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Standing In The Sea
~STARING AT THE SUN~
and I brought you all my dreams
I. they say sleep is the cousin of death
J's not waking up.
"He's not waking up," Inoran whispers. He's shaking J's shoulder, gently. Gently, he has to remind himself.
"Here." Ryuichi pushes him aside. Checks J's pulse, his breath. Inoran frowns at Ryuichi's cheek hovering by J's lips, stops himself from saying something really fucking stupid by a hair. He drank too much and he knows it. But J...
"He's never done that shit before."
"Hmmm, I know." Ryuichi's straightened now, is fixing J's shirt. Smoothing his overbleached hair. "I wonder..."
"Fucking Sugizo." Inoran hardly recognizes his own voice. "Fucking Sugizo and his fucking playing with everything, can't leave it alone..."
"Yeah," Ryuichi sighs. "But I was going to say -- I wonder... We took J and left. Sugi..."
"Can take a flying leap off the pier or get the shit beaten out of him and gangraped by Hide's homeless buddies for all I give a fuck."
Inoran realizes after a moment that Ryuichi is not going to close his mouth or take a breath until possibly he says something to modulate that.
It only figures, he forces himself to remember. Ryuichi is quite, quite entranced with Sugizo still. Quite quite entangled. It lowers Inoran's estimation of Ryuichi as a person. But it's human. Very human.
Just as is the man passed out on the floor in front of him.
J shivers. Inoran jumps despite himself, eyes and nostrils flaring. "I'm... I'm going to find a blanket, I mean... whatever he was on, it's..."
"Yeah." Ryuichi doesn't look at him. He's grateful.
He comes back with the blanket. Ryuichi's biting his lip, staring out the window.
Inoran looks at him. At J, at the blanket in his hands.
He isn't sure he wants Ryuichi here anymore. Whether it's because of how he knows his hands will smooth the blanket over J's back, his hips, with a touch both firm and all too tender, or only that he doesn't want any more Sugizo-thoughts tonight...
"Ryuichi. He's probably still out wandering the fucking beach." Inoran's not surprised when Ryuichi starts; his whisper shattered the tautness of the quiet. "Go find him." He flicks a glance at Ryuichi, whose hands are fluttering at his sides. "Go find him and take him home."
"He won't listen to me."
Point. "Take him by surprise." Inoran looks up then. "He was always on top, wasn't he?"
Dead silence.
"Close your mouth. J doesn't need your drool soaking his damn blanket."
"That's -- that's, we, you don't--"
"We all know. Shut up. We don't care." Inoran pauses. "Mostly."
"I don't know how you know about that, it was a long time before I ever -- we -- the band -- mmph!" Ryuichi gasps under Inoran's hand.
"I told you to shut up," Ino tells him, dead calm. "So go turn the tables. It'll at least make him curious enough as to where the fuck that came from that he'll follow you home. And that is all we need."
He releases Ryuichi and slumps down next to J again. Takes the blanket and spreads it out, starting at J's big feet that he already pulled the boots from after they stumbled in here with J's arms stretched over their shoulders, hands linked under his thighs, long body dangling like a sacrifice.
The door closes.
"You're welcome," Ino mumbles. Then he finishes tucking the blanket around J's shoulders -- just so, not too tight, not a chance of a draft getting in.
He looks around again. Looks at J.
That motherfucker ain't wakin' up for days at this rate. Come on, Ino.
Inoran smooths a hand over J's forehead and drops a kiss after it. Then on the tip of his nose.
"Don't do this again."
J doesn't stir.
Inoran stares at him for a minute more.
He sits back. At the window, grey light is seeping through the yellow curtains. He crosses his legs, props his head on his elbows, and waits for J to wake up and say, Ino -- Ino, I had this crazy dream --
II. so my eyes wide open, because a dream is kin to your last breath
and I brought you all my dreams
cause I love you