three ficlets, various pairings
title: romance and romance
pairing: shige/yamapi
rating: pg
summary: yamapi has certain ideas about romance; shige doesn't quite understand them.
prompted by: trivialaffair, 'paris'
Yamapi wants very badly to go to Paris. It's a pretty recent thing; it started after his friend lent him a Lonely Planet guidebook on France.
"Why Paris?" Shige asks. "It's such a touristy place."
"Just imagine standing on the Eiffel Tower together and looking at the city below us," Yamapi enthuses. "Or walking on those beautiful bridges and streets together… "we'll always have Paris" - it'll be so romantic, Shige! Romance is dead in Tokyo."
Shige refrains from telling him that all the people who've ever gone to Paris complain of the dog shit on the streets; he supposes dog shit would be an abomination to Yamapi's idea of romance. Instead, he leaves Yamapi to googling Eiffel Tower pictures and goes into the kitchen to screw a couple of caps back on their bottles. Along the way he remembers to heat up the sandwich meant to be Yamapi's breakfast, because Yamapi's romance doesn't seem to extend to the gross indecency of food either.
Shige really doesn't understand romance.
title: manipulation is the side-effect of attraction
pairing: jin/tegoshi
rating: pg-13
summary: tegoshi has an unorthodox way of getting jin to like him.
prompted by: silver_rose88, 'bitchfight'
Jin doesn't like Tegoshi, Tegoshi doesn’t like Jin, and never the twain should meet but somehow they always do.
During those times, they act as though they don't actually harbour secret thoughts of torturing and humiliating each other. Or one of them acts, anyway. Tegoshi smiles at Jin, never mind if the smile is a little more fake and condescending than usual, and Jin doesn't smile back because Jin's face is a portrait of his feelings and when he dislikes you, it's written on his expression like a book. Tegoshi can read it fluently, but he chooses not to respond directly in favour of complaining to everyone he meets how Akanishi-kun just cut him in the corridor for no reason at all. Everyone feels sorry for Tegoshi because he's cute and looks hurt, and because everyone knows that Akanishi isn't exactly the jolliest person around. Jin gets a reprimand for treating his kouhai badly.
"I don't get along well with Tegoshi," Jin announces on radio, because Jin's blunt and not too adverse to expressing his dislike in public.
Tegoshi doesn't say anything about his relationship with Jin because it would be disrespectful and anyway, keeping quiet about it is much more effective than if he'd replied with "Akanishi is pitifully miniscule." Tegoshi doesn't underestimate the impact of a smug silence.
It all comes to a head one night when Tegoshi's out with Massu and Shige at a club, treating themselves to a couple pints of beer as a reward for the photoshoot they'd suffered through in the day. Shige, who'd been stuck in the middle of a Tegoshi-Jin encounter in the corridor that afternoon (Shige always seems to get himself into the most unlucky positions), complains that Tegoshi's totally being infantile about the whole issue. "Akanishi-kun isn't as bad as you would like him to be. If he was such a jerk, he wouldn't be best friends with Yamashita-kun."
"Nobody ever said Yamashita-kun was a good judge of character," Tegoshi responds cheerily.
"If I didn't know better," Massu remarks, "or rather, because I know better…" he pauses and shakes his head meaningfully at Tegoshi.
"Am I thinking what Massu's thinking?" Shige asks, staring in disbelief at Tegoshi, but just then the devil comes in with a few of his contemporaries and, of course, spots them immediately.
Tegoshi stands up and gives Jin the sweetest smile he's capable of.
"Fuck," Jin mutters. "I swear he has telepathic powers to know where I am."
"Gotten over your little bad mood this afternoon, Akanishi-san?" Tegoshi asks with all expression of concern.
"I had, until now."
"You really don't have to look like you dislike me so much, you know, Akanishi-san." Tegoshi steps a little closer to him; he's shorter than Jin and so doesn't tower very effectively, but suddenly everyone kind of gets the vibe that Tegoshi's a bit like an alpha male and Jin's the not-so-alpha male who's doing exactly what Tegoshi wants. "I know how much you're obsessed with me," Tegoshi says, leaning confidentially into Jin's personal space.
Jin jumps away. "Fuck off!"
Nobody misses the fact that he actually looks embarrassed; hey, Jin's face is a portrait of his feelings after all.
Tegoshi shrugs and steps back, watching Jin storm off to the farthest corner of the club.
Massu sighs. "How much longer do you plan on driving him nuts?"
"Until he can't stop thinking about me," Tegoshi says matter-of-factly. "I think I'm almost there."
"Speaking of the devil," Shige says, "I think he's sitting right beside me. I'm so glad I'm not your chosen one, Tegoshi."
Tegoshi just sits there serenely, watching Jin getting drunk in his farthest corner, until Jin barrels through the crowd an hour later and grabs Tegoshi by the arm. Massu and Shige make space for him to be pulled out, and Tegoshi smiles a couple of minutes later when he's got Jin's tongue down his throat and hands fumbling busily at the waistband of his pants. "Fucker," Jin mumbles and Tegoshi replies, "You like it that way."
It had taken much longer than he'd anticipated in the beginning, but when you're dealing with a person as difficult as Akanishi Jin, the only way to get his attention is to be a more successful bitch than he is.
The next day, the tabloids are full of how Jin had shouted at Tegoshi and Tegoshi had then left with an angry look on his face, and even the KAT-TUN manager apologizes to Tegoshi for Jin's bad conduct.
"The most incredible thing," Shige comments later when reading through the tabloid article, "is that you actually come off sounding half innocent in this."
title: times come in loaded numbers
pairing: ryo/koyama
rating: pg-13
summary: first times are easy, second times are much harder.
prompted by: joshua_glass, 'first time'
First times are always easy to get to.
The first time Ryo and Koyama talk, really talk, they're both a bit lonely and, in Ryo's case, abandoned. They're in the company van listening to Ayaka on the radio and talking about how it feels to be lonely and abandoned. Ryo never thought that Koyama would know so acutely what it means to feel that way; Koyama's always talking and smiling; how can a guy so happy with life know what loneliness really means? Ryo discovers that Koyama does know, does feel the same pangs of emotion like everyone else. For the first time, Koyama becomes human to him, and he really needs some human contact now, craves it almost.
The first time they have sex, it's right after the first time they talk. Koyama has a DVD that Ryo wants to borrow, so the company van drops them both at Koyama's place. They search for the DVD for all of five minutes before Ryo's lips are on Koyama's, foreign and tasting of sadness and lust. It's the only kiss they share. They pull off clothes and sink into each other as though the act of sex can really discharge the loneliness inside them. They don't call each other's names. They can't really see each other in the dark, for all that. It feels quick, dirty, like they're both doing it with a whore who says you can call her whatever you want since you've paid for the privilege. Koyama rolls away after they're done, closes his eyes against the cool material of his pillow and truly becomes a stranger. Ryo picks up his clothes and leaves. It's a sort of relief to have him go so quickly. The sound of the door closing is soft, but hits into Koyama's head like a long dull ache anyway.
So yes, first times are pretty easy to get to, they don't require much effort at all. All it takes, Koyama thinks wryly, is two lonely people in an apartment together.
Second times are the hard ones.
The second time Ryo and Koyama talk, really talk, instead of simply conversing across the room in front of two or three noisy groupmates is when Ryo invites Koyama out for dinner three months later. Koyama doesn't know why he says yes; he really doesn't want to go. What are they ever going to talk about? Koyama prefers to be quiet off-stage, to listen instead of talk; and Ryo doesn't seem like the talking kind. And it ends up just as he'd feared, the two of them sitting opposite each other in a booth slurping ramen without either one knowing just what to say. But the world works in strange ways and something is communicated in the silence. When Ryo says at the end, "I'm sorry I left so quickly that night", Koyama reciprocates in kind, "I'm sorry I wanted you to go."
The second time they kiss, it's tentative and light, like a tremor almost, and happens in a dark street corner when nobody's watching. Koyama's lips are the first to touch Ryo's, seeking what, he doesn't quite know, but when Ryo presses back more firmly, snakes his tongue through his opening lips, Koyama thinks giddily that this is really the kind of kiss that all those romance writers make such a big deal about. Only it wasn't heated and passionate straight off; it started light, a mere touch of the tips, a request seeking consent; and that makes it more meaningful, somehow.
The second time they have sex, they call out each other's names. Koyama fusses around a little when it's over, wiping them down and rearranging the blanket and pillows. He finds that he likes pampering Ryo, that the slight, affectionately amused smile on Ryo's face as he watches Koyama tidying up the room is almost adorable. Ryo doesn't leave this time; he stays the night, they both stay the night, passing through the dark hours in dreamless slumber together and waking up to find themselves entangled with the morning light resting on their bare arms.
They're a little late for work that day, but they don't regret it.
The third times are easier, and the fourth easier still. Koyama wishes that they didn't have to go through the confusion and unhappiness of the first, but without it, there wouldn't have been the wonderful second now, would there? He gives up thinking about it. They started out rough, but they're smoothing out the edges now. They're stacking up their times; they lost count, though, somewhere around the sixth. And they've learned to embrace that first time, laugh over it together, wonder why they'd taken so long to get to the second.
note: This is part of an effort to write pairings aside from ryo/shige. I think I am rusty but practice makes perfect, yes? :D Thanks to everyone who prompted me, I'll try to write as many as possible (though, perhaps, not Aiba/Koyama and 'ibex' because that is just horribly unreasonable).
pairing: shige/yamapi
rating: pg
summary: yamapi has certain ideas about romance; shige doesn't quite understand them.
prompted by: trivialaffair, 'paris'
Yamapi wants very badly to go to Paris. It's a pretty recent thing; it started after his friend lent him a Lonely Planet guidebook on France.
"Why Paris?" Shige asks. "It's such a touristy place."
"Just imagine standing on the Eiffel Tower together and looking at the city below us," Yamapi enthuses. "Or walking on those beautiful bridges and streets together… "we'll always have Paris" - it'll be so romantic, Shige! Romance is dead in Tokyo."
Shige refrains from telling him that all the people who've ever gone to Paris complain of the dog shit on the streets; he supposes dog shit would be an abomination to Yamapi's idea of romance. Instead, he leaves Yamapi to googling Eiffel Tower pictures and goes into the kitchen to screw a couple of caps back on their bottles. Along the way he remembers to heat up the sandwich meant to be Yamapi's breakfast, because Yamapi's romance doesn't seem to extend to the gross indecency of food either.
Shige really doesn't understand romance.
title: manipulation is the side-effect of attraction
pairing: jin/tegoshi
rating: pg-13
summary: tegoshi has an unorthodox way of getting jin to like him.
prompted by: silver_rose88, 'bitchfight'
Jin doesn't like Tegoshi, Tegoshi doesn’t like Jin, and never the twain should meet but somehow they always do.
During those times, they act as though they don't actually harbour secret thoughts of torturing and humiliating each other. Or one of them acts, anyway. Tegoshi smiles at Jin, never mind if the smile is a little more fake and condescending than usual, and Jin doesn't smile back because Jin's face is a portrait of his feelings and when he dislikes you, it's written on his expression like a book. Tegoshi can read it fluently, but he chooses not to respond directly in favour of complaining to everyone he meets how Akanishi-kun just cut him in the corridor for no reason at all. Everyone feels sorry for Tegoshi because he's cute and looks hurt, and because everyone knows that Akanishi isn't exactly the jolliest person around. Jin gets a reprimand for treating his kouhai badly.
"I don't get along well with Tegoshi," Jin announces on radio, because Jin's blunt and not too adverse to expressing his dislike in public.
Tegoshi doesn't say anything about his relationship with Jin because it would be disrespectful and anyway, keeping quiet about it is much more effective than if he'd replied with "Akanishi is pitifully miniscule." Tegoshi doesn't underestimate the impact of a smug silence.
It all comes to a head one night when Tegoshi's out with Massu and Shige at a club, treating themselves to a couple pints of beer as a reward for the photoshoot they'd suffered through in the day. Shige, who'd been stuck in the middle of a Tegoshi-Jin encounter in the corridor that afternoon (Shige always seems to get himself into the most unlucky positions), complains that Tegoshi's totally being infantile about the whole issue. "Akanishi-kun isn't as bad as you would like him to be. If he was such a jerk, he wouldn't be best friends with Yamashita-kun."
"Nobody ever said Yamashita-kun was a good judge of character," Tegoshi responds cheerily.
"If I didn't know better," Massu remarks, "or rather, because I know better…" he pauses and shakes his head meaningfully at Tegoshi.
"Am I thinking what Massu's thinking?" Shige asks, staring in disbelief at Tegoshi, but just then the devil comes in with a few of his contemporaries and, of course, spots them immediately.
Tegoshi stands up and gives Jin the sweetest smile he's capable of.
"Fuck," Jin mutters. "I swear he has telepathic powers to know where I am."
"Gotten over your little bad mood this afternoon, Akanishi-san?" Tegoshi asks with all expression of concern.
"I had, until now."
"You really don't have to look like you dislike me so much, you know, Akanishi-san." Tegoshi steps a little closer to him; he's shorter than Jin and so doesn't tower very effectively, but suddenly everyone kind of gets the vibe that Tegoshi's a bit like an alpha male and Jin's the not-so-alpha male who's doing exactly what Tegoshi wants. "I know how much you're obsessed with me," Tegoshi says, leaning confidentially into Jin's personal space.
Jin jumps away. "Fuck off!"
Nobody misses the fact that he actually looks embarrassed; hey, Jin's face is a portrait of his feelings after all.
Tegoshi shrugs and steps back, watching Jin storm off to the farthest corner of the club.
Massu sighs. "How much longer do you plan on driving him nuts?"
"Until he can't stop thinking about me," Tegoshi says matter-of-factly. "I think I'm almost there."
"Speaking of the devil," Shige says, "I think he's sitting right beside me. I'm so glad I'm not your chosen one, Tegoshi."
Tegoshi just sits there serenely, watching Jin getting drunk in his farthest corner, until Jin barrels through the crowd an hour later and grabs Tegoshi by the arm. Massu and Shige make space for him to be pulled out, and Tegoshi smiles a couple of minutes later when he's got Jin's tongue down his throat and hands fumbling busily at the waistband of his pants. "Fucker," Jin mumbles and Tegoshi replies, "You like it that way."
It had taken much longer than he'd anticipated in the beginning, but when you're dealing with a person as difficult as Akanishi Jin, the only way to get his attention is to be a more successful bitch than he is.
The next day, the tabloids are full of how Jin had shouted at Tegoshi and Tegoshi had then left with an angry look on his face, and even the KAT-TUN manager apologizes to Tegoshi for Jin's bad conduct.
"The most incredible thing," Shige comments later when reading through the tabloid article, "is that you actually come off sounding half innocent in this."
title: times come in loaded numbers
pairing: ryo/koyama
rating: pg-13
summary: first times are easy, second times are much harder.
prompted by: joshua_glass, 'first time'
First times are always easy to get to.
The first time Ryo and Koyama talk, really talk, they're both a bit lonely and, in Ryo's case, abandoned. They're in the company van listening to Ayaka on the radio and talking about how it feels to be lonely and abandoned. Ryo never thought that Koyama would know so acutely what it means to feel that way; Koyama's always talking and smiling; how can a guy so happy with life know what loneliness really means? Ryo discovers that Koyama does know, does feel the same pangs of emotion like everyone else. For the first time, Koyama becomes human to him, and he really needs some human contact now, craves it almost.
The first time they have sex, it's right after the first time they talk. Koyama has a DVD that Ryo wants to borrow, so the company van drops them both at Koyama's place. They search for the DVD for all of five minutes before Ryo's lips are on Koyama's, foreign and tasting of sadness and lust. It's the only kiss they share. They pull off clothes and sink into each other as though the act of sex can really discharge the loneliness inside them. They don't call each other's names. They can't really see each other in the dark, for all that. It feels quick, dirty, like they're both doing it with a whore who says you can call her whatever you want since you've paid for the privilege. Koyama rolls away after they're done, closes his eyes against the cool material of his pillow and truly becomes a stranger. Ryo picks up his clothes and leaves. It's a sort of relief to have him go so quickly. The sound of the door closing is soft, but hits into Koyama's head like a long dull ache anyway.
So yes, first times are pretty easy to get to, they don't require much effort at all. All it takes, Koyama thinks wryly, is two lonely people in an apartment together.
Second times are the hard ones.
The second time Ryo and Koyama talk, really talk, instead of simply conversing across the room in front of two or three noisy groupmates is when Ryo invites Koyama out for dinner three months later. Koyama doesn't know why he says yes; he really doesn't want to go. What are they ever going to talk about? Koyama prefers to be quiet off-stage, to listen instead of talk; and Ryo doesn't seem like the talking kind. And it ends up just as he'd feared, the two of them sitting opposite each other in a booth slurping ramen without either one knowing just what to say. But the world works in strange ways and something is communicated in the silence. When Ryo says at the end, "I'm sorry I left so quickly that night", Koyama reciprocates in kind, "I'm sorry I wanted you to go."
The second time they kiss, it's tentative and light, like a tremor almost, and happens in a dark street corner when nobody's watching. Koyama's lips are the first to touch Ryo's, seeking what, he doesn't quite know, but when Ryo presses back more firmly, snakes his tongue through his opening lips, Koyama thinks giddily that this is really the kind of kiss that all those romance writers make such a big deal about. Only it wasn't heated and passionate straight off; it started light, a mere touch of the tips, a request seeking consent; and that makes it more meaningful, somehow.
The second time they have sex, they call out each other's names. Koyama fusses around a little when it's over, wiping them down and rearranging the blanket and pillows. He finds that he likes pampering Ryo, that the slight, affectionately amused smile on Ryo's face as he watches Koyama tidying up the room is almost adorable. Ryo doesn't leave this time; he stays the night, they both stay the night, passing through the dark hours in dreamless slumber together and waking up to find themselves entangled with the morning light resting on their bare arms.
They're a little late for work that day, but they don't regret it.
The third times are easier, and the fourth easier still. Koyama wishes that they didn't have to go through the confusion and unhappiness of the first, but without it, there wouldn't have been the wonderful second now, would there? He gives up thinking about it. They started out rough, but they're smoothing out the edges now. They're stacking up their times; they lost count, though, somewhere around the sixth. And they've learned to embrace that first time, laugh over it together, wonder why they'd taken so long to get to the second.
note: This is part of an effort to write pairings aside from ryo/shige. I think I am rusty but practice makes perfect, yes? :D Thanks to everyone who prompted me, I'll try to write as many as possible (though, perhaps, not Aiba/Koyama and 'ibex' because that is just horribly unreasonable).