KeiRyu fic post!

Mar 01, 2008 19:07

Title: Balloon-Filled Sky
Author: Sky
Rating : PG-13
Author's Notes: This has been sitting on my computer for a week because I haven't got enough courage to read over something that I wrote. This probably won't ever be updated because I'm so embarrassed.

EDIT 17/11/08: Wow. I can see a great change in my writing style even in this past half a year! Perhaps I shall update it sometime? <3 And mass-edit it as well because I don't really like it anymore. I'm also not embarrassed nowadays haha.


Chapter 1:

It was all Ryuichi’s fault. The way he walked, the way his hair bounced, the way his smile seemed to make the day seem all that brighter.

The PV shooting wasn’t going as planned. First, the sky was too grey and the wind too fierce, which made the stylist so mad at the way their hair was cast into disarray. Then, they were told that they would have to have more make-up applied because the current layer didn’t suit the lighting. And then, later in their dressing room, when he was practicing the dance, he was all left feet, and Ryohei gave him that look that said, ‘you can’t hide from me. I know all’.

But it was all Ryuichi’s fault.

Really.

He didn’t have to be eating that chocolate éclair in that completely *suggestive* way that made little Keita call to attention. He was ever so grateful for baggy pants.

And so, when he excused himself to the bathroom, tomato red in the face, he tripped over Ryu’s pile of stuff in his haste.

Which was unfortunate.

Because he landed on Ryuichi, his hands splayed on either side of his friend’s head.

With his hard-on digging into the other’s stomach.

That’s when Ryohei started cackling in the corner, and Ryuichi just had to start whining, “Keitaa! Take you stuff out of your pants before you dance! It really hurts!” He proceeded to stick his hands into Keita’s pockets in attempt to remove whatever was sticking into him. Keita’s body froze and his mind went blank when Ryuichi’s hands dipped so close to his… problem.

“Where the hell is it? It’s so big and…” He trailed off. The younger dancer had a look on his face that startled Keita out of his numbness into a mild state of panic. Ryuichi pushed him off gently until Keita was straddling his waist and *looked* with a growing blush on hi face.

“Uhh…” Keita gurgled, even more blood rushing to his face as surprise, embarrassment and amusement danced in Ryuichi’s eyes. He scrambled off his shorter friend and practically ran out the room.

It was all Ryuichi’s fault.

oOoOo

“Ne, Ryohei?” Ryuichi began. Ryohei looked up.

“Yes?” he replied.

“What’s going on with Keita?”

Ryohei’s face grew into a smug expression that faintly scared Ryuichi.

“Well, you know what happed just then?”

Ryuichi went red and murmured a “yes…”

The older man’s voice dropped into a stage whisper. “I think he likes you.”

Ryuichi sweat-dropped and shoved Ryohei a little.

“Ha ha, very funny. I’m going to go find some more food.” His eyes lit up. “I hope there’s still some tempura left!” With that, he bounced off out the room and towards the food tables.

Ryohei, left to his own devices, grinned. “They are so perfect for each other” he murmured to himself.

oOoOo

The PV shooting had begun smoothly after the weather had gotten a little better. Keita still couldn’t look Ryuichi in the eye for more than a millisecond, Ryuichi himself was going around with a “I’m a puppy and Keita kicked me!” face, while Ryohei was contemplating whether or not to hatch a brilliant plan to get his two idiot friends together.

It was the morning/afternoon of the day after a long night of shooting. They had all decided to spend the day at Keita’s apartment, because Ryuichi’s sister was visiting and had some interesting (dangerous) objects lying around, and Ryohei’s place was too boring to suit Ryuichi comfortably. Currently, Ryohei and Keita were waiting for Ryuichi to turn up, and were just lying around doing nothing much until he decided to arrive. It was already 2 o’clock and he was an hour late. Ryohei, who was sprawled on the floor, turned his head so he was facing Keita.

“Keita?” he asked. The taller vocalist didn’t move from his position on the couch, but hummed to show he was listening.

“Do you have any lollypops?”

Keita looked at friend with a raised eyebrow, but gestured towards his pantry. Ryohei got up and helped himself to a sweet, and stowed another one away in his jacket pocket for his brilliant plan.

There was a stomp of shoes outside Keita’s apartment and a key slid into the lock, opening the door to reveal a very tousled, sleepy-looking Ryuichi dressed in a simple black t-shirt, baggy cargo pants and sunglasses.

Closing the door and yawning, he said, “Sorry I’m late. Slept in.” as way of explanation. Unaware of the whereabouts of his friends, he unceremoniously flopped onto the couch.

The couch Keita happened to be sprawled across.

Ryuichi felt a difference in the shape and softness of the couch and opened his eyes a crack. He met his older friend’s surprised expression and did a quick (lethargically slow) mental calculation.

Coming to the conclusion that he wouldn’t be pushed off, he yawned and simply snuggled against Keita’s chest, noticing but not really caring that the heartbeat against his ear was racing.

In the kitchen, Ryohei looked in interest at Keita’s stunned expression and wisely decided against commenting. Making his way back to the living room, he sat himself on an armchair near the pairs’ feet and shared an exasperated look with Keita, who shrugged (as much as he could).

“We’ve had a late night. Let him sleep.” Ryohei said softly.

“Mmm.” Keita replied.

“Actually,” the oldest w-inds member began, “I’m a little tired myself.” He leant back and closed his eyes, pretending to sleep, when in actual fact, he was waiting for his friend to drift off so he could start his plotting.

Keita, on the other hand, was still slightly reeling form the sensations of Ryuichi’s body pressing against his own. Nervously, he wrapped his arms around the younger man and tried to slow his heartbeat to something that was considered a normal rate. He looked up to see Ryohei with his eyes closed, asleep. He hesitated before running a hand through Ryuichi’s hair, which incited a happy murmur and brought a smile to Keita’s lips.

Planting a kiss on top of Ryuichi’s head, he wrapped his arms around him tightly, and drifted off to sleep…

... Unaware that Ryohei was still awake and scheming in the chair a mere meter away from him.

keiryu, lovelove

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