Fanfiction - Kiss (Yamada's)
Title: Kiss (Yamada's)
Author: Ritsu (crazy_otaku911)
Pairing: Nakajima Yuto X Yamada Ryousuke
Rating: PG
Summary: Yamada learns what it takes to have the perfect kiss.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Slight angst? Perfect kisses that you will never get from either of them?
A/N: Beta'd by shimizumiki <3
This is the third one-shot in a self proclaimed challenge (which is to write a fic for each member. Using words off my desktop wallpaper, which is a pretty heart made out of words. 8D) Next up is Takaki~ ♥
Yamada's first kiss was unspectacular to say the least. He couldn't even really remember the name of the girl he'd kissed. It had been that unmemorable. Seriously. He was so young that kissing was still just slightly gross, especially with girls, so he just shrugged and ignore the activity for a while.
His next few kisses were ok. Nice at best, anyways. Nothing absolutely stunning, just nice. He sort of liked the kissing, but he found it lacked something for him. Nice wasn't enough. Yamada couldn't even quite call it enjoyable. He didn't like kissing and feeling nothing while it happened or the split second after.
It wasn't until he was in Johnny's that he kissed his first boy. Looking back, it was a little weird to think that Senga Kento had been the one, but everyone had proclaimed it an adorable kiss and they'd been playing spin the bottle anyways. Only Nikaido had looked unhappy about it and nobody really cared about that.
Kissing guys, he found, was actually more fun then kissing girls. He found guys more enjoyable in general then girls. Girls were cute and fun to tease, but they seemed so much more shallow then his guy friends. As a Johnny, he had to pay a lot of attention to his image, but the girls in his school still beat hi down flat. He didn't need friends who primped more then he already did.
The longer he was in Johnny's, the more boys he kissed and the more he found himself enjoying it. Kissing was much more fun, he decided. Within a year he'd given up on girls in general. Oh, he'd still make them fall over him and curse that he was jailbait, but until he was older...playing around with the guys was more fun. Less stressful too.
“You get way too much of a kick out of this.” Chinen commented to him one day, raising an eyebrow at Yamada's messy clothes and choosing to ignore Kiriyama slipping out of the closet behind his bandmate.
Yamada just smiled brightly, not really bothering to look overly innocent. By now, Chinen knew him as well as anyone really could. “What?”
“Kissing.” Chinen snorted a little and tugged him back in the direction of the dressing room. “I mean, yeah, fun and all, but I swear, who HAVEN'T you kissed? You've even gotten most of the senpai.” There was disapproval in his voice, but Yamada just brushed it off.
“You just don't like that I kissed Ohno-kun.” He teased, smirking slightly.
“How could you!” Chinen exclaimed, looking cross. To Chinen, Ohno's lips were holy. Never mind how often they ended up on Nino. “Still, do you really like kissing so much you'll end up with any curious boy. I swear, you'd show Shintaro how to kiss if you didn't think Ryu would shave you bald.”
This...might actually be true.
“You make me sound so horrible...” Yamada bubbled his cheeks, pouting.
But it was true, he did kiss a lot of people. He honestly didn't know why. Yeah, it was fun, a lot of fun. The little rushes of enjoyment and everything...but it still left him empty. It was frustrating, but maybe that's why he ended up kissing so many boys. Maybe he was looking for something. The right thing.
He bounced into the dressing room, loudly greeting everyone with Chinen. He flopped on Takaki for a moment, claiming his lap before Chinen could, just to make him pout again. He could see Yabu frowning at him from the corner of his eye and sent him a wink.
Yamada may kiss a lot, but he never kissed other people's stuff unless it was a game. Yabu just smiled back at him and went back to chatting with Hikaru, petting Chinen's hair to soothe him.
The only person who wasn't around was Yuto. Yamada frowned, glancing around. He'd been sure Yuto had been sitting next to Ryutaro, watching him play on his DS, but he was no longer there. It took him several moments to realize that Yuto had slunk into a corner, now bent over a textbook.
Yamada sighed a little and leaned back on Takaki, feeling the comforting press of the other's hands on his own. Things had been rather strained between Yuto and Yamada. Yamada couldn't really put a finger on when it had started but slowly and surely, Yuto had started to hang out with Keito more and he'd stuck to Chinen.
It was sad, realizing that their friendship was slowly dissolving. Yuto had been Yamada's best friend for so long and the gap he was leaving behind...well, he loved Chinen, but it just wasn't the same.
Yamada cursed that. Cursed that his life was like his kisses. Missing something. There were always points when both of them left him feeling empty and alone. He didn't know what to do, how to hold onto things.
“Can I talk to you?” He glanced up, startled to see Yuto looming over him. Because yes, Yuto could easily loom now. The boy was so tall and with Yamada flopped on Takaki on the couch, he just seemed to go on for forever.
The room went oddly quite, the conversations pretending to go on as everyone focused on them. Inoo stopped explaining homework to Daiki and Yabu's mouth was moving but Hikaru wasn't really focusing on the words anymore.
Yamada felt his mouth go dry, curious and all of the sudden nervous. Yuto looked so serious, which was unusual. Yuto had two different brands of serious. The cheerful serious, which is what you usually saw, and the grim serious, which was what he was using now. Yamada hadn't really seen it often. Realizing he had to answer, he nodded quickly, standing up. “Sure.” He forced a smile on his lips, feeling them stretch in a slight protest. He needed lip balm.
Yuto was heading for the door, Yamada trotting after him, trying to keep up with those long legs. Everyone else had completely given up on talking and just stared at them as they left. Yamada lingered for a moment and stuck his tongue out. He knew that as soon as the door closed, ears would press up against it. Oh well.
The sudden grab of his wrists caught him by surprise and he squeaked in alarm as Yuto back him up into the wall next to the door, pinning him with his hands. “Y-yuto?”
“Is this really what you want?” Yuto demanded. Yamada felt so taken aback. Yuto seemed....angry. Yuto angry? How was that possible? Yuto was like Keito and Hikaru...they never got angry. But there was this strange emotion in his eyes, an emotion that Yamada could only label as fury.
“What are you talking about?” Yamada blinked and tried moving his hands, but Yuto just pushed on them a little harder, keeping them there.
“All of this, Yama-chan. Do you really like it? Do you really like just hopping to all these random boys for a few minutes and then walking away and just...just...” Yuto glared down at him and Yamada felt his heart skip a few beats. This was so strange.
Now the random (or not so random) thought came to him. He'd never kissed Yuto. Never. Why was that? Surely they had plenty of random chances, they'd known each other for years and years...but they never had. How had that happened? They'd certainly clung to each other enough, though not so much lately. He vaguely remembered declaring that he couldn't kiss his best friend once, years ago. Had that really been the reason? Their friendship?
He looked up at Yuto in confusion. “What are you talking about...Why are you asking?” He asked quietly, biting his lip.
The trembling anger slowly melted away, fading away from Yuto's eyes. They were replaced, much to Yamada's dismay, sadness. “I can't keep watching...” Yuto murmured, stepping a little closer but still not releasing the smaller boy's wrists. “I can't keep on watching you like this. I hate it...I can't stand it...why do you do this to me...” Their eyes met and Yuto's were so full of pain that Yamada forgot to breathe for a few moments.
“Y-yuto...” Yamada didn't know what to say. Had he really been hurting Yuto this whole time? This hobby had been around for nearly two years now. Had he really hurt Yuto every single time he jumped on someone and kissed them?
“I miss you...” Yuto finally let go of one of his hands and Yamada let it fall to his side as Yuto stroked his cheek, gentle and loving. “I miss you so much...but I can't watch this. I can't.”
Yamada felt ready to cry as he looked into those deep brown eyes. When had this happened? When had they left each other and grown up on their own? Yuto into this strong young man, Yamada into a desperate brat.
“Shhh, don't do that.” Yuto was still stroking his cheek, shaking his head. “Don't do that. I just needed to tell you that.”
Even after all this time, Yuto could still read his mind. It had always been like that. They'd never needed anyone else...Just each other. How had he forgotten that? How had he not noticed what was standing right beside him?
“Yuto....” He was still chewing his lip. “I'm sorry...I...I...” He still couldn't figure out any words.
Two seconds later, it didn't matter because Yuto's lips were covering his and his mind decided to explode.
This wasn't like the other kisses. It wasn't fun. It wasn't enjoyable. It wasn't soft. It wasn't hard. It wasn't wet.
It was perfect.
Perfect.
Yuto leaned into the kiss, his hand slipping from Yamada's cheek to the back of his neck, cupping it to tilt Yamada up into his mouth, the kiss slowly deepening into more perfection. Yamada was so completely and utterly lost in it.
What felt like a lifetime later, the kiss ended, both of them desperate for oxygen, breaking apart but keeping their fingers laced in each other's hair and clothing.
...Yamada's leg had somehow gotten around Yuto's waist. He wasn't really sure how that had happened. Honestly.
“Ryousuke...”
It was his first name. His real name. Somehow that just made an already perfect moment even more special.
“Yuto...” Yamada buried himself in Yuto's arms. “I...I'm sorry...I was so stupid...It...” He trailed off and pouted up at him.
Yuto just laughed, kissing his nose. “Kiss me again and I forgive you.”
“Call me Ryousuke and you can have all the kisses you want.”
“Deal.”
That was how Yamada discovered the one perfect way to kiss someone.
You had to love them first.
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A/N: I have been WAITING to write more Yamajima. The world needs more yamajima. The hell to Yamachii...>>;; I just miss my OTP.
Author: Ritsu (crazy_otaku911)
Pairing: Nakajima Yuto X Yamada Ryousuke
Rating: PG
Summary: Yamada learns what it takes to have the perfect kiss.
Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction.
Warnings: Slight angst? Perfect kisses that you will never get from either of them?
A/N: Beta'd by shimizumiki <3
This is the third one-shot in a self proclaimed challenge (which is to write a fic for each member. Using words off my desktop wallpaper, which is a pretty heart made out of words. 8D) Next up is Takaki~ ♥
Yamada's first kiss was unspectacular to say the least. He couldn't even really remember the name of the girl he'd kissed. It had been that unmemorable. Seriously. He was so young that kissing was still just slightly gross, especially with girls, so he just shrugged and ignore the activity for a while.
His next few kisses were ok. Nice at best, anyways. Nothing absolutely stunning, just nice. He sort of liked the kissing, but he found it lacked something for him. Nice wasn't enough. Yamada couldn't even quite call it enjoyable. He didn't like kissing and feeling nothing while it happened or the split second after.
It wasn't until he was in Johnny's that he kissed his first boy. Looking back, it was a little weird to think that Senga Kento had been the one, but everyone had proclaimed it an adorable kiss and they'd been playing spin the bottle anyways. Only Nikaido had looked unhappy about it and nobody really cared about that.
Kissing guys, he found, was actually more fun then kissing girls. He found guys more enjoyable in general then girls. Girls were cute and fun to tease, but they seemed so much more shallow then his guy friends. As a Johnny, he had to pay a lot of attention to his image, but the girls in his school still beat hi down flat. He didn't need friends who primped more then he already did.
The longer he was in Johnny's, the more boys he kissed and the more he found himself enjoying it. Kissing was much more fun, he decided. Within a year he'd given up on girls in general. Oh, he'd still make them fall over him and curse that he was jailbait, but until he was older...playing around with the guys was more fun. Less stressful too.
“You get way too much of a kick out of this.” Chinen commented to him one day, raising an eyebrow at Yamada's messy clothes and choosing to ignore Kiriyama slipping out of the closet behind his bandmate.
Yamada just smiled brightly, not really bothering to look overly innocent. By now, Chinen knew him as well as anyone really could. “What?”
“Kissing.” Chinen snorted a little and tugged him back in the direction of the dressing room. “I mean, yeah, fun and all, but I swear, who HAVEN'T you kissed? You've even gotten most of the senpai.” There was disapproval in his voice, but Yamada just brushed it off.
“You just don't like that I kissed Ohno-kun.” He teased, smirking slightly.
“How could you!” Chinen exclaimed, looking cross. To Chinen, Ohno's lips were holy. Never mind how often they ended up on Nino. “Still, do you really like kissing so much you'll end up with any curious boy. I swear, you'd show Shintaro how to kiss if you didn't think Ryu would shave you bald.”
This...might actually be true.
“You make me sound so horrible...” Yamada bubbled his cheeks, pouting.
But it was true, he did kiss a lot of people. He honestly didn't know why. Yeah, it was fun, a lot of fun. The little rushes of enjoyment and everything...but it still left him empty. It was frustrating, but maybe that's why he ended up kissing so many boys. Maybe he was looking for something. The right thing.
He bounced into the dressing room, loudly greeting everyone with Chinen. He flopped on Takaki for a moment, claiming his lap before Chinen could, just to make him pout again. He could see Yabu frowning at him from the corner of his eye and sent him a wink.
Yamada may kiss a lot, but he never kissed other people's stuff unless it was a game. Yabu just smiled back at him and went back to chatting with Hikaru, petting Chinen's hair to soothe him.
The only person who wasn't around was Yuto. Yamada frowned, glancing around. He'd been sure Yuto had been sitting next to Ryutaro, watching him play on his DS, but he was no longer there. It took him several moments to realize that Yuto had slunk into a corner, now bent over a textbook.
Yamada sighed a little and leaned back on Takaki, feeling the comforting press of the other's hands on his own. Things had been rather strained between Yuto and Yamada. Yamada couldn't really put a finger on when it had started but slowly and surely, Yuto had started to hang out with Keito more and he'd stuck to Chinen.
It was sad, realizing that their friendship was slowly dissolving. Yuto had been Yamada's best friend for so long and the gap he was leaving behind...well, he loved Chinen, but it just wasn't the same.
Yamada cursed that. Cursed that his life was like his kisses. Missing something. There were always points when both of them left him feeling empty and alone. He didn't know what to do, how to hold onto things.
“Can I talk to you?” He glanced up, startled to see Yuto looming over him. Because yes, Yuto could easily loom now. The boy was so tall and with Yamada flopped on Takaki on the couch, he just seemed to go on for forever.
The room went oddly quite, the conversations pretending to go on as everyone focused on them. Inoo stopped explaining homework to Daiki and Yabu's mouth was moving but Hikaru wasn't really focusing on the words anymore.
Yamada felt his mouth go dry, curious and all of the sudden nervous. Yuto looked so serious, which was unusual. Yuto had two different brands of serious. The cheerful serious, which is what you usually saw, and the grim serious, which was what he was using now. Yamada hadn't really seen it often. Realizing he had to answer, he nodded quickly, standing up. “Sure.” He forced a smile on his lips, feeling them stretch in a slight protest. He needed lip balm.
Yuto was heading for the door, Yamada trotting after him, trying to keep up with those long legs. Everyone else had completely given up on talking and just stared at them as they left. Yamada lingered for a moment and stuck his tongue out. He knew that as soon as the door closed, ears would press up against it. Oh well.
The sudden grab of his wrists caught him by surprise and he squeaked in alarm as Yuto back him up into the wall next to the door, pinning him with his hands. “Y-yuto?”
“Is this really what you want?” Yuto demanded. Yamada felt so taken aback. Yuto seemed....angry. Yuto angry? How was that possible? Yuto was like Keito and Hikaru...they never got angry. But there was this strange emotion in his eyes, an emotion that Yamada could only label as fury.
“What are you talking about?” Yamada blinked and tried moving his hands, but Yuto just pushed on them a little harder, keeping them there.
“All of this, Yama-chan. Do you really like it? Do you really like just hopping to all these random boys for a few minutes and then walking away and just...just...” Yuto glared down at him and Yamada felt his heart skip a few beats. This was so strange.
Now the random (or not so random) thought came to him. He'd never kissed Yuto. Never. Why was that? Surely they had plenty of random chances, they'd known each other for years and years...but they never had. How had that happened? They'd certainly clung to each other enough, though not so much lately. He vaguely remembered declaring that he couldn't kiss his best friend once, years ago. Had that really been the reason? Their friendship?
He looked up at Yuto in confusion. “What are you talking about...Why are you asking?” He asked quietly, biting his lip.
The trembling anger slowly melted away, fading away from Yuto's eyes. They were replaced, much to Yamada's dismay, sadness. “I can't keep watching...” Yuto murmured, stepping a little closer but still not releasing the smaller boy's wrists. “I can't keep on watching you like this. I hate it...I can't stand it...why do you do this to me...” Their eyes met and Yuto's were so full of pain that Yamada forgot to breathe for a few moments.
“Y-yuto...” Yamada didn't know what to say. Had he really been hurting Yuto this whole time? This hobby had been around for nearly two years now. Had he really hurt Yuto every single time he jumped on someone and kissed them?
“I miss you...” Yuto finally let go of one of his hands and Yamada let it fall to his side as Yuto stroked his cheek, gentle and loving. “I miss you so much...but I can't watch this. I can't.”
Yamada felt ready to cry as he looked into those deep brown eyes. When had this happened? When had they left each other and grown up on their own? Yuto into this strong young man, Yamada into a desperate brat.
“Shhh, don't do that.” Yuto was still stroking his cheek, shaking his head. “Don't do that. I just needed to tell you that.”
Even after all this time, Yuto could still read his mind. It had always been like that. They'd never needed anyone else...Just each other. How had he forgotten that? How had he not noticed what was standing right beside him?
“Yuto....” He was still chewing his lip. “I'm sorry...I...I...” He still couldn't figure out any words.
Two seconds later, it didn't matter because Yuto's lips were covering his and his mind decided to explode.
This wasn't like the other kisses. It wasn't fun. It wasn't enjoyable. It wasn't soft. It wasn't hard. It wasn't wet.
It was perfect.
Perfect.
Yuto leaned into the kiss, his hand slipping from Yamada's cheek to the back of his neck, cupping it to tilt Yamada up into his mouth, the kiss slowly deepening into more perfection. Yamada was so completely and utterly lost in it.
What felt like a lifetime later, the kiss ended, both of them desperate for oxygen, breaking apart but keeping their fingers laced in each other's hair and clothing.
...Yamada's leg had somehow gotten around Yuto's waist. He wasn't really sure how that had happened. Honestly.
“Ryousuke...”
It was his first name. His real name. Somehow that just made an already perfect moment even more special.
“Yuto...” Yamada buried himself in Yuto's arms. “I...I'm sorry...I was so stupid...It...” He trailed off and pouted up at him.
Yuto just laughed, kissing his nose. “Kiss me again and I forgive you.”
“Call me Ryousuke and you can have all the kisses you want.”
“Deal.”
That was how Yamada discovered the one perfect way to kiss someone.
You had to love them first.
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A/N: I have been WAITING to write more Yamajima. The world needs more yamajima. The hell to Yamachii...>>;; I just miss my OTP.