drabbles #4
[08.25.2008]
Thirteen drabbles (out of way too many for my own good). Why am I posting them? Because I can :D.
Hugs (Koyama x Ryo; G) for zukkii.
When Ryo and Koyama hug, it’s always a painful experience. No, seriously, it is. They never get the positioning right, or the timing, or something. Sometimes, they both move forward at the same time and elbows knock in the elbows and ribs scrape into ribs. Sometimes, Ryo’s shoulder digs a little too deep into Koyama’s collarbone and sometimes, Koyama squeezes so tight that Ryo has trouble breathing. Other times, Ryo steps on Koyama’s toes or Koyama pushes forward so hard that they fall with the momentum. But even though it’s a physically painful experience, Koyama and Ryo continue to hold each other despite all that, because at the end of the day, sometimes all that there is left for them to do is to bruise each other with their hugs and just remind each other that the other person is there.
Shige and Koki switch bodies (Ryo x Shige; PG) for shangrilove.
When Shige walks through the door, Ryo smiles but before he can say anything, Shige makes a complicated gangster sign and swaggers over to Tegoshi’s side. “Yo,” he calls out gruffly, sitting down and spreading his legs wide as he bobs his head and juts out his jaw.
Ryo stares (not just because he likes Shige’s legs spread wide and open and wanting and he’s still in the dressing room he should probably stop that train of thought) and then he hears Koyama chuckle.
“He and Koki switched bodies, so it’s good you didn’t kiss him hello. I don’t know if Koki would’ve appreciated that.” Koyama pats Ryo’s back comfortingly before asking Shige (Koki, it’s Koki now) if he wanted some tea.
While Koyama makes tea for all of them, Ryo watches Shige (KOKI KOKI KOKI) teach Tegoshi some sort of gang sign and rap about Tegoshi’s hair, and suddenly Ryo feels the very distinct urge to cry.
Shige seduces Jun as revenge against Sho (Jun x Shige; PG-13) for mrsatterthwaite.
When Shige walks up to Jun with smoke rimmed eyes and a smirk that makes Jun squirm (but in such a delicious way), the first thing he does is look at Sho, who is pointedly not looking at them. He turns back to Shige, who has gotten so close that Jun can see the fine hairs on Shige’s skin and feel the heat that practically radiates from his body.
“Want to dance?” Shige’s velvet smooth voice rumbles deep in Jun’s ear.
Jun swallows, “Why?” He lets Shige come even closer and it’s like they’re opposite poles of magnets, the way Jun can’t seem to pull away.
“No reason, really,” Shige licks his lips and it should look slutty but instead it just looks hot and Jun doesn’t stop Shige when he reaches a hand out to rest lightly on Jun’s forearm. “I just wanted to dance with someone…different.”
And though Jun should say no (Sho would definitely not approve), he can’t help but want what Shige is suggesting hinting desiring. He glances back at Sho, who is by now full out glaring at the pair, and for some reason beyond his understanding, Jun doesn’t do anything as he lets Shige pull him into the crowd and flush against his body.
Matsujun and Kame go shopping (G) for the JE gen meme.
“Does this make me look fat?” Kame twirls around prettily in front of the mirror, scrutinizing eyes roaming carefully over every inch of the jeans he was trying on.
Meanwhile, Jun’s eye twitches at the sight, “YES,” he seethes.
Kame’s face falls as he whips back to face the mirror. “Really?” he gasps, and spends the next five minutes posing in various positions to see the full effect of his jeans.
Jun rolls his eyes at Kame’s frantic antics, because clearly anyone with eyes could see that Jun was lying. Kame looks great in those pants, which clearly define every contour and outline smoothly the nice line of his legs. Jun glances at the pile of clothes he wanted to try on, with the same exact pair of grey faded vintage jeans staring mockingly on top.
If only he had tried on those jeans first, because now that Kame has already tried them on and sampled them, Kame has unofficial (but in the world of shopping, it is always official) dibs.
It also does not help that Kame actually can work a pair of jeans, maybe even better than Jun
(on an off day, of course, Kame still has a long way to go compared to his sempai in Jun’s humble opinion).
Sometimes Jun really hates shopping with Kame, because while Jun has a keen eye for good fashion, he forgets that Kame does also. A similar eye, enough so to take at least half the clothes Jun wants for himself. It’s always a bit of a problem; Jun doesn’t know why he keeps on going out with Kame and subjecting himself to such a travesty each and every time.
Then Kame giggles and Jun’s head snaps up to meet his, and he doesn’t know what it is but Kame is looking at something in his dressing room with great amusement. “What?” Jun asks woefully, already thinking about the layout of the store and wondering if he can find something else amazing before Kame snatches it up from under his nose.
Kame shakes his head, “You know what? I don’t really like these jeans that much. You’re right, they do make me look fat.” Jun stares and Kame grins, “I’m going to try on something else, you should try on what you’ve chosen too!”
And then Kame heads back into his dressing room without another word, and when Jun finally realizes what Kame was saying, he can’t help but smile as he closes the door and puts on those oh so desired jeans.
He knew there was a reason he went shopping with Kame.
Shige and Nakamaru make plans for a date (Nakamaru x Shige; G) for speckled_writer.
“SO,” Nakamaru says, “SO ABOUT TOMORROW.” Even though Nakamaru’s voice is kind of fuzzy over the phone, Shige can still practically taste the nervousness radiating from the man.
“Yes, Nakamaru-kun?” Shige smiles, “And you can stop yelling now.”
It’s been a week since Shige got that first awkward phone call which went something along the lines of “HI THIS IS NAKAMARU MASSU GAVE ME YOUR PHONE NUMBER HE TELLS ME I SHOULD TELL YOU THAT I SORT OF KIND OF LIKE YOU AND HAHAHAHA IT’S ACTUALLY TRUE BUT IF THIS FREAKS YOU OUT THAT’S TOTALLY COOL JUST PRETEND THIS NEVER HAPPENED WOULD YOU GO OUT WITH ME FRIDAY?” To which Shige said yes, and Nakamaru replied “OKAY I WILL CALL YOU BACK WITH MORE DETAILS BYE.”
And that was the end of that conversation (Massu admits later that Nakamaru freaked out after the phone call was over and wouldn’t stop grinning during the whole week, which Shige wishes he could witness on his own), and Shige was beginning to wonder if Nakamaru would ever get back to him.
Meanwhile, Nakamaru hacks, “Sorry, I’m nervous.” Which makes Shige smile again, because if he were honest with himself, he’s nervous too. “Um, so, can you, I mean, tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” Shige replies warmly, “Yeah I can. Where were you planning on going?”
There’s a pause before the explosion hits. Again, “I TRIED SO HARD TO THINK OF SOMETHING KATO-KUN AND EVERYTIME I TRIED THEY WERE ALL JUST AWFUL IDEAS AND REALLY I’D DO ANYTHING WITH YOU AS LONG AS IT’S WITH YOU AND OH MY GOD I SOUND LIKE A GIRL AND-“
“Nakamaru-kun,” Shige laughs, “Nakamaru-kun, would you like to meet up for dinner tomorrow? I know a great yakitori place.”
And then Shige hears a deep relieved sigh. “Yes,” Nakamaru breaths, “Yes, I would love that. Um, Massu can give me your address, so, pick you up at six?”
“Six is great,” Shige says, and when he hangs up a few minutes later, it takes everything in him not to squeal with joy (and then he does so anyway).
NEWS on a deserted island (NEWS; PG) for currynana.
Shige curses as Ryo starts choking and waving his hands wildly around in panic, and Shige can only watch helplessly as he holds Ryo upright and Ryo vomits and vomits and vomits into the ground nothing (because none of them have eaten for a couple days now) but the lining of his stomach and then some.
When Ryo shakily lifts his hands for Shige to see, he can see traces of berry juice staining Ryo’s fingers, and Shige’s voice is shrill with terror, “I TOLD YOU NOT TO EAT THOSE.”
“But,” Ryo whines, wheezing as he does, “I was HUNGRY.” Shige rolls his eyes and spends the next half hour dragging Ryo back to their makeshift fort, where Koyama is sitting and tending to the smoke signal.
Koyama jumps up at the sight of Ryo’s limp shuddering body and helps Ryo to a log, “What the hell happened?” Koyama demands with a voice two times higher than usual, and Shige notes that in the time they were gone, Koyama has managed to scratch all of his mosquito bites open until they bled. It’s a pretty disturbing sight, but then again, this whole situation is disturbing.
“He ate some poisonous berries, I think,” Shige sighs, and he squints at the beautiful crystal blue sea in front of them with no ship in sight, “Nothing?”
Koyama shakes his head, “The others haven’t come back ye-“ and at that they hear a low pained whimper as Yamapi and Tegoshi burst through the foliage with Massu in tow, who has never looked more uncomfortable in his life, lip already bleeding through from where he bit into it.
Ryo grabs onto Shige’s shirt feebly when Shige makes a move over to Massu, “What’s going on?” Ryo coughs, eyes fluttering madly, and Shige’s hand almost burns when he lifts it to Ryo’s forehand. Fever. That did not bode well. Shige looks back at Massu who is now rolling on the ground and clutching at his leg desperately, “I think…I think Massu broke his leg or something. Shit.”
“Damn,” Ryo breathes, and then his hands reach out blindly to grab Shige’s coarse and weary ones, “Shige, I don’t feel so good.”
Shige gulps and looks around their group. Koyama has those creepy scratched out mosquito bites, Massu is incapacitated, Tegoshi’s back looks like the sun came down and ripped the skin clean off with that sunburn and Yamapi has bruises battered ugly all over his body. And then he looks back at Ryo, with a scarily high fever and tremors racking throughout his body.
He holds Ryo’s hand tightly and squeezes, “We’re going to be fine,” he says hollowly. It’s what they’ve all been saying since day one, but it’s clear that no one believes it anymore.
Ryo and Shige have a moment (Ryo x Shige; PG) for vinyaromeniel.
Shige can feel Ryo’s eyelashes flutter soft against the smooth of his skin, hairs barely grazing the curve of his nipple, and Ryo nuzzles closer with a content sigh as Shige reaches a hand towards Ryo’s hair, threading his fingers through the silky locks.
The two of them lay there and it feels like just a moment and an eternity at the same time. Neither of them wants to move, but then Shige is the first to pull away (he usually is).
Ryo groans at the movement and bats around blindly at the space where Shige was just sleeping, and without opening his eyes he flips over to lie on his stomach and take in the remnants of Shige’s body heat still soaked in the sheets.
Shige smiles at the sight and leans over Ryo’s relaxed body. “I’ve got to go,” Shige whispers into the curve of Ryo’s back, dragging his lips gently over the plane of Ryo’s shoulder blade.
And though they both don’t want to part, the unsaid words But I promise to be back are enough for the two of them to leave each other each morning and face the new day.
Shige and Kame are in a drama together and Ryo does not approve (Ryo x Shige; PG) for seimeinohana.
“I JUST WANTED TO SAY,” Ryo huffs the moment Shige walks into the NEWS dressing room, “I just wanted to say that I do not approve of your and Kame’s…antics.” He says the last word like it gives him a bad taste in his mouth just thinking about it.
Shige stares, “What antics? And what the hell do you care anyway?” Shige drops his bag onto the couch across from Ryo and jumps onto it with a sigh, snuggling into the seat with a relaxed stretch.
Ryo huffs again, “I don’t. Care that is. I just think you have better things to do with your time than flirt with Kame.”
Shige’s cell phone rings at that moment. “Ryo, we’re in a drama together. We kind of have to get along,” Shige laughs as he picks up, “Yeah, oh hey.” A pause, during which Ryo glares but Shige just ignores him, “Oh, dinner would be great. Right, okay, see you at filming tonight.” He hangs up with a smile and turns back to Ryo, “That was-“
Ryo seethes, “That was Kame, wasn’t it?” Shige nods with a bit of a smirk and Ryo’s eyes narrow, “I do not approve.”
“You said that already,” Shige says lightly, and then Ryo can only stare as Shige bounds up from his seat and towards Ryo. He leans in close, breath heavy against his ear and aftershave washing over Ryo’s senses, “So what are you going to do about it?”
And at that, Ryo grins.
Ohno comes over to Jun's place (Jun x Ohno; PG) for salwaphoenix.
Sometimes Jun wakes up to a feeble knocking on his door, as if whoever’s outside doesn’t think he should be there, as if all his energy has been depleted. And Jun always knows who it is each time; it’s always the same person, always the same weary knock. He pads to the door and opens it with a frown, “Ohno, why aren’t you in bed?”
Ohno shrugs, “Filming just let out.” That’s usually the case when Ohno comes over, since Jun’s place is so much closer to the Maou filming studio than Ohno’s house, and it’s easier for Ohno to come and bug Jun than to take the commute home and wake up his mother. Jun just sighs and stands aside to let Ohno in.
“Have you eaten anything?” Jun asks, eyeing Ohno’s thinning face sharply.
Ohno just looks at Jun and doesn’t answer.
Jun follows Ohno into the living room, “I’m going to try that again. Have you eaten dinner?”
“Jun,” Ohno says softly, “Jun, I’m tired. I’ll eat breakfast tomorrow, okay? Something big and filling and calorie-laden.” He stretches out on the couch comfortably and tosses his jacket on the floor.
Jun sighs and picks up the jacket, placing it neatly on the sofa’s arm. “Promise,” Jun says harshly, the timbre in his voice wavy, eyes begging Ohno to understand.
Ohno swallows, and reaches a hand to Jun’s shoulder before squeezing gently, “Good night.”
Jin wants in Shige's pants (Jin x Shige; R) for fireflychen.
Jin corners Shige after dance practice, face to face and bodies a little too close for Shige’s comfort. Shige’s sweaty and tired and really not in the mood for this, but apparently Jin is.
“You’re awkward,” Jin says, as if he’s the authority on the matter.
Shige snorts, “Thanks.” He tries to push Jin aside but to no avail, Jin refuses to budge and make Shige’s life just a little easier.
“You’re awkward,” Jin repeats, “But I want to do you anyway.”
Jin looks at him with expectant eyes and Shige gapes, “Um, thanks again?” Then as he tries to slip past, Jin pushes Shige against the wall and Shige’s eyes water, shoulder blade digging painfully into the unforgiving wall, “Fuck, Akanishi. That hurt!”
“Fuck,” Jin whispers, breath coolly washing over Shige’s neck, “Yes, fuck. Let’s do that.”
And then Jin grinds slow against Shige’s thigh and palms Shige through his sweatpants, and Shige forgets what he’s about to say next.
Chocolate (Massu x Ryo; PG) for flipbookfrog.
Ryo stares at the Hershey bar in Massu’s hand, “Is that for me?”
Massu looks at Ryo with a cocked head before laughing, “No, of course not.” He waves the bar closer to Ryo’s face, and maybe it’s just that Ryo’s hungry, but he can smell the chocolate through the wrapper, oh so sinfully delicious, “I can’t open it and since you’re so strooong I was hoping you could do it for me.”
Ryo hears Shige snort in the corner and Ryo sends a glare in his direction before turning back to Massu’s hopeful face, “Massu, don’t pull a Tegoshi. Sucking up doesn’t suit you.” And Massu crinkles his nose as Ryo rips the chocolate bar away.
It takes him 1.4 seconds for Ryo to open it and Massu beams as Ryo hands it back with a scowl, “That was easy. You’re pathetic.”
“Maybe,” Massu shrugs, “But you helped me anyway.” And Massu walks away with a skip in his step.
Ryo wonders if maybe he can bully Shige into buying him a Snickers bar.
Bentos (Massu x Yamapi; G) for flipbookfrog.
Massu stares hard at the two bentos between them, while Yamapi stares at Massu.
“Well the blue one has one extra shrimp and two more dumplings, but the red one has more rice and less vegetables,” Massu says seriously, and then he picks them both up, weighing them carefully. “Hmm, at least they weigh the same.” Finally Massu sighs, and looks up to Yamapi, who is still staring at Massu’s silk smooth features and baby soft hair cradling Massu’s face, “What do you think? I can’t choose. You can pick which one you want.”
Yamapi starts and furrows his brows at the bentos in front of him, “I’ll take whatever you don’t want.”
Massu laughs, cuffing Yamapi gently on the shoulder. You weren’t listening,” Massu acknowledges.
“No,” Yamapi admits, and Massu’s resulting smile makes his breath catch in his throat and he can’t hear Massu repeat his question.
Koyama and Shige need more love (Koyama x Shige; PG) for lanarnia.
When Shige first jokes about how the two of them don’t get enough love, Koyama just laughs and pours Shige another beer, but later when Shige is practically knocked out with the alcohol coursing through his veins, Koyama can’t help but think about it.
About the love (or lack of it).
Koyama supposes he can understand it. Why he will never be the most popular. He doesn’t have the best voice, the greatest dance moves, the biggest muscles, the sharpest wit, nothing really. As far as Johnny’s goes, he’s just…average. But still, even though he isn’t the best best, it doesn’t hurt to get a little recognition, right?
Shige stirs a little at that moment and Koyama looks at him with gentle eyes. “Why don’t we get more love?” he asks wonderingly.
“Because I love you enough for a bajillion million fans,” Shige mumbles with a gurgle, and Koyama laughs.
Koyama supposes that that’s enough.
AN: XD
Thirteen drabbles (out of way too many for my own good). Why am I posting them? Because I can :D.
Hugs (Koyama x Ryo; G) for zukkii.
When Ryo and Koyama hug, it’s always a painful experience. No, seriously, it is. They never get the positioning right, or the timing, or something. Sometimes, they both move forward at the same time and elbows knock in the elbows and ribs scrape into ribs. Sometimes, Ryo’s shoulder digs a little too deep into Koyama’s collarbone and sometimes, Koyama squeezes so tight that Ryo has trouble breathing. Other times, Ryo steps on Koyama’s toes or Koyama pushes forward so hard that they fall with the momentum. But even though it’s a physically painful experience, Koyama and Ryo continue to hold each other despite all that, because at the end of the day, sometimes all that there is left for them to do is to bruise each other with their hugs and just remind each other that the other person is there.
Shige and Koki switch bodies (Ryo x Shige; PG) for shangrilove.
When Shige walks through the door, Ryo smiles but before he can say anything, Shige makes a complicated gangster sign and swaggers over to Tegoshi’s side. “Yo,” he calls out gruffly, sitting down and spreading his legs wide as he bobs his head and juts out his jaw.
Ryo stares (not just because he likes Shige’s legs spread wide and open and wanting and he’s still in the dressing room he should probably stop that train of thought) and then he hears Koyama chuckle.
“He and Koki switched bodies, so it’s good you didn’t kiss him hello. I don’t know if Koki would’ve appreciated that.” Koyama pats Ryo’s back comfortingly before asking Shige (Koki, it’s Koki now) if he wanted some tea.
While Koyama makes tea for all of them, Ryo watches Shige (KOKI KOKI KOKI) teach Tegoshi some sort of gang sign and rap about Tegoshi’s hair, and suddenly Ryo feels the very distinct urge to cry.
Shige seduces Jun as revenge against Sho (Jun x Shige; PG-13) for mrsatterthwaite.
When Shige walks up to Jun with smoke rimmed eyes and a smirk that makes Jun squirm (but in such a delicious way), the first thing he does is look at Sho, who is pointedly not looking at them. He turns back to Shige, who has gotten so close that Jun can see the fine hairs on Shige’s skin and feel the heat that practically radiates from his body.
“Want to dance?” Shige’s velvet smooth voice rumbles deep in Jun’s ear.
Jun swallows, “Why?” He lets Shige come even closer and it’s like they’re opposite poles of magnets, the way Jun can’t seem to pull away.
“No reason, really,” Shige licks his lips and it should look slutty but instead it just looks hot and Jun doesn’t stop Shige when he reaches a hand out to rest lightly on Jun’s forearm. “I just wanted to dance with someone…different.”
And though Jun should say no (Sho would definitely not approve), he can’t help but want what Shige is suggesting hinting desiring. He glances back at Sho, who is by now full out glaring at the pair, and for some reason beyond his understanding, Jun doesn’t do anything as he lets Shige pull him into the crowd and flush against his body.
Matsujun and Kame go shopping (G) for the JE gen meme.
“Does this make me look fat?” Kame twirls around prettily in front of the mirror, scrutinizing eyes roaming carefully over every inch of the jeans he was trying on.
Meanwhile, Jun’s eye twitches at the sight, “YES,” he seethes.
Kame’s face falls as he whips back to face the mirror. “Really?” he gasps, and spends the next five minutes posing in various positions to see the full effect of his jeans.
Jun rolls his eyes at Kame’s frantic antics, because clearly anyone with eyes could see that Jun was lying. Kame looks great in those pants, which clearly define every contour and outline smoothly the nice line of his legs. Jun glances at the pile of clothes he wanted to try on, with the same exact pair of grey faded vintage jeans staring mockingly on top.
If only he had tried on those jeans first, because now that Kame has already tried them on and sampled them, Kame has unofficial (but in the world of shopping, it is always official) dibs.
It also does not help that Kame actually can work a pair of jeans, maybe even better than Jun
(on an off day, of course, Kame still has a long way to go compared to his sempai in Jun’s humble opinion).
Sometimes Jun really hates shopping with Kame, because while Jun has a keen eye for good fashion, he forgets that Kame does also. A similar eye, enough so to take at least half the clothes Jun wants for himself. It’s always a bit of a problem; Jun doesn’t know why he keeps on going out with Kame and subjecting himself to such a travesty each and every time.
Then Kame giggles and Jun’s head snaps up to meet his, and he doesn’t know what it is but Kame is looking at something in his dressing room with great amusement. “What?” Jun asks woefully, already thinking about the layout of the store and wondering if he can find something else amazing before Kame snatches it up from under his nose.
Kame shakes his head, “You know what? I don’t really like these jeans that much. You’re right, they do make me look fat.” Jun stares and Kame grins, “I’m going to try on something else, you should try on what you’ve chosen too!”
And then Kame heads back into his dressing room without another word, and when Jun finally realizes what Kame was saying, he can’t help but smile as he closes the door and puts on those oh so desired jeans.
He knew there was a reason he went shopping with Kame.
Shige and Nakamaru make plans for a date (Nakamaru x Shige; G) for speckled_writer.
“SO,” Nakamaru says, “SO ABOUT TOMORROW.” Even though Nakamaru’s voice is kind of fuzzy over the phone, Shige can still practically taste the nervousness radiating from the man.
“Yes, Nakamaru-kun?” Shige smiles, “And you can stop yelling now.”
It’s been a week since Shige got that first awkward phone call which went something along the lines of “HI THIS IS NAKAMARU MASSU GAVE ME YOUR PHONE NUMBER HE TELLS ME I SHOULD TELL YOU THAT I SORT OF KIND OF LIKE YOU AND HAHAHAHA IT’S ACTUALLY TRUE BUT IF THIS FREAKS YOU OUT THAT’S TOTALLY COOL JUST PRETEND THIS NEVER HAPPENED WOULD YOU GO OUT WITH ME FRIDAY?” To which Shige said yes, and Nakamaru replied “OKAY I WILL CALL YOU BACK WITH MORE DETAILS BYE.”
And that was the end of that conversation (Massu admits later that Nakamaru freaked out after the phone call was over and wouldn’t stop grinning during the whole week, which Shige wishes he could witness on his own), and Shige was beginning to wonder if Nakamaru would ever get back to him.
Meanwhile, Nakamaru hacks, “Sorry, I’m nervous.” Which makes Shige smile again, because if he were honest with himself, he’s nervous too. “Um, so, can you, I mean, tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” Shige replies warmly, “Yeah I can. Where were you planning on going?”
There’s a pause before the explosion hits. Again, “I TRIED SO HARD TO THINK OF SOMETHING KATO-KUN AND EVERYTIME I TRIED THEY WERE ALL JUST AWFUL IDEAS AND REALLY I’D DO ANYTHING WITH YOU AS LONG AS IT’S WITH YOU AND OH MY GOD I SOUND LIKE A GIRL AND-“
“Nakamaru-kun,” Shige laughs, “Nakamaru-kun, would you like to meet up for dinner tomorrow? I know a great yakitori place.”
And then Shige hears a deep relieved sigh. “Yes,” Nakamaru breaths, “Yes, I would love that. Um, Massu can give me your address, so, pick you up at six?”
“Six is great,” Shige says, and when he hangs up a few minutes later, it takes everything in him not to squeal with joy (and then he does so anyway).
NEWS on a deserted island (NEWS; PG) for currynana.
Shige curses as Ryo starts choking and waving his hands wildly around in panic, and Shige can only watch helplessly as he holds Ryo upright and Ryo vomits and vomits and vomits into the ground nothing (because none of them have eaten for a couple days now) but the lining of his stomach and then some.
When Ryo shakily lifts his hands for Shige to see, he can see traces of berry juice staining Ryo’s fingers, and Shige’s voice is shrill with terror, “I TOLD YOU NOT TO EAT THOSE.”
“But,” Ryo whines, wheezing as he does, “I was HUNGRY.” Shige rolls his eyes and spends the next half hour dragging Ryo back to their makeshift fort, where Koyama is sitting and tending to the smoke signal.
Koyama jumps up at the sight of Ryo’s limp shuddering body and helps Ryo to a log, “What the hell happened?” Koyama demands with a voice two times higher than usual, and Shige notes that in the time they were gone, Koyama has managed to scratch all of his mosquito bites open until they bled. It’s a pretty disturbing sight, but then again, this whole situation is disturbing.
“He ate some poisonous berries, I think,” Shige sighs, and he squints at the beautiful crystal blue sea in front of them with no ship in sight, “Nothing?”
Koyama shakes his head, “The others haven’t come back ye-“ and at that they hear a low pained whimper as Yamapi and Tegoshi burst through the foliage with Massu in tow, who has never looked more uncomfortable in his life, lip already bleeding through from where he bit into it.
Ryo grabs onto Shige’s shirt feebly when Shige makes a move over to Massu, “What’s going on?” Ryo coughs, eyes fluttering madly, and Shige’s hand almost burns when he lifts it to Ryo’s forehand. Fever. That did not bode well. Shige looks back at Massu who is now rolling on the ground and clutching at his leg desperately, “I think…I think Massu broke his leg or something. Shit.”
“Damn,” Ryo breathes, and then his hands reach out blindly to grab Shige’s coarse and weary ones, “Shige, I don’t feel so good.”
Shige gulps and looks around their group. Koyama has those creepy scratched out mosquito bites, Massu is incapacitated, Tegoshi’s back looks like the sun came down and ripped the skin clean off with that sunburn and Yamapi has bruises battered ugly all over his body. And then he looks back at Ryo, with a scarily high fever and tremors racking throughout his body.
He holds Ryo’s hand tightly and squeezes, “We’re going to be fine,” he says hollowly. It’s what they’ve all been saying since day one, but it’s clear that no one believes it anymore.
Ryo and Shige have a moment (Ryo x Shige; PG) for vinyaromeniel.
Shige can feel Ryo’s eyelashes flutter soft against the smooth of his skin, hairs barely grazing the curve of his nipple, and Ryo nuzzles closer with a content sigh as Shige reaches a hand towards Ryo’s hair, threading his fingers through the silky locks.
The two of them lay there and it feels like just a moment and an eternity at the same time. Neither of them wants to move, but then Shige is the first to pull away (he usually is).
Ryo groans at the movement and bats around blindly at the space where Shige was just sleeping, and without opening his eyes he flips over to lie on his stomach and take in the remnants of Shige’s body heat still soaked in the sheets.
Shige smiles at the sight and leans over Ryo’s relaxed body. “I’ve got to go,” Shige whispers into the curve of Ryo’s back, dragging his lips gently over the plane of Ryo’s shoulder blade.
And though they both don’t want to part, the unsaid words But I promise to be back are enough for the two of them to leave each other each morning and face the new day.
Shige and Kame are in a drama together and Ryo does not approve (Ryo x Shige; PG) for seimeinohana.
“I JUST WANTED TO SAY,” Ryo huffs the moment Shige walks into the NEWS dressing room, “I just wanted to say that I do not approve of your and Kame’s…antics.” He says the last word like it gives him a bad taste in his mouth just thinking about it.
Shige stares, “What antics? And what the hell do you care anyway?” Shige drops his bag onto the couch across from Ryo and jumps onto it with a sigh, snuggling into the seat with a relaxed stretch.
Ryo huffs again, “I don’t. Care that is. I just think you have better things to do with your time than flirt with Kame.”
Shige’s cell phone rings at that moment. “Ryo, we’re in a drama together. We kind of have to get along,” Shige laughs as he picks up, “Yeah, oh hey.” A pause, during which Ryo glares but Shige just ignores him, “Oh, dinner would be great. Right, okay, see you at filming tonight.” He hangs up with a smile and turns back to Ryo, “That was-“
Ryo seethes, “That was Kame, wasn’t it?” Shige nods with a bit of a smirk and Ryo’s eyes narrow, “I do not approve.”
“You said that already,” Shige says lightly, and then Ryo can only stare as Shige bounds up from his seat and towards Ryo. He leans in close, breath heavy against his ear and aftershave washing over Ryo’s senses, “So what are you going to do about it?”
And at that, Ryo grins.
Ohno comes over to Jun's place (Jun x Ohno; PG) for salwaphoenix.
Sometimes Jun wakes up to a feeble knocking on his door, as if whoever’s outside doesn’t think he should be there, as if all his energy has been depleted. And Jun always knows who it is each time; it’s always the same person, always the same weary knock. He pads to the door and opens it with a frown, “Ohno, why aren’t you in bed?”
Ohno shrugs, “Filming just let out.” That’s usually the case when Ohno comes over, since Jun’s place is so much closer to the Maou filming studio than Ohno’s house, and it’s easier for Ohno to come and bug Jun than to take the commute home and wake up his mother. Jun just sighs and stands aside to let Ohno in.
“Have you eaten anything?” Jun asks, eyeing Ohno’s thinning face sharply.
Ohno just looks at Jun and doesn’t answer.
Jun follows Ohno into the living room, “I’m going to try that again. Have you eaten dinner?”
“Jun,” Ohno says softly, “Jun, I’m tired. I’ll eat breakfast tomorrow, okay? Something big and filling and calorie-laden.” He stretches out on the couch comfortably and tosses his jacket on the floor.
Jun sighs and picks up the jacket, placing it neatly on the sofa’s arm. “Promise,” Jun says harshly, the timbre in his voice wavy, eyes begging Ohno to understand.
Ohno swallows, and reaches a hand to Jun’s shoulder before squeezing gently, “Good night.”
Jin wants in Shige's pants (Jin x Shige; R) for fireflychen.
Jin corners Shige after dance practice, face to face and bodies a little too close for Shige’s comfort. Shige’s sweaty and tired and really not in the mood for this, but apparently Jin is.
“You’re awkward,” Jin says, as if he’s the authority on the matter.
Shige snorts, “Thanks.” He tries to push Jin aside but to no avail, Jin refuses to budge and make Shige’s life just a little easier.
“You’re awkward,” Jin repeats, “But I want to do you anyway.”
Jin looks at him with expectant eyes and Shige gapes, “Um, thanks again?” Then as he tries to slip past, Jin pushes Shige against the wall and Shige’s eyes water, shoulder blade digging painfully into the unforgiving wall, “Fuck, Akanishi. That hurt!”
“Fuck,” Jin whispers, breath coolly washing over Shige’s neck, “Yes, fuck. Let’s do that.”
And then Jin grinds slow against Shige’s thigh and palms Shige through his sweatpants, and Shige forgets what he’s about to say next.
Chocolate (Massu x Ryo; PG) for flipbookfrog.
Ryo stares at the Hershey bar in Massu’s hand, “Is that for me?”
Massu looks at Ryo with a cocked head before laughing, “No, of course not.” He waves the bar closer to Ryo’s face, and maybe it’s just that Ryo’s hungry, but he can smell the chocolate through the wrapper, oh so sinfully delicious, “I can’t open it and since you’re so strooong I was hoping you could do it for me.”
Ryo hears Shige snort in the corner and Ryo sends a glare in his direction before turning back to Massu’s hopeful face, “Massu, don’t pull a Tegoshi. Sucking up doesn’t suit you.” And Massu crinkles his nose as Ryo rips the chocolate bar away.
It takes him 1.4 seconds for Ryo to open it and Massu beams as Ryo hands it back with a scowl, “That was easy. You’re pathetic.”
“Maybe,” Massu shrugs, “But you helped me anyway.” And Massu walks away with a skip in his step.
Ryo wonders if maybe he can bully Shige into buying him a Snickers bar.
Bentos (Massu x Yamapi; G) for flipbookfrog.
Massu stares hard at the two bentos between them, while Yamapi stares at Massu.
“Well the blue one has one extra shrimp and two more dumplings, but the red one has more rice and less vegetables,” Massu says seriously, and then he picks them both up, weighing them carefully. “Hmm, at least they weigh the same.” Finally Massu sighs, and looks up to Yamapi, who is still staring at Massu’s silk smooth features and baby soft hair cradling Massu’s face, “What do you think? I can’t choose. You can pick which one you want.”
Yamapi starts and furrows his brows at the bentos in front of him, “I’ll take whatever you don’t want.”
Massu laughs, cuffing Yamapi gently on the shoulder. You weren’t listening,” Massu acknowledges.
“No,” Yamapi admits, and Massu’s resulting smile makes his breath catch in his throat and he can’t hear Massu repeat his question.
Koyama and Shige need more love (Koyama x Shige; PG) for lanarnia.
When Shige first jokes about how the two of them don’t get enough love, Koyama just laughs and pours Shige another beer, but later when Shige is practically knocked out with the alcohol coursing through his veins, Koyama can’t help but think about it.
About the love (or lack of it).
Koyama supposes he can understand it. Why he will never be the most popular. He doesn’t have the best voice, the greatest dance moves, the biggest muscles, the sharpest wit, nothing really. As far as Johnny’s goes, he’s just…average. But still, even though he isn’t the best best, it doesn’t hurt to get a little recognition, right?
Shige stirs a little at that moment and Koyama looks at him with gentle eyes. “Why don’t we get more love?” he asks wonderingly.
“Because I love you enough for a bajillion million fans,” Shige mumbles with a gurgle, and Koyama laughs.
Koyama supposes that that’s enough.
AN: XD