[one-shot] Stolen Kisses
Title: Stolen Kisses
Type: One-shot
Word count: 1,539
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ryo/Shige
Summary: For the JE Summer Kiss Meme here. They kissed once, they kissed twice, they've kissed a lot times but why is it that whenever they pull away one of them always runs away? Special request: Ryo backing Shige up against a tree.
The first time started innocently enough. Shige and Ryo were sitting on a sofa at an otherwise empty dressing room, each with an acoustic guitar in their hands, strumming and humming randomly, sometimes hitting the wrong notes but more often not knowing precisely what the right notes were. Blank music sheets were strewn on a low table in front of them; Ryo had intended to write a song. Once in a while they would arrive at a catchy melody and Ryo would grab his pencil and write it down, only to strike through it moments later and move to a fresh sheet.
At one point Shige suggested to start with the lyrics first, and he began throwing out a few random phrases to spark some ideas. Ryo listened to some at them, snickered at others.
“Your lyrics are cheesy,” he said. Shige was unprepared to hear such a put-down - he had never really gotten use to Ryo’s blunt honesty; but when he looked up he saw Ryo smile, playfully but without malice.
“You like them though,” Shige countered.
“I most certainly do not.”
Shige let out a barking, incredulous laugh. “Oh yes, you do. Who was it, I wonder, who sang Shalala Tambourine all the time during the Diamond tour?”
“If it was me, I must have been high on something.” They both exchanged glances and burst out laughing at the same time. When their laughter subsided Shige realized Ryo’s gaze was still fixed on him, the deep, dark orbs gleaming with something he had never seen there before. Without warning Ryo inched forward and pressed their lips together. Shige was still trying to reconcile himself to the fact that Ryo was actually kissing him, and that his lips were unexpectedly soft and luscious, when the older man suddenly pulled away, stood up and left the room without a word. Shige just sat there hugging his guitar, wondering what just happened.
The second time it occurred Shige was in the men’s room at the jimusho, washing his hands. He hadn’t realized anyone else was in there so he started a little when one of the toilet booths opened and Ryo got out. He stopped in his tracks, apparently just as stunned to see Shige, but tried to mask his surprise by walking to the washstand nonchalantly. They stood side by side in silence, only accompanied by the sound of running water. Shige turned to use the hand dryer but found Ryo was heading the same direction; he backed off, murmuring, “You go first.”
Ryo shook his head. “No, you first.”
Shige was going to refuse again but as he lifted his face he caught sight of Ryo’s lips and began to contemplate whether they still tasted the same as the last time. He did not have to wait long to know the answer as Ryo had already moved forward and was kissing him again.
It was even better than the first time. Shige could hardly believe that Ryo, his standoffish sempai who considers teasing Shige to be a favorite pastime, was nipping at his bottom lip and sliding his tongue, yes, his wet hot tongue into Shige’s open mouth. Shige could feel Ryo’s hand moving slowly up his arm, his touch light as though he was afraid Shige might break. Shige had just gathered enough courage to kiss him back when the sound of approaching footsteps from outside caused Ryo to break off, breathless, and storm out of the toilet. Shige felt like a fish being caught with a hook only to be let go again and thrown back into the cold water.
Such incidents repeated many times - that was how Shige came to refer to them in his head: incidents, as if they were related to something critical or disastrous. Sometimes when they pass each other backstage Ryo would pull him to a secluded corner and steal a light kiss, so fleeting that it seemed to end before it even began. They kissed at the recording studio, at the rehearsal room, at the parking lot, at the roof of the jimusho. Not once after all those kisses did Ryo stay; no, he always bolted immediately without giving Shige a chance to say anything. Every time it happened Shige felt something crack a little in his chest, and one day he realized it had grown into a large gaping hole that he didn’t quite know how to fill.
And so it was one day when he met Ryo at a deserted hallway of the jimusho, the latter looking ready to pounce, he instantly spun around and walked away. He saw the shifts in Ryo’s expression just before he looked away: expectation, surprise, confusion, and then dejection. Shige did not feel any better, in fact he almost wished he had let Ryo kiss him like usual, but he was determined not to let himself be used like that anymore.
He kept his distance from Ryo ever since, not allowing himself to be alone with him under any situation. He made sure someone else - another member, their manager or staff - was there with them as a human shield, if not he would immediately leave the room. He annoyed Koyama, who complained loudly enough for everyone to hear: “Why are you always hiding behind my back?” Ryo himself looked baffled by this, to say the least. Shige might even think he was upset by the change, but he had reached the stage where he refused to think about Ryo. Well, at least not too much.
Unfortunately as members of the same group they were forced to cross paths every now and then, and there came a day when they had to do a photo shoot together at a park. It was a weekday and rather early in the morning, so not many people were there except for a few old people and some mothers pushing their prams. Shige and Ryo barely exchanged two words to each other during the whole shoot, and when it was over Shige quickly thanked the staff and said he was going off by himself to get some fresh air. Sparing a single scathing glance at Ryo, he walked away to a more shaded, deserted part of the park.
He had only been walking for a few minutes when he heard something behind him. Turning around swiftly, he found none other than Ryo himself shuffling on the grass toward him, hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched awkwardly. Shige was suddenly furious and spat out, “Why are you following me?”
For a moment Ryo could only open and shut his mouth, face red as though he was going to retort sharply like he normally does, before finally coming up with an uncharacteristically quiet plea: “I want to talk.”
Shige snorted. “Funny, cause you never seemed to want to talk before. Just kiss and run away, that’s your M.O., isn’t it?” He probably wouldn't have dared to use that tone with Ryo before, but he was already fed up with the way Ryo treated him.
The older man shifted his weight from one foot to another, the sunlight filtering through the trees above falling on his face. When he directed his gaze downward Shige felt all the anger he had suppressed spilling over. “What is your problem, anyway? What are you so afraid of?”
That was it, really, he was scared. Shige wondered why he hadn’t seen it sooner. It was written in what little of Ryo’s expression he managed to glimpse every time they parted after a kiss. It was in his eyes right now, as he looked up at Shige and finally let himself be seen for what he truly was, no matter how insecure or vulnerable. “I’m afraid you’d say no,” he mumbled, his slurred speech an indication of how difficult this was for him.
“You haven’t even asked me anything,” said Shige, his tone somewhat softer, “how would you know my answer?”
Ryo seemed to be gathering courage from those words. He slowly stepped forward until they were at arm’s length. When he moved even closer, Shige shrank from him until he felt his back pressing up against a tree. It was his turn to be attacked by fear - fear of being left behind once more.
“Don’t back away,” Ryo muttered. “I won’t run from you anymore.”
Shige remained still as Ryo leaned forward, pressing his hands against the tree bark at either side of Shige so he had nowhere to go. When he captured his lips it felt better to Shige than all those previous kisses combined. Ryo moved slowly, alternately sucking at Shige’s upper and lower lips, making low noises of satisfaction as his tongue met the roof of the other’s mouth. A gentle summer breeze played with their hair as Shige raised a hand and put it against Ryo’s cheek, angling him deeper into his mouth. Ryo let out an animal-like grunt and bit down hard, pushing further until Shige's head was thrown back against the tree. They broke apart, cheeks flushed with awakened desire, both of them out of breath but clearly wanting more.
“Shige,” said Ryo thickly, “would you-”
“Yes,” Shige sighed, a contented smile on his face. “Hell yes.”
Type: One-shot
Word count: 1,539
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ryo/Shige
Summary: For the JE Summer Kiss Meme here. They kissed once, they kissed twice, they've kissed a lot times but why is it that whenever they pull away one of them always runs away? Special request: Ryo backing Shige up against a tree.
The first time started innocently enough. Shige and Ryo were sitting on a sofa at an otherwise empty dressing room, each with an acoustic guitar in their hands, strumming and humming randomly, sometimes hitting the wrong notes but more often not knowing precisely what the right notes were. Blank music sheets were strewn on a low table in front of them; Ryo had intended to write a song. Once in a while they would arrive at a catchy melody and Ryo would grab his pencil and write it down, only to strike through it moments later and move to a fresh sheet.
At one point Shige suggested to start with the lyrics first, and he began throwing out a few random phrases to spark some ideas. Ryo listened to some at them, snickered at others.
“Your lyrics are cheesy,” he said. Shige was unprepared to hear such a put-down - he had never really gotten use to Ryo’s blunt honesty; but when he looked up he saw Ryo smile, playfully but without malice.
“You like them though,” Shige countered.
“I most certainly do not.”
Shige let out a barking, incredulous laugh. “Oh yes, you do. Who was it, I wonder, who sang Shalala Tambourine all the time during the Diamond tour?”
“If it was me, I must have been high on something.” They both exchanged glances and burst out laughing at the same time. When their laughter subsided Shige realized Ryo’s gaze was still fixed on him, the deep, dark orbs gleaming with something he had never seen there before. Without warning Ryo inched forward and pressed their lips together. Shige was still trying to reconcile himself to the fact that Ryo was actually kissing him, and that his lips were unexpectedly soft and luscious, when the older man suddenly pulled away, stood up and left the room without a word. Shige just sat there hugging his guitar, wondering what just happened.
The second time it occurred Shige was in the men’s room at the jimusho, washing his hands. He hadn’t realized anyone else was in there so he started a little when one of the toilet booths opened and Ryo got out. He stopped in his tracks, apparently just as stunned to see Shige, but tried to mask his surprise by walking to the washstand nonchalantly. They stood side by side in silence, only accompanied by the sound of running water. Shige turned to use the hand dryer but found Ryo was heading the same direction; he backed off, murmuring, “You go first.”
Ryo shook his head. “No, you first.”
Shige was going to refuse again but as he lifted his face he caught sight of Ryo’s lips and began to contemplate whether they still tasted the same as the last time. He did not have to wait long to know the answer as Ryo had already moved forward and was kissing him again.
It was even better than the first time. Shige could hardly believe that Ryo, his standoffish sempai who considers teasing Shige to be a favorite pastime, was nipping at his bottom lip and sliding his tongue, yes, his wet hot tongue into Shige’s open mouth. Shige could feel Ryo’s hand moving slowly up his arm, his touch light as though he was afraid Shige might break. Shige had just gathered enough courage to kiss him back when the sound of approaching footsteps from outside caused Ryo to break off, breathless, and storm out of the toilet. Shige felt like a fish being caught with a hook only to be let go again and thrown back into the cold water.
Such incidents repeated many times - that was how Shige came to refer to them in his head: incidents, as if they were related to something critical or disastrous. Sometimes when they pass each other backstage Ryo would pull him to a secluded corner and steal a light kiss, so fleeting that it seemed to end before it even began. They kissed at the recording studio, at the rehearsal room, at the parking lot, at the roof of the jimusho. Not once after all those kisses did Ryo stay; no, he always bolted immediately without giving Shige a chance to say anything. Every time it happened Shige felt something crack a little in his chest, and one day he realized it had grown into a large gaping hole that he didn’t quite know how to fill.
And so it was one day when he met Ryo at a deserted hallway of the jimusho, the latter looking ready to pounce, he instantly spun around and walked away. He saw the shifts in Ryo’s expression just before he looked away: expectation, surprise, confusion, and then dejection. Shige did not feel any better, in fact he almost wished he had let Ryo kiss him like usual, but he was determined not to let himself be used like that anymore.
He kept his distance from Ryo ever since, not allowing himself to be alone with him under any situation. He made sure someone else - another member, their manager or staff - was there with them as a human shield, if not he would immediately leave the room. He annoyed Koyama, who complained loudly enough for everyone to hear: “Why are you always hiding behind my back?” Ryo himself looked baffled by this, to say the least. Shige might even think he was upset by the change, but he had reached the stage where he refused to think about Ryo. Well, at least not too much.
Unfortunately as members of the same group they were forced to cross paths every now and then, and there came a day when they had to do a photo shoot together at a park. It was a weekday and rather early in the morning, so not many people were there except for a few old people and some mothers pushing their prams. Shige and Ryo barely exchanged two words to each other during the whole shoot, and when it was over Shige quickly thanked the staff and said he was going off by himself to get some fresh air. Sparing a single scathing glance at Ryo, he walked away to a more shaded, deserted part of the park.
He had only been walking for a few minutes when he heard something behind him. Turning around swiftly, he found none other than Ryo himself shuffling on the grass toward him, hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched awkwardly. Shige was suddenly furious and spat out, “Why are you following me?”
For a moment Ryo could only open and shut his mouth, face red as though he was going to retort sharply like he normally does, before finally coming up with an uncharacteristically quiet plea: “I want to talk.”
Shige snorted. “Funny, cause you never seemed to want to talk before. Just kiss and run away, that’s your M.O., isn’t it?” He probably wouldn't have dared to use that tone with Ryo before, but he was already fed up with the way Ryo treated him.
The older man shifted his weight from one foot to another, the sunlight filtering through the trees above falling on his face. When he directed his gaze downward Shige felt all the anger he had suppressed spilling over. “What is your problem, anyway? What are you so afraid of?”
That was it, really, he was scared. Shige wondered why he hadn’t seen it sooner. It was written in what little of Ryo’s expression he managed to glimpse every time they parted after a kiss. It was in his eyes right now, as he looked up at Shige and finally let himself be seen for what he truly was, no matter how insecure or vulnerable. “I’m afraid you’d say no,” he mumbled, his slurred speech an indication of how difficult this was for him.
“You haven’t even asked me anything,” said Shige, his tone somewhat softer, “how would you know my answer?”
Ryo seemed to be gathering courage from those words. He slowly stepped forward until they were at arm’s length. When he moved even closer, Shige shrank from him until he felt his back pressing up against a tree. It was his turn to be attacked by fear - fear of being left behind once more.
“Don’t back away,” Ryo muttered. “I won’t run from you anymore.”
Shige remained still as Ryo leaned forward, pressing his hands against the tree bark at either side of Shige so he had nowhere to go. When he captured his lips it felt better to Shige than all those previous kisses combined. Ryo moved slowly, alternately sucking at Shige’s upper and lower lips, making low noises of satisfaction as his tongue met the roof of the other’s mouth. A gentle summer breeze played with their hair as Shige raised a hand and put it against Ryo’s cheek, angling him deeper into his mouth. Ryo let out an animal-like grunt and bit down hard, pushing further until Shige's head was thrown back against the tree. They broke apart, cheeks flushed with awakened desire, both of them out of breath but clearly wanting more.
“Shige,” said Ryo thickly, “would you-”
“Yes,” Shige sighed, a contented smile on his face. “Hell yes.”