Kanjani8 - Lights Off - Subaru/Yasu
Title: Lights Off
Fandom: Kanjani8
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Subaru/Yasu
Disclaimer: This is a fictional situation that never happened.
Notes: This is RPS. I feel the need to add this note as I've never posted RPS in this journal before and I may be posting more of it in the future. If you're uncomfortable with it, please just don't click ^^;;
It doesn't surprise Subaru too much when the tour manager asks him to kiss Yasu onstage at the next show. They've all gotten used to this kind of encouragement. Subaru and Yasu are close, and they get a kick out of putting on a show together, so the request makes sense. And even though he knows this, and knows it isn't meant to offend him, Subaru has to fight the urge to shove the man out the door as soon as he's suggested it.
Subaru watches him speak, just listening to the sound of his voice and picking out a few words here and there. He wants it to be a quick and light kiss - just long enough to take a picture and noticeable enough for someone to catch it on video. Then when he's stopped explaining and waiting for a response, Subaru just says something vague about being tired.
He decides to talk to Yasu about it first because he'll know why this is making Subaru so irritated. This is different than anything they've done on the stage. It's different than the time he kissed Ryo. He tries typing a message to Yasu on his phone three times, but keeps putting too many words. The floor of the hotel is so soft that he can walk around in bare feet. He paces a couple of times across the room, then curls his legs underneath him on the bed and taps out three short words: "Where are you?"
---
Yoko is drunk in the most amazing kind of way where everything is effortlessly funny. Yasu can't stop smiling, and even though this started out as a gathering in his hotel room to listen to a new song he was working out the chords for, it devolved as soon as Yoko opened the bottle. He sits on the edge of the bed with his guitar between his legs and can feel Hina's knees pressing into his back. Then Yoko makes an announcement, with intensity and gravity, and all of them listen because it all sounds so important.
"Yasuda Shota-sama," He says, with one arm outstretched. "We are going to perform your new song."
Yasu giggles behind his fingers, one hand still on the neck of his guitar. "But I've only played the first two chords!" He says, and Yoko is already shaking his head. Yasu laughs, openly and loudly.
"Shhh," Yoko says, moving his outstretched hand to his heart, dramatically. "The music is here, Shota-sama." Then Yoko starts to hum, first one note, then another and they don't sound anything like the song that Yasu was going to play. He closes his eyes while he hums and starts to sway and Yasu watches him move from side to side. Then Maru starts to hum another note, one that almost harmonizes with the one Yoko is humming. They clash together, but keep humming anyway.
Yasu feels something bang against the top of his head - two somethings in rapid succession and in time with the off-key humming. Hina plays the beat of the song on the top of Yasu's head and after just a couple of measures, Yasu pleads, "Stop!"
"Stoooooop," Maru sings. "Please stoooooop." Then even Ryo is laughing with his back pressed against the headboard of the bed and Yasu can see Ryo's feet moving with the beat out of the corner of his eye. Ohkura finally joins in and saves them from the failed attempts at a beat. He taps his palms against the wall and for one moment, it almost sounds like a real song.
Yoko begins to dance, first swaying faster, then picking up his feet. Maru sings random words, whatever happens to rhyme with the last one, and every now and then they make sense and he looks deeply satisfied with himself. Ohkura starts to bob his head as he bangs out a beat against the wall and Yasu feels Hina's arms wrap around his waist and they sway together to the almost-song.
Then Yoko does a brilliant sort of nosedive that starts with his foot caught in the dangling comforter of the bed and ends with his face in the carpet. Maru laughs so hard he snorts and Hina nearly screams in Yasu's ear.
Yasu feels it before he hears anything. His phone vibrates and chirps at the same time so that he'll notice it either way. He reaches around Hina's arm to get to his pocket and when he sees Subaru's name on the screen, he suddenly becomes painfully aware that Subaru isn't in the room. He starts to hit "reply", then hesitates a moment and snaps the phone shut again.
"What? What did it say?" Hina says, trying to sneak a look before Yasu puts the phone away.
"I have to go," Yasu says, quietly and unsure if Hina will hear him over all of the noise in the room. But, Hina just nods and takes his guitar, letting him slip off of the bed and out of the room relatively unnoticed. Yasu walks to Subaru's hotel room. No need for the formality of a text message because "Where are you?" is just another way of saying "You're not here."
---
Subaru hears a light knock at his door just moments after he's sent the message. And he swears if it's the manager again-- but it's not. It's Yasu, looking completely unreadable. He doesn't move until Subaru stands aside to let him in and Subaru mutters a "thanks" as Yasu passes by him.
Yasu sits in a chair near one of the beds and Subaru sits on the edge of the bed nearest him. He tells Yasu what the tour manager said and neither of them look at each other for almost a full minute.
Subaru almost feels embarrassed for being so irritated and he's sure Yasu can sense it by the way he's speaking with his fists balled in his lap. It's not even like he's never kissed Yasu before, but not the way they want him to. They want it to be with eyes closed and mouths open - really sell it and make it look real. It turns his stomach in a weird sort of way.
Yasu, thankfully, breaks the silence. "If you don't want to do it, just tell him no," He says, like it's that easy. "Tell him we'll do better than that. We'll think of something."
Subaru looks at Yasu, finally, and he's smiling. A little weakly, but smiling. When Yasu puts it that way, maybe it is that easy. If he can tell them that they'll do better than a kiss, something guaranteed to wind up in the magazines, they'll likely let up. He doesn't have a problem touching Yasu's body or letting Yasu touch him, on or off the stage.
"So, we just need to come up with something before tomorrow night," Subaru says, rolling the idea around in his mind.
"Right," Yasu says.
Then Subaru realizes that he's been so consumed by the kiss dilemma, that he didn't notice that Yasu isn't acting like Yasu at all. He's sitting in the chair with a drooping kind of posture and looks tired and defeated.
"You ok?" Subaru asks, looking at Yasu with curiosity.
Yasu's entire demeanor brightens immediately, he smiles and he looks directly at Subaru with conviction. "I'm fine."
"Stay here?"
"Sure," Yasu says, gently.
Yasu gets into the bed closest to the window and Subaru in the one closer to the wall. Subaru throws Yasu a t-shirt from his suitcase - one that Subaru knows will fit him - because the one he has on is covered in zippers.
When he shuts off the light, he feels too wound up to sleep. Yasu always falls asleep so easily, just a few minutes and Subaru can already hear his slow breathing. He listens to it for nearly half an hour. Subaru thinks about waking him up to go downstairs and walk around the hotel or the city. Or just sit up with him and watch a movie. But then his body finally tires and as he starts to drift off to sleep he can't stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss Yasu.
---
The next day, Yasu walks around the city with Subaru. He wants to buy something for his family, and he picks up a little something in every city. Hina told him, three cities ago, that if the bag gets to be heavier than him, they'll have to throw Yasu off the bus.
Subaru helps him pick out a little trinket for his sister and one for his mother, then tells him not to get the toy he wants to get for his niece because it's so big that someone really will throw him off the bus. They walk through the shopping district until both of them have two bags on each arm, then they stop for a drink and sit outside on a park bench.
"Maybe you should just... touch my ass or something."
Yasu considers it. "Think it'll be enough? Maybe we could grab... each other's..." Yasu can feel himself turning red, as a middle-aged woman walks by them, walking a dog. She doesn't look at either of them, but Yasu feels horribly embarrassed anyway.
Subaru laughs at him as soon as the woman is out of earshot. "Nice," he says.
Yasu looks down and waits for his face to stop feeling so hot.
"Hmmm." Subaru rests his elbows on his knees.
"We could just... see what happens?"
"Huh."
Yasu is sure that the times when Subaru does these things to him onstage, it isn't planned. Subaru will catch Yasu's eye with this look on his face and Yasu is never sure what to expect, but he always goes along with whatever it is. He doesn't quite understand why this is as big a deal to Subaru as it is. He's acting the way he does when they're in a shop and an employee asks him some benign question about helping him find something and Subaru gets angry and embarrassed all at the same time.
But, because he's acting like that, Yasu won't tease. Subaru reaches out for Yasu's hand and Yasu spreads his fingers so that Subaru's can fit between them.
That afternoon, at practice, Subaru keeps looking at Yasu. When he's singing, when Yasu is playing a solo, when Maru stops them to tune his bass. Finally, Ohkura says a loud "OY" after Subaru spends an entire song circling around Yasu like a vulture.
"You don't hear that?" Ohkura says, in that way he gets when he's exhausted. "We're completely off."
Maru and Yasu apologize at the exact same time. Subaru spends the entire next song right in front of Yasu, just inches from his face. He doesn't hold back at all and the song pours out of him. Yasu looks at him until he can't anymore and has to close his eyes. Sometimes when he's playing, he can close his eyes, and see what the music looks like. The sounds of Ohkura's drums and Maru's bass look like big, square blocks; solid and structured. The sound of his guitar is like a liquid, running along the flat surfaces; in time with them, but a different entity. Then Subaru's voice is like a long thread, winding into every part of the music and wrapping around all of it until all the sounds look the same.
Yasu isn't sure if they sound perfect, but he likes the way it feels.
---
When Subaru tells the tour manager that they're going to do something else, he's ok with it, but just wants the blocking worked out ahead of time so that they can arrange the cameras (three of them, three different angles) and make sure the lighting is right. It's fake, like some things associated with his job are. But it's the kind of fake he can control a little.
When he kissed Ryo, it was simple. It was because he felt like it and Ryo felt like it and that was it, really. And he can't help but feel like this pressure is because of that kiss. Now they have to do something bigger and flashier.
When the show starts, it's just like any other. He runs onto the stage and explodes with energy. It's one of those nights when everything is working. Everything feels so effortless and when he runs from one side of the stage to the other, it's like he's floating. Sweat clings to his body, but he doesn't feel like he's expending any energy at all. When he stands up to sing his solo, the song just slides through him and he stands under the spotlight like a medium. They dance and he smiles without meaning to and the concert goes by so fast that it's the end of the night and he remembers the agreement with Yasu.
Yasu is smiling at him, coyly. He stands near the part of the stage where the drums are elevated and doesn't take his eyes off of Subaru. These things don't work when you think too hard about them and Subaru has been thinking too hard about it since the night before. He strides over to Yasu and tries to put intent behind it. Tries to pretend like there is conviction in his steps, but he doesn't know what to do. It feels like it's just the two of them and like none of this other chaos is around them and then Yasu does something that Subaru has never seen him do before - he hooks his finger, twice, beckoning for Subaru to come closer. It's almost funny, this image, because it doesn't look like something Yasu would do. It looks more like something that's going to earn him a ribbing for months afterwards. Then Subaru sees a camera flash come from somewhere to the side of the stage and he becomes completely aware of Yasu's theatrics.
All of them become someone a little different onstage, but it's always been an exaggeration of who they are rather than something insincere. Subaru wonders if there is a part of Yasu that he doesn't know anything about.
It happens fast and the camera lights are blinding. Subaru reaches him and Yasu puts a hand on the back of Subaru's thigh. Subaru can swear that Yasu just licked his lips, another thing he's never seen Yasu do. He presses Yasu into the elevated part of the stage, just holds their bodies together, and Yasu slides his hand up Subaru's back until his fingers tangle in Subaru's hair. Subaru spreads his hand out to the side of Yasu and they look at each other for one split second. Lights and flashes and screams and then it's over. The lights come down and Subaru can feel Yasu's breath on him.
"Yeah?" Yasu says, against his ear.
Subaru kisses Yasu in the dressing room and he kisses Yasu in an empty corridor, and he ducks out when everyone wants to go and eat so that he can kiss Yasu in the car and then kiss him in the elevator on the way to their rooms. Yasu makes so many different noises against his mouth and they all sound like he's enjoying it so Subaru just keeps kissing him.
---
Yasu thinks that he will never tell Subaru just how much he wanted him to do that because Subaru will find a way to tease him about it. When Subaru grabbed him in the dressing room and kissed him, hard against the wall, he just sank into it. He let Subaru do anything he wanted, touch him, kiss him, move him, anything. Then Subaru had nearly physically dragged him back to the hotel and Yasu let him do that too.
When Subaru closes the door behind them, Yasu is already far beyond aroused. He was hoping Subaru would just push him down on the bed, so he sits on the edge, leaning on one of his arms and trying to look as sexy as possible, but, unfortunately, it doesn't work.
"Stop that," Subaru says.
"Stop what?" Yasu says, disappointed.
Subaru tilts his head to his shoulder and puckers his lips and just looks generally ridiculous. "That," he says.
"I don't look like that," Yasu pouts.
"You did earlier."
"And look what you did afterwards," Yasu grins.
Subaru comes to where Yasu is sitting on the bed and stands in front of him. He looks like he's sizing Yasu up and Yasu swallows, feeling like the entire tone of the room has changed.
Subaru starts with his hands on Yasu's shoulders and touches the skin all the way down to the elbow, down the forearm, down to the tips of Yasu's middle fingers, then traces the same line back up again, watching Yasu the whole time. Yasu's breath is short and he watches Subaru too.
Subaru touches Yasu almost every day; he touches and hugs and holds his hand and runs his fingers through his hair. But this is the first time it's felt so charged. His hands are rough and when they reach the sleeves of Yasu's shirt, Subaru hooks his fingers underneath them and pulls Yasu's shirt up over his head.
Yasu can hear himself swallow. Subaru starts at his shoulders again, but this time his hands move directly down Yasu's chest, down to his belly, his fingers spread out and he touches Yasu's waist, not committing to anything, just touching.
And Yasu thinks that maybe this is why Subaru wouldn't kiss him in front of half of Japan. Subaru kisses Yasu with so much raw intent behind it that the door needs to be closed, they need to be alone, and it just doesn't look right dressed up in theatrics.
---
The picture winds up in four different magazines, complete with hearts and blurbs from something they've said in some interview in the past. Speculation on their relationship, the "If one of us were a girl, we'd be dating," quote, the usual. Yasu sits on the floor of the hotel room and reads one of them.
"So I guess it worked," Yasu says, pointing to the part of the article with an eyewitness report from a fan. "This girl says she's known all along that we were in love. Aww. How sweet!"
Subaru rolls his eyes. "I can't believe you're reading that."
"Why not? It's a pretty good picture, I think."
"Oh yeah? Do you get off when someone is watching or something? That's quite a voyeurism fetish if you need a few thousand people to fulfill it."
"Shut up! That's not what I mean."
Then Subaru is sitting with his knees on either side of Yasu's hips and his tongue opening up Yasu's mouth.
"Speaking of someone watching..." Hina says from the doorway and Yasu scrambles a few feet away, practically throwing Subaru off of him.
"Sorry," Yasu says, weakly.
"What do you want?" Subaru nearly whines.
"I need Yasu's help with something," He shrugs. "That ok?"
"Sure, fine, whatever." Subaru picks up the magazine that he'd just chided Yasu for looking at.
"Oh, I'll give him back," Hina says.
Then Hina looks at Yasu from the doorway with a coy smile and he reaches out a finger and hooks it, twice, beckoning Yasu to come to him.
Subaru throws the magazine down in a fit of laughter.
For the rest of the tour, anyone who needs Yasu for any reason at all, calls him this way and it never stops turning him red.
Fandom: Kanjani8
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Subaru/Yasu
Disclaimer: This is a fictional situation that never happened.
Notes: This is RPS. I feel the need to add this note as I've never posted RPS in this journal before and I may be posting more of it in the future. If you're uncomfortable with it, please just don't click ^^;;
It doesn't surprise Subaru too much when the tour manager asks him to kiss Yasu onstage at the next show. They've all gotten used to this kind of encouragement. Subaru and Yasu are close, and they get a kick out of putting on a show together, so the request makes sense. And even though he knows this, and knows it isn't meant to offend him, Subaru has to fight the urge to shove the man out the door as soon as he's suggested it.
Subaru watches him speak, just listening to the sound of his voice and picking out a few words here and there. He wants it to be a quick and light kiss - just long enough to take a picture and noticeable enough for someone to catch it on video. Then when he's stopped explaining and waiting for a response, Subaru just says something vague about being tired.
He decides to talk to Yasu about it first because he'll know why this is making Subaru so irritated. This is different than anything they've done on the stage. It's different than the time he kissed Ryo. He tries typing a message to Yasu on his phone three times, but keeps putting too many words. The floor of the hotel is so soft that he can walk around in bare feet. He paces a couple of times across the room, then curls his legs underneath him on the bed and taps out three short words: "Where are you?"
---
Yoko is drunk in the most amazing kind of way where everything is effortlessly funny. Yasu can't stop smiling, and even though this started out as a gathering in his hotel room to listen to a new song he was working out the chords for, it devolved as soon as Yoko opened the bottle. He sits on the edge of the bed with his guitar between his legs and can feel Hina's knees pressing into his back. Then Yoko makes an announcement, with intensity and gravity, and all of them listen because it all sounds so important.
"Yasuda Shota-sama," He says, with one arm outstretched. "We are going to perform your new song."
Yasu giggles behind his fingers, one hand still on the neck of his guitar. "But I've only played the first two chords!" He says, and Yoko is already shaking his head. Yasu laughs, openly and loudly.
"Shhh," Yoko says, moving his outstretched hand to his heart, dramatically. "The music is here, Shota-sama." Then Yoko starts to hum, first one note, then another and they don't sound anything like the song that Yasu was going to play. He closes his eyes while he hums and starts to sway and Yasu watches him move from side to side. Then Maru starts to hum another note, one that almost harmonizes with the one Yoko is humming. They clash together, but keep humming anyway.
Yasu feels something bang against the top of his head - two somethings in rapid succession and in time with the off-key humming. Hina plays the beat of the song on the top of Yasu's head and after just a couple of measures, Yasu pleads, "Stop!"
"Stoooooop," Maru sings. "Please stoooooop." Then even Ryo is laughing with his back pressed against the headboard of the bed and Yasu can see Ryo's feet moving with the beat out of the corner of his eye. Ohkura finally joins in and saves them from the failed attempts at a beat. He taps his palms against the wall and for one moment, it almost sounds like a real song.
Yoko begins to dance, first swaying faster, then picking up his feet. Maru sings random words, whatever happens to rhyme with the last one, and every now and then they make sense and he looks deeply satisfied with himself. Ohkura starts to bob his head as he bangs out a beat against the wall and Yasu feels Hina's arms wrap around his waist and they sway together to the almost-song.
Then Yoko does a brilliant sort of nosedive that starts with his foot caught in the dangling comforter of the bed and ends with his face in the carpet. Maru laughs so hard he snorts and Hina nearly screams in Yasu's ear.
Yasu feels it before he hears anything. His phone vibrates and chirps at the same time so that he'll notice it either way. He reaches around Hina's arm to get to his pocket and when he sees Subaru's name on the screen, he suddenly becomes painfully aware that Subaru isn't in the room. He starts to hit "reply", then hesitates a moment and snaps the phone shut again.
"What? What did it say?" Hina says, trying to sneak a look before Yasu puts the phone away.
"I have to go," Yasu says, quietly and unsure if Hina will hear him over all of the noise in the room. But, Hina just nods and takes his guitar, letting him slip off of the bed and out of the room relatively unnoticed. Yasu walks to Subaru's hotel room. No need for the formality of a text message because "Where are you?" is just another way of saying "You're not here."
---
Subaru hears a light knock at his door just moments after he's sent the message. And he swears if it's the manager again-- but it's not. It's Yasu, looking completely unreadable. He doesn't move until Subaru stands aside to let him in and Subaru mutters a "thanks" as Yasu passes by him.
Yasu sits in a chair near one of the beds and Subaru sits on the edge of the bed nearest him. He tells Yasu what the tour manager said and neither of them look at each other for almost a full minute.
Subaru almost feels embarrassed for being so irritated and he's sure Yasu can sense it by the way he's speaking with his fists balled in his lap. It's not even like he's never kissed Yasu before, but not the way they want him to. They want it to be with eyes closed and mouths open - really sell it and make it look real. It turns his stomach in a weird sort of way.
Yasu, thankfully, breaks the silence. "If you don't want to do it, just tell him no," He says, like it's that easy. "Tell him we'll do better than that. We'll think of something."
Subaru looks at Yasu, finally, and he's smiling. A little weakly, but smiling. When Yasu puts it that way, maybe it is that easy. If he can tell them that they'll do better than a kiss, something guaranteed to wind up in the magazines, they'll likely let up. He doesn't have a problem touching Yasu's body or letting Yasu touch him, on or off the stage.
"So, we just need to come up with something before tomorrow night," Subaru says, rolling the idea around in his mind.
"Right," Yasu says.
Then Subaru realizes that he's been so consumed by the kiss dilemma, that he didn't notice that Yasu isn't acting like Yasu at all. He's sitting in the chair with a drooping kind of posture and looks tired and defeated.
"You ok?" Subaru asks, looking at Yasu with curiosity.
Yasu's entire demeanor brightens immediately, he smiles and he looks directly at Subaru with conviction. "I'm fine."
"Stay here?"
"Sure," Yasu says, gently.
Yasu gets into the bed closest to the window and Subaru in the one closer to the wall. Subaru throws Yasu a t-shirt from his suitcase - one that Subaru knows will fit him - because the one he has on is covered in zippers.
When he shuts off the light, he feels too wound up to sleep. Yasu always falls asleep so easily, just a few minutes and Subaru can already hear his slow breathing. He listens to it for nearly half an hour. Subaru thinks about waking him up to go downstairs and walk around the hotel or the city. Or just sit up with him and watch a movie. But then his body finally tires and as he starts to drift off to sleep he can't stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss Yasu.
---
The next day, Yasu walks around the city with Subaru. He wants to buy something for his family, and he picks up a little something in every city. Hina told him, three cities ago, that if the bag gets to be heavier than him, they'll have to throw Yasu off the bus.
Subaru helps him pick out a little trinket for his sister and one for his mother, then tells him not to get the toy he wants to get for his niece because it's so big that someone really will throw him off the bus. They walk through the shopping district until both of them have two bags on each arm, then they stop for a drink and sit outside on a park bench.
"Maybe you should just... touch my ass or something."
Yasu considers it. "Think it'll be enough? Maybe we could grab... each other's..." Yasu can feel himself turning red, as a middle-aged woman walks by them, walking a dog. She doesn't look at either of them, but Yasu feels horribly embarrassed anyway.
Subaru laughs at him as soon as the woman is out of earshot. "Nice," he says.
Yasu looks down and waits for his face to stop feeling so hot.
"Hmmm." Subaru rests his elbows on his knees.
"We could just... see what happens?"
"Huh."
Yasu is sure that the times when Subaru does these things to him onstage, it isn't planned. Subaru will catch Yasu's eye with this look on his face and Yasu is never sure what to expect, but he always goes along with whatever it is. He doesn't quite understand why this is as big a deal to Subaru as it is. He's acting the way he does when they're in a shop and an employee asks him some benign question about helping him find something and Subaru gets angry and embarrassed all at the same time.
But, because he's acting like that, Yasu won't tease. Subaru reaches out for Yasu's hand and Yasu spreads his fingers so that Subaru's can fit between them.
That afternoon, at practice, Subaru keeps looking at Yasu. When he's singing, when Yasu is playing a solo, when Maru stops them to tune his bass. Finally, Ohkura says a loud "OY" after Subaru spends an entire song circling around Yasu like a vulture.
"You don't hear that?" Ohkura says, in that way he gets when he's exhausted. "We're completely off."
Maru and Yasu apologize at the exact same time. Subaru spends the entire next song right in front of Yasu, just inches from his face. He doesn't hold back at all and the song pours out of him. Yasu looks at him until he can't anymore and has to close his eyes. Sometimes when he's playing, he can close his eyes, and see what the music looks like. The sounds of Ohkura's drums and Maru's bass look like big, square blocks; solid and structured. The sound of his guitar is like a liquid, running along the flat surfaces; in time with them, but a different entity. Then Subaru's voice is like a long thread, winding into every part of the music and wrapping around all of it until all the sounds look the same.
Yasu isn't sure if they sound perfect, but he likes the way it feels.
---
When Subaru tells the tour manager that they're going to do something else, he's ok with it, but just wants the blocking worked out ahead of time so that they can arrange the cameras (three of them, three different angles) and make sure the lighting is right. It's fake, like some things associated with his job are. But it's the kind of fake he can control a little.
When he kissed Ryo, it was simple. It was because he felt like it and Ryo felt like it and that was it, really. And he can't help but feel like this pressure is because of that kiss. Now they have to do something bigger and flashier.
When the show starts, it's just like any other. He runs onto the stage and explodes with energy. It's one of those nights when everything is working. Everything feels so effortless and when he runs from one side of the stage to the other, it's like he's floating. Sweat clings to his body, but he doesn't feel like he's expending any energy at all. When he stands up to sing his solo, the song just slides through him and he stands under the spotlight like a medium. They dance and he smiles without meaning to and the concert goes by so fast that it's the end of the night and he remembers the agreement with Yasu.
Yasu is smiling at him, coyly. He stands near the part of the stage where the drums are elevated and doesn't take his eyes off of Subaru. These things don't work when you think too hard about them and Subaru has been thinking too hard about it since the night before. He strides over to Yasu and tries to put intent behind it. Tries to pretend like there is conviction in his steps, but he doesn't know what to do. It feels like it's just the two of them and like none of this other chaos is around them and then Yasu does something that Subaru has never seen him do before - he hooks his finger, twice, beckoning for Subaru to come closer. It's almost funny, this image, because it doesn't look like something Yasu would do. It looks more like something that's going to earn him a ribbing for months afterwards. Then Subaru sees a camera flash come from somewhere to the side of the stage and he becomes completely aware of Yasu's theatrics.
All of them become someone a little different onstage, but it's always been an exaggeration of who they are rather than something insincere. Subaru wonders if there is a part of Yasu that he doesn't know anything about.
It happens fast and the camera lights are blinding. Subaru reaches him and Yasu puts a hand on the back of Subaru's thigh. Subaru can swear that Yasu just licked his lips, another thing he's never seen Yasu do. He presses Yasu into the elevated part of the stage, just holds their bodies together, and Yasu slides his hand up Subaru's back until his fingers tangle in Subaru's hair. Subaru spreads his hand out to the side of Yasu and they look at each other for one split second. Lights and flashes and screams and then it's over. The lights come down and Subaru can feel Yasu's breath on him.
"Yeah?" Yasu says, against his ear.
Subaru kisses Yasu in the dressing room and he kisses Yasu in an empty corridor, and he ducks out when everyone wants to go and eat so that he can kiss Yasu in the car and then kiss him in the elevator on the way to their rooms. Yasu makes so many different noises against his mouth and they all sound like he's enjoying it so Subaru just keeps kissing him.
---
Yasu thinks that he will never tell Subaru just how much he wanted him to do that because Subaru will find a way to tease him about it. When Subaru grabbed him in the dressing room and kissed him, hard against the wall, he just sank into it. He let Subaru do anything he wanted, touch him, kiss him, move him, anything. Then Subaru had nearly physically dragged him back to the hotel and Yasu let him do that too.
When Subaru closes the door behind them, Yasu is already far beyond aroused. He was hoping Subaru would just push him down on the bed, so he sits on the edge, leaning on one of his arms and trying to look as sexy as possible, but, unfortunately, it doesn't work.
"Stop that," Subaru says.
"Stop what?" Yasu says, disappointed.
Subaru tilts his head to his shoulder and puckers his lips and just looks generally ridiculous. "That," he says.
"I don't look like that," Yasu pouts.
"You did earlier."
"And look what you did afterwards," Yasu grins.
Subaru comes to where Yasu is sitting on the bed and stands in front of him. He looks like he's sizing Yasu up and Yasu swallows, feeling like the entire tone of the room has changed.
Subaru starts with his hands on Yasu's shoulders and touches the skin all the way down to the elbow, down the forearm, down to the tips of Yasu's middle fingers, then traces the same line back up again, watching Yasu the whole time. Yasu's breath is short and he watches Subaru too.
Subaru touches Yasu almost every day; he touches and hugs and holds his hand and runs his fingers through his hair. But this is the first time it's felt so charged. His hands are rough and when they reach the sleeves of Yasu's shirt, Subaru hooks his fingers underneath them and pulls Yasu's shirt up over his head.
Yasu can hear himself swallow. Subaru starts at his shoulders again, but this time his hands move directly down Yasu's chest, down to his belly, his fingers spread out and he touches Yasu's waist, not committing to anything, just touching.
And Yasu thinks that maybe this is why Subaru wouldn't kiss him in front of half of Japan. Subaru kisses Yasu with so much raw intent behind it that the door needs to be closed, they need to be alone, and it just doesn't look right dressed up in theatrics.
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The picture winds up in four different magazines, complete with hearts and blurbs from something they've said in some interview in the past. Speculation on their relationship, the "If one of us were a girl, we'd be dating," quote, the usual. Yasu sits on the floor of the hotel room and reads one of them.
"So I guess it worked," Yasu says, pointing to the part of the article with an eyewitness report from a fan. "This girl says she's known all along that we were in love. Aww. How sweet!"
Subaru rolls his eyes. "I can't believe you're reading that."
"Why not? It's a pretty good picture, I think."
"Oh yeah? Do you get off when someone is watching or something? That's quite a voyeurism fetish if you need a few thousand people to fulfill it."
"Shut up! That's not what I mean."
Then Subaru is sitting with his knees on either side of Yasu's hips and his tongue opening up Yasu's mouth.
"Speaking of someone watching..." Hina says from the doorway and Yasu scrambles a few feet away, practically throwing Subaru off of him.
"Sorry," Yasu says, weakly.
"What do you want?" Subaru nearly whines.
"I need Yasu's help with something," He shrugs. "That ok?"
"Sure, fine, whatever." Subaru picks up the magazine that he'd just chided Yasu for looking at.
"Oh, I'll give him back," Hina says.
Then Hina looks at Yasu from the doorway with a coy smile and he reaches out a finger and hooks it, twice, beckoning Yasu to come to him.
Subaru throws the magazine down in a fit of laughter.
For the rest of the tour, anyone who needs Yasu for any reason at all, calls him this way and it never stops turning him red.