drabbles #9
[12.05.2008]
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Frustration and Exhaustion (Shige x Sho; R) for moonbyrd.
Sho tries so hard but he just can't and he's been trying for about an hour now and still nothing and Shige's just looking at him and barely holding in a sigh as he wraps a fist around Sho's cock but still nothing and then he sucks a little bit but it still stays limp and Sho has never felt so frustrated and absolutely exhausted in his LIFE.
Finally, Shige, who is probably even more frustrated and exhausted than Sho, lets out an explosive sigh, "Maybe we should call it a night."
"NO," Sho nearly cries as Shige fists himself and gets off with a sad little groan. Sho cringes at the sound. Coming has never sounded so lonely. "NO I CAN GET IT UP I SWEAR. I JUST. I'M...STRESSED."
Shige just looks at him. "Aren't we all?" Shige deadpans as he turns to his side and falls asleep within a couple minutes.
Meanwhile, Sho spends the next few hours glaring at his penis.
Dildo (Massu x Shige; PG-13) for no1_jo.
When Massu silently hands him a neon pink dildo, Shige just blinks. At first he stares at the dildo because, well, it's a dildo. But then he stares at Massu, because it's Massu who's handing it to him with a frown on his usually cheerful face. And that's even weirder (then he puts the two together and his brain nearly explodes with the weird).
"What. Why," Shige splutters, holding the dildo away from him like it was diseased. And hey, who knows where the thing had been? Chances are high that it was. But Shige tries not to think about that, instead he attempts (and fails) to give the dildo back to Massu.
Massu grimaces at the sight of the toy, "I got it as a present. I don't really want it."
Shige wonders who on earth would get this for Massu, and then Shige's face falls even further, as he realizes what Massu is implying. He scoffs, offended, "And why do you think I would want this?"
Massu shrugs, and before Shige can say anything else, Tegoshi bounds into the room with a gleeful smile, "Massu, let's go eat!" Massu beams and moves to go, but then Tegoshi notices the item in Shige’s trembling hands, "Whoa Shige, a dildo? I didn't know you were kinky like that," he says with judgment written all over his puckered face (but really, who is Tegoshi to judge?).
Shige opens his mouth to defend himself but then Massu answers for him. "Maybe Shige is just weird like that," Massu says knowingly as they walk out the door. Tegoshi laughs that high-pitched laugh that Shige hates in agreement and then they are gone and the room is quiet once more.
It takes a moment before what just happened registers in Shige's mind, and then when it does, he sighs. After a quick glance around the room, he stuffs the dildo into his backpack.
Fight (Shige x Yoko; PG-13) for kegom.
Shige glares at Yoko. If he thinks hard enough, maybe he can get lasers to shoot out of his eyes and annihilate the idiot in front of him. It’s an idle dream he’s had since he was six, and maybe today is the day it will come true. Meanwhile, Yoko giggles and bats Shige’s face. Shige tries again. Nothing. Maybe tomorrow then.
Yoko stretches his body into Shige’s lap and lets out a stream of drunken nonsensical words, and that’s when Shige loses it. He pushes Yoko off of his lap and watches in slight horror as Yoko’s head careens into the table, and Yoko groans as the table rattles unsteadily. Shige is more concerned for the table than for Yoko’s brain (he’s pretty sure all brain cells have long disintegrated by now anyway), but he helps Yoko up to a very lopsided seated position.
Shige thinks now would be a good time to grab the tab when Yoko looks at him with challenging, yet hazy eyes. “Let’s fight for him!” Yoko declares hotly.
“What.” Shige deadpans, as he tries to keep Yoko’s hands away from Shige’s thigh. “Yokoyama-kun, I think you need to get home.”
Yoko lets out a gurgle before reaching out and grabbing Shige’s chin, forcing the younger man to look at him, “No. We are going to do this right now. You. Me. Here. We are going to fight for Ryo-chan. And I am going to win, because Nishikido Ryo IS Kanjani8.”
Shige swallows, because he really has nothing to argue against that.
After concerts (Nino x Ohno; PG) for rikke_leonheart
Ohno washes his face with ice-cold water, struggling to catch his breath after the excitement that just minutes ago coursed through his veins. It's been a long night, but, thankfully, a fairly uneventful one for Ohno. He had only tripped up once during the concert and there was a slight problem with his mike during the first song but other than that, nothing. He tries to stretch his tired limbs and thinks about the long ride back home to his warm comforting bed. Even though it's been a fun night, he's tired. So tired. Sometimes concerts day after day can be too much.
His thought process is interrupted by a slight hip bump. Ohno nearly stumbles. "You did well, leader," Nino says, sidling up to Ohno and handing him a towel. A pause, before Nino cocks his head. Nino’s voice is soft but worry laces every word, "You're looking sort of drained."
Ohno sighs, "It's been a long night."
The two of them stand by the sink for moment before Nino flashes him a lopsided smile, "But a great one, right?" His tone implies that the question is rhetorical but Ohno can’t help but laugh in response.
"Yeah," Ohno smiles back, "yeah, it was."
Thighs (Massu x Nakamaru; PG-13) for beililee
Massu has lovely thighs. Everyone knows this and Nakamaru, who actually is a human being and therefore part of everyone, also knows this. He knows because he has seen Massu's thighs, has seen the muscles rippling under fine skin as Massu trains, as Massu dances, as Massu sits. Massu's thighs are beautiful, everyone knows, but Nakamaru is the only one that knows them intimately, and he relishes the way they wrap around his waist and flutter against Nakamaru's less lovely thighs with the soft sigh of skin against skin.
Lipstick (Kame-centric; PG-13) for mujun.
Kame remembers when he was young and curious and free, and he remembers grabbing the lipstick off his mother's counter top one day and applying it firm against his puckered lips. Remembers standing on tippy toes, looking into the mirror as the bright red of the forbidden lipstick lingered smoothly on the curve of his lips. It just didn’t make sense to him, why his mother felt the need to cover her lips with an unnatural shade. Her lips were just fine the way they were.
Years later, Kame learns that lipstick is supposed to make girls sexy, is supposed to attract men, is supposed to make him swoon. So he kisses girls who wear lipstick, leaving imprints like soft shadows that whisper against his lips. Kisses girls with dark dark lipstick and bright pink lipstick and sometimes the traces of color smudge or crack, but in the end, the sight of lipstick on lips still doesn’t work.
But Kame supposes that’s just the world he lives in, so in the meantime, he looks at his date’s freshly painted ruby lips, and he forces himself to lean in.
Comforting Words (Jin x Kame; PG-13) for rea_irixyu.
Jin laughs when he reads the tabloids the morning Kame's scandal breaks.
"You know," Jin says in between his side-bursting laughter (Kame glares). "You know there's a problem when your scandal is more fucked up than mine."
Kame glares a little harder, "Thanks, you douchebag."
"Love you too, bitch," Jin retorts.
Surprisingly, Kame feels a little better after that.
Poetry (Koyama x Shige; PG-13) for dark3princess.
Shige writes poetry not because he's particularly good at it or anything, but because that's all he knows. Poem after poem after poem all written for that one man who will probably never understand what Shige feels for him. And yet, Shige continues to write. He writes haikus illustrating the curve in Koyama's spine, prose about Koyama's high staccato laugh, rhymes detailing Koyama's smooth smooth skin. He writes because he can never tell Koyama what he feels, and every time he writes, it's like he loses a piece of himself, of his sanity, with each penned word.
Dreams (Ryo x Shige; PG-13) for enachka.
Ryo dreams in Technicolor and sharp flashes of light. He dreams of explosions and fast-paced adventures and big-boobed girls and heart-pounding music. Ryo dreams about being someone bigger, of being a hero, someone no one will ever be able to beat. Sometimes in those dreams of go go go Ryo dreams about Shige, but usually they never end well. Most times, Ryo ends up hurting, leaving, killing Shige in the most cruel and unusual ways that can only be found in Ryo’s bright and twisted dreams.
Ryo never remembers his dreams with Shige, and if he does, he usually brushes them off as an oddity and, with a quick scratch of his balls, gets ready for the upcoming day.
Shige dreams in dark tones, in black and white. In Shige’s dreams are his worries, his never-ending fears about his future, about his life, about everything. Shige’s dreams are filled with haze, with stumbling through dark corridors and blindly reaching for elusive handles. Sometimes Shige dreams about Ryo, and when he does it is usually Ryo that Shige is searching for as he shuffles through empty forests and dark dark alleyways. Shige never succeeds in these dreams where Ryo is the goal and Shige the seeker. And it never really surprises him when he doesn’t.
Shige always remembers when he dreams about Ryo, and each time he does he tries his best to forget about it as he sings extra loud in the shower, recite law terms as he does a few morning crunches, reads texts on his way to school (and nothing ever works).
AN:XDDDDD Last of the old fics!
Enjoy!
Frustration and Exhaustion (Shige x Sho; R) for moonbyrd.
Sho tries so hard but he just can't and he's been trying for about an hour now and still nothing and Shige's just looking at him and barely holding in a sigh as he wraps a fist around Sho's cock but still nothing and then he sucks a little bit but it still stays limp and Sho has never felt so frustrated and absolutely exhausted in his LIFE.
Finally, Shige, who is probably even more frustrated and exhausted than Sho, lets out an explosive sigh, "Maybe we should call it a night."
"NO," Sho nearly cries as Shige fists himself and gets off with a sad little groan. Sho cringes at the sound. Coming has never sounded so lonely. "NO I CAN GET IT UP I SWEAR. I JUST. I'M...STRESSED."
Shige just looks at him. "Aren't we all?" Shige deadpans as he turns to his side and falls asleep within a couple minutes.
Meanwhile, Sho spends the next few hours glaring at his penis.
Dildo (Massu x Shige; PG-13) for no1_jo.
When Massu silently hands him a neon pink dildo, Shige just blinks. At first he stares at the dildo because, well, it's a dildo. But then he stares at Massu, because it's Massu who's handing it to him with a frown on his usually cheerful face. And that's even weirder (then he puts the two together and his brain nearly explodes with the weird).
"What. Why," Shige splutters, holding the dildo away from him like it was diseased. And hey, who knows where the thing had been? Chances are high that it was. But Shige tries not to think about that, instead he attempts (and fails) to give the dildo back to Massu.
Massu grimaces at the sight of the toy, "I got it as a present. I don't really want it."
Shige wonders who on earth would get this for Massu, and then Shige's face falls even further, as he realizes what Massu is implying. He scoffs, offended, "And why do you think I would want this?"
Massu shrugs, and before Shige can say anything else, Tegoshi bounds into the room with a gleeful smile, "Massu, let's go eat!" Massu beams and moves to go, but then Tegoshi notices the item in Shige’s trembling hands, "Whoa Shige, a dildo? I didn't know you were kinky like that," he says with judgment written all over his puckered face (but really, who is Tegoshi to judge?).
Shige opens his mouth to defend himself but then Massu answers for him. "Maybe Shige is just weird like that," Massu says knowingly as they walk out the door. Tegoshi laughs that high-pitched laugh that Shige hates in agreement and then they are gone and the room is quiet once more.
It takes a moment before what just happened registers in Shige's mind, and then when it does, he sighs. After a quick glance around the room, he stuffs the dildo into his backpack.
Fight (Shige x Yoko; PG-13) for kegom.
Shige glares at Yoko. If he thinks hard enough, maybe he can get lasers to shoot out of his eyes and annihilate the idiot in front of him. It’s an idle dream he’s had since he was six, and maybe today is the day it will come true. Meanwhile, Yoko giggles and bats Shige’s face. Shige tries again. Nothing. Maybe tomorrow then.
Yoko stretches his body into Shige’s lap and lets out a stream of drunken nonsensical words, and that’s when Shige loses it. He pushes Yoko off of his lap and watches in slight horror as Yoko’s head careens into the table, and Yoko groans as the table rattles unsteadily. Shige is more concerned for the table than for Yoko’s brain (he’s pretty sure all brain cells have long disintegrated by now anyway), but he helps Yoko up to a very lopsided seated position.
Shige thinks now would be a good time to grab the tab when Yoko looks at him with challenging, yet hazy eyes. “Let’s fight for him!” Yoko declares hotly.
“What.” Shige deadpans, as he tries to keep Yoko’s hands away from Shige’s thigh. “Yokoyama-kun, I think you need to get home.”
Yoko lets out a gurgle before reaching out and grabbing Shige’s chin, forcing the younger man to look at him, “No. We are going to do this right now. You. Me. Here. We are going to fight for Ryo-chan. And I am going to win, because Nishikido Ryo IS Kanjani8.”
Shige swallows, because he really has nothing to argue against that.
After concerts (Nino x Ohno; PG) for rikke_leonheart
Ohno washes his face with ice-cold water, struggling to catch his breath after the excitement that just minutes ago coursed through his veins. It's been a long night, but, thankfully, a fairly uneventful one for Ohno. He had only tripped up once during the concert and there was a slight problem with his mike during the first song but other than that, nothing. He tries to stretch his tired limbs and thinks about the long ride back home to his warm comforting bed. Even though it's been a fun night, he's tired. So tired. Sometimes concerts day after day can be too much.
His thought process is interrupted by a slight hip bump. Ohno nearly stumbles. "You did well, leader," Nino says, sidling up to Ohno and handing him a towel. A pause, before Nino cocks his head. Nino’s voice is soft but worry laces every word, "You're looking sort of drained."
Ohno sighs, "It's been a long night."
The two of them stand by the sink for moment before Nino flashes him a lopsided smile, "But a great one, right?" His tone implies that the question is rhetorical but Ohno can’t help but laugh in response.
"Yeah," Ohno smiles back, "yeah, it was."
Thighs (Massu x Nakamaru; PG-13) for beililee
Massu has lovely thighs. Everyone knows this and Nakamaru, who actually is a human being and therefore part of everyone, also knows this. He knows because he has seen Massu's thighs, has seen the muscles rippling under fine skin as Massu trains, as Massu dances, as Massu sits. Massu's thighs are beautiful, everyone knows, but Nakamaru is the only one that knows them intimately, and he relishes the way they wrap around his waist and flutter against Nakamaru's less lovely thighs with the soft sigh of skin against skin.
Lipstick (Kame-centric; PG-13) for mujun.
Kame remembers when he was young and curious and free, and he remembers grabbing the lipstick off his mother's counter top one day and applying it firm against his puckered lips. Remembers standing on tippy toes, looking into the mirror as the bright red of the forbidden lipstick lingered smoothly on the curve of his lips. It just didn’t make sense to him, why his mother felt the need to cover her lips with an unnatural shade. Her lips were just fine the way they were.
Years later, Kame learns that lipstick is supposed to make girls sexy, is supposed to attract men, is supposed to make him swoon. So he kisses girls who wear lipstick, leaving imprints like soft shadows that whisper against his lips. Kisses girls with dark dark lipstick and bright pink lipstick and sometimes the traces of color smudge or crack, but in the end, the sight of lipstick on lips still doesn’t work.
But Kame supposes that’s just the world he lives in, so in the meantime, he looks at his date’s freshly painted ruby lips, and he forces himself to lean in.
Comforting Words (Jin x Kame; PG-13) for rea_irixyu.
Jin laughs when he reads the tabloids the morning Kame's scandal breaks.
"You know," Jin says in between his side-bursting laughter (Kame glares). "You know there's a problem when your scandal is more fucked up than mine."
Kame glares a little harder, "Thanks, you douchebag."
"Love you too, bitch," Jin retorts.
Surprisingly, Kame feels a little better after that.
Poetry (Koyama x Shige; PG-13) for dark3princess.
Shige writes poetry not because he's particularly good at it or anything, but because that's all he knows. Poem after poem after poem all written for that one man who will probably never understand what Shige feels for him. And yet, Shige continues to write. He writes haikus illustrating the curve in Koyama's spine, prose about Koyama's high staccato laugh, rhymes detailing Koyama's smooth smooth skin. He writes because he can never tell Koyama what he feels, and every time he writes, it's like he loses a piece of himself, of his sanity, with each penned word.
Dreams (Ryo x Shige; PG-13) for enachka.
Ryo dreams in Technicolor and sharp flashes of light. He dreams of explosions and fast-paced adventures and big-boobed girls and heart-pounding music. Ryo dreams about being someone bigger, of being a hero, someone no one will ever be able to beat. Sometimes in those dreams of go go go Ryo dreams about Shige, but usually they never end well. Most times, Ryo ends up hurting, leaving, killing Shige in the most cruel and unusual ways that can only be found in Ryo’s bright and twisted dreams.
Ryo never remembers his dreams with Shige, and if he does, he usually brushes them off as an oddity and, with a quick scratch of his balls, gets ready for the upcoming day.
Shige dreams in dark tones, in black and white. In Shige’s dreams are his worries, his never-ending fears about his future, about his life, about everything. Shige’s dreams are filled with haze, with stumbling through dark corridors and blindly reaching for elusive handles. Sometimes Shige dreams about Ryo, and when he does it is usually Ryo that Shige is searching for as he shuffles through empty forests and dark dark alleyways. Shige never succeeds in these dreams where Ryo is the goal and Shige the seeker. And it never really surprises him when he doesn’t.
Shige always remembers when he dreams about Ryo, and each time he does he tries his best to forget about it as he sings extra loud in the shower, recite law terms as he does a few morning crunches, reads texts on his way to school (and nothing ever works).
AN:XDDDDD Last of the old fics!