Better Than Strawberries [YamaChii]
Title: Better Than Strawberries
Rating: PG for...a kiss =P
Pairings/Characters: Yamada x Chinen
Summary: Where Yamada corrects a mistake during the November 11th radio show and Chinen is pleased. Fluff.
Wordcount: Short.
A/N: I AM GETTING BETTER! Uh, sort of. Still no one dies!
November 12, 2008
They listen to their voices saying “see you tomorrow” over the radio, silly grins plastered on their faces. Chinen finds it amusing to listen to Yamada’s slightly flustered answers. Yamada likes hearing Chinen’s fast paced sharp tongue- he likes it better now, when it’s not him being hurried along.
The recording peters into silence. The two boys sit side by side against Yamada’s bed, a bowl of strawberries on the floor. For a moment, there is nothing other than the quiet sounds of Yamada plucking the leaves off a strawberry, and the sounds of breathing.
“You know,” Yamada says suddenly - and Chinen turns to face him but Yamada’s staring out into space - pauses, hesitates, and continues, “I think we lied to the listeners a little.”
“Eh? Yamachan?” Chinen shuffles a bit, turning his body enough to rest his cheek against the bed.
Yamada doesn’t turn, but there’s a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. “Strawberries…I think there’s something that tastes better, you know?” And he finally turns, smiles, and looks so sweet - an angel’s healing smile the members say - that Chinen’s breath catches in his chest. Not one to be outdone, he allows the shadow of a smile to creep onto his face as well. He can so be cuter.
Meanwhile, the gears have begun to turn in Chinen’s head. Something that tastes better…? “You mean-” he begins to say, but Chinen doesn’t get any further, because when the older boy leans in and kisses him full out on the mouth, it takes away his ability of speech, and when he starts poking around with his tongue, Chinen loses any possibility of coherent thought.
A few minutes later, with his head on Yamada’s shoulder, he feels a stream of hot breath across his ear. “Something that tastes better…it’s you.”
Chinen smiles, his eyes closed, cheeks a pale pink. He likes it this way, but he can’t resist asking. “Are you certain it’s not the strawberries you’re tasting?”
The burst of indignant laughter is well worth the tickling he gets as a result.
Oh, and that kiss.
It wasn’t bad…but Yamachan has a bit to learn, ne?
Rating: PG for...a kiss =P
Pairings/Characters: Yamada x Chinen
Summary: Where Yamada corrects a mistake during the November 11th radio show and Chinen is pleased. Fluff.
Wordcount: Short.
A/N: I AM GETTING BETTER! Uh, sort of. Still no one dies!
November 12, 2008
They listen to their voices saying “see you tomorrow” over the radio, silly grins plastered on their faces. Chinen finds it amusing to listen to Yamada’s slightly flustered answers. Yamada likes hearing Chinen’s fast paced sharp tongue- he likes it better now, when it’s not him being hurried along.
The recording peters into silence. The two boys sit side by side against Yamada’s bed, a bowl of strawberries on the floor. For a moment, there is nothing other than the quiet sounds of Yamada plucking the leaves off a strawberry, and the sounds of breathing.
“You know,” Yamada says suddenly - and Chinen turns to face him but Yamada’s staring out into space - pauses, hesitates, and continues, “I think we lied to the listeners a little.”
“Eh? Yamachan?” Chinen shuffles a bit, turning his body enough to rest his cheek against the bed.
Yamada doesn’t turn, but there’s a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips. “Strawberries…I think there’s something that tastes better, you know?” And he finally turns, smiles, and looks so sweet - an angel’s healing smile the members say - that Chinen’s breath catches in his chest. Not one to be outdone, he allows the shadow of a smile to creep onto his face as well. He can so be cuter.
Meanwhile, the gears have begun to turn in Chinen’s head. Something that tastes better…? “You mean-” he begins to say, but Chinen doesn’t get any further, because when the older boy leans in and kisses him full out on the mouth, it takes away his ability of speech, and when he starts poking around with his tongue, Chinen loses any possibility of coherent thought.
A few minutes later, with his head on Yamada’s shoulder, he feels a stream of hot breath across his ear. “Something that tastes better…it’s you.”
Chinen smiles, his eyes closed, cheeks a pale pink. He likes it this way, but he can’t resist asking. “Are you certain it’s not the strawberries you’re tasting?”
The burst of indignant laughter is well worth the tickling he gets as a result.
Oh, and that kiss.
It wasn’t bad…but Yamachan has a bit to learn, ne?