I'd go gay for you - Chapter 2
Title: I'd go gay for you - Chapter 2: I'd love this to be our secret
Author: agiponpon
Pairing: Ryo/Tegoshi, Koyama/Tegoshi
Genre: romance, hurt/comfort, erotica (in later chapters)
Rating: G (in this chapter)
Chapter: 1/8
Disclaimer: I only own the story...
Summary: Tegoshi came out of the closet and might feel something from someone. But who?
“Tegoshi-san, you’re not paying any attention to the rhytm! Are you feeling well?” the coach asked, when Tegoshi messed up his steps for the sixth time during a half-hour practice. He couldn’t answer the question right away, because the answer felt muddled. He could only say that he hadn’t felt like himself these days.
He didn’t know what had happened. Since the meaningless little incident in the dressing room, he had noticed that he got lost into his thought more often, that he had lost his appetite and that he paid more attention to couples walking in the street. Worse yet, he kept messing up during dance and song practice. This was concerning, because Tegoshi never made mistakes with work. He was so absent-minded that the others had started to wonder about his health and the changes in him. Even JE personnel had become concerned.
“Are you getting ill,” the coach asked. “Try to take it easier.”
Tegoshi forced a smile and shook his face. No, he wasn’t sick. At least, not physically. His symptoms seemed more like the kind that romantic media portrayed crushes as. The problem was that he wasn’t sure, who made his heart beat faster. Truthfully, he had no idea about it.
In the morning he’d thought that maybe he had a crush on Yamapi. It wouldn’t have been very surprising, because honestly speaking, he had already been through the phase of worshipping his senpai and the band’s charismatic leader with passion bordering on crush. But the butterflies and knots in his stomach didn’t feel like that. When Yamapi offered him water from his bottle, he didn’t feel anything else except pure gratitude and friendship towards the older bandmate.
Another option had been Massu, but he had outruled that right away. True, his best friend was always nice to him, and Massu was gentle and lovable, but even the thought of going on a date with him made cold sweat rise to Tegoshi’s skin. It would be too awkward and somehow even perverted, almost as if Tegoshi had gone on a date with his big brother that he never had had.
Shige as a third option had thrown Tegoshi into an epic fit of giggling, which in turn had made the rest of the band and personnel get even more concerned about his well-being. Shige was his friend, and the thought of dating him was completely impossible and laughably funny. Tegoshi couldn’t even imagine a single romantic moment he could spend with his friend.
After dismissing the thoughts of the staff and Johnny himself, and his own family, only Koyama and Ryo remained. Neither thought was ridiculous, and both made him frown. Tegoshi could even admit to being drawn towards both, but he couldn’t choose which of the two was better. Not to mention how inappropriate comparing his friends and colleagues in a romantic way was. Although the thought of Ryo and Koyama kept nagging him, he tried to forget it.
Tegoshi stumbled for the seventh time and almost fell on his stomach. Only Massu’s broad back prevented him from going horizontal.
“Break!” their coach sounded incredibly tired. Tegoshi clearly needed a moment to gather himself together, and the coach needed a smoke more than anything ever before. The day ahead seemed endlessly long.
“Tegoshi, are you OK?” Massu asked, towel hanging from his shoulder. He was squeezing a water bottle in his hands and was dripping with sweat, but he seemed happy with his work. Tegoshi just sat on the floor, leaning to the wall and playing with the cap of his bottle absent-mindedly.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m all right” he reassured his friend and strained a smile to his face. “I just slept kinda badly.”
Massu nodded, but gave Tegoshi a long, meaningful look. There would be more Discussion, and Tegoshi knew it.
“Tegoshi-kun!” Koyama hurried to Tegoshi frowning and pale, as if he’d heard bad news about a relative and ran to see his mother’s last moments. “Are you all right? Is everything okay? Do you have a fever? Need anything?” He fussed and moced his hand to touch Tegoshi’s forehead (or to smooth his hair), but pulled back at the last second. Tegoshi looked at him wonderingly.
“I’m okay, don’t worry so much. I just-“
He never managed to finish his sentence, because Koyama was followed by Shige, who asked him the same exact things as his friend, making Tegoshi smile even more awkwardly. Soon Yamapi joined to crowd and reassured Tegoshi that he could take the rest of the day off if he needed.
“You all…” Tegoshi said and smiled. He was moved by their caring. “I’m all right, I just stumbled a bit. Fifteen minutes and I’ll be perfect again!” he promised.
“Everyone is worried, because you tripped,” noted Ryo, who had snuck behind Yamapi and was assessing the situation behind his friend’s shoulder. “You haven’t been able to estimate how you’re feeling before. Someone else should check if you have a fever.”
‘Someone else’ apparently meant Ryo himself, because Koyama hadn’t managed to take a single step towards Tegoshi for the chance offered to him on a silver platter, when Sexy Osaka Man had already jumped next to Tegoshi, bowed in front of him and pressed his forehead to the boy’s forehead.
Tegoshi took about half a second to realize what was going on and to flush so much that it felt almost as if his ears were on fire. His face had turned bright red and he was strangely aware of Ryo’s breath on his face, not to mention Ryo’s natural smell. His pulse started racing and he felt faint enough to be thankful for the wall behind his back. Before he could grasp what had happened, Ryo was again on his feet and ready to explain the situation to the rest of the band.
“He’s a bit warm but I don’t think he has fever,” he said simply. “It’s probably the practice.”
The others nodded, ready to trust the results Ryo’s medical experiment had brought. Only Massu kept staring at Tegoshi, lost in thought. Nobody noticed the slight disappointment on Koyama’s face.
Suddenly they all heard a loud snap, and then a quiet pop, a voice that echoed in the quiet gym. At the same time the lights flashed off, leaving the windowless room dark like a night.
For a moment, Tegoshi felt as if he’s stepped into a black hole and lost all sense of space and time. As if he was floating alone in emptiness. He wasn’t on the best of terms with darkness. But before he had the time to panic, he heard Shige’s familiar voice next to him. It brought him back to Earth and the situation metaphorically cleared up.
“Eh? What happened?” Shige wondered. Tegoshi heard his voice above him and figured that the boy must be standing.
“Seems like a blackout to me,” Yamapi’s calm voice came next to Shige. “We should just wait calmly. It’ll probably pass soon.”
“Is everyone okay?” Koyama, who was standing next to Yamapi, asked worriedly and received four affirmative answers.
“I’m not.” Ryo’s voice came from near the door. “I was going to go out for a smoke, but I can’t find the door.”
“I’ll come with you, if you wait a moment,” Yamapi promised, although that clearly didn’t make Ryo completely happy.
“This is what you get for being in the same room with Shige…” Ryo mumbled, sad about the fact that he didn’t get nicotine into his blood and tar into his lungs that very second.
“Hey! This isn’t my fault!” Shige exclaimed.
Tegoshi could almost hear the playful grin on Ryo’s lips.
“There’s roadwork outside,” Massu remembered. “This blackout is probably due to that.”
Tegoshi heard his best friend’s voice next to his left ear. It comforted him in the dark situation. His eyes hadn’t yet gotten used to the darkness and he was still feeling as if he was floating in emptiness. Darkness sometimes made him feel that way.
“True,” Yamapi confirmed Massu’s remark. “They could’ve cut the power out on purpose.”
“But I heard a pop! Maybe it was a fuse,” Shige said.
“Maybe. At least they can change it quickly,” Yamapi admitted.
They were quiet for a while. As the normal hum of electricity had disappeared and sight wasn’t directing attention, hearing became sharper. Tegoshi could hear clothes rustle and joints crack, when someone moved their weight from one foot to another. Further someone walked to and fro or moved a little, with their footsteps softly booming on the lacquered floor. Someone cleared their throat and Tegoshi thought he could even hear the others’ breathing, if he really tried to listen and closed his eyes.
Suddenly, he became aware of movement. He didn’t even manage to shout as his voice died in his throat when he felt something warm and moist on his lips. Someone else’s lips. Someone was kissing him gently and lightly, and he was too shocked to even move his fingertips. He felt the other’s hands on his own, warm and almost comforting. Well, they would have been comforting if the situation hedn’t been so absurd.
Before he regained his ability to act back, the person kissing him had disappeared. For a moment Tegoshi stared into emptiness, raised a finger to his lips and only then remembered, how to form coherent words.
“Oi!” he exclaimed. “Oi!”
“For God’s sake, don’t shout suddenly like that!” Shige responded with a voice higher than usual. He had clearly been startled by Tegoshi’s shout. “My heart almost jumped out through my throat!”
“W-who was it?” Tegosi stammered.
“Who what?” Ýamapi said calmly.
“Someone touched me!”
“Don’t say things like that!” Koyama begged. “I hate ghost stories.”
“Really! Someone kissed me!”
“Who kissed you?” Ryo asked, unusually interested.
“I don’t know! I can’t see anything in here!”
“Are you sure you didn’t just imagine it?” Massu asked, seeming slightly doubtful. “If nobody here admits…”
“I’m totally sure! This isn’t funny! Who was it?”
“Don’t say things like that,” Koyama said. “Let’s deal with this in the light…”
“Did someone kiss Tegoshi?” Yamapi demanded everyone.
“Did kiss!” Tegoshi said, but nobody admitted anything.
“Maybe Tegoshi kissed himself?” Ryo said. Tegoshi could hear laughter in his voice.
“There’s nothing funny about this! Someone kissed me!”
The lights came on, and Tegoshi had to squint his eyes to get used to the lamps again. As soon as he was able to open his eyes he looked around for a clue that’d reveal the guilty kisser. He couldn’t find a single one. Except for Ryo, everyone was in their old place, and even Ryo had only moved a step or two closer to the others. Nobody seemed guilty, but Tegoshi kept looking at Koyama and Ryo.
Once everyone had recovered from the sudden light, Yamapi crossed his hands and looked at each band member in the room as if trying to uncover the guilty party just by staring.
“Okay. Right. Who did it?” His tone was serious.
But even though the lights were back on and things back to normal, everyone looked completely innocent. Koyama stared at Tegoshi worriedly, Ryo glared at the ceiling, hand stuffed deep into his pockets. Tegoshi looked like a hurt puppy and tried to plead to the perpetrator by looking as abject as possible. Nothing changed. At was as if the creature that had kissed him wasn’t in the room anymore.
“But I felt it, I really did,” Tegoshi said. “I wouldn’t imagine things like that!”
“People imagine all kinds of things in the dark,” Koyama said maternally and gave him a sad smile.
“Pi, you promised you’d come with me for a smoke,” Ryo said.
Yamapi paid Tegoshi a questioning glance, to which the youngster responded with a helpless nod. Prolonging the situation wouldn’t help; they had a clear list of possible suspects and clearly, solving the mystery required more complex methods than just whining.
Tegoshi felt as if he was in a mystery novel.
Author: agiponpon
Pairing: Ryo/Tegoshi, Koyama/Tegoshi
Genre: romance, hurt/comfort, erotica (in later chapters)
Rating: G (in this chapter)
Chapter: 1/8
Disclaimer: I only own the story...
Summary: Tegoshi came out of the closet and might feel something from someone. But who?
“Tegoshi-san, you’re not paying any attention to the rhytm! Are you feeling well?” the coach asked, when Tegoshi messed up his steps for the sixth time during a half-hour practice. He couldn’t answer the question right away, because the answer felt muddled. He could only say that he hadn’t felt like himself these days.
He didn’t know what had happened. Since the meaningless little incident in the dressing room, he had noticed that he got lost into his thought more often, that he had lost his appetite and that he paid more attention to couples walking in the street. Worse yet, he kept messing up during dance and song practice. This was concerning, because Tegoshi never made mistakes with work. He was so absent-minded that the others had started to wonder about his health and the changes in him. Even JE personnel had become concerned.
“Are you getting ill,” the coach asked. “Try to take it easier.”
Tegoshi forced a smile and shook his face. No, he wasn’t sick. At least, not physically. His symptoms seemed more like the kind that romantic media portrayed crushes as. The problem was that he wasn’t sure, who made his heart beat faster. Truthfully, he had no idea about it.
In the morning he’d thought that maybe he had a crush on Yamapi. It wouldn’t have been very surprising, because honestly speaking, he had already been through the phase of worshipping his senpai and the band’s charismatic leader with passion bordering on crush. But the butterflies and knots in his stomach didn’t feel like that. When Yamapi offered him water from his bottle, he didn’t feel anything else except pure gratitude and friendship towards the older bandmate.
Another option had been Massu, but he had outruled that right away. True, his best friend was always nice to him, and Massu was gentle and lovable, but even the thought of going on a date with him made cold sweat rise to Tegoshi’s skin. It would be too awkward and somehow even perverted, almost as if Tegoshi had gone on a date with his big brother that he never had had.
Shige as a third option had thrown Tegoshi into an epic fit of giggling, which in turn had made the rest of the band and personnel get even more concerned about his well-being. Shige was his friend, and the thought of dating him was completely impossible and laughably funny. Tegoshi couldn’t even imagine a single romantic moment he could spend with his friend.
After dismissing the thoughts of the staff and Johnny himself, and his own family, only Koyama and Ryo remained. Neither thought was ridiculous, and both made him frown. Tegoshi could even admit to being drawn towards both, but he couldn’t choose which of the two was better. Not to mention how inappropriate comparing his friends and colleagues in a romantic way was. Although the thought of Ryo and Koyama kept nagging him, he tried to forget it.
Tegoshi stumbled for the seventh time and almost fell on his stomach. Only Massu’s broad back prevented him from going horizontal.
“Break!” their coach sounded incredibly tired. Tegoshi clearly needed a moment to gather himself together, and the coach needed a smoke more than anything ever before. The day ahead seemed endlessly long.
“Tegoshi, are you OK?” Massu asked, towel hanging from his shoulder. He was squeezing a water bottle in his hands and was dripping with sweat, but he seemed happy with his work. Tegoshi just sat on the floor, leaning to the wall and playing with the cap of his bottle absent-mindedly.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m all right” he reassured his friend and strained a smile to his face. “I just slept kinda badly.”
Massu nodded, but gave Tegoshi a long, meaningful look. There would be more Discussion, and Tegoshi knew it.
“Tegoshi-kun!” Koyama hurried to Tegoshi frowning and pale, as if he’d heard bad news about a relative and ran to see his mother’s last moments. “Are you all right? Is everything okay? Do you have a fever? Need anything?” He fussed and moced his hand to touch Tegoshi’s forehead (or to smooth his hair), but pulled back at the last second. Tegoshi looked at him wonderingly.
“I’m okay, don’t worry so much. I just-“
He never managed to finish his sentence, because Koyama was followed by Shige, who asked him the same exact things as his friend, making Tegoshi smile even more awkwardly. Soon Yamapi joined to crowd and reassured Tegoshi that he could take the rest of the day off if he needed.
“You all…” Tegoshi said and smiled. He was moved by their caring. “I’m all right, I just stumbled a bit. Fifteen minutes and I’ll be perfect again!” he promised.
“Everyone is worried, because you tripped,” noted Ryo, who had snuck behind Yamapi and was assessing the situation behind his friend’s shoulder. “You haven’t been able to estimate how you’re feeling before. Someone else should check if you have a fever.”
‘Someone else’ apparently meant Ryo himself, because Koyama hadn’t managed to take a single step towards Tegoshi for the chance offered to him on a silver platter, when Sexy Osaka Man had already jumped next to Tegoshi, bowed in front of him and pressed his forehead to the boy’s forehead.
Tegoshi took about half a second to realize what was going on and to flush so much that it felt almost as if his ears were on fire. His face had turned bright red and he was strangely aware of Ryo’s breath on his face, not to mention Ryo’s natural smell. His pulse started racing and he felt faint enough to be thankful for the wall behind his back. Before he could grasp what had happened, Ryo was again on his feet and ready to explain the situation to the rest of the band.
“He’s a bit warm but I don’t think he has fever,” he said simply. “It’s probably the practice.”
The others nodded, ready to trust the results Ryo’s medical experiment had brought. Only Massu kept staring at Tegoshi, lost in thought. Nobody noticed the slight disappointment on Koyama’s face.
Suddenly they all heard a loud snap, and then a quiet pop, a voice that echoed in the quiet gym. At the same time the lights flashed off, leaving the windowless room dark like a night.
For a moment, Tegoshi felt as if he’s stepped into a black hole and lost all sense of space and time. As if he was floating alone in emptiness. He wasn’t on the best of terms with darkness. But before he had the time to panic, he heard Shige’s familiar voice next to him. It brought him back to Earth and the situation metaphorically cleared up.
“Eh? What happened?” Shige wondered. Tegoshi heard his voice above him and figured that the boy must be standing.
“Seems like a blackout to me,” Yamapi’s calm voice came next to Shige. “We should just wait calmly. It’ll probably pass soon.”
“Is everyone okay?” Koyama, who was standing next to Yamapi, asked worriedly and received four affirmative answers.
“I’m not.” Ryo’s voice came from near the door. “I was going to go out for a smoke, but I can’t find the door.”
“I’ll come with you, if you wait a moment,” Yamapi promised, although that clearly didn’t make Ryo completely happy.
“This is what you get for being in the same room with Shige…” Ryo mumbled, sad about the fact that he didn’t get nicotine into his blood and tar into his lungs that very second.
“Hey! This isn’t my fault!” Shige exclaimed.
Tegoshi could almost hear the playful grin on Ryo’s lips.
“There’s roadwork outside,” Massu remembered. “This blackout is probably due to that.”
Tegoshi heard his best friend’s voice next to his left ear. It comforted him in the dark situation. His eyes hadn’t yet gotten used to the darkness and he was still feeling as if he was floating in emptiness. Darkness sometimes made him feel that way.
“True,” Yamapi confirmed Massu’s remark. “They could’ve cut the power out on purpose.”
“But I heard a pop! Maybe it was a fuse,” Shige said.
“Maybe. At least they can change it quickly,” Yamapi admitted.
They were quiet for a while. As the normal hum of electricity had disappeared and sight wasn’t directing attention, hearing became sharper. Tegoshi could hear clothes rustle and joints crack, when someone moved their weight from one foot to another. Further someone walked to and fro or moved a little, with their footsteps softly booming on the lacquered floor. Someone cleared their throat and Tegoshi thought he could even hear the others’ breathing, if he really tried to listen and closed his eyes.
Suddenly, he became aware of movement. He didn’t even manage to shout as his voice died in his throat when he felt something warm and moist on his lips. Someone else’s lips. Someone was kissing him gently and lightly, and he was too shocked to even move his fingertips. He felt the other’s hands on his own, warm and almost comforting. Well, they would have been comforting if the situation hedn’t been so absurd.
Before he regained his ability to act back, the person kissing him had disappeared. For a moment Tegoshi stared into emptiness, raised a finger to his lips and only then remembered, how to form coherent words.
“Oi!” he exclaimed. “Oi!”
“For God’s sake, don’t shout suddenly like that!” Shige responded with a voice higher than usual. He had clearly been startled by Tegoshi’s shout. “My heart almost jumped out through my throat!”
“W-who was it?” Tegosi stammered.
“Who what?” Ýamapi said calmly.
“Someone touched me!”
“Don’t say things like that!” Koyama begged. “I hate ghost stories.”
“Really! Someone kissed me!”
“Who kissed you?” Ryo asked, unusually interested.
“I don’t know! I can’t see anything in here!”
“Are you sure you didn’t just imagine it?” Massu asked, seeming slightly doubtful. “If nobody here admits…”
“I’m totally sure! This isn’t funny! Who was it?”
“Don’t say things like that,” Koyama said. “Let’s deal with this in the light…”
“Did someone kiss Tegoshi?” Yamapi demanded everyone.
“Did kiss!” Tegoshi said, but nobody admitted anything.
“Maybe Tegoshi kissed himself?” Ryo said. Tegoshi could hear laughter in his voice.
“There’s nothing funny about this! Someone kissed me!”
The lights came on, and Tegoshi had to squint his eyes to get used to the lamps again. As soon as he was able to open his eyes he looked around for a clue that’d reveal the guilty kisser. He couldn’t find a single one. Except for Ryo, everyone was in their old place, and even Ryo had only moved a step or two closer to the others. Nobody seemed guilty, but Tegoshi kept looking at Koyama and Ryo.
Once everyone had recovered from the sudden light, Yamapi crossed his hands and looked at each band member in the room as if trying to uncover the guilty party just by staring.
“Okay. Right. Who did it?” His tone was serious.
But even though the lights were back on and things back to normal, everyone looked completely innocent. Koyama stared at Tegoshi worriedly, Ryo glared at the ceiling, hand stuffed deep into his pockets. Tegoshi looked like a hurt puppy and tried to plead to the perpetrator by looking as abject as possible. Nothing changed. At was as if the creature that had kissed him wasn’t in the room anymore.
“But I felt it, I really did,” Tegoshi said. “I wouldn’t imagine things like that!”
“People imagine all kinds of things in the dark,” Koyama said maternally and gave him a sad smile.
“Pi, you promised you’d come with me for a smoke,” Ryo said.
Yamapi paid Tegoshi a questioning glance, to which the youngster responded with a helpless nod. Prolonging the situation wouldn’t help; they had a clear list of possible suspects and clearly, solving the mystery required more complex methods than just whining.
Tegoshi felt as if he was in a mystery novel.