JE Summer Kiss Meme
There seems to be a lack of anon memes lately in the fandom ... hence I'm posting this at the request of two very good friends. This is for you guys.
We would love to read some good tales about your favorite JE member getting it on in the rain, on the beach, at an airport or any place you can imagine. A kiss can be sweet, sultry sexy, even weird ( Read more... )
We would love to read some good tales about your favorite JE member getting it on in the rain, on the beach, at an airport or any place you can imagine. A kiss can be sweet, sultry sexy, even weird ( Read more... )
“Ryo,” Shige says, listening to the sound rolling across his tongue, and he smiles. Now only to get rid of the habit so firmly planted in his head. Nishi~ Ryo hates it, when he still slips time to time.
“Why are we here?” Shige asks again, his feet digging into the sand. The still warm sand on the surface gives way to the cold layers deeper under. Shige huffs and wonders if it is easier to walk closer to the water where waves are reaching and lapping around Ryo’s ankles; he does not seem to leave almost any footsteps at all.
“I’ll be too busy all summer long. I wanted to go.”
“Hmm,” Shige nods and stops when Ryo does, watches his profile while Ryo watches the horizon, his brows furrowing. Shige was expecting for Ryo’s face to clear if anything. Another wave comes their way, and Shige makes a step forward then hisses a little when the water reaches him. His toes stiffen, and the water is colder than he thought. Ryo turns to look at him and his mood seems to improve right away as he looks at Shige who cannot decide if he wants to go back to boring through runny sand or stay close to the water and have his feet feeling rather cold.
“You should have told me we are going to the beach, I’d wear flip-flops. I hate walking in the sand bare footed,” Shige complains halfheartedly, deciding to plunge and cross the border to where water laps at the sand, small pebbles and Ryo’s feet all the time. Turning back would mean stepping away from Ryo too.
“That’s the spirit,” Ryo says teasingly and then glares to the sky and horizon. “Your negative energy is spoiling my fun, Shige. Look even the sky got all cloudy because of your complains. You can’t see a thing.”
“What would you like to see?” Shige asks amused. “Planes cruising the skies or something.” He cannot help to add.
“Sun setting down,” Ryo says quietly, watching their feet disappear in yet another wave. “And the stars and the moon. Maybe feel some summer breeze. But it’s cloudy, and the air is heavy. I wanted to get away from the sultriness.”
Ryo starts walking again, hands in his pockets, eyes down, watching his feet. Shige looks on, surprised by Ryo admitting to what one might call romantic plans of watching sunset and stargazing with Shige. He bites his lips when he realizes he would not protest at all. The next wave is huge and crushes into him, his legs wet up to his knees and higher now, the ends of his short pants sticking to his thighs. He shivers when a wind sweeps his hair, strong gust of wind, no summer breezy.
“Ryo,” he shouts and tries to catch up, running, toes digging even into the wet hard sand. But Ryo waits for him and gives him a toothy grin when Shige catches up.
“All the running has been paying off, huh?”
“It’s not like I could not run before,” Shige pouts. There is a thunderstorm, and Ryo shakes his fist to the sky instead of replying to Shige. There is a summer storm approaching.
“That should clear the air up for you,” Shige breaths out.
“And we should get back so we don’t get soaked,” Ryo sighs defeated. The car is quite far away by now, and the sky is getting darker by every second, huge dark shadows moving over their heads. Shige can already smell rain in the air, overriding even the salty aroma of the ocean.
“We should wait for it to pass,” Shige looks around, hopes to find some shelter. “That way you can stargaze afterwards.”
“Who said anything about stargazing? Shige, don’t be such a sap,” Ryo huffs and starts walking back.
Shige follows, but then he spots a small beach arbor, small, round, benches in a small circle. It is empty as the last people are hurrying off the beach, running away from the storm. The first drop falls onto Shige’s face, and he realizes that, soon, wet toes will be the last of his worries.
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“What the hell? Shige,” Ryo pulls in the opposite direction. Shige pulls towards the shelter, but Ryo keeps on resisting. The raindrops get bigger, they fall down harder, and Shige is a little mad. That stubborn man; they could have been hidden already. He pulls harder, and Ryo, probably surprised, stumbles forward.
“Ugh,” he huffs as he scrambles away from Shige’s chest. Shige wonders if he heard how frantic his heartbeat has become. He points to the arbor, and Ryo finally understands; he is the one pulling Shige now. They still end up all wet, water dripping from their hair, skin moist from ocean, sweat and rain, when they finally duck underneath the roof.
“I did not plan on taking a swim,” Shige says breathlessly. Running in the sand really does suck.
“That was lame, Shige,” Ryo says as he too is trying to calm down his breathing.
Only after another minute or two of silence, Shige realizes they are still holding hands, his palm sweating against Ryo’s, the skin warm, much in contrast to the rest of his body that is cooling down and starting to shiver under the attacks of wind the storm brought.
Shige wonders if Ryo have noticed, or if he is pretending he had not. He is looking outside, watching the storm lifting the sand off the ground, chasing it in small swirls, the waves clashing with strength they did not have few minutes ago. Then Ryo’s hand tightens around Shige’s, and Shige knows Ryo is holding on.
“I’m sorry your last free day got spoiled,” Shige says softly, coming closer and standing right next to Ryo, shoulders brushing. Ryo’s fingers tighten even more, and he faces Shige.
“It’s not that bad,” he whispers.
Shige bites his lip, sputters when he tries to react. Ryo laughs softly and runs his thumb across Shige’s jaw, the tip of the finger catching his lip at last. Then Shige is taking a deep breath, and Ryo is kissing him, lips softly pressing against Shige’s, tongue running across the crevice of his mouth, the thumb moving to rub circles on the back of his neck. Shige’s free hand comes around Ryo before he can stop the instinct. Ryo is pulled closer to him, the hand resting on the small of his back. Ryo gasps, and Shige’s tongue gets daring, slipping into Ryo’s mouth.
“Shige,” Ryo whispers, pulling back only a little but then he presses himself closer, his hand traveling into Shige’s hair, Shige’s head tipping so that Ryo can get deeper. Ryo, who tastes like salt of the ocean, and the sweet wetness of rain, whose skin is hot underneath his shirt and whose nails are digging into Shige’s hand that he is still holding. Ryo, whose tongue is robbing Shige of everything but the feel of Ryo against him, with him, around him, sheltering him from cold of the storm, from the wetness of rain and harshness of wind.
When Ryo finally pulls away, Shige shivers again.
“The storm is gone,” Ryo says against Shige’s lips, his hand cupping his cheek. “We should go.”
“The stars,” Shige says, pulling away completely and looking out onto the beach. It’s almost dark by now, but it is the dark of a night, not the dark of a storm. The air is fresh, clean and only salty again, and the first blurry lights are appearing on the horizon, glittering in the waves.
“Nah, we’ll come some other day. You just need to check the weather forecast better,” Ryo says and, Shige cannot help to roll his eyes. He did say it might rain when Ryo picked him up, but he had not known he was going on a trip to begin with.
“I don’t think I am that bothered by summer storms, really,” he says.
“Sappy as always,” Ryo laughs next to him and pulls at his hand. He has never really let go of it.
Shige is dragged back to the shore, water a bit warmer as it always seems to be after a storm. When they get to the car two hours later, Shige has to wonder if they really were that far away from it. He is not cold though and Ryo is smiling at him, his lips a bit more red and swollen than usually. So Shige stops thinking and cannot even be mad when Ryo smugly says he has always known Shige was a romantic and that he bets Shige dreamed about their first kiss happening on a beach. Ryo is, according to his own assessment, genius. Shige just thinks they might both be in love.
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this is just perfect for a first kiss... ^^
thank you anon-san ^^
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