MEME~
So me and ilanabean42 were spamming the crap out of each other as per usual, right? We were discussing about writing styles and how recognizable writing styles are (and the way I’m totally psychic and realized what fic was hers in a heartbeat) and then she had this Idea.
ilanabean42: I wonder what would happen if JE fandom had one of those things where you post fic ( Read more... )
ilanabean42: I wonder what would happen if JE fandom had one of those things where you post fic ( Read more... )
Get everyone out of that room before I get there.
Shige bites his own lip (except less sexily) and wipes his nose with the back of his hand.
Unless you like that sort of thing--no? I didn't think so.
The secondhand on the clock ticks away as Tegoshi leans forward in his chair towards Shige's area. There's the slight smell of whatever fruity cologne Tegoshi uses, and Shige tries to inch away but he can only whimper, which doesn't exactly portray the message he wants, and Tegoshi cocks an eyebrow and reaches out for Shige's arm--
"Hey."
Tegoshi plops backwards on his chair as the door swings open and there stands Ryo, clad in practice outfit and smelling of sweat. Shige turns his gaze right around to stare at the opposite wall and surreptitiously wipes his face of all supposed nervousness, grin included.
"Tego, you're not supposed to be in here."
"Why not, Ryo-chan?"
"Because I'm going to use this room."
Another killer smile and Tegoshi has gathered his chips, magazine, and sparkles in both hands. "Can I come back?"
"Maybe."
"Okay. Bye, Shige," Tegoshi looks back towards the table and smiles brightly. "I'm going now!"
"Sure," Shige answers weakly, still avoiding Ryo at the door. "Bye."
As soon as the skips in the hallway have faded and the din of the air conditioning resumes its normal, defeaning level of volume, Ryo comes over to the table, picks up an abandoned chip and eats it slowly, nibble by nibble.
"So how was waiting for me?"
"I hate you," Shige moans, "and I was not waiting for you, if that's what it looks like, I was studying, and--"
"Okay," Ryo sighs, rolling his eyes. "Remember when we both agreed that it really sucks when we talk to each other? Can we just get to the point of this conversation?"
Shige looks blank. "Um--"
"You're so fucking retarded," Ryo says, taking Shige's chin in his hand. "We don't even need to agree on that for it to be true."
"Who's ret--"
But Ryo is kissing Shige on the lips, tongue sweeping away any coherency left in the boy, while his other hand grips the table like he needs all the support he can get.
As they pull apart, Shige finds enough breath to mutter something about the door.
"Locked," Ryo smirks, and pushes the book off the table as he makes room for himself on Shige's chair. "See, I'm smarter than you. Now shut up."
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