drabbles #5
[09.21.2008]
I come forth with drabbles. :D
Hours of the day (Koyama x Shige; PG-13) for ceathair.
In the twenty-third hour of the day, Shige’s trembling hands cup Koyama’s face, roughened fingertips dragging along the curve of his jaw and the slick sweat of his palms sliding smooth across his unmarred skin. He leans forward, tensed forehead against Koyama’s soothingly warm skin, and Koyama’s mouth quirks at the feel of Shige’s coarse hair meshed between their foreheads. Ultimately it is Koyama whose mouth edges tantalizingly close to Shige’s own, and with a rough breath Shige closes his eyes and lets Koyama work his magic.
In the twentieth hour of the day, Koyama listens to Shige tap on his apartment door late at night, and because Shige is conscientious about his surroundings even when distressed, Koyama stands right by the door and listens to Shige’s frantic near-whispers of I love you please don’t give up on me I’m stupid stupid stupid. It doesn’t take Koyama long to open the door and just look at Shige. You’re not stupid, Koyama says, before letting Shige in.
In the eighteenth hour of the day, Koyama sends Shige a message telling him to pretend like he never said anything. And it is then that Shige realizes it may already be too late.
In the fourteenth hour of the day, Shige tries calling Koyama eleven times. But each time he is about to press send, something in him pulls him back and he hates himself all over again. All he knows is that he wants to talk to Koyama, but he just doesn’t know how.
In the tenth hour of the day, Shige blatantly ignores Koyama in all things. Koyama tries on three separate occasions to talk to Shige and try to explain himself, but when Shige tells Koyama to back off, Shige knows he may have made the biggest mistake of his life. Shige knows he doesn’t like boys, but as he looks at Koyama’s stricken, fallen face, he thinks to himself that maybe he doesn’t like boys, but he certainly likes Koyama.
In the first hour of the day, Koyama plops onto the couch besides Shige and hands him a beer. When Shige takes his first sip, Koyama casually mentions to Shige that he might sort of kind of definitely like him. It doesn’t go over well. As Shige frantically grabs his things and calls for a taxi home, Koyama kicks at the lamppost and as his heart sinks to his stomach, he knows nothing will ever be the same.
Untitled (Nino x Ryo x Shige; PG-13) for ununoriginal.
Ryo doesn’t really pay attention the first time Nino casually mentions Shige in a conversation (he thinks Nino had asked Ryo where Shige had cut his hair because he wanted something similar; Ryo didn’t know), because Ryo never really pays attention when it comes to Shige.
But then Nino talks about Shige again. It’s actually a pretty minor comment, something just said in passing, but that’s when Ryo begins to notice. Ryo and Nino are in the break room taking a fifteen minute breather from filming when Ryo glances at the pages of Nino’s magazine and laughs. “Nino-kun, what the hell are you looking at our spread for?”
“Mm?” Nino drawls, fingers lingering on the division between Shige’s picture and a blurb about boring Shige and his boring life. “Oh, I’m just skimming.” His fingers trail down Shige’s page, “Kato-kun’s looking pretty good.”
At that statement, Ryo pauses, and he is about to laugh at the absolute absurdity, but then he looks. And even with that god awful dye job that Ryo laughs and laughs and laughs at, he looks at Nino’s almost predatory smirk and his eyes widen. Because, and though he hates to admit it, Nino was right. Shige was looking good.
Ryo isn’t sure he likes the look in Nino’s crafty eyes.
The next time Ryo notices, it’s because Nino isn’t just talking about Shige, he’s talking to Shige. Ryo’s eyes narrow at the sight.
“So why’d you dye your hair?” Nino asks, leaning sprawled against the wall and eyes trained lazily on Shige’s face.
Shige shrugs, “I just felt like it.” Ryo thinks Shige is (thankfully) an idiot for being so oblivious, “So how’s filming with Nishikido-kun? Is he a pain in the ass to deal with?”
Ryo’s jaw nearly drops. How DARE Shige talk about his sempai like that? But then Nino chuckles, “Nah, he’s nothing I can’t handle.” Nino smirks, and then, after he makes sure Shige is watching, he glances at the smooth curve of Shige’s jeaned behind, “Besides, I like ass.”
Shige eyes slowly widen, and as his face begins to flush and he stammers nonsense syllables, Ryo decides to step in. The two of them snap their heads as Ryo stomps down the hall, Nino with a glare and Shige with a mixed expression (Ryo can’t help but wonder why it isn’t a little more relieved).
“I need to talk to you!” Ryo barks as he drags Shige away from the scene. As soon as they lose sight of Nino, Ryo thinks about dropping Shige’s arm but doesn’t. “Jesus, you’re dumb,” Ryo rolls his eyes, “How did you not realize that he was coming on to you?”
Shige giggles hysterically, “I don’t know! It’s Ninomiya-kun, why would he ever want a guy like me?”
Ryo sighs, because clearly it’s obvious, “It’s because-“ you’ve gotten hot “he’s a walking dick.”
“Like you’re one to talk,” Shige snorts.
Ryo glares, “Whatever. Look. He’s practically a sexual predator, okay? Just…just watch yourself.” The last words are softer, and Ryo is a bit surprised to find that he actually means them.
After a short pause, Shige smiles, “If you insist. But you know…” Shige walks up to Ryo and Ryo’s breath catches at Shige’s breath curling hot against his ear, “I like ass too,” Shige whispers. After giving Ryo a very significant look (some would call it bedroom eyes), Shige looks down the hall and eyes Nino, who is leaning against the wall and just calmly observing the pair. Shige mouths something to Nino, and Ryo wishes he could’ve caught what Shige was saying because Nino’s eyes widen almost dramatically. Then, Shige turns back to Ryo, smirks, and heads into the bathroom across the hall.
It takes the two of them three pregnant seconds for them both to bolt towards the bathroom door.
Lips (Massu x Shige; PG-13) for me, because I truly believe they need to be shipped.
Shige thinks Massu has the most beautiful lips he’s ever seen, round and plump and a hypnotic pink hue. When Massu eats, it’s like magic watching his lips engulf each bite, tongue venturing out to savor every last bit. And when Massu kisses, it’s like the world stops and his lips know exactly where to go, know exactly what to do as Shige tentatively kisses him back in an exploration of new worlds and a new life together. For them, Massu’s lips represent the now and forever and all those beautiful fifth grade things they giggle about even past the age of twenty, and Shige knows that life will never be as perfect as when Massu’s lips hover gently over his ear as he whispers I love you I love you I love you.
Carousel Fic: The Sequel (Koyama x Shige; PG) for mujun. The sequel to this drabble.
Shige looks up when he hears a rapping on the window and then he grins. Outside, Koyama giggles as he holds up some take out Chinese, “Can I come in?”
They both look inside the booth, which can barely fit Shige, let alone the two of them, but Shige scoots all the way to the corner as Koyama leans against the table, and somehow they make it work. It’s a tight squeeze, but because it’s Koyama with whom he's squeezing, Shige can't help but think that it’s comfortable. Koyama hands Shige a Styrofoam plate and a pair of chopsticks, “When’s your break?”
“I guess now,” Shige laughs, taking it with a Thank You and a smile.
Koyama smiles back and pats Shige’s knee, “Was today a busy day?”
Shige raises a brow and then glances at the empty park around them, “You’re kidding, right?”
“Never hurts to ask,” Koyama shrugs. He shifts closer to Shige and holds a chicken near Shige’s lips, “Say aaah!”
A scoff, “You’re such a girl. You make it seem like we’re a couple.” And then Shige’s eyes widen at the realization that he’s blurted out exactly what he’s been wondering for the past few weeks. Apparently, Koyama has been wondering the same thing.
“Are we? Are we a couple?”
Koyama’s question is soft and unsure, very unlike everything that’s Koyama. Koyama’s eyes bore deep into Shige’s own, confused and curious, and Shige’s breath catches in his throat and refuses to let go.
After a long pause, Shige blinks, “I don’t know,” he says slowly, “Are we?”
Shige closes his eyes in preparation for any response, but he doesn’t get any. Instead, Koyama pulls Shige’s hand, cold and clammy, into his own and looks around the park (which is still empty) nervously, “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t like you.” And then he beams.
Later, Shige sets up the merry-go-round and the two of them sit in one of the carriages as they spin around and around to the dinky carousel music that used to make Shige want to disembowel himself, and as Koyama’s fingers entangle loosely in Shige’s own as he hums along, Shige thinks that Koyama just being there is enough.
Untitled (Ohkura x Ryo x Shige; PG-13) for moonbyrd.
Ohkura breaths deep into the joint rolled tight between his elegant fingers, smoke saturating the inside of his mouth before he lets it out with a sigh. The smoke rolls out of his mouth in waves that wisp around the curves of Shige’s face. Ohkura thinks it frames Shige’s jawline perfectly. Shige makes such a pretty, pretty picture.
Shige’s nose crinkles at the smoke wafting around him. Shige has never really liked smoking. He’s fine when it comes to cigarettes and simple nicotine, but when it comes to the hardcore stuff, the marijuana that Ryo is definitely not supposed to have but everyone knows he does anyway, Shige’s always been a little iffy.
He still doesn’t really know why he is there.
Ryo laughs at Shige’s bewildered expression before taking the joint from Ohkura, grasping Ohkura’s fingers loosely entwined around his as he lifts their hands up and takes a deep drag. Shige’s half-lidded eyes follow his movements and Ryo smirks around the joint. He then lets the smoke fill his mouth before puffing it straight into Shige’s face.
This time, Shige coughs, “What the hell was that for, Nishikido-kun?”
“You know what your problem is?” Ryo scoots closer to Ohkura and nuzzles his forehead into Ohkura’s shoulder. He stretches languidly, twisting into Ohkura’s open body, “Your problem is that you’re too uptight. You just need to…get high every once in a while and really experience what life is about.”
Shige snorts, “What I really need to do is leave you two to your business. Thanks for having me over, Ohkura. I had a lot of…” he eyes the joint lying tantalizingly in Ryo’s palm, “…fun.”
Ohkura pushes Ryo off him and pouts, “Shige,” he whines, “You can’t leave so early, you haven’t even smoked it yet.”
Ryo grins, “Yeah, Shige. Don’t you want to try something new and exciting?”
“Nishikido-kun,” Shige sighs, “I can see your boner from a mile away. So. I’m just going to call a cab, and you two can get high and get it on or whatever else you need to do to get your rocks off, okay?” And Shige stands up shakily, grabs his jacket, and is out of the door before Ryo can say cockblock.
The moment the door slams shut, Ryo gathers Ohkura into his arms and fingers the buttons on his jeans lazily. He is about to pull down Ohkura’s zipper when he hears a woeful sigh. “How could Shige not know that we asked him here to have sex with us?” Ohkura’s voice is incredulous. "Wasn't it obvious?"
Ryo shrugs, burying his nose into the crook of Ohkura’s shoulder before slipping his hand in Ohkura’s jeans. “It’s Shige,” Ryo says, as if that explains everything (and it really does).
AN: :D?
I come forth with drabbles. :D
Hours of the day (Koyama x Shige; PG-13) for ceathair.
In the twenty-third hour of the day, Shige’s trembling hands cup Koyama’s face, roughened fingertips dragging along the curve of his jaw and the slick sweat of his palms sliding smooth across his unmarred skin. He leans forward, tensed forehead against Koyama’s soothingly warm skin, and Koyama’s mouth quirks at the feel of Shige’s coarse hair meshed between their foreheads. Ultimately it is Koyama whose mouth edges tantalizingly close to Shige’s own, and with a rough breath Shige closes his eyes and lets Koyama work his magic.
In the twentieth hour of the day, Koyama listens to Shige tap on his apartment door late at night, and because Shige is conscientious about his surroundings even when distressed, Koyama stands right by the door and listens to Shige’s frantic near-whispers of I love you please don’t give up on me I’m stupid stupid stupid. It doesn’t take Koyama long to open the door and just look at Shige. You’re not stupid, Koyama says, before letting Shige in.
In the eighteenth hour of the day, Koyama sends Shige a message telling him to pretend like he never said anything. And it is then that Shige realizes it may already be too late.
In the fourteenth hour of the day, Shige tries calling Koyama eleven times. But each time he is about to press send, something in him pulls him back and he hates himself all over again. All he knows is that he wants to talk to Koyama, but he just doesn’t know how.
In the tenth hour of the day, Shige blatantly ignores Koyama in all things. Koyama tries on three separate occasions to talk to Shige and try to explain himself, but when Shige tells Koyama to back off, Shige knows he may have made the biggest mistake of his life. Shige knows he doesn’t like boys, but as he looks at Koyama’s stricken, fallen face, he thinks to himself that maybe he doesn’t like boys, but he certainly likes Koyama.
In the first hour of the day, Koyama plops onto the couch besides Shige and hands him a beer. When Shige takes his first sip, Koyama casually mentions to Shige that he might sort of kind of definitely like him. It doesn’t go over well. As Shige frantically grabs his things and calls for a taxi home, Koyama kicks at the lamppost and as his heart sinks to his stomach, he knows nothing will ever be the same.
Untitled (Nino x Ryo x Shige; PG-13) for ununoriginal.
Ryo doesn’t really pay attention the first time Nino casually mentions Shige in a conversation (he thinks Nino had asked Ryo where Shige had cut his hair because he wanted something similar; Ryo didn’t know), because Ryo never really pays attention when it comes to Shige.
But then Nino talks about Shige again. It’s actually a pretty minor comment, something just said in passing, but that’s when Ryo begins to notice. Ryo and Nino are in the break room taking a fifteen minute breather from filming when Ryo glances at the pages of Nino’s magazine and laughs. “Nino-kun, what the hell are you looking at our spread for?”
“Mm?” Nino drawls, fingers lingering on the division between Shige’s picture and a blurb about boring Shige and his boring life. “Oh, I’m just skimming.” His fingers trail down Shige’s page, “Kato-kun’s looking pretty good.”
At that statement, Ryo pauses, and he is about to laugh at the absolute absurdity, but then he looks. And even with that god awful dye job that Ryo laughs and laughs and laughs at, he looks at Nino’s almost predatory smirk and his eyes widen. Because, and though he hates to admit it, Nino was right. Shige was looking good.
Ryo isn’t sure he likes the look in Nino’s crafty eyes.
The next time Ryo notices, it’s because Nino isn’t just talking about Shige, he’s talking to Shige. Ryo’s eyes narrow at the sight.
“So why’d you dye your hair?” Nino asks, leaning sprawled against the wall and eyes trained lazily on Shige’s face.
Shige shrugs, “I just felt like it.” Ryo thinks Shige is (thankfully) an idiot for being so oblivious, “So how’s filming with Nishikido-kun? Is he a pain in the ass to deal with?”
Ryo’s jaw nearly drops. How DARE Shige talk about his sempai like that? But then Nino chuckles, “Nah, he’s nothing I can’t handle.” Nino smirks, and then, after he makes sure Shige is watching, he glances at the smooth curve of Shige’s jeaned behind, “Besides, I like ass.”
Shige eyes slowly widen, and as his face begins to flush and he stammers nonsense syllables, Ryo decides to step in. The two of them snap their heads as Ryo stomps down the hall, Nino with a glare and Shige with a mixed expression (Ryo can’t help but wonder why it isn’t a little more relieved).
“I need to talk to you!” Ryo barks as he drags Shige away from the scene. As soon as they lose sight of Nino, Ryo thinks about dropping Shige’s arm but doesn’t. “Jesus, you’re dumb,” Ryo rolls his eyes, “How did you not realize that he was coming on to you?”
Shige giggles hysterically, “I don’t know! It’s Ninomiya-kun, why would he ever want a guy like me?”
Ryo sighs, because clearly it’s obvious, “It’s because-“ you’ve gotten hot “he’s a walking dick.”
“Like you’re one to talk,” Shige snorts.
Ryo glares, “Whatever. Look. He’s practically a sexual predator, okay? Just…just watch yourself.” The last words are softer, and Ryo is a bit surprised to find that he actually means them.
After a short pause, Shige smiles, “If you insist. But you know…” Shige walks up to Ryo and Ryo’s breath catches at Shige’s breath curling hot against his ear, “I like ass too,” Shige whispers. After giving Ryo a very significant look (some would call it bedroom eyes), Shige looks down the hall and eyes Nino, who is leaning against the wall and just calmly observing the pair. Shige mouths something to Nino, and Ryo wishes he could’ve caught what Shige was saying because Nino’s eyes widen almost dramatically. Then, Shige turns back to Ryo, smirks, and heads into the bathroom across the hall.
It takes the two of them three pregnant seconds for them both to bolt towards the bathroom door.
Lips (Massu x Shige; PG-13) for me, because I truly believe they need to be shipped.
Shige thinks Massu has the most beautiful lips he’s ever seen, round and plump and a hypnotic pink hue. When Massu eats, it’s like magic watching his lips engulf each bite, tongue venturing out to savor every last bit. And when Massu kisses, it’s like the world stops and his lips know exactly where to go, know exactly what to do as Shige tentatively kisses him back in an exploration of new worlds and a new life together. For them, Massu’s lips represent the now and forever and all those beautiful fifth grade things they giggle about even past the age of twenty, and Shige knows that life will never be as perfect as when Massu’s lips hover gently over his ear as he whispers I love you I love you I love you.
Carousel Fic: The Sequel (Koyama x Shige; PG) for mujun. The sequel to this drabble.
Shige looks up when he hears a rapping on the window and then he grins. Outside, Koyama giggles as he holds up some take out Chinese, “Can I come in?”
They both look inside the booth, which can barely fit Shige, let alone the two of them, but Shige scoots all the way to the corner as Koyama leans against the table, and somehow they make it work. It’s a tight squeeze, but because it’s Koyama with whom he's squeezing, Shige can't help but think that it’s comfortable. Koyama hands Shige a Styrofoam plate and a pair of chopsticks, “When’s your break?”
“I guess now,” Shige laughs, taking it with a Thank You and a smile.
Koyama smiles back and pats Shige’s knee, “Was today a busy day?”
Shige raises a brow and then glances at the empty park around them, “You’re kidding, right?”
“Never hurts to ask,” Koyama shrugs. He shifts closer to Shige and holds a chicken near Shige’s lips, “Say aaah!”
A scoff, “You’re such a girl. You make it seem like we’re a couple.” And then Shige’s eyes widen at the realization that he’s blurted out exactly what he’s been wondering for the past few weeks. Apparently, Koyama has been wondering the same thing.
“Are we? Are we a couple?”
Koyama’s question is soft and unsure, very unlike everything that’s Koyama. Koyama’s eyes bore deep into Shige’s own, confused and curious, and Shige’s breath catches in his throat and refuses to let go.
After a long pause, Shige blinks, “I don’t know,” he says slowly, “Are we?”
Shige closes his eyes in preparation for any response, but he doesn’t get any. Instead, Koyama pulls Shige’s hand, cold and clammy, into his own and looks around the park (which is still empty) nervously, “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t like you.” And then he beams.
Later, Shige sets up the merry-go-round and the two of them sit in one of the carriages as they spin around and around to the dinky carousel music that used to make Shige want to disembowel himself, and as Koyama’s fingers entangle loosely in Shige’s own as he hums along, Shige thinks that Koyama just being there is enough.
Untitled (Ohkura x Ryo x Shige; PG-13) for moonbyrd.
Ohkura breaths deep into the joint rolled tight between his elegant fingers, smoke saturating the inside of his mouth before he lets it out with a sigh. The smoke rolls out of his mouth in waves that wisp around the curves of Shige’s face. Ohkura thinks it frames Shige’s jawline perfectly. Shige makes such a pretty, pretty picture.
Shige’s nose crinkles at the smoke wafting around him. Shige has never really liked smoking. He’s fine when it comes to cigarettes and simple nicotine, but when it comes to the hardcore stuff, the marijuana that Ryo is definitely not supposed to have but everyone knows he does anyway, Shige’s always been a little iffy.
He still doesn’t really know why he is there.
Ryo laughs at Shige’s bewildered expression before taking the joint from Ohkura, grasping Ohkura’s fingers loosely entwined around his as he lifts their hands up and takes a deep drag. Shige’s half-lidded eyes follow his movements and Ryo smirks around the joint. He then lets the smoke fill his mouth before puffing it straight into Shige’s face.
This time, Shige coughs, “What the hell was that for, Nishikido-kun?”
“You know what your problem is?” Ryo scoots closer to Ohkura and nuzzles his forehead into Ohkura’s shoulder. He stretches languidly, twisting into Ohkura’s open body, “Your problem is that you’re too uptight. You just need to…get high every once in a while and really experience what life is about.”
Shige snorts, “What I really need to do is leave you two to your business. Thanks for having me over, Ohkura. I had a lot of…” he eyes the joint lying tantalizingly in Ryo’s palm, “…fun.”
Ohkura pushes Ryo off him and pouts, “Shige,” he whines, “You can’t leave so early, you haven’t even smoked it yet.”
Ryo grins, “Yeah, Shige. Don’t you want to try something new and exciting?”
“Nishikido-kun,” Shige sighs, “I can see your boner from a mile away. So. I’m just going to call a cab, and you two can get high and get it on or whatever else you need to do to get your rocks off, okay?” And Shige stands up shakily, grabs his jacket, and is out of the door before Ryo can say cockblock.
The moment the door slams shut, Ryo gathers Ohkura into his arms and fingers the buttons on his jeans lazily. He is about to pull down Ohkura’s zipper when he hears a woeful sigh. “How could Shige not know that we asked him here to have sex with us?” Ohkura’s voice is incredulous. "Wasn't it obvious?"
Ryo shrugs, burying his nose into the crook of Ohkura’s shoulder before slipping his hand in Ohkura’s jeans. “It’s Shige,” Ryo says, as if that explains everything (and it really does).
AN: :D?