Colorblind (Kame/Ohno)
Title: Colorblind
Pairing: Kame/Ohno
Rating: PG-13
Beta: ryo_pyon
Summary: Kame finds out that there are eight steps to his happiness. Each of them equally unique, alluring and beautiful.
Note: Written for fazlyn_n for kame_exchange.
Step 1: The first encounter: Like sunshine on your skin. Like summer rain against your face. Like an ocean’s storm in your heart.
It was April when Kame fell for Ohno. The 14th of April. It was a warm day, the first really warm day of spring. A day you could walk through without wearing a jacket, a light sweater was enough. Daring, as Kame was, he even left his sweater at home, letting the sun shine on his pale arms. He never really tanned, he needed his soft pale colors because he thought it would harm his beauty when he got too tan, other than Yamapi or Ryo, who could sunbathe as much as they wanted. But Kame was pretty, while they were manly. That’s what their fans saw in them and Kame had always taken his fans seriously. Hence, he was careful with sunbathing, using crèmes with high sun protection and rather lying in the shadow than in the sun. He wasn’t too much into water sports though he loved ball sports. And he didn’t really love the sea either, it scared him.
This time though his paleness came from the long and cold winter and from the flu he had just caught two weeks ago. It wasn’t a healthy paleness, Kame was happy that he could go out a bit, let the sunshine tickle his skin and warm him up.
Strangely, this day he felt like seeing the ocean. He had been visiting his relatives and the beach was one hour away by foot. Kame smiled slightly when he walked through the warm wind towards the wide, sandy beach.
Once he was there, he dropped into the sand, stretching and curling around in it, feeling it warm against his toes and legs, letting it run through his fingers. It was beautiful. When he looked at the ocean, the sea was calm, just a very few waves. Almost too calm. It was mysterious.
Kame started to dream of beautiful fairies and a good-looking, hot prince, with a charming smile and nice abs, not on a horse, but driving an Aston Martin. Kame sitting right next to him, the window open, wind blowing through his hair.
Strangely the wind got stronger and stronger, much to Kame’s displeasure and when he tried to close the window, it didn’t work; the wind was too strong.
Kame woke up. Realizing that the wind indeed was real. And not only the wind - with a glimpse to the sky he saw it: Dark clouds hovering above him, before they let out their anger on him. Thick water drops dropping down on him, heavy on his skin. It took them only a few moments and he was wet through and through.
And cold.
Then suddenly someone was next to him, grabbing his arm and forcing him to get up. Brown and warm eyes sparkling angrily.
“What are you doing here, Kamenashi-kun!? Sitting here in the rain? It’s not a simple thunderstorm, kid, that’s a storm. Really, did you lose your mind or what?”
For the first time ever Kame saw Ohno seriously angry. And it sent tingles through his body. Ohno looked mad, and hot.
Step 2: Falling in love: Like a summer breeze brushing through your hair, like a butterfly touching your cheek, like fresh-made cupcakes with strawberry flavour
They hadn’t gotten together immediately after the beach-incident, of course. Instead Ohno had dragged Kame to his hotel close to the beach and had forced him to take a hot shower.
“Really, you,” Ohno was still sounding grumpy, but much calmer than before. “Sitting in the rain, at the beach. Didn’t your parents teach you that it’s dangerous to do such a thing?”
“Sorry.” A genuine apologetic smile curled up around Kame’s lips. He was looking at Ohno’s face, taking in its features. There were tiny wrinkles around his eyes, and now that he was angry, his eyebrows were furrowed. Though by now his expression was softening a bit. Kame had never really paid attention to Ohno, he had always liked pretty when it came to men. And Ohno had never really caught his attention, not till now, because the moment he looked into these brown, warm eyes, he felt like falling. The wings on his back were fluttering like crazy, but still, he was falling, dropping down deep into this deep blue ocean called attraction.
Ohno was attractive.
Kame pulled his gaze away, blushing slightly. “I need a towel,” he stuttered. “And, well…” he looked down at his dripping clothes.
Ohno chuckled. “It’s okay. I’ll give you some of mine.” His eyes were soft suddenly, the anger gone. “Once you changed, let’s go for dinner.”
Kame nodded his head, still feeling embarrassed. He hurried into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Then he dropped down on the floor, leaning his head against the wall. “Shit,” he mumbled. And suddenly he felt like a 15-year old teenager again.
Ohno had beautiful eyes, hadn’t he? Kind eyes. A soft voice that could sound so mesmerizing when he was singing. He was not exactly Prince Charming in a white Aston Martin, but he was charming, just in his very own unique way.
Kame had never seen Ohno properly, he had never been interested, but now after Ohno had saved him from the rain, after he had helped him and invited him. And looked at him through those beautiful brown eyes, he felt how his knees were shivering.
And when he had been angry earlier he had looked so hot.
A teenager. 15 years old. Really.
Step 3: The first kiss: Like popcorn cooked in melted butter, like vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce, like fresh mint drops with a grain of sugar.
Ohno let out a sigh of admiration. “I love Van Gogh.”
Kame could only nod with his head. When Ohno had invited him to visit the newest art exhibition in Shibuya, he had agreed of course, even though he knew close to nothing about art.
“I love Van Gogh too,” Kame lied.
“Really?” Ohno sounded surprise, a little amused smile around his lips. “Which picture do you like the most?”
Kame swallowed down the knot in his throat, thanking God for turning him into a perfectionist. Because before he went to this date with Ohno he had tried to gather some information about some artists, including Van Gogh - since it was a Van Gogh exhibition. He had gathered this information by calling Pi, who had only grunted into the phone that if you don’t want some sex-advice, than I won’t be of any help. Call Ryo, he knows more about other things, not only sex.
He had called Ryo and really, Ryo - though being annoyed to be called at 2AM (Kame had been too much into his studies to realize the late hour) - had helped him quite a lot.
“A Starry Night,” he finally answered warily, hoping that he had remembered the title correctly.
Ohno’s eyes lit up a bit. “Of course, that’s a wonderful painting.” He looked at Kame in interest. “Do you also know anything about his earlier work? I’ve always been interested in his time in Paris for example.”
“Oh,” Kame nodded. “Me too. I like…” He tried to remember what Ryo had told him, trying to recall names and titles of paintings. But his head was empty. The only title that came to his mind was: “The blue rider.”
Ohno blinked for a moment, looking at Kame’s face insistently, then he chuckled. “Kamenashi-kun. The Blue Rider is a painting by Wassily Kandinsky, not Van Gogh.”
“Oh.” Kame blushed so deeply that he felt like in a sauna at the moment. Waves of heat and nervousness flooding him. Then he bowed out of a sudden. “Sorry,” he apologized. “I don’t know anything about art. I’m totally useless, really.”
He blushed even deeper when he looked at Ohno again, something in his stomach tugging at him painfully. Okay, this here was getting out of his hands.
He turned around to rush away, leaving a totally surprised Ohno behind.
“Hey.”
Kame looked up in surprise. He hadn’t thought that Ohno would look for him. “Hi.”
“Really,” Ohno looked aggravated. “Why are you always choosing the most impossible places? This garden is not for visitors.”
Kame blinked, looking around. He hadn’t seen any signs that told him to stay out of it. “But,” he mumbled shyly. “There were no signs. And, if I think properly now, there aren’t even visitors.”
Ohno sighed, sitting down next to Kame on the bench. “They will rebuild a miniature of Van Gogh’s house here, that’s why the garden is not allowed for visitors. And there are no visitors because they are opening next week, not today.”
Kame frowned, before he turned his head to look at Ohno in surprise. “What?” He widened his eyes. “The exhibition opens next week? Why are we here then?” To his surprise Ohno blushed slightly now, his eyes wary out of a sudden. But soon his gaze was calm again, his expression even.
“I thought it would be more fun to be alone with you.”
“But I don’t know anything about art,” Kame admitted silently.
Ohno chuckled. “That’s okay.”
Kame almost jumped in surprise when Ohno suddenly leaned forward, capturing his lips with a kiss. One moment later he had gathered his senses, leaning into this kiss and the tender touches of Ohno’s fingers. His hands were touching Ohno’s cheeks, before they moved back through his hair.
Ohno liked him too.
And once more Kame felt like a 15 year old teenager.
Step 4: The first little tingles of lust: Like peanut butter with banana cream, like the heavy sweet scent of a rose, like a scary ride with the roller coaster.
It’s been three months since they had met at the ocean. And 3 weeks since their first kiss. From then on they had kissed a lot. If not all the time. Reluctantly, Kame had met up with other friends and only because Ueda had complained to him that he was about to turn into a lovey-dovey dude who couldn’t be without his cute boyfriend longer than an hour.
So he went out with them. Them as in Ryo, Sho, Pi and Jun… Ohno was jealous as hell.
It was new for Kame to actually see Ohno like that, nervous and jealous and possessive. He pretended to be annoyed, but secretly he enjoyed it.
OHNO WAS JEALOUS. Damn, yes!
It was this little sign Kame had waited for. This little proof that would tell him that Ohno truly fell for him. And now that he was so jealous, Kame knew it: Ohno definitely liked him.
At that evening he played with Ohno a bit, sending short and absent-minded messages while he was secretly clinging to his phone, until Ryo looked at him, his eyebrows pulled up in a suggestive way. Kame blushed. Ryo had always had a sense for these things.
Hence Kame tried to tease Ohno more secretly. He even sent him a message with a photo of all of them. Pi was sitting next to him, an arm around his shoulder.
This evening when Kame came home, feeling totally happy and cheerful, a surprise awaited him.
The moment he closed the door, he could feel it. Two arms pulling him into a tight hug out of a sudden, holding him. “You know,” Ohno complained. “It’s not fun without you. And your friends are stupid.”
Kame chuckled. “They are also your friends.”
“Whatever.”
Kame smiled brightly, wrapping his arms around Ohno’s neck. “You are hot when you are being all possessive.”
“Yeah?” Ohno pulled an eyebrow up, his hands moving down Kame’s back towards his butt, squeezing it slightly.
“Very hot,” Kame repeated.
Ohno chuckled, his lips moving over Kame’s neck. The slight vibration sent shivers through Kame’s body. “Good to know.”
Kame wondered if he had ever wanted someone like he wanted Ohno. It was something about this guy that made him almost go insane with want. He wanted to feel Ohno’s touches on his skin, his fingers on his body, his hot skin against his. He wanted to feel him inside, feel the pain and the pleasure. He wanted him.
To his relief he got what he wanted, because Ohno was willing to give him all he had. It was an amazing first time.
Kame was happy when he fell asleep next to Ohno, already dreaming of the many possibilities they had, about the many things they could do in bed. It already went so well between them during their first time, so it was a promising start.
He couldn’t await it to get to know Ohno’s body properly. Because it was beautiful and Kame had always had a sense for beauty.
Step 5: First time in your boyfriend’s apartment: Like home-made ramen with lots of vegetables, like drinking a glass of red wine on the balcony, like leaning against the window to watch the sunset.
The reason why Kame had never been in Ohno’s apartment, though they were together for half a year now, was a simple one: His apartment was way closer to the agency than Ohno’s and it was in a more hidden area so that they could meet up easily.
But at one point he wanted to see where Ohno was living.
The part of the city Ohno was living in was a busy one. Definitely a fancy area. But not calm-fancy like the area around Kame’s apartment, rather: loud and busy.
Kame loved fancy things, so he was definitely approving of this place. Lots of interesting shops, good restaurants and a nice park. Though it was fancy, it wasn’t too much. It was more like a secret place than something everyone knew about. Like a place artists would meet up. Little music shops all around, lots of exhibitions. It definitely fit Ohno.
When he opened the door to Ohno’s apartment he felt a nervous and excited twitching in his stomach.
For exactly 10 seconds. Then he saw the catastrophe in front of him. It felt like the world was stopping to move - in a bad way.
Ohno held Kame’s hand while he led him through his apartment. “Your sofa,” Kame whispered. “Where did you buy that from?”
“Garage sale,” Ohno explained.
GARAGE SALE!? Kame felt like fainting. Someone else had already been sitting on that? Eat crisps and sweets while watching TV? Maybe even had sex on it?
“And your bed? Also from a garage sale?” Kame tried to sound fun and casual, while secretly he was shivering in fear that Ohno could say yes now.
“No.”
For a moment Kame felt relieved…
“Got it from my brother.”
…just to turn back into being shocked again. From his brother… SOMEONE ELSE HAD SEX IN THIS BED! It didn’t matter if it was Ohno’s brother or a stranger, but someone else did it there!
“Want something to drink?”
“Please,” Kame whispered. “A beer. Or some whisky.”
“It’s 2PM,” Ohno argued in surprise.
“Yes, whatever…”
“Okay,” Ohno chuckled and to Kame’s horror he removed some tape from the kitchen door so that it opened. “Door isn’t closing properly anymore, you know?”
“Aha.” Kame’s voice sounded flat, his smile strained, but he loved Ohno so he tried to keep his composure. “I see.”
“And every time you want to use the dishwasher you have to switch off the fuse first and then switch it on again.”
“WHAT!?”
“Yeah… you see, I’m not into furniture and home appliances and stuff like that.” Ohno sounded almost embarrassed. “Oh and better don’t use my bathroom.”
“Why not?”
“My washing machine didn’t work, so it flooded parts of my bathroom… a bit. Still needs to get fixed.”
“OKAY THAT’S IT!”
Ohno looked at Kame in surprise. “What do you mean, Kazuya?” He touched the other’s arm affectionately.
Kame took a deep breath, before he grabbed Ohno’s face and kissed him heatedly. “We are moving in together. Now!”
“Eh? Here?” Ohno sounded amused and surprised at the same time.
Kame grinned. “Of course not! We’ll take my apartment or a new one. I like this area here after all, just your apartment is creeping me out.”
Ohno chuckled. “Who could say no to such a charming guy like you?”
“No one.” Kame smiled warmly, leaning against Ohno. “So are you in?”
“You mean, if I’m in to move into an apartment with you?”
Kame nodded his head, too nervous to look at Ohno directly. “Yeah.”
“Sure.”
Step 6: Fights: Like a slap to your face, like tears burning on your cheeks, like the never-ending rain in fall.
They decided to find a new apartment together while they kept their old ones - maybe they would need it to cover up in front of the press.
It was new for Kame to live together with someone. Different, interesting, difficult. Ohno was a very patient and calm person, but also quite strong-headed. He didn’t yell or raise his voice though, he didn’t need to. He could keep talking in his low voice and still make someone feel hurt.
Kame was the exact other way round. He was very passionate and active, he was stubborn and when he got angry or annoyed he would throw something towards Ohno.
Ohno hated the drama.
Kame loved it.
Ohno hated fights.
Kame needed it to fight.
Ohno loved sushi.
Kame preferred ramen.
Ohno could drink lots of whisky without getting drunk.
Kame only needed a tiny bit of wine to feel dizzy.
They were different, and it was only until they moved in together that Kame finally realized it. As they were living together he began to see the differences. But to his surprise it didn’t make him feel nervous or off.
It didn’t bother him. The fight, the arguments, they were manageable, because of Ohno and because he had done something amazing for them.
Ohno had thought of a way for them to deal with their differences, especially when it was about fighting.
When Kame had found out that Ohno hated fighting, and Ohno had found out that Kame was being difficult when angry or mad, Ohno had cleaned and cleared the little room, the one he and Kame didn’t use at all. There were only a few brooms in it, nothing else. It had white, high walls. Other than that, there was nothing interesting about it.
And the next time Kame yelled at Ohno because he hadn’t been listening to him (Which was true, by the way, Ohno had to admit that, though he never would in front of Kame) Ohno didn’t shake his head in disapproval or roll his eyes, because he hated this kind of arguments and thought of them as unnecessary - he genuinely believed that fighting was something that didn’t clean the air, but that made it worse Just a lazy-assed excuse in Kame’s eyes.
The guilty feeling afterwards, the awkwardness after one said things, he didn’t mean. So, one time when they had fought again and when this feeling appeared between them - the awkwardness, the guilt - Ohno handed Kame a brush.
“What?”
“Come,” he said softly, grabbing Kame’s arm to tug him to the small room he had cleaned up last week. It was empty now. Just in one corner there were little bottles, with all kind of different colors. “Paint the wall,” he explained calmly. “Use your feelings, your anger, and your dark mood and draw it on the wall.”
And Kame did. Together with Ohno. It didn’t matter that the colors on the wall didn’t match. That there wasn’t actually a picture or something one could look at in awe. But it was a wall full of emotions.
From that moment on, they did this every time they fought. Occasionally Ohno would paint one of the walls white again, because there was no place on it anymore. And every time he had to smile when he did so.
Step 7: Forgiving: Like rain dropping down on your arms, like the burning feeling in your throat after a sad movie, like the fresh air after a thunderstorm.
“You really like the rain, don’t you?”
Kame looked up at the sky, big raindrops falling down on his face. Heavy drops. They hurt on his skin. Then he felt how Ohno wrapped a jacket around him, his fingers - these beautiful fingers Kame loved so much - wiping away the raindrop on his cheeks. Ohno bent forward, placing a kiss on them, then he sighed slightly. It tasted salty “You were crying.” A pause. “Sorry.”
Kame sighed when Ohno pulled him into a tight hug. “Sorry,” he repeated. “I didn’t mean it like that. You are wonderful and a treasure of my life. Without you everything would be pale and boring.”
Kame smiled slightly. “Why is it,” he mused. “that you are able to come up with such things whenever I need to hear them?”
“It’s a rare gift,” Ohno chuckled. “And I can repeat them as often as you want to hear them.”
“Yeah?”
“Sure.”
Kame looked at Ohno warily. “You love me, right?”
For a moment Ohno blinked, then he had to smile, his lips kissing Kame’s forehead softly. “Of course I love you.”
Step 8: Future: Like a walk with your love through a quiet park, like watching the sunset while sitting on the top of a hill, like opening one’s arms to feel the wind.
When Kame turned around in their bed, snuggling up to Ohno, he had to smile. In his sleep he had this dream, about him and Ohno, walking down the road together as old men. It was a bit scary, yet beautiful. The dream that he would still be together with Ohno, even in 10 years, 20, 50 years.
Forever.
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Pairing: Kame/Ohno
Rating: PG-13
Beta: ryo_pyon
Summary: Kame finds out that there are eight steps to his happiness. Each of them equally unique, alluring and beautiful.
Note: Written for fazlyn_n for kame_exchange.
Step 1: The first encounter: Like sunshine on your skin. Like summer rain against your face. Like an ocean’s storm in your heart.
It was April when Kame fell for Ohno. The 14th of April. It was a warm day, the first really warm day of spring. A day you could walk through without wearing a jacket, a light sweater was enough. Daring, as Kame was, he even left his sweater at home, letting the sun shine on his pale arms. He never really tanned, he needed his soft pale colors because he thought it would harm his beauty when he got too tan, other than Yamapi or Ryo, who could sunbathe as much as they wanted. But Kame was pretty, while they were manly. That’s what their fans saw in them and Kame had always taken his fans seriously. Hence, he was careful with sunbathing, using crèmes with high sun protection and rather lying in the shadow than in the sun. He wasn’t too much into water sports though he loved ball sports. And he didn’t really love the sea either, it scared him.
This time though his paleness came from the long and cold winter and from the flu he had just caught two weeks ago. It wasn’t a healthy paleness, Kame was happy that he could go out a bit, let the sunshine tickle his skin and warm him up.
Strangely, this day he felt like seeing the ocean. He had been visiting his relatives and the beach was one hour away by foot. Kame smiled slightly when he walked through the warm wind towards the wide, sandy beach.
Once he was there, he dropped into the sand, stretching and curling around in it, feeling it warm against his toes and legs, letting it run through his fingers. It was beautiful. When he looked at the ocean, the sea was calm, just a very few waves. Almost too calm. It was mysterious.
Kame started to dream of beautiful fairies and a good-looking, hot prince, with a charming smile and nice abs, not on a horse, but driving an Aston Martin. Kame sitting right next to him, the window open, wind blowing through his hair.
Strangely the wind got stronger and stronger, much to Kame’s displeasure and when he tried to close the window, it didn’t work; the wind was too strong.
Kame woke up. Realizing that the wind indeed was real. And not only the wind - with a glimpse to the sky he saw it: Dark clouds hovering above him, before they let out their anger on him. Thick water drops dropping down on him, heavy on his skin. It took them only a few moments and he was wet through and through.
And cold.
Then suddenly someone was next to him, grabbing his arm and forcing him to get up. Brown and warm eyes sparkling angrily.
“What are you doing here, Kamenashi-kun!? Sitting here in the rain? It’s not a simple thunderstorm, kid, that’s a storm. Really, did you lose your mind or what?”
For the first time ever Kame saw Ohno seriously angry. And it sent tingles through his body. Ohno looked mad, and hot.
Step 2: Falling in love: Like a summer breeze brushing through your hair, like a butterfly touching your cheek, like fresh-made cupcakes with strawberry flavour
They hadn’t gotten together immediately after the beach-incident, of course. Instead Ohno had dragged Kame to his hotel close to the beach and had forced him to take a hot shower.
“Really, you,” Ohno was still sounding grumpy, but much calmer than before. “Sitting in the rain, at the beach. Didn’t your parents teach you that it’s dangerous to do such a thing?”
“Sorry.” A genuine apologetic smile curled up around Kame’s lips. He was looking at Ohno’s face, taking in its features. There were tiny wrinkles around his eyes, and now that he was angry, his eyebrows were furrowed. Though by now his expression was softening a bit. Kame had never really paid attention to Ohno, he had always liked pretty when it came to men. And Ohno had never really caught his attention, not till now, because the moment he looked into these brown, warm eyes, he felt like falling. The wings on his back were fluttering like crazy, but still, he was falling, dropping down deep into this deep blue ocean called attraction.
Ohno was attractive.
Kame pulled his gaze away, blushing slightly. “I need a towel,” he stuttered. “And, well…” he looked down at his dripping clothes.
Ohno chuckled. “It’s okay. I’ll give you some of mine.” His eyes were soft suddenly, the anger gone. “Once you changed, let’s go for dinner.”
Kame nodded his head, still feeling embarrassed. He hurried into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Then he dropped down on the floor, leaning his head against the wall. “Shit,” he mumbled. And suddenly he felt like a 15-year old teenager again.
Ohno had beautiful eyes, hadn’t he? Kind eyes. A soft voice that could sound so mesmerizing when he was singing. He was not exactly Prince Charming in a white Aston Martin, but he was charming, just in his very own unique way.
Kame had never seen Ohno properly, he had never been interested, but now after Ohno had saved him from the rain, after he had helped him and invited him. And looked at him through those beautiful brown eyes, he felt how his knees were shivering.
And when he had been angry earlier he had looked so hot.
A teenager. 15 years old. Really.
Step 3: The first kiss: Like popcorn cooked in melted butter, like vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce, like fresh mint drops with a grain of sugar.
Ohno let out a sigh of admiration. “I love Van Gogh.”
Kame could only nod with his head. When Ohno had invited him to visit the newest art exhibition in Shibuya, he had agreed of course, even though he knew close to nothing about art.
“I love Van Gogh too,” Kame lied.
“Really?” Ohno sounded surprise, a little amused smile around his lips. “Which picture do you like the most?”
Kame swallowed down the knot in his throat, thanking God for turning him into a perfectionist. Because before he went to this date with Ohno he had tried to gather some information about some artists, including Van Gogh - since it was a Van Gogh exhibition. He had gathered this information by calling Pi, who had only grunted into the phone that if you don’t want some sex-advice, than I won’t be of any help. Call Ryo, he knows more about other things, not only sex.
He had called Ryo and really, Ryo - though being annoyed to be called at 2AM (Kame had been too much into his studies to realize the late hour) - had helped him quite a lot.
“A Starry Night,” he finally answered warily, hoping that he had remembered the title correctly.
Ohno’s eyes lit up a bit. “Of course, that’s a wonderful painting.” He looked at Kame in interest. “Do you also know anything about his earlier work? I’ve always been interested in his time in Paris for example.”
“Oh,” Kame nodded. “Me too. I like…” He tried to remember what Ryo had told him, trying to recall names and titles of paintings. But his head was empty. The only title that came to his mind was: “The blue rider.”
Ohno blinked for a moment, looking at Kame’s face insistently, then he chuckled. “Kamenashi-kun. The Blue Rider is a painting by Wassily Kandinsky, not Van Gogh.”
“Oh.” Kame blushed so deeply that he felt like in a sauna at the moment. Waves of heat and nervousness flooding him. Then he bowed out of a sudden. “Sorry,” he apologized. “I don’t know anything about art. I’m totally useless, really.”
He blushed even deeper when he looked at Ohno again, something in his stomach tugging at him painfully. Okay, this here was getting out of his hands.
He turned around to rush away, leaving a totally surprised Ohno behind.
“Hey.”
Kame looked up in surprise. He hadn’t thought that Ohno would look for him. “Hi.”
“Really,” Ohno looked aggravated. “Why are you always choosing the most impossible places? This garden is not for visitors.”
Kame blinked, looking around. He hadn’t seen any signs that told him to stay out of it. “But,” he mumbled shyly. “There were no signs. And, if I think properly now, there aren’t even visitors.”
Ohno sighed, sitting down next to Kame on the bench. “They will rebuild a miniature of Van Gogh’s house here, that’s why the garden is not allowed for visitors. And there are no visitors because they are opening next week, not today.”
Kame frowned, before he turned his head to look at Ohno in surprise. “What?” He widened his eyes. “The exhibition opens next week? Why are we here then?” To his surprise Ohno blushed slightly now, his eyes wary out of a sudden. But soon his gaze was calm again, his expression even.
“I thought it would be more fun to be alone with you.”
“But I don’t know anything about art,” Kame admitted silently.
Ohno chuckled. “That’s okay.”
Kame almost jumped in surprise when Ohno suddenly leaned forward, capturing his lips with a kiss. One moment later he had gathered his senses, leaning into this kiss and the tender touches of Ohno’s fingers. His hands were touching Ohno’s cheeks, before they moved back through his hair.
Ohno liked him too.
And once more Kame felt like a 15 year old teenager.
Step 4: The first little tingles of lust: Like peanut butter with banana cream, like the heavy sweet scent of a rose, like a scary ride with the roller coaster.
It’s been three months since they had met at the ocean. And 3 weeks since their first kiss. From then on they had kissed a lot. If not all the time. Reluctantly, Kame had met up with other friends and only because Ueda had complained to him that he was about to turn into a lovey-dovey dude who couldn’t be without his cute boyfriend longer than an hour.
So he went out with them. Them as in Ryo, Sho, Pi and Jun… Ohno was jealous as hell.
It was new for Kame to actually see Ohno like that, nervous and jealous and possessive. He pretended to be annoyed, but secretly he enjoyed it.
OHNO WAS JEALOUS. Damn, yes!
It was this little sign Kame had waited for. This little proof that would tell him that Ohno truly fell for him. And now that he was so jealous, Kame knew it: Ohno definitely liked him.
At that evening he played with Ohno a bit, sending short and absent-minded messages while he was secretly clinging to his phone, until Ryo looked at him, his eyebrows pulled up in a suggestive way. Kame blushed. Ryo had always had a sense for these things.
Hence Kame tried to tease Ohno more secretly. He even sent him a message with a photo of all of them. Pi was sitting next to him, an arm around his shoulder.
This evening when Kame came home, feeling totally happy and cheerful, a surprise awaited him.
The moment he closed the door, he could feel it. Two arms pulling him into a tight hug out of a sudden, holding him. “You know,” Ohno complained. “It’s not fun without you. And your friends are stupid.”
Kame chuckled. “They are also your friends.”
“Whatever.”
Kame smiled brightly, wrapping his arms around Ohno’s neck. “You are hot when you are being all possessive.”
“Yeah?” Ohno pulled an eyebrow up, his hands moving down Kame’s back towards his butt, squeezing it slightly.
“Very hot,” Kame repeated.
Ohno chuckled, his lips moving over Kame’s neck. The slight vibration sent shivers through Kame’s body. “Good to know.”
Kame wondered if he had ever wanted someone like he wanted Ohno. It was something about this guy that made him almost go insane with want. He wanted to feel Ohno’s touches on his skin, his fingers on his body, his hot skin against his. He wanted to feel him inside, feel the pain and the pleasure. He wanted him.
To his relief he got what he wanted, because Ohno was willing to give him all he had. It was an amazing first time.
Kame was happy when he fell asleep next to Ohno, already dreaming of the many possibilities they had, about the many things they could do in bed. It already went so well between them during their first time, so it was a promising start.
He couldn’t await it to get to know Ohno’s body properly. Because it was beautiful and Kame had always had a sense for beauty.
Step 5: First time in your boyfriend’s apartment: Like home-made ramen with lots of vegetables, like drinking a glass of red wine on the balcony, like leaning against the window to watch the sunset.
The reason why Kame had never been in Ohno’s apartment, though they were together for half a year now, was a simple one: His apartment was way closer to the agency than Ohno’s and it was in a more hidden area so that they could meet up easily.
But at one point he wanted to see where Ohno was living.
The part of the city Ohno was living in was a busy one. Definitely a fancy area. But not calm-fancy like the area around Kame’s apartment, rather: loud and busy.
Kame loved fancy things, so he was definitely approving of this place. Lots of interesting shops, good restaurants and a nice park. Though it was fancy, it wasn’t too much. It was more like a secret place than something everyone knew about. Like a place artists would meet up. Little music shops all around, lots of exhibitions. It definitely fit Ohno.
When he opened the door to Ohno’s apartment he felt a nervous and excited twitching in his stomach.
For exactly 10 seconds. Then he saw the catastrophe in front of him. It felt like the world was stopping to move - in a bad way.
Ohno held Kame’s hand while he led him through his apartment. “Your sofa,” Kame whispered. “Where did you buy that from?”
“Garage sale,” Ohno explained.
GARAGE SALE!? Kame felt like fainting. Someone else had already been sitting on that? Eat crisps and sweets while watching TV? Maybe even had sex on it?
“And your bed? Also from a garage sale?” Kame tried to sound fun and casual, while secretly he was shivering in fear that Ohno could say yes now.
“No.”
For a moment Kame felt relieved…
“Got it from my brother.”
…just to turn back into being shocked again. From his brother… SOMEONE ELSE HAD SEX IN THIS BED! It didn’t matter if it was Ohno’s brother or a stranger, but someone else did it there!
“Want something to drink?”
“Please,” Kame whispered. “A beer. Or some whisky.”
“It’s 2PM,” Ohno argued in surprise.
“Yes, whatever…”
“Okay,” Ohno chuckled and to Kame’s horror he removed some tape from the kitchen door so that it opened. “Door isn’t closing properly anymore, you know?”
“Aha.” Kame’s voice sounded flat, his smile strained, but he loved Ohno so he tried to keep his composure. “I see.”
“And every time you want to use the dishwasher you have to switch off the fuse first and then switch it on again.”
“WHAT!?”
“Yeah… you see, I’m not into furniture and home appliances and stuff like that.” Ohno sounded almost embarrassed. “Oh and better don’t use my bathroom.”
“Why not?”
“My washing machine didn’t work, so it flooded parts of my bathroom… a bit. Still needs to get fixed.”
“OKAY THAT’S IT!”
Ohno looked at Kame in surprise. “What do you mean, Kazuya?” He touched the other’s arm affectionately.
Kame took a deep breath, before he grabbed Ohno’s face and kissed him heatedly. “We are moving in together. Now!”
“Eh? Here?” Ohno sounded amused and surprised at the same time.
Kame grinned. “Of course not! We’ll take my apartment or a new one. I like this area here after all, just your apartment is creeping me out.”
Ohno chuckled. “Who could say no to such a charming guy like you?”
“No one.” Kame smiled warmly, leaning against Ohno. “So are you in?”
“You mean, if I’m in to move into an apartment with you?”
Kame nodded his head, too nervous to look at Ohno directly. “Yeah.”
“Sure.”
Step 6: Fights: Like a slap to your face, like tears burning on your cheeks, like the never-ending rain in fall.
They decided to find a new apartment together while they kept their old ones - maybe they would need it to cover up in front of the press.
It was new for Kame to live together with someone. Different, interesting, difficult. Ohno was a very patient and calm person, but also quite strong-headed. He didn’t yell or raise his voice though, he didn’t need to. He could keep talking in his low voice and still make someone feel hurt.
Kame was the exact other way round. He was very passionate and active, he was stubborn and when he got angry or annoyed he would throw something towards Ohno.
Ohno hated the drama.
Kame loved it.
Ohno hated fights.
Kame needed it to fight.
Ohno loved sushi.
Kame preferred ramen.
Ohno could drink lots of whisky without getting drunk.
Kame only needed a tiny bit of wine to feel dizzy.
They were different, and it was only until they moved in together that Kame finally realized it. As they were living together he began to see the differences. But to his surprise it didn’t make him feel nervous or off.
It didn’t bother him. The fight, the arguments, they were manageable, because of Ohno and because he had done something amazing for them.
Ohno had thought of a way for them to deal with their differences, especially when it was about fighting.
When Kame had found out that Ohno hated fighting, and Ohno had found out that Kame was being difficult when angry or mad, Ohno had cleaned and cleared the little room, the one he and Kame didn’t use at all. There were only a few brooms in it, nothing else. It had white, high walls. Other than that, there was nothing interesting about it.
And the next time Kame yelled at Ohno because he hadn’t been listening to him (Which was true, by the way, Ohno had to admit that, though he never would in front of Kame) Ohno didn’t shake his head in disapproval or roll his eyes, because he hated this kind of arguments and thought of them as unnecessary - he genuinely believed that fighting was something that didn’t clean the air, but that made it worse Just a lazy-assed excuse in Kame’s eyes.
The guilty feeling afterwards, the awkwardness after one said things, he didn’t mean. So, one time when they had fought again and when this feeling appeared between them - the awkwardness, the guilt - Ohno handed Kame a brush.
“What?”
“Come,” he said softly, grabbing Kame’s arm to tug him to the small room he had cleaned up last week. It was empty now. Just in one corner there were little bottles, with all kind of different colors. “Paint the wall,” he explained calmly. “Use your feelings, your anger, and your dark mood and draw it on the wall.”
And Kame did. Together with Ohno. It didn’t matter that the colors on the wall didn’t match. That there wasn’t actually a picture or something one could look at in awe. But it was a wall full of emotions.
From that moment on, they did this every time they fought. Occasionally Ohno would paint one of the walls white again, because there was no place on it anymore. And every time he had to smile when he did so.
Step 7: Forgiving: Like rain dropping down on your arms, like the burning feeling in your throat after a sad movie, like the fresh air after a thunderstorm.
“You really like the rain, don’t you?”
Kame looked up at the sky, big raindrops falling down on his face. Heavy drops. They hurt on his skin. Then he felt how Ohno wrapped a jacket around him, his fingers - these beautiful fingers Kame loved so much - wiping away the raindrop on his cheeks. Ohno bent forward, placing a kiss on them, then he sighed slightly. It tasted salty “You were crying.” A pause. “Sorry.”
Kame sighed when Ohno pulled him into a tight hug. “Sorry,” he repeated. “I didn’t mean it like that. You are wonderful and a treasure of my life. Without you everything would be pale and boring.”
Kame smiled slightly. “Why is it,” he mused. “that you are able to come up with such things whenever I need to hear them?”
“It’s a rare gift,” Ohno chuckled. “And I can repeat them as often as you want to hear them.”
“Yeah?”
“Sure.”
Kame looked at Ohno warily. “You love me, right?”
For a moment Ohno blinked, then he had to smile, his lips kissing Kame’s forehead softly. “Of course I love you.”
Step 8: Future: Like a walk with your love through a quiet park, like watching the sunset while sitting on the top of a hill, like opening one’s arms to feel the wind.
When Kame turned around in their bed, snuggling up to Ohno, he had to smile. In his sleep he had this dream, about him and Ohno, walking down the road together as old men. It was a bit scary, yet beautiful. The dream that he would still be together with Ohno, even in 10 years, 20, 50 years.
Forever.
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