, who lifts a leg to kick it down without looking away from the book. Sho grabs a comb and sits next to him. “Whatcha reading?”
Youichirou turns the book so that Sho can see the cover. It’s Higashino Keigo’s Parallel World Love Story. “I thought about getting it when I saw it in the store the other day, but I knew you had it so I decided to just borrow it from you.”
“What, so that’s why you’re here?” Sho thinks about shaking his head so the water in his hair will spray him, but refrains out of consideration for his book.
“And for the food,” Youichirou reminds him, and turns the page. Sho decides to walk away and gets up. Youichirou tugging at his waistband stops him. “And so I can see you.” He grins and sets the book down. Sho slowly sits back down and Youichirou drags him closer until he’s sitting against the curve of his stomach and Youichirou’s curling around him, embracing him with his entire body. He says his name, and squeezes him, and then says his name again, and Sho doesn’t understand what the tone of his voice means but it doesn’t matter. Youichirou begins turning, almost as if he is orbiting Sho, until his head is in Sho’s lap and he burrows under Sho’s top and buries his face in his chest.
He stays like that for so long that Sho gets impatient. “What, am I pregnant or something? You trying to talk to the kid?”
Youichirou pops back out. “Everyone’s hero, Pregnant Man!” he says, and they both fall into near-hysterical laughter.
“You seriously have no idea how hard it was to keep a straight face during that scene,” Sho says, remembering how many takes it took to get the okay. “It was awful.”
“I know, I know, you told me.” Youichirou uncurls himself and sits up. “Pregnant Man,” he says again, and starts laughing and hitting his leg, and accidentally hits Sho in the process. Sho shoves him over again and Youichirou rocks back and forth with laughter, kicking lightly at Sho. Finding his arms to be the lesser danger, Sho pulls him back up. Youichirou laughs a while longer and then abruptly stands up and walks away. “Gonna shower!” he calls over his shoulder and Sho shakes his head. A few drops splash onto his legs and he remembers the comb in his hand.
He combs out and blow-dries his hair. Knowing he’ll have to rearrange it for tomorrow’s photoshoots, he doesn’t worry too much about how it looks. It’ll be fine as long as he doesn’t sleep on it while it’s wet. He remembers the time he crashed without drying it properly and the looks he got when he walked onto location the next day, and chuckles to himself. He wanders back to the bed, scratches his arm, and decides to take off the tank top. After folding it and putting it away, he picks up the book and flips through it. A few words and phrases jump out as he skims and the story starts to come back to him. A passage he remembers liking pops up and he stops flipping and starts reading.
There’s a clicking sound and a flash and Sho turns to see a dripping Youichirou holding his cell phone and grinning. “This is going to be my new wallpaper.”
“Dry off properly, you’re getting the floor all wet.” There’s no use telling him to delete it. Sho doesn’t think Youichirou’s deleted a single picture he’s ever taken, much less one of him. Much less one of him half-naked on a bed.
Youichirou gives him a salute, then runs off. Sho uses his towel to mop up after him. The sound of the hairdryer starts up in the other room. Youichirou’s hair is so short right now that it doesn’t take any longer than it takes Sho to read another page and a half for him to return.
“Is it good?” he asks, and sits down next to him. Neither of them wears much to bed when it’s not winter, and he’s only bothered to put on boxers.
“I don’t like it as much as his normal mysteries, there’s too much focus on the romance aspect for me. But there’s some beautiful writing in here.” Sho finishes the last line of the paragraph and hands it over. “I think you’ll like it.”
Youichirou hums to himself and picks up where he left off. “Just let me know when you wanna sleep, okay? Otherwise I’ll just stay up reading all night, since I’m off tomorrow.”
“Got it.” Sho lies back and watches him. After a while he kicks at him. “Hey, turn this way so I can see you better.”
Youichirou obliges, looking a little doubtful.
“I wanted to see your face,” Sho mocks, and Youichirou nods in understanding, no trace of embarrassment to be found.
He watches him read for about an hour, until they’re both stifling yawns and even Sho is tired of staring at Youichirou’s admittedly excellent abs. “Ready to call it a night?” he says, and Youichirou puts down the book immediately.
“I think I understand what you were saying about it,” he says, and gets up to turn off the light. Before he does, he turns back. “Hey, Sho? You’re getting up early tomorrow, right?”
“Four-thirty.” Sho gets up and makes sure his cell phone is by the bed and his alarm is set.
“I was wondering… since you’re going to be leaving early and all… do you mind if I stay here tomorrow too? That way I wouldn’t have to kidnap your book to finish it.”
Sho runs the numbers through his brain, possibilities of Youichirou destroying his house or stealing his clothes or eating all his food, and comes out with a fairly low risk factor. “Sure, I guess. You just don’t want to wake up early, huh?”
Youichirou laughs and flips the light switch. He jumps onto the bed, landing on top of Sho. It’s too dark and too late to tell if it’s by mistake or on purpose. Sho pushes him off and pulls the covers over them both. Youichirou shifts until he’s comfortable, wrapping his arms loosely around one of Sho’s. “I don’t want to wake up early,” he says, and Sho laughs. “And I want to see you again tomorrow,” he continues, “and I want to eat your cooking again, and I want to tell you what I thought of the book.”
“But mostly I don’t want to wake up early,” he finishes, and Sho laughs again and kisses Youichirou’s nose. He slips his arm out of Youichirou’s and rolls over.
“Get some sleep, then, and maybe it won’t be such a big deal.”
“Okay,” Youichirou says, and rolls away from Sho. It isn’t long before his breathing slows, with the hint of a snore.
It takes Sho a long time to get to sleep most nights, and he certainly doesn’t drop off right away. But this night, as with all nights he spends with Youichirou, he has nothing but good dreams.
Pairing: Jinnai Sho/Omi Youichirou
Rating/Warnings: G/RPS.
Genre: A long-awaited (possibly by no one but me) return to cheesy fluff of the bordering-on-gen variety -u-
Word Count: 2371
Summary: Youichirou comes over for dinner, and doesn't end up leaving.
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Involved
As far as he can tell, there’s no pattern to when Youichirou will follow him home or call him out of the blue, wanting a hot meal and a bed for the night, but it never bothers him much, no matter how hard a time he gives him about it. He’s here again tonight, lying on the floor talking to the television while Sho finishes the meal. Tonight’s plain chicken curry, no secret ingredients or extra spices, just as ordinary as can be, but it smells good as the rice finishes cooking and there’s a smile on Sho’s face as he goes to dish it up.
Youichirou rolls over and catches hold of Sho’s pants leg as he leaves the kitchen. “Is it food time?”
“As soon as I get the table set up.” He nudges him with his foot when he doesn’t let go. “You wanna eat or what?”
“Too hungry. Can’t move.”
Sho grumbles “Your mouth seems to be working okay” and drags him along for a step before peeling his hand off and setting up the table.
Youichirou continues to lie flat on his front. He moans when Sho deliberately steps on his butt on the way back to the kitchen to get the food, but doesn’t move. “Shooo,” he whines, dragging the vowel out with a quivering pitch. Sho makes sure to step on him again as he brings out the curry.
He looks up at the television, showing ads for some new car. “How’s the game?”
“Giants are winning,” Youichirou replies in a hopeless voice, and begins the long, slow process of sitting up. Sho watches as he stretches his arms, then rolls over onto his back and arches it, bending almost into a bridge. He goes flat again and reaches for his knees to pull himself up. “Muscle pain, ahhhh.”
“You okay?”
“Sure, I just did too much dancing today.” He rubs his leg and scoots over to the table. “This looks so good though, Sho!” He grabs his spoon and digs in and Sho waits to start eating for a minute, because the look on Youichirou’s face is too perfect not to devote his full attention to. He gets as serious about eating as Sho does about cooking, and the way he mixes the rice with the curry is every bit as calculated and precise as it is free and natural. He’s about halfway through his bowl before he makes a point of noticing Sho’s eyes on him. “What’s up?”
“Oh, sorry, I got distracted by how handsome you were,” Sho says, and flutters his eyelashes at him. Youichirou snorts and goes back to eating. Sho picks up his spoon and mashes the curry and rice together before taking a bite. It really is nothing special, but it’s homey and filling, and that’s all he needs.
He doesn’t think he’s eating any slower than usual, but Youichirou finishes before he’s more than a third of the way through. “You want seconds?” Sho asks, and Youichirou shrugs, scraping the last of the curry sauce up and licking his lips.
“After you’re done,” he says, and props his elbows on the table so he can watch Sho eat this time. Sho doesn’t let him. He eats slowly and makes faces as he does so, exaggerating every movement of his mouth, until Youichirou laughs at him. “You’re weird.” He turns back to the television and Sho goes back to eating normally.
When he finishes, he picks up both bowls and goes to refill the one. Youichirou wanders up behind him and cinches his arms around his waist. “A little more?” he says two or three times, until there’s so little left that Sho, who hadn’t been planning on having seconds, ends up having to refill his own bowl to finish it off.
“You’re gonna get fat if you keep eating this much,” Sho says, shoving his bowl aside.
Youichirou doesn’t move to take it, doesn’t let go of him, frowns. “I’m not! I need to make up for all the calories I burned!” His lips move against the top of Sho’s head and his skin tingles. “I only eat this much here anyway.” He lets go of Sho, takes his bowl, reconsiders. “And at wrap parties, but usually just when you’re cooking.”
Sho laughs a little too loudly and swats at him, but Youichirou is already out of range. “Flatterer. It’s just curry.” He takes his half-filled bowl and goes to sit down as well.
They watch the last two innings of the game. Youichirou groans when the Giants win and turns off the television. “How come you didn’t have a drama on tonight?”
“How about you have a drama instead? I’ll cook for you every night if it means I can make fun of your face on TV while you’re in the room.”
“Okay,” Youichirou says, and scoots around the table so he can lay his head on Sho’s shoulder. “But I still want to watch yours too. With yours I learn a lot and we can laugh at your face.”
“Yeah. Always fun.” Sho puts an arm around Youichirou, scrunching up his shirt so skin touches skin. He stares at the paper on the wall, the list of dreams and goals and successes and failures, tracing each broad stroke with his eyes. He recites it to himself in its entirety, and then he kisses Youichirou on the forehead. Youichirou hums something that sounds like his name and yet not like a word at all. They sit like that until Youichirou complains of muscle pain again and starts squirming in Sho’s arms, arching against him with spasming limbs and low groans until Sho gets tired of it and stands up. Youichirou falls to the floor and contorts into various stretches until the groans stop and his hand steals forward to grip Sho’s pants leg again.
“What now?”
Sho shrugs and rubs his too-full belly. “Guess I’ll shower? Unless you want to.”
“Go for it.” Youichirou’s fingers trail down his ankle and over his foot before dropping to the floor. “I’ll find something to do,” he says, and winks, a wink that means Sho’s no doubt going to have plenty of blog fodder in the morning. Sho laughs and pokes at him with his toe before turning around and heading to the bathroom.
With the water streaming down his body, his thoughts soften, and he doesn’t have to focus his mind to flatten them out and mould them into new possibilities. He thinks about everything, lathering his heart and body with reflections and soap, and lets them sliver away into nothingness and wash down the drain. He thinks about work, and then not-work. Youichirou and not-Youichirou. Sho and not-Sho. When he finishes, he’s hollow and refreshed and ready to fill himself up again.
He dries off and wraps a towel around his waist. When he goes into his room, Youichirou’s lying on the bed reading a book. Sho puts on underwear, and then decides to throw on shorts and a tank top as well. He tosses his towel at Youichirou, who lifts a leg to kick it down without looking away from the book. Sho grabs a comb and sits next to him. “Whatcha reading?”
Youichirou turns the book so that Sho can see the cover. It’s Higashino Keigo’s Parallel World Love Story. “I thought about getting it when I saw it in the store the other day, but I knew you had it so I decided to just borrow it from you.”
“What, so that’s why you’re here?” Sho thinks about shaking his head so the water in his hair will spray him, but refrains out of consideration for his book.
“And for the food,” Youichirou reminds him, and turns the page. Sho decides to walk away and gets up. Youichirou tugging at his waistband stops him. “And so I can see you.” He grins and sets the book down. Sho slowly sits back down and Youichirou drags him closer until he’s sitting against the curve of his stomach and Youichirou’s curling around him, embracing him with his entire body. He says his name, and squeezes him, and then says his name again, and Sho doesn’t understand what the tone of his voice means but it doesn’t matter. Youichirou begins turning, almost as if he is orbiting Sho, until his head is in Sho’s lap and he burrows under Sho’s top and buries his face in his chest.
He stays like that for so long that Sho gets impatient. “What, am I pregnant or something? You trying to talk to the kid?”
Youichirou pops back out. “Everyone’s hero, Pregnant Man!” he says, and they both fall into near-hysterical laughter.
“You seriously have no idea how hard it was to keep a straight face during that scene,” Sho says, remembering how many takes it took to get the okay. “It was awful.”
“I know, I know, you told me.” Youichirou uncurls himself and sits up. “Pregnant Man,” he says again, and starts laughing and hitting his leg, and accidentally hits Sho in the process. Sho shoves him over again and Youichirou rocks back and forth with laughter, kicking lightly at Sho. Finding his arms to be the lesser danger, Sho pulls him back up. Youichirou laughs a while longer and then abruptly stands up and walks away. “Gonna shower!” he calls over his shoulder and Sho shakes his head. A few drops splash onto his legs and he remembers the comb in his hand.
He combs out and blow-dries his hair. Knowing he’ll have to rearrange it for tomorrow’s photoshoots, he doesn’t worry too much about how it looks. It’ll be fine as long as he doesn’t sleep on it while it’s wet. He remembers the time he crashed without drying it properly and the looks he got when he walked onto location the next day, and chuckles to himself. He wanders back to the bed, scratches his arm, and decides to take off the tank top. After folding it and putting it away, he picks up the book and flips through it. A few words and phrases jump out as he skims and the story starts to come back to him. A passage he remembers liking pops up and he stops flipping and starts reading.
There’s a clicking sound and a flash and Sho turns to see a dripping Youichirou holding his cell phone and grinning. “This is going to be my new wallpaper.”
“Dry off properly, you’re getting the floor all wet.” There’s no use telling him to delete it. Sho doesn’t think Youichirou’s deleted a single picture he’s ever taken, much less one of him. Much less one of him half-naked on a bed.
Youichirou gives him a salute, then runs off. Sho uses his towel to mop up after him. The sound of the hairdryer starts up in the other room. Youichirou’s hair is so short right now that it doesn’t take any longer than it takes Sho to read another page and a half for him to return.
“Is it good?” he asks, and sits down next to him. Neither of them wears much to bed when it’s not winter, and he’s only bothered to put on boxers.
“I don’t like it as much as his normal mysteries, there’s too much focus on the romance aspect for me. But there’s some beautiful writing in here.” Sho finishes the last line of the paragraph and hands it over. “I think you’ll like it.”
Youichirou hums to himself and picks up where he left off. “Just let me know when you wanna sleep, okay? Otherwise I’ll just stay up reading all night, since I’m off tomorrow.”
“Got it.” Sho lies back and watches him. After a while he kicks at him. “Hey, turn this way so I can see you better.”
Youichirou obliges, looking a little doubtful.
“I wanted to see your face,” Sho mocks, and Youichirou nods in understanding, no trace of embarrassment to be found.
He watches him read for about an hour, until they’re both stifling yawns and even Sho is tired of staring at Youichirou’s admittedly excellent abs. “Ready to call it a night?” he says, and Youichirou puts down the book immediately.
“I think I understand what you were saying about it,” he says, and gets up to turn off the light. Before he does, he turns back. “Hey, Sho? You’re getting up early tomorrow, right?”
“Four-thirty.” Sho gets up and makes sure his cell phone is by the bed and his alarm is set.
“I was wondering… since you’re going to be leaving early and all… do you mind if I stay here tomorrow too? That way I wouldn’t have to kidnap your book to finish it.”
Sho runs the numbers through his brain, possibilities of Youichirou destroying his house or stealing his clothes or eating all his food, and comes out with a fairly low risk factor. “Sure, I guess. You just don’t want to wake up early, huh?”
Youichirou laughs and flips the light switch. He jumps onto the bed, landing on top of Sho. It’s too dark and too late to tell if it’s by mistake or on purpose. Sho pushes him off and pulls the covers over them both. Youichirou shifts until he’s comfortable, wrapping his arms loosely around one of Sho’s. “I don’t want to wake up early,” he says, and Sho laughs. “And I want to see you again tomorrow,” he continues, “and I want to eat your cooking again, and I want to tell you what I thought of the book.”
“But mostly I don’t want to wake up early,” he finishes, and Sho laughs again and kisses Youichirou’s nose. He slips his arm out of Youichirou’s and rolls over.
“Get some sleep, then, and maybe it won’t be such a big deal.”
“Okay,” Youichirou says, and rolls away from Sho. It isn’t long before his breathing slows, with the hint of a snore.
It takes Sho a long time to get to sleep most nights, and he certainly doesn’t drop off right away. But this night, as with all nights he spends with Youichirou, he has nothing but good dreams.