[one-shot] I Hear You Breathe, Somewhere in My Sleep
Title: I Hear You Breathe, Somewhere in My Sleep
Type: One-shot
Word count: 1,548
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Shige/Tegoshi
Summary: Tegoshi appears in Shige’s dreams - disturbing, but not entirely unpleasant dreams. Written for ryogrande for the arashi_on Japan fundraiser. I hope you like this, Ri. <3 My appropriate icon is appropriate, heh. The title and cut text are derived from “Only When I Sleep” by The Corrs. With thanks to my beta.
Note: The Jishu Shrine, also known as the Love Shrine, is located within the Kiyomizu Temple in Kyoto. The shrine is dedicated to Ōkuninushi, a god of love and good matches, whose messenger is a rabbit.
The dreams started out almost innocently. Tegoshi would make random appearances in Shige’s nighttime fantasies, sometimes not doing anything, just standing there with an inexplicable smile on his face. At first Shige didn’t think much about it; he hardly remembered much of his dreams anyway. But then they become more vivid, the sensations more acute, until Shige could hear Tegoshi talk to him, feel him touch his arm softly, while still smiling that impish smile which made Shige think he was going to pull a prank on him.
If only that was what Tegoshi did.
Instead of playing tricks on Shige like in real life, the Tegoshi in his dreams would creep closer to him, hot breath tickling Shige’s ear as he whispered something Shige would forget once he was awake. Often Tegoshi laughed as one of his hands traveled to Shige’s shoulder while another rested lightly on his waist, the feathery touch of his fingers stirring something deep within Shige, making him tremble with unexplainable longing.
This happened for days on end and Shige was no closer to interpreting what they meant when the dreams took on a whole new level of intensity. Not only did dream-Tegoshi maintain proximity to Shige but he also pressed a soft kiss on Shige’s cheek, giggling a bit when Shige tensed at the contact. He cooed gently until Shige relaxed again, and then he went on to drag his lips across Shige’s cheek, moving to the corner of his mouth before their lips finally met.
The touch was almost electrifying, raw energy coursing through Shige’s whole body as Tegoshi increased the pressure of his lips, one hand moving to Shige’s back to hold him even closer. It didn’t take long before Tegoshi’s impatience showed. He dug his teeth into Shige’s lower lip and Shige let out a loud gasp, which quickly turned into a faint moan as Tegoshi soothed the bite-mark with tender flicks of his tongue. The last thing Shige was aware of was that same tongue snaking its way into his now open mouth, then his eyes were open and he was lying in bed all sweaty, and he heard an embarrassing whimper that he belatedly realized was his own.
To say that those dreams were unsettling was an understatement. Shige had never thought of Tegoshi as anything more than a friend and co-worker, and he certainly had never imagined how it would feel to kiss the younger man - or to be more exact, he hadn’t expected it to feel so good. The fact was that he enjoyed their dream world rendezvous more than he cared to admit. He found himself wanting to relive them again and again, often going to bed early with eager anticipation, knowing full well that he would wake up in the morning feeling ashamed of himself.
One night dream-Tegoshi seemed keener than ever, his teeth and tongue devouring Shige’s lips like it was the end of the world. He kept chanting something during pauses to gulp for air and it was a while before Shige noticed Tegoshi was saying his name, “Shige, Shige,” his tone growing more urgent with each puff of breath. Shige thought this couldn’t possibly be a dream because he could feel everything so sharply and clearly, from the texture of Tegoshi’s lips to the mingling heat of their bodies.
Tegoshi had wrapped himself tight around Shige but now he was slowly moving away, keeping Shige at arm’s length. Shige nearly gave out a moan of disapproval as he was desperate to claim Tegoshi’s mouth again, but the other man was gazing at him with such raw emotion in his eyes. Shige went still as Tegoshi murmured in a low voice he had never used with him before, “I want you, Shige.”
Right then Shige’s eyes flew open, and he groaned in frustration when the alarm clock next to his bed informed him that he had to go to work in an hour. He’d much rather go back to sleep and find out what would happen next.
At first Shige couldn’t reconcile dream-Tegoshi with the one he faced at work, but when he tried harder he slowly began to see the likeness. He recognized the same enthusiasm that drove Tegoshi to confront every challenge and eventually win it. What was more difficult to accept was the eagerness with which the Tegoshi in Shige’s fantasies seemed to yearn for him. This was Tegoshi Yuya, for crying out loud. He could get anyone he wanted (thanks to Massu’s slip of the tongue while out drinking with him, Shige found out that Tegoshi preferred boys).
“I want you, Shige.” Now the words echoed in Shige’s head every time he saw Tegoshi. Today they were rehearsing “Dancin’ in the Secret”, and Shige couldn’t tear his eyes away from the younger man, watched the way his body moved in time with the music, sweat dripping down his neck and dampening his much-too-revealing tank top. Then he caught Shige staring and Shige’s mind went blank except for those same words over and over again, “I want you, I want you Shige.”
After rehearsals Tegoshi waited until the others were gone before he came up to Shige. “Was there something off in my dancing? I overdid it, didn’t I?”
Shige shook his head, pretending to be busy with putting his clothes and towel in his bag. “No, you were great.”
“Oh. It’s just that you were looking at me... I don’t know, a little differently. I thought there was something wrong.”
Tegoshi worried at his bottom lip and Shige thought no, no biting your lip, it makes me want to do that to you. “Nothing’s wrong,” the words came out a little shaky, and though Tegoshi still seemed uncertain he didn’t push it.
He said goodbye and was halfway out the door when Shige heard himself say, “Wait.”
Tegoshi stopped, turning back with a questioning gaze. “What is it?”
Shige was already half-regretting it, but maybe having an open, level-headed discussion would help solve the problem. Logical analysis and all that, right? Besides, Tegoshi majored in psychology and might be able to make some sense of it all, supply him with some theory about the subliminal messages the dreams were giving.
So Shige began, “I’ve been having these dreams. In those dreams... you showed up.”
Tegoshi closed the door behind him and walked over to Shige. “...Okay.” He didn’t look as alarmed as Shige thought he would be, so that was a good start. “What happened in the dreams?”
"You- and I...” Shige felt his face burning, “we kissed. Well, you kissed me first, and I... I kissed back.”
Tegoshi was silent for a second, and then he asked, “How was it?”
“What?”
“The kiss.” Shige couldn’t find a trace of the usual twinkle in Tegoshi’s eyes whenever he was joking. “What did you think about it?”
Shige stammered, “Well, it wasn’t... I mean it’s a little-”
Taking a step closer, Tegoshi’s firm gaze made Shige’s insides all a-flutter. “Was it nice?” his voice was almost a hiss.
That was a leading question, a courtroom technique Shige recognized from one of his classes. Tegoshi was inching even nearer, those enticing lips too close for comfort, and Shige couldn’t bring himself to say no. “Yes,” he half-answered, half-sighed.
They were now only a hair’s breadth away. Tegoshi looked up and Shige saw his confidence faltering a bit, a shadow of hesitation passing in his eyes, but he dropped it as soon as it appeared. “Was it like this...?”
He leaned forward but Shige was just as quick to meet him, their lips clashing as Shige’s heartbeat quickened its pace. It was just like in his dreams and even better because this was real; he was tasting Tegoshi’s sweet lips and pulling his body closer, feeling the frantic grip of Tegoshi’s fingers on his shoulders. They paused for air and Tegoshi giggled, saying, “It worked after all.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I was in Kyoto last month and I went to the Jishu Shrine to, well, ask for divine intervention. The god of the shrine has a rabbit as a messenger so I thought it must be fate. Our zodiac, our year, right?”
“Tegoshi,” Shige needed to make sure he had heard it right, “you went to a love shrine for me?”
Tegoshi’s face turned a deep shade of red Shige hadn’t thought was possible. “I’ve been trying so hard to get your attention. I thought maybe I needed some help from above.” There was that dash of uncertainty again, and Tegoshi fidgeted with the hem of Shige’s t-shirt. “You’re not freaking out, are you, Shige? You look like you’re freaking out.”
Shige shook his head. “It’s just... unexpected, that’s all.” But not unwelcome, Shige realized. He took Tegoshi’s hand and threaded their fingers together; they were a perfect fit.
Tegoshi squeezed Shige’s hand back. “Maybe we can take things slow?” he asked with a tentative smile on his face.
Shige bent closer, lips just brushing Tegoshi’s lightly as they breathed in the same air. “Slow is good,” he mumbled before wrapping his arms around the other’s warm, lithe frame. A new set of words was forming slowly in his mind: I want you, I want you too.
Type: One-shot
Word count: 1,548
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Shige/Tegoshi
Summary: Tegoshi appears in Shige’s dreams - disturbing, but not entirely unpleasant dreams. Written for ryogrande for the arashi_on Japan fundraiser. I hope you like this, Ri. <3 My appropriate icon is appropriate, heh. The title and cut text are derived from “Only When I Sleep” by The Corrs. With thanks to my beta.
Note: The Jishu Shrine, also known as the Love Shrine, is located within the Kiyomizu Temple in Kyoto. The shrine is dedicated to Ōkuninushi, a god of love and good matches, whose messenger is a rabbit.
The dreams started out almost innocently. Tegoshi would make random appearances in Shige’s nighttime fantasies, sometimes not doing anything, just standing there with an inexplicable smile on his face. At first Shige didn’t think much about it; he hardly remembered much of his dreams anyway. But then they become more vivid, the sensations more acute, until Shige could hear Tegoshi talk to him, feel him touch his arm softly, while still smiling that impish smile which made Shige think he was going to pull a prank on him.
If only that was what Tegoshi did.
Instead of playing tricks on Shige like in real life, the Tegoshi in his dreams would creep closer to him, hot breath tickling Shige’s ear as he whispered something Shige would forget once he was awake. Often Tegoshi laughed as one of his hands traveled to Shige’s shoulder while another rested lightly on his waist, the feathery touch of his fingers stirring something deep within Shige, making him tremble with unexplainable longing.
This happened for days on end and Shige was no closer to interpreting what they meant when the dreams took on a whole new level of intensity. Not only did dream-Tegoshi maintain proximity to Shige but he also pressed a soft kiss on Shige’s cheek, giggling a bit when Shige tensed at the contact. He cooed gently until Shige relaxed again, and then he went on to drag his lips across Shige’s cheek, moving to the corner of his mouth before their lips finally met.
The touch was almost electrifying, raw energy coursing through Shige’s whole body as Tegoshi increased the pressure of his lips, one hand moving to Shige’s back to hold him even closer. It didn’t take long before Tegoshi’s impatience showed. He dug his teeth into Shige’s lower lip and Shige let out a loud gasp, which quickly turned into a faint moan as Tegoshi soothed the bite-mark with tender flicks of his tongue. The last thing Shige was aware of was that same tongue snaking its way into his now open mouth, then his eyes were open and he was lying in bed all sweaty, and he heard an embarrassing whimper that he belatedly realized was his own.
To say that those dreams were unsettling was an understatement. Shige had never thought of Tegoshi as anything more than a friend and co-worker, and he certainly had never imagined how it would feel to kiss the younger man - or to be more exact, he hadn’t expected it to feel so good. The fact was that he enjoyed their dream world rendezvous more than he cared to admit. He found himself wanting to relive them again and again, often going to bed early with eager anticipation, knowing full well that he would wake up in the morning feeling ashamed of himself.
One night dream-Tegoshi seemed keener than ever, his teeth and tongue devouring Shige’s lips like it was the end of the world. He kept chanting something during pauses to gulp for air and it was a while before Shige noticed Tegoshi was saying his name, “Shige, Shige,” his tone growing more urgent with each puff of breath. Shige thought this couldn’t possibly be a dream because he could feel everything so sharply and clearly, from the texture of Tegoshi’s lips to the mingling heat of their bodies.
Tegoshi had wrapped himself tight around Shige but now he was slowly moving away, keeping Shige at arm’s length. Shige nearly gave out a moan of disapproval as he was desperate to claim Tegoshi’s mouth again, but the other man was gazing at him with such raw emotion in his eyes. Shige went still as Tegoshi murmured in a low voice he had never used with him before, “I want you, Shige.”
Right then Shige’s eyes flew open, and he groaned in frustration when the alarm clock next to his bed informed him that he had to go to work in an hour. He’d much rather go back to sleep and find out what would happen next.
At first Shige couldn’t reconcile dream-Tegoshi with the one he faced at work, but when he tried harder he slowly began to see the likeness. He recognized the same enthusiasm that drove Tegoshi to confront every challenge and eventually win it. What was more difficult to accept was the eagerness with which the Tegoshi in Shige’s fantasies seemed to yearn for him. This was Tegoshi Yuya, for crying out loud. He could get anyone he wanted (thanks to Massu’s slip of the tongue while out drinking with him, Shige found out that Tegoshi preferred boys).
“I want you, Shige.” Now the words echoed in Shige’s head every time he saw Tegoshi. Today they were rehearsing “Dancin’ in the Secret”, and Shige couldn’t tear his eyes away from the younger man, watched the way his body moved in time with the music, sweat dripping down his neck and dampening his much-too-revealing tank top. Then he caught Shige staring and Shige’s mind went blank except for those same words over and over again, “I want you, I want you Shige.”
After rehearsals Tegoshi waited until the others were gone before he came up to Shige. “Was there something off in my dancing? I overdid it, didn’t I?”
Shige shook his head, pretending to be busy with putting his clothes and towel in his bag. “No, you were great.”
“Oh. It’s just that you were looking at me... I don’t know, a little differently. I thought there was something wrong.”
Tegoshi worried at his bottom lip and Shige thought no, no biting your lip, it makes me want to do that to you. “Nothing’s wrong,” the words came out a little shaky, and though Tegoshi still seemed uncertain he didn’t push it.
He said goodbye and was halfway out the door when Shige heard himself say, “Wait.”
Tegoshi stopped, turning back with a questioning gaze. “What is it?”
Shige was already half-regretting it, but maybe having an open, level-headed discussion would help solve the problem. Logical analysis and all that, right? Besides, Tegoshi majored in psychology and might be able to make some sense of it all, supply him with some theory about the subliminal messages the dreams were giving.
So Shige began, “I’ve been having these dreams. In those dreams... you showed up.”
Tegoshi closed the door behind him and walked over to Shige. “...Okay.” He didn’t look as alarmed as Shige thought he would be, so that was a good start. “What happened in the dreams?”
"You- and I...” Shige felt his face burning, “we kissed. Well, you kissed me first, and I... I kissed back.”
Tegoshi was silent for a second, and then he asked, “How was it?”
“What?”
“The kiss.” Shige couldn’t find a trace of the usual twinkle in Tegoshi’s eyes whenever he was joking. “What did you think about it?”
Shige stammered, “Well, it wasn’t... I mean it’s a little-”
Taking a step closer, Tegoshi’s firm gaze made Shige’s insides all a-flutter. “Was it nice?” his voice was almost a hiss.
That was a leading question, a courtroom technique Shige recognized from one of his classes. Tegoshi was inching even nearer, those enticing lips too close for comfort, and Shige couldn’t bring himself to say no. “Yes,” he half-answered, half-sighed.
They were now only a hair’s breadth away. Tegoshi looked up and Shige saw his confidence faltering a bit, a shadow of hesitation passing in his eyes, but he dropped it as soon as it appeared. “Was it like this...?”
He leaned forward but Shige was just as quick to meet him, their lips clashing as Shige’s heartbeat quickened its pace. It was just like in his dreams and even better because this was real; he was tasting Tegoshi’s sweet lips and pulling his body closer, feeling the frantic grip of Tegoshi’s fingers on his shoulders. They paused for air and Tegoshi giggled, saying, “It worked after all.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I was in Kyoto last month and I went to the Jishu Shrine to, well, ask for divine intervention. The god of the shrine has a rabbit as a messenger so I thought it must be fate. Our zodiac, our year, right?”
“Tegoshi,” Shige needed to make sure he had heard it right, “you went to a love shrine for me?”
Tegoshi’s face turned a deep shade of red Shige hadn’t thought was possible. “I’ve been trying so hard to get your attention. I thought maybe I needed some help from above.” There was that dash of uncertainty again, and Tegoshi fidgeted with the hem of Shige’s t-shirt. “You’re not freaking out, are you, Shige? You look like you’re freaking out.”
Shige shook his head. “It’s just... unexpected, that’s all.” But not unwelcome, Shige realized. He took Tegoshi’s hand and threaded their fingers together; they were a perfect fit.
Tegoshi squeezed Shige’s hand back. “Maybe we can take things slow?” he asked with a tentative smile on his face.
Shige bent closer, lips just brushing Tegoshi’s lightly as they breathed in the same air. “Slow is good,” he mumbled before wrapping his arms around the other’s warm, lithe frame. A new set of words was forming slowly in his mind: I want you, I want you too.