JE: Dropping In
Title: Dropping In
Author: moonbyrd
Rating: PG
Characters: Koyama/Nino/Ryo
Summary: Koyama visits Nino and Ryo on the set of Ryusei no Kizuna.
Author's note: A birthday present for zukkii!! I hope it's been a fabulous one, darling. And I hope you like this!
Author's note #2: Odamaki-mushi is this.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time.
That, Koyama supposed, was the tragic pattern of his life. Shige had told him once that the problem really stemmed from his timing, which was rather phenomenally bad at times.
Koyama wondered if he could really use timing as an excuse this time.
“This has got to be the best ramen I’ve had in my entire life,” a smirking Ninomiya was crowing. “It’s so good.”
“If we didn’t have to get back on set for filming in ten minutes,” Ryo ground out the gritted teeth, “I would kill you and bury your body in the nearest dumpster.”
Koyama flailed as Ryo glowered at his costar. “Ryo-chan, I brought some dumplings, too, have some dumplings,” he urged, trying to placate the other man.
“So gooooooood.”
“Shut up, Ninomiya,” Ryo barked, rifling through the basket of food Koyama had brought with him.
“It’s not that good, Ryo-chan, really,” Koyama continued flailing, “I’ve had better. I mean, I know it’s my mother’s cooking and I love it and I love her but there are more accomplished chefs out there and sometimes she forgets to measure when she adds things-“
Nino burped loudly, interrupting Koyama’s tirade. “I feel wonderful now, Kei-chan, so energized. I can feel your mother’s love for me warming my entire body~.”
“Ass,” Ryo muttered, savagely biting into a rice ball.
“I was so hungry, Ryo-chan, and I deeply appreciate the sacrifice you made in swapping your ramen for my yakitori. The soup was wonderful.”
Koyama flailed some more but couldn’t keep a smile off his face as Nino batted his eyelashes at Ryo. “Somehow, I knew this would happen,” he confessed, not even trying to hide the fondness in his voice.
Ryo and Nino stopped making faces at each other and blinked at him. “What do you mean?”
“I knew Nino would go for the ramen,” Koyama laughed, high and breathy, and pulled a tightly sealed thermos from the satchel at his hip, “because it’s cold today and I knew he’d want soup.”
“I wanted soup, too!” Ryo crossed his arms over his chest.
Koyama grinned, eyes lighting up. “I know. So I tried to experiment.”
Nino’s attention was fixed on the container that Koyama was holding out toward Ryo. “Not fair, you didn’t make anything special for me!”
“True,” Koyama said as Ryo carefully twisted the lid from the thermos, "but did you not notice that I brought your favorite ramen?”
Ryo took in a sharp breath as the scent of a rich broth wafted up from the thermos. “Kei…is this…?”
“It’s usually something for special occasions, right?” Koyama smiled shyly.
Ryo stared at him.
“I looked up the recipe online,” Koyama fidgeted. “And called Shigemama a couple of times for advice.”
“Odamaki-mushi,” Ryo breathed. “It smells right.”
“I’m not sure it’ll be any good,” Koyama fussed, “because I’ve never made it before, but I thought maybe I’d try to do something that would remind you of home.”
Nino tried to steal the thermos. “What is this? Some kind of strange, poisonous Osaka food?”
“Hands off, storm boy,” Ryo cradled the container to his chest, eyes glinting. “This is mine.”
Koyama blushed, still smiling. “The recipe looked easy enough, so I gave it a shot. Happy Birthday, Ryo-chan.”
“Let me try it,” Nino wheedled.
“Not a chance!” Ryo cackled. “It’s my birthday lunch. Kei made it just for me.”
Nino turned big, shiny eyes on Koyama. “Kei-chaaaaan, you love me, right? You want Ryo to share with me.”
“Ryo did share with you,” Ryo muttered, eyes closed as he savored the smell of his soup. “Ryo introduced you.”
“And that is why you get special Osaka food,” Koyama murmured. He winked at Nino before digging a bowl out of the basket for Ryo to pour his soup into.
Giving up on stealing Ryo’s new meal, Nino favored Koyama with a broad smile. “Somehow, I think I can be content with only getting to share the one thing.” His smile sharpened and he ran his eyes along Koyama’s body ostentatiously.
“Um,” Koyama gulped.
Somewhere in a haze of custard soup, Ryo snorted. “Save it for after filming, Romeo. We have to be back on set in three minutes.”
Koyama sighed, a little wistfully. “So much fun, filming with friends.”
“Are you kidding?” Ryo’s head whipped up. “He’s the devil incarnate! Yesterday he wouldn’t stop pinching my ass and we had to shoot the same scene nine times.” He stepped carefully out of Nino’s reach, lest his words encourage the resuming of the pinches.
Wandering eyes moved from Koyama to Ryo. “But it’s such a nice ass. My hands want to explore.”
“It is nice,” Koyama twittered.
“Not helping, Koyama,” Ryo groused, and gulped down the last of his lunch.
An aide called to them from the direction of the lighting pole, letting them know that shooting was about to resume. Ryo grunted in acknowledgment while Nino made a vague gesture of recognition.
“I guess I really should have gotten here earlier, huh,” Koyama rubbed the back of his neck.
Nino and Ryo each lightly punched the bits of Koyama they could reach. “We’re just glad you decided to visit us,” Ryo told him, earnestly, “even if your timing sucks and you got here late.”
“And that you made us lunch. You’d be in trouble if you showed up only twenty minutes before the end of the lunch hour and had bought food for us. You’d be a rotten boyfriend if you didn’t make us lunch.” Nino sniffed officiously, hands on his hips.
Koyama giggled as he started gathering up the remnants of their meal. “I like cooking for you both.”
“Funny thing about that,” Nino pounced as Koyama crouched to settle the dishes in the basket, mussing the taller man’s hair and pressing a fast kiss to his forehead. “I like eating what you cook for both of us.”
“And I like thinking of ways to deny you sex for the next three weeks as punishment, the next time you steal my ramen,” Ryo muttered before pulling Koyama up for a tight hug.
“Now, now, Ryo-chan. It doesn’t pay to be mean to your boyfriend on your birthday, because he might change his mind about being extra nice to you after work.” Nino stretched his arms over his head casually, oh-so-accidentally exposing a tantalizing glimpse of his navel.
Ryo eyed the bared skin, then grinned wolfishly. “Doesn’t matter, I’ve got a spare.”
“I object to being referred to in the same terminology as a tire,” Koyama pouted.
Ryo winked at him. “You’re a one-man lunch shop that delivers,” he shrugged, “what better analogy could there be?”
The assistant called for Ryo and Nino again, sounding more insistent this time. In unison, they rolled their eyes. Nino bounced on the balls of his feet a little as he turned his attention back to Koyama, “We really need to go, but we’ll be back around ten.”
“And then we can properly celebrate my birthday,” Ryo chimed in, “all three of us. Dinner and relaxation and…other stuff.”
Koyama beamed. “I’ll go start dinner.”
Author: moonbyrd
Rating: PG
Characters: Koyama/Nino/Ryo
Summary: Koyama visits Nino and Ryo on the set of Ryusei no Kizuna.
Author's note: A birthday present for zukkii!! I hope it's been a fabulous one, darling. And I hope you like this!
Author's note #2: Odamaki-mushi is this.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time.
That, Koyama supposed, was the tragic pattern of his life. Shige had told him once that the problem really stemmed from his timing, which was rather phenomenally bad at times.
Koyama wondered if he could really use timing as an excuse this time.
“This has got to be the best ramen I’ve had in my entire life,” a smirking Ninomiya was crowing. “It’s so good.”
“If we didn’t have to get back on set for filming in ten minutes,” Ryo ground out the gritted teeth, “I would kill you and bury your body in the nearest dumpster.”
Koyama flailed as Ryo glowered at his costar. “Ryo-chan, I brought some dumplings, too, have some dumplings,” he urged, trying to placate the other man.
“So gooooooood.”
“Shut up, Ninomiya,” Ryo barked, rifling through the basket of food Koyama had brought with him.
“It’s not that good, Ryo-chan, really,” Koyama continued flailing, “I’ve had better. I mean, I know it’s my mother’s cooking and I love it and I love her but there are more accomplished chefs out there and sometimes she forgets to measure when she adds things-“
Nino burped loudly, interrupting Koyama’s tirade. “I feel wonderful now, Kei-chan, so energized. I can feel your mother’s love for me warming my entire body~.”
“Ass,” Ryo muttered, savagely biting into a rice ball.
“I was so hungry, Ryo-chan, and I deeply appreciate the sacrifice you made in swapping your ramen for my yakitori. The soup was wonderful.”
Koyama flailed some more but couldn’t keep a smile off his face as Nino batted his eyelashes at Ryo. “Somehow, I knew this would happen,” he confessed, not even trying to hide the fondness in his voice.
Ryo and Nino stopped making faces at each other and blinked at him. “What do you mean?”
“I knew Nino would go for the ramen,” Koyama laughed, high and breathy, and pulled a tightly sealed thermos from the satchel at his hip, “because it’s cold today and I knew he’d want soup.”
“I wanted soup, too!” Ryo crossed his arms over his chest.
Koyama grinned, eyes lighting up. “I know. So I tried to experiment.”
Nino’s attention was fixed on the container that Koyama was holding out toward Ryo. “Not fair, you didn’t make anything special for me!”
“True,” Koyama said as Ryo carefully twisted the lid from the thermos, "but did you not notice that I brought your favorite ramen?”
Ryo took in a sharp breath as the scent of a rich broth wafted up from the thermos. “Kei…is this…?”
“It’s usually something for special occasions, right?” Koyama smiled shyly.
Ryo stared at him.
“I looked up the recipe online,” Koyama fidgeted. “And called Shigemama a couple of times for advice.”
“Odamaki-mushi,” Ryo breathed. “It smells right.”
“I’m not sure it’ll be any good,” Koyama fussed, “because I’ve never made it before, but I thought maybe I’d try to do something that would remind you of home.”
Nino tried to steal the thermos. “What is this? Some kind of strange, poisonous Osaka food?”
“Hands off, storm boy,” Ryo cradled the container to his chest, eyes glinting. “This is mine.”
Koyama blushed, still smiling. “The recipe looked easy enough, so I gave it a shot. Happy Birthday, Ryo-chan.”
“Let me try it,” Nino wheedled.
“Not a chance!” Ryo cackled. “It’s my birthday lunch. Kei made it just for me.”
Nino turned big, shiny eyes on Koyama. “Kei-chaaaaan, you love me, right? You want Ryo to share with me.”
“Ryo did share with you,” Ryo muttered, eyes closed as he savored the smell of his soup. “Ryo introduced you.”
“And that is why you get special Osaka food,” Koyama murmured. He winked at Nino before digging a bowl out of the basket for Ryo to pour his soup into.
Giving up on stealing Ryo’s new meal, Nino favored Koyama with a broad smile. “Somehow, I think I can be content with only getting to share the one thing.” His smile sharpened and he ran his eyes along Koyama’s body ostentatiously.
“Um,” Koyama gulped.
Somewhere in a haze of custard soup, Ryo snorted. “Save it for after filming, Romeo. We have to be back on set in three minutes.”
Koyama sighed, a little wistfully. “So much fun, filming with friends.”
“Are you kidding?” Ryo’s head whipped up. “He’s the devil incarnate! Yesterday he wouldn’t stop pinching my ass and we had to shoot the same scene nine times.” He stepped carefully out of Nino’s reach, lest his words encourage the resuming of the pinches.
Wandering eyes moved from Koyama to Ryo. “But it’s such a nice ass. My hands want to explore.”
“It is nice,” Koyama twittered.
“Not helping, Koyama,” Ryo groused, and gulped down the last of his lunch.
An aide called to them from the direction of the lighting pole, letting them know that shooting was about to resume. Ryo grunted in acknowledgment while Nino made a vague gesture of recognition.
“I guess I really should have gotten here earlier, huh,” Koyama rubbed the back of his neck.
Nino and Ryo each lightly punched the bits of Koyama they could reach. “We’re just glad you decided to visit us,” Ryo told him, earnestly, “even if your timing sucks and you got here late.”
“And that you made us lunch. You’d be in trouble if you showed up only twenty minutes before the end of the lunch hour and had bought food for us. You’d be a rotten boyfriend if you didn’t make us lunch.” Nino sniffed officiously, hands on his hips.
Koyama giggled as he started gathering up the remnants of their meal. “I like cooking for you both.”
“Funny thing about that,” Nino pounced as Koyama crouched to settle the dishes in the basket, mussing the taller man’s hair and pressing a fast kiss to his forehead. “I like eating what you cook for both of us.”
“And I like thinking of ways to deny you sex for the next three weeks as punishment, the next time you steal my ramen,” Ryo muttered before pulling Koyama up for a tight hug.
“Now, now, Ryo-chan. It doesn’t pay to be mean to your boyfriend on your birthday, because he might change his mind about being extra nice to you after work.” Nino stretched his arms over his head casually, oh-so-accidentally exposing a tantalizing glimpse of his navel.
Ryo eyed the bared skin, then grinned wolfishly. “Doesn’t matter, I’ve got a spare.”
“I object to being referred to in the same terminology as a tire,” Koyama pouted.
Ryo winked at him. “You’re a one-man lunch shop that delivers,” he shrugged, “what better analogy could there be?”
The assistant called for Ryo and Nino again, sounding more insistent this time. In unison, they rolled their eyes. Nino bounced on the balls of his feet a little as he turned his attention back to Koyama, “We really need to go, but we’ll be back around ten.”
“And then we can properly celebrate my birthday,” Ryo chimed in, “all three of us. Dinner and relaxation and…other stuff.”
Koyama beamed. “I’ll go start dinner.”