[one-shot] The truth, (nothing but) the truth
Title: The truth, (nothing but) the truth
Type: One-shot
Word count: 2,797
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Koyama/Shige
Summary: It all started, like many other stories did, with a girl’s panties. Written for wrenne25 for the arashi_on Japan fundraiser. <3 With thanks to sanjihan as usual for the beta.
It all started, like many other stories did, with a girl’s panties.
Koyama found them on the floor near Shige’s couch when they were spending a free afternoon together watching a European movie Shige just rented. Shige had gone to the kitchen a few minutes earlier to get more snacks, and Koyama was getting restless. He was tempted to just continue without Shige but he knew his friend would whine about it for the rest of the film’s duration, so with much reluctance he got up from the comfy sofa to see what was taking Shige so long.
That was when he saw it, tucked almost under the foot of the couch. A black lace underwear. He knew he shouldn’t, but he picked it up anyway, feeling the soft fabric between his fingers. What were these doing in Shige’s living room-
Oh. Of course. Shige must have been entertaining a female visitor last night and then they- Koyama tried to get rid of the seedy images thrusting themselves into his mind. Oh god, thrust, bad choice of word. Koyama shook his head to gain some self-control, and when he heard Shige’s approaching footsteps he dropped the panties and kicked them back underneath the sofa.
Shige reappeared bearing huge bags of potato chips and two cans of cold beer. Koyama turned to him and asked, voice a little too high to cover his discomfiture, “What were you doing back there? You took forever.”
“Forgot where I stored the chips.” Shige put the refreshments on the low table in front of the sofa and eyed Koyama suspiciously. “You were going to start without me, weren’t you?”
“I was seriously considering it. I thought you fell asleep in the bathroom or something.”
They both settled back on the couch and continued where they left off, but Koyama couldn’t really shake the weird feeling he had gotten from finding the panties. He took a swig of his beer but it didn’t help much.
The next scene they watched was a bed scene, and the man and woman on the screen started taking each other’s clothes off. The woman was wearing black panties and bra.
Koyama felt he wanted to throw up.
He had heard it once many years ago, while passing the half-open door of his sister’s room and overhearing the hushed, giggly whispers of his sister and her high school friends. A girl doesn’t wear black lingerie unless she wants somebody to see them and, consequently, peel them off her body.
It wasn’t like Koyama hadn’t expected this at all. He and Shige were both healthy, full-functioning men in the prime of youth, and although they no longer shared their romantic exploits the way they used to when they were younger, huddled under their blankets in adjacent beds during tours, trading stories of chaste kisses and fumbled introductions to the female body, he suspected Shige must have had some action going on. Sometimes he worried that Shige was being too callous, what with the “I don’t need love right now” statements, but the panties in his living room seemed to prove otherwise.
No matter how many ways you looked at it, there was no reason why Koyama should be troubled by the revelation. So why did he have to pretend he didn’t see the panties and hide them back where he found them? Sure, it might cause an awkward moment, but it was nothing Shige should be ashamed about (Koyama would have advised Shige and his date to wait until they reached the bedroom, though, but hey, it was his apartment and he had the right to have sex anywhere he wanted).
Koyama thought he should mention it nonchalantly some time. That was a nice movie we saw, very artistic, oh and by the way, I found a girl’s panties on the floor, did you let your girl leave without wearing them? He needed to work on his wording, but that was the general idea.
But every time he started to think about it those images would come to haunt him again. Shige on the sofa, kissing the faceless, black underwear-clad girl sitting on his lap. Shige lying down with the girl underneath him, moaning and grinding like there was no tomorrow. Shige and the girl on the floor, rocking back and forth-
“Koyama? Oi!”
Koyama blinked and Shige was staring at him, forehead creased with concern. “You were going to tell me something? What is it?” asked Shige.
Koyama opened his mouth slightly, and then he shook his head. “Nah, it’s nothing.”
Shige and the girl were still going at it in his mind. In the middle of it the girl seemed to be laughing, as if mocking Koyama.
Before long the images in Koyama’s head changed a little. He didn’t know if was due to the years they spent together, witnessing each other grow up in front of their very eyes, or if he was starting to get a little messed up in the head. But now instead of a hot, voluptuous girl, the person tussling with Shige on the couch was none other than Koyama himself.
There was something slightly off with this picture, but on the other hand it just felt so right. Here was Shige, someone who knew Koyama inside out, whom he could trust not to laugh when he saw Koyama’s fully naked body with all the little imperfections. He knew all the little things Koyama liked, knew which buttons to push to make him clutch Shige desperately and beg for more.
After the first few times, Koyama’s instincts won over his feelings of guilt and in the daydreams Shige’s sofa was replaced by Shige’s kitchen table, the NEWS dressing room, Koyama’s car, a nice stretch of wall next to the door of Shige’s apartment. Koyama never knew he had it in him to enjoy fantasizing about sex in unconventional locations.
Lately Koyama’s favorite fantasy setting was the shower. He stepped into the shower in his own home and imagined Shige was there behind him, chest pressed to his back, soapy hands running all over his body and touching intimate places that elicited broken gasps from Koyama’s mouth. Shige’s own mouth was nuzzling at the back of Koyama’s neck, hot breath sizzling his skin despite the cold spray of water overhead.
In his mind Koyama turned around and saw Shige’s face, little rivulets of water glistening over his features. His heavy-lidded eyes were dark with passion and he was mouthing something, it took a while to make out but it was Keiichiro, Kei. They captured each other’s lips, and back in the real world Koyama muttered through gritted teeth, “Fuck, Shige,” as his hand worked busily down south, and he shuddered through his release not long after.
Koyama realized he was in too deep when he came to the conclusion that “fuck, Shige” meant he wanted to fuck Shige but also wouldn’t mind if Shige fucked him instead; if it was Shige he was more than willing to take turns.
Would Shige hate him if he told him everything? Would he look at Koyama like he was a freak and walk away, never to return? Because truth be told, Koyama would rather live in a world where sex with Shige was only a matter of daydreams than have Shige despise him.
He thought maybe if he kept some distance from Shige for a bit things would cool down, so there were a few weeks when he avoided contact with Shige except for work. Instead of producing the desired results, Koyama ended up having to face Shige’s lengthy inquiries of why he wasn’t returning his calls.
“I know you’re busy with news every,” Shige began, his face already bogged down with dejection.
“Shige-”
“And I know you have other people to hang out with, and that I might be disturbing you with my phone calls, and of course you have to visit your nephews every once in a while, and you’re probably bored with seeing my face already...”
“Shige!” Koyama wailed. “You never bore me, you know that.”
It took some more comforting words and gentle pats on the shoulder before Shige was mollified. At the end he was smiling at Koyama again and Koyama became week in the knees, because he was now aware that he not only wanted to fuck Shige but to have him as well, brand him and call him his own and give himself wholeheartedly to Shige in return.
But as these things happened, what started with a pair of panties must end with a pair of panties. That was how Koyama, despite his best judgment, revealed to Shige what he had discovered.
They were back at Shige’s apartment, this time ordering takeout and having drinks afterward. Koyama was waiting for the effects of alcohol to wear off a little before he could trust himself to walk out and hail a cab home. He was flipping a magazine randomly and there must still have been too much alcohol in his system, because when he came across a piece of lingerie ad he blurted out, “Hey, this looks like the one I found under your couch.”
Shige froze and slowly turned to Koyama, his expression unreadable. “What did you say?”
Koyama hit himself over the head mentally. “I... what I meant was...”
“You found that-” Shige’s gaze flitted to the open page on Koyama’s lap, “under my couch?”
There seemed no getting around it so Koyama nodded. “I just accidentally saw the underwear there several weeks ago. I didn’t want to intrude or anything, so I didn’t tell you.”
Shige pointedly looked away. “Oh.”
“You don’t need to feel you have to explain it to me,” added Koyama hurriedly. “I mean, we’re friends and all but each person has his privacy and...”
“She spent the night here,” Shige interrupted. Koyama thought his friend grew a little pale.
“Huh...?”
“Before our last DVD night, right? I invited her over and we slept together. Here.”
Shige signaled with his eyes and Koyama looked down at the very sofa they were sitting on. He had guessed all along that Shige and the girl had had sex on that couch, but now that it was confirmed Koyama felt sick to his stomach. He forced out the next few words, “So... Things are going well? You and the girl?”
Shige nodded. He didn’t explain who she was, whether he knew her from college or from work or somewhere else, but Koyama decided he didn’t want to know. He uttered some excuse about having to wake up early tomorrow and made to leave. Shige was quiet as he saw him to the door. The rest of the night was vague; Koyama remembered a glimpse of the inside of a taxi, the welcome mat at the front of his house, and the next thing he knew he was burying his head under the pillow, praying for sleep to come and wishing what he had heard from Shige wasn’t true.
Hours later Koyama woke up to a pounding in his temple and the constant ring of the doorbell. He tumbled blearily to the entrance and found Shige in his doorstep.
“What time is it, Shige?” he mumbled vaguely, wiping sleep from his eyes.
Shige’s face was flushed and he was short of breath. “I lied. I didn’t sleep with any girl. There was no girl.”
Now Koyama was fully awake. He watched as Shige dropped his eyes and spoke in hurried sentences, “It was Tegoshi’s idea. He thought planting something with the objective of letting you find it was a way to make you jealous. Massu was the one who suggested the panties.”
“Tegoshi? Massu...?”
“They were only trying to help me. It was all me, I went along with the plan because I wanted to know how you’d react.” Shige looked pitiful, as though he was afraid Koyama might raise a hand and hit him. “I’m sorry.”
Koyama put one hand against the doorjamb to steady himself as his alcohol- and sleep-fuddled mind tried to make sense of what Shige just told him. Put all the facts on the table slowly, like a proper newscaster.
Shige lied about the girl. There was no girl. The underwear was a ruse. Tegoshi and Massu were somehow in the background, helping Shige plot the whole thing. Shige meant for Koyama to find the panties. He wanted Koyama to be jealous. He freaking lied to him, saying he slept with a girl who didn’t exist. But why would he want Koyama to be jealous unless he...
“Koyama,” Shige asked hesitantly, “are you okay?”
“I... I have to think about this.”
“You’re not angry at me, right...?”
“Shige, I need you to stop talking for a while and leave me alone.”
The way Shige backed down a step, Koyama might as well had hit him. Koyama shut the door without looking back and sat down against it for the remainder of the night.
If there was something Koyama hated, it was being lied to. But he had also been lying to Shige all along, hiding the fact that he was lusting over him, fantasizing about him, plainly yearning for him. After the initial shock wore off Koyama felt something in his chest, something small and fuzzy that quickly expanded until he thought his body couldn’t contain it anymore. Shige likes me, he thought. He likes me he likes me he likes me.
Two days later a group meeting was scheduled for NEWS’ upcoming concerts. When Koyama arrived he saw that Shige was the first member there, sitting quietly at the far end of the table while the stage manager and the lighting manager were having a lively discussion. Shige visibly tensed when he saw Koyama but didn’t say anything as the latter murmured a vague greeting to the whole room and slid to the seat next to Shige.
Shige was clenching and unclenching his fingers on his lap. He made sure the room’s chatter covered his voice when he spoke, so soft Koyama couldn’t make it out at first, “I’m sorry I lied to you.”
Koyama shook his head. “I haven’t been completely honest with you either. I found the panties but I didn’t say anything. I’ve been-” A flash of his fantasies, of sweat-slicked skin and breathless kisses, but Koyama chose to kept them to himself for now. “...I was jealous.”
Slowly, furtively, he put his hand on top of Shige’s below the table. “No more lies between us, all right?”
Shige was still for a moment, but then he turned his palm upward and clasped Koyama’s hand in a firm grip. “All right,” he replied quietly.
This, Koyama thought. This person sitting beside him, connected to him by their interlacing fingers. This was not a lie.
Some people said ‘honesty is the best policy’ was a pack of lies, but Koyama would disagree. Once he was brave enough to tell Shige about his fantasies, the younger man was more than happy to turn them into reality. Koyama discovered with much delight that according to Shige, there was no such thing as an unconventional location for sex.
One day, lying side by side with Shige on one of those unconventional locations - the floor of Koyama’s bedroom, Koyama propped his head on an elbow and asked Shige something he had been wondering about. “How did Massu and Tegoshi found out...?”
“I think they had suspected about my feelings for a while. Tegoshi said I was being painfully obvious.” A grin passed over Shige’s face, beads of sweat still lingering on his forehead. “Of course Nishikido-kun said I should’ve brought a girl to my apartment for real and let you walk in on us, but Yamashita-kun said that would be pushing too much.”
“Ryo-chan and Yamapi? They knew it as well?” Koyama was starting to be afraid that the whole jimusho was in on this.
Shige shrugged. “I talk a lot when I drink.”
Koyama put out a free hand to draw circles on his lover’s bare chest. “Why didn’t you just tell me all about it earlier instead of make up an elaborate lie?”
Shige smiled up at him, and Koyama thought he looked so beautiful, all sprawled out on the floor for him, still radiating with the afterglow of sex. “That’s because you’re special.”
Koyama scoffed. “Special enough to be tricked by a pair of panties.”
He got up to his feet and padded across the room, Shige’s eyes following him. “Kei, where are you going?” asked Shige warily.
“Taking a shower.” He glanced over his shoulder at Shige and gave him a meaningful look. Shige was already rising up to follow him, not needing to be told twice.
Type: One-shot
Word count: 2,797
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Koyama/Shige
Summary: It all started, like many other stories did, with a girl’s panties. Written for wrenne25 for the arashi_on Japan fundraiser. <3 With thanks to sanjihan as usual for the beta.
It all started, like many other stories did, with a girl’s panties.
Koyama found them on the floor near Shige’s couch when they were spending a free afternoon together watching a European movie Shige just rented. Shige had gone to the kitchen a few minutes earlier to get more snacks, and Koyama was getting restless. He was tempted to just continue without Shige but he knew his friend would whine about it for the rest of the film’s duration, so with much reluctance he got up from the comfy sofa to see what was taking Shige so long.
That was when he saw it, tucked almost under the foot of the couch. A black lace underwear. He knew he shouldn’t, but he picked it up anyway, feeling the soft fabric between his fingers. What were these doing in Shige’s living room-
Oh. Of course. Shige must have been entertaining a female visitor last night and then they- Koyama tried to get rid of the seedy images thrusting themselves into his mind. Oh god, thrust, bad choice of word. Koyama shook his head to gain some self-control, and when he heard Shige’s approaching footsteps he dropped the panties and kicked them back underneath the sofa.
Shige reappeared bearing huge bags of potato chips and two cans of cold beer. Koyama turned to him and asked, voice a little too high to cover his discomfiture, “What were you doing back there? You took forever.”
“Forgot where I stored the chips.” Shige put the refreshments on the low table in front of the sofa and eyed Koyama suspiciously. “You were going to start without me, weren’t you?”
“I was seriously considering it. I thought you fell asleep in the bathroom or something.”
They both settled back on the couch and continued where they left off, but Koyama couldn’t really shake the weird feeling he had gotten from finding the panties. He took a swig of his beer but it didn’t help much.
The next scene they watched was a bed scene, and the man and woman on the screen started taking each other’s clothes off. The woman was wearing black panties and bra.
Koyama felt he wanted to throw up.
He had heard it once many years ago, while passing the half-open door of his sister’s room and overhearing the hushed, giggly whispers of his sister and her high school friends. A girl doesn’t wear black lingerie unless she wants somebody to see them and, consequently, peel them off her body.
It wasn’t like Koyama hadn’t expected this at all. He and Shige were both healthy, full-functioning men in the prime of youth, and although they no longer shared their romantic exploits the way they used to when they were younger, huddled under their blankets in adjacent beds during tours, trading stories of chaste kisses and fumbled introductions to the female body, he suspected Shige must have had some action going on. Sometimes he worried that Shige was being too callous, what with the “I don’t need love right now” statements, but the panties in his living room seemed to prove otherwise.
No matter how many ways you looked at it, there was no reason why Koyama should be troubled by the revelation. So why did he have to pretend he didn’t see the panties and hide them back where he found them? Sure, it might cause an awkward moment, but it was nothing Shige should be ashamed about (Koyama would have advised Shige and his date to wait until they reached the bedroom, though, but hey, it was his apartment and he had the right to have sex anywhere he wanted).
Koyama thought he should mention it nonchalantly some time. That was a nice movie we saw, very artistic, oh and by the way, I found a girl’s panties on the floor, did you let your girl leave without wearing them? He needed to work on his wording, but that was the general idea.
But every time he started to think about it those images would come to haunt him again. Shige on the sofa, kissing the faceless, black underwear-clad girl sitting on his lap. Shige lying down with the girl underneath him, moaning and grinding like there was no tomorrow. Shige and the girl on the floor, rocking back and forth-
“Koyama? Oi!”
Koyama blinked and Shige was staring at him, forehead creased with concern. “You were going to tell me something? What is it?” asked Shige.
Koyama opened his mouth slightly, and then he shook his head. “Nah, it’s nothing.”
Shige and the girl were still going at it in his mind. In the middle of it the girl seemed to be laughing, as if mocking Koyama.
Before long the images in Koyama’s head changed a little. He didn’t know if was due to the years they spent together, witnessing each other grow up in front of their very eyes, or if he was starting to get a little messed up in the head. But now instead of a hot, voluptuous girl, the person tussling with Shige on the couch was none other than Koyama himself.
There was something slightly off with this picture, but on the other hand it just felt so right. Here was Shige, someone who knew Koyama inside out, whom he could trust not to laugh when he saw Koyama’s fully naked body with all the little imperfections. He knew all the little things Koyama liked, knew which buttons to push to make him clutch Shige desperately and beg for more.
After the first few times, Koyama’s instincts won over his feelings of guilt and in the daydreams Shige’s sofa was replaced by Shige’s kitchen table, the NEWS dressing room, Koyama’s car, a nice stretch of wall next to the door of Shige’s apartment. Koyama never knew he had it in him to enjoy fantasizing about sex in unconventional locations.
Lately Koyama’s favorite fantasy setting was the shower. He stepped into the shower in his own home and imagined Shige was there behind him, chest pressed to his back, soapy hands running all over his body and touching intimate places that elicited broken gasps from Koyama’s mouth. Shige’s own mouth was nuzzling at the back of Koyama’s neck, hot breath sizzling his skin despite the cold spray of water overhead.
In his mind Koyama turned around and saw Shige’s face, little rivulets of water glistening over his features. His heavy-lidded eyes were dark with passion and he was mouthing something, it took a while to make out but it was Keiichiro, Kei. They captured each other’s lips, and back in the real world Koyama muttered through gritted teeth, “Fuck, Shige,” as his hand worked busily down south, and he shuddered through his release not long after.
Koyama realized he was in too deep when he came to the conclusion that “fuck, Shige” meant he wanted to fuck Shige but also wouldn’t mind if Shige fucked him instead; if it was Shige he was more than willing to take turns.
Would Shige hate him if he told him everything? Would he look at Koyama like he was a freak and walk away, never to return? Because truth be told, Koyama would rather live in a world where sex with Shige was only a matter of daydreams than have Shige despise him.
He thought maybe if he kept some distance from Shige for a bit things would cool down, so there were a few weeks when he avoided contact with Shige except for work. Instead of producing the desired results, Koyama ended up having to face Shige’s lengthy inquiries of why he wasn’t returning his calls.
“I know you’re busy with news every,” Shige began, his face already bogged down with dejection.
“Shige-”
“And I know you have other people to hang out with, and that I might be disturbing you with my phone calls, and of course you have to visit your nephews every once in a while, and you’re probably bored with seeing my face already...”
“Shige!” Koyama wailed. “You never bore me, you know that.”
It took some more comforting words and gentle pats on the shoulder before Shige was mollified. At the end he was smiling at Koyama again and Koyama became week in the knees, because he was now aware that he not only wanted to fuck Shige but to have him as well, brand him and call him his own and give himself wholeheartedly to Shige in return.
But as these things happened, what started with a pair of panties must end with a pair of panties. That was how Koyama, despite his best judgment, revealed to Shige what he had discovered.
They were back at Shige’s apartment, this time ordering takeout and having drinks afterward. Koyama was waiting for the effects of alcohol to wear off a little before he could trust himself to walk out and hail a cab home. He was flipping a magazine randomly and there must still have been too much alcohol in his system, because when he came across a piece of lingerie ad he blurted out, “Hey, this looks like the one I found under your couch.”
Shige froze and slowly turned to Koyama, his expression unreadable. “What did you say?”
Koyama hit himself over the head mentally. “I... what I meant was...”
“You found that-” Shige’s gaze flitted to the open page on Koyama’s lap, “under my couch?”
There seemed no getting around it so Koyama nodded. “I just accidentally saw the underwear there several weeks ago. I didn’t want to intrude or anything, so I didn’t tell you.”
Shige pointedly looked away. “Oh.”
“You don’t need to feel you have to explain it to me,” added Koyama hurriedly. “I mean, we’re friends and all but each person has his privacy and...”
“She spent the night here,” Shige interrupted. Koyama thought his friend grew a little pale.
“Huh...?”
“Before our last DVD night, right? I invited her over and we slept together. Here.”
Shige signaled with his eyes and Koyama looked down at the very sofa they were sitting on. He had guessed all along that Shige and the girl had had sex on that couch, but now that it was confirmed Koyama felt sick to his stomach. He forced out the next few words, “So... Things are going well? You and the girl?”
Shige nodded. He didn’t explain who she was, whether he knew her from college or from work or somewhere else, but Koyama decided he didn’t want to know. He uttered some excuse about having to wake up early tomorrow and made to leave. Shige was quiet as he saw him to the door. The rest of the night was vague; Koyama remembered a glimpse of the inside of a taxi, the welcome mat at the front of his house, and the next thing he knew he was burying his head under the pillow, praying for sleep to come and wishing what he had heard from Shige wasn’t true.
Hours later Koyama woke up to a pounding in his temple and the constant ring of the doorbell. He tumbled blearily to the entrance and found Shige in his doorstep.
“What time is it, Shige?” he mumbled vaguely, wiping sleep from his eyes.
Shige’s face was flushed and he was short of breath. “I lied. I didn’t sleep with any girl. There was no girl.”
Now Koyama was fully awake. He watched as Shige dropped his eyes and spoke in hurried sentences, “It was Tegoshi’s idea. He thought planting something with the objective of letting you find it was a way to make you jealous. Massu was the one who suggested the panties.”
“Tegoshi? Massu...?”
“They were only trying to help me. It was all me, I went along with the plan because I wanted to know how you’d react.” Shige looked pitiful, as though he was afraid Koyama might raise a hand and hit him. “I’m sorry.”
Koyama put one hand against the doorjamb to steady himself as his alcohol- and sleep-fuddled mind tried to make sense of what Shige just told him. Put all the facts on the table slowly, like a proper newscaster.
Shige lied about the girl. There was no girl. The underwear was a ruse. Tegoshi and Massu were somehow in the background, helping Shige plot the whole thing. Shige meant for Koyama to find the panties. He wanted Koyama to be jealous. He freaking lied to him, saying he slept with a girl who didn’t exist. But why would he want Koyama to be jealous unless he...
“Koyama,” Shige asked hesitantly, “are you okay?”
“I... I have to think about this.”
“You’re not angry at me, right...?”
“Shige, I need you to stop talking for a while and leave me alone.”
The way Shige backed down a step, Koyama might as well had hit him. Koyama shut the door without looking back and sat down against it for the remainder of the night.
If there was something Koyama hated, it was being lied to. But he had also been lying to Shige all along, hiding the fact that he was lusting over him, fantasizing about him, plainly yearning for him. After the initial shock wore off Koyama felt something in his chest, something small and fuzzy that quickly expanded until he thought his body couldn’t contain it anymore. Shige likes me, he thought. He likes me he likes me he likes me.
Two days later a group meeting was scheduled for NEWS’ upcoming concerts. When Koyama arrived he saw that Shige was the first member there, sitting quietly at the far end of the table while the stage manager and the lighting manager were having a lively discussion. Shige visibly tensed when he saw Koyama but didn’t say anything as the latter murmured a vague greeting to the whole room and slid to the seat next to Shige.
Shige was clenching and unclenching his fingers on his lap. He made sure the room’s chatter covered his voice when he spoke, so soft Koyama couldn’t make it out at first, “I’m sorry I lied to you.”
Koyama shook his head. “I haven’t been completely honest with you either. I found the panties but I didn’t say anything. I’ve been-” A flash of his fantasies, of sweat-slicked skin and breathless kisses, but Koyama chose to kept them to himself for now. “...I was jealous.”
Slowly, furtively, he put his hand on top of Shige’s below the table. “No more lies between us, all right?”
Shige was still for a moment, but then he turned his palm upward and clasped Koyama’s hand in a firm grip. “All right,” he replied quietly.
This, Koyama thought. This person sitting beside him, connected to him by their interlacing fingers. This was not a lie.
Some people said ‘honesty is the best policy’ was a pack of lies, but Koyama would disagree. Once he was brave enough to tell Shige about his fantasies, the younger man was more than happy to turn them into reality. Koyama discovered with much delight that according to Shige, there was no such thing as an unconventional location for sex.
One day, lying side by side with Shige on one of those unconventional locations - the floor of Koyama’s bedroom, Koyama propped his head on an elbow and asked Shige something he had been wondering about. “How did Massu and Tegoshi found out...?”
“I think they had suspected about my feelings for a while. Tegoshi said I was being painfully obvious.” A grin passed over Shige’s face, beads of sweat still lingering on his forehead. “Of course Nishikido-kun said I should’ve brought a girl to my apartment for real and let you walk in on us, but Yamashita-kun said that would be pushing too much.”
“Ryo-chan and Yamapi? They knew it as well?” Koyama was starting to be afraid that the whole jimusho was in on this.
Shige shrugged. “I talk a lot when I drink.”
Koyama put out a free hand to draw circles on his lover’s bare chest. “Why didn’t you just tell me all about it earlier instead of make up an elaborate lie?”
Shige smiled up at him, and Koyama thought he looked so beautiful, all sprawled out on the floor for him, still radiating with the afterglow of sex. “That’s because you’re special.”
Koyama scoffed. “Special enough to be tricked by a pair of panties.”
He got up to his feet and padded across the room, Shige’s eyes following him. “Kei, where are you going?” asked Shige warily.
“Taking a shower.” He glanced over his shoulder at Shige and gave him a meaningful look. Shige was already rising up to follow him, not needing to be told twice.