[drabbles] Boiling Up, Battle Scars, O Lover
Title: Boiling Up
Word count: 449
Rating: G
Pairing: Koyama/Ryo (gen)
Summary: Ryo goes down with heatstroke. For sanjihan - happy birthday! This is nothing much, but I hope you like it ;)
Ryo is in a decidedly foul mood. He has been whisked from one photo shoot location to another with the other members since the morning, although he had only returned from his drama set a little after 2 AM. The staff had thought up various concepts for the series of photos for their new album, and one of them is an outdoor shoot at a grassy field just outside Tokyo where they are supposed to run around and play ball. In this weather? Ryo grumbles silently.
The others don’t seem to have any problems. Tegoshi is in his element with the soccer ball, kicking it around as the scorching sunshine bounces off his curly hair. Yamapi and Shige tag along, trying to take the ball from Tegoshi by either tackling him or tickling his sides. Massu stands a little to the side and is telling Koyama a funny story, making the latter laugh heartily.
Ryo realizes he should have had more to drink before they got here. His throat is parched and he can feel that his lips are cracked when he drags his tongue across them. He puts a hand on his neck expecting to feel sweat but finds none; his skin is dry. He thinks about going to the staff to ask for a bottle of water, but as he turns around he feels the ground sway at his feet. Koyama looks at him, asking with concern, “Ryo, are you okay?”
He shakes his head and regains his balance, but only for a moment before the dizziness overtakes him and makes him see stars. The oppressive heat bearing down on him becomes too much and he topples to the ground, powerless. Just before he blacks out he hears the sounds of several people shouting at once and feels a strong pair of arms grabbing him.
When he comes to he is lying on his back, gusts of wind hitting his face; somebody is fanning him. His shirt is gone, he notices with mild wonder. As his vision comes to focus he recognizes Koyama hovering above him, evidently worried but trying to look reassuring. “You fainted,” he says. “You should drink this - here, let me help you get up.”
Koyama helps Ryo raise his head a little so his mouth can reach a straw, and he drinks the water in little sips. Then he lies back down again, his breathing rapid and shallow. Koyama moves out of his line of sight and he is just starting to get anxious when the taller man returns, gently pressing a damp cloth to his neck. Ryo exhales loudly, eyes half-lidded, thankful for the feeling of the cool compress against his skin.
Koyama smiles as he drags the soaked cloth across Ryo’s chest. “You’ll be just fine,” he says, and Ryo knows it’s true. He’s in good hands.
Title: Battle Scars
Word count: 332
Rating: PG
Pairing: Yamapi/Shige
Summary: Even tomorrow’s Joe doesn’t win his matches all the time.
Shige worries about things - it’s just how he is. He frets and complains and overanalyzes every little matter. When he discovers the first bruise on Yamapi’s forearm, his eyes widen and he starts a lecture about being more careful while practicing and shooting boxing scenes while Yamapi just laughs and says, “Even tomorrow’s Joe doesn’t win his matches all the time.” Shige doesn’t take it very well but later calms down after Yamapi allows himself to be told off and fussed over some more, not that he doesn’t secretly enjoy it.
But every time Shige finds a fresh mark, black and blue under the skin, he bites his lip and digs his fingers into Yamapi’s palm, and the older man feels a pang of guilt and promises to take better care of himself. He can’t always help it though; sometimes he gets so serious during the shoot and while he doesn’t feel it at the time, he often comes home feeling sore all over.
Eventually Shige finds a way to deal with it. When Yamapi arrives home one night after a particularly grueling day on the set, Shige waits until he finishes taking a shower before leading him to bed and gently pushing him to lie on his back.
Locating the first bruise on the right side of his jaw, Shige presses a light, butterfly kiss on it. He does the same with the one just under Yamapi’s ribs and another near his elbow that’s starting to fade into a pale shade of blue-green. He takes on every bruise as he finds it with equal attention, careful not to cause any pain but also exerting enough pressure for Yamapi to feel it, crawling under his skin and making him catch his breath. When Shige is done he lies down next to Yamapi, smiling quietly as he lets the other take his hand and put it against his lips. If Yamapi has one advantage over Joe, he thinks this might just be it.
Title: O Lover
Word count: 307
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ryo/Tegoshi
Summary: All Ryo does is sit back and watch. The title and cut text are taken from Jason Mraz’s O Lover.
Ryo watches from where he is sitting as Tegoshi knocks down huge mouthfuls of his drink and starts toweling himself. He went all out during the dance practice. Already a sexy song in itself, he apparently aims to make Ai no Matador ever sexier through his solo performance in the concert. Now he is drenched in perspiration, and when he strips off his soggy T-shirt Ryo involuntarily wets his lips.
Tegoshi, unaware of Ryo’s observant gaze, wipes the towel all over his bare torso, supple body bending and twisting like a lynx as he tries to reach his back. Lean muscles are visible under caramel skin, a testimony to his rigorous soccer training. As the towel darts across his abs, the waistband of his sweatpants is pushed down until they are hanging precariously low on his hips. Unable to help himself, Ryo lets out a quiet sigh of appreciation which does not go unnoticed. Tegoshi swivels around, a corner of his lips turning up.
“Are you ogling me?” A mock-annoyed voice, designed specifically to tease.
Ryo shrugs his shoulders, feigns mild disinterest. “Just enjoying the show.”
The brown-haired boy crinkles his face and throws the towel at him. “Ryo-chan is such a pervert!”
Ryo moves his hand fast enough to catch the towel and toss it aside. But as he does so Tegoshi covers the distance between them in three quick strides and towers above him, a hand on his slim waist, looking down at Ryo with a smirk. When he bends down so that his lips are level with Ryo’s ear, Ryo can see the remaining traces of sweat on his neck and chest. His smell is sharp and raw and wonderful.
“You’re just lucky I’m an even bigger pervert,” he whispers, and Ryo thinks that sometimes luck is all he needs to make it through.
Word count: 449
Rating: G
Pairing: Koyama/Ryo (gen)
Summary: Ryo goes down with heatstroke. For sanjihan - happy birthday! This is nothing much, but I hope you like it ;)
Ryo is in a decidedly foul mood. He has been whisked from one photo shoot location to another with the other members since the morning, although he had only returned from his drama set a little after 2 AM. The staff had thought up various concepts for the series of photos for their new album, and one of them is an outdoor shoot at a grassy field just outside Tokyo where they are supposed to run around and play ball. In this weather? Ryo grumbles silently.
The others don’t seem to have any problems. Tegoshi is in his element with the soccer ball, kicking it around as the scorching sunshine bounces off his curly hair. Yamapi and Shige tag along, trying to take the ball from Tegoshi by either tackling him or tickling his sides. Massu stands a little to the side and is telling Koyama a funny story, making the latter laugh heartily.
Ryo realizes he should have had more to drink before they got here. His throat is parched and he can feel that his lips are cracked when he drags his tongue across them. He puts a hand on his neck expecting to feel sweat but finds none; his skin is dry. He thinks about going to the staff to ask for a bottle of water, but as he turns around he feels the ground sway at his feet. Koyama looks at him, asking with concern, “Ryo, are you okay?”
He shakes his head and regains his balance, but only for a moment before the dizziness overtakes him and makes him see stars. The oppressive heat bearing down on him becomes too much and he topples to the ground, powerless. Just before he blacks out he hears the sounds of several people shouting at once and feels a strong pair of arms grabbing him.
When he comes to he is lying on his back, gusts of wind hitting his face; somebody is fanning him. His shirt is gone, he notices with mild wonder. As his vision comes to focus he recognizes Koyama hovering above him, evidently worried but trying to look reassuring. “You fainted,” he says. “You should drink this - here, let me help you get up.”
Koyama helps Ryo raise his head a little so his mouth can reach a straw, and he drinks the water in little sips. Then he lies back down again, his breathing rapid and shallow. Koyama moves out of his line of sight and he is just starting to get anxious when the taller man returns, gently pressing a damp cloth to his neck. Ryo exhales loudly, eyes half-lidded, thankful for the feeling of the cool compress against his skin.
Koyama smiles as he drags the soaked cloth across Ryo’s chest. “You’ll be just fine,” he says, and Ryo knows it’s true. He’s in good hands.
Title: Battle Scars
Word count: 332
Rating: PG
Pairing: Yamapi/Shige
Summary: Even tomorrow’s Joe doesn’t win his matches all the time.
Shige worries about things - it’s just how he is. He frets and complains and overanalyzes every little matter. When he discovers the first bruise on Yamapi’s forearm, his eyes widen and he starts a lecture about being more careful while practicing and shooting boxing scenes while Yamapi just laughs and says, “Even tomorrow’s Joe doesn’t win his matches all the time.” Shige doesn’t take it very well but later calms down after Yamapi allows himself to be told off and fussed over some more, not that he doesn’t secretly enjoy it.
But every time Shige finds a fresh mark, black and blue under the skin, he bites his lip and digs his fingers into Yamapi’s palm, and the older man feels a pang of guilt and promises to take better care of himself. He can’t always help it though; sometimes he gets so serious during the shoot and while he doesn’t feel it at the time, he often comes home feeling sore all over.
Eventually Shige finds a way to deal with it. When Yamapi arrives home one night after a particularly grueling day on the set, Shige waits until he finishes taking a shower before leading him to bed and gently pushing him to lie on his back.
Locating the first bruise on the right side of his jaw, Shige presses a light, butterfly kiss on it. He does the same with the one just under Yamapi’s ribs and another near his elbow that’s starting to fade into a pale shade of blue-green. He takes on every bruise as he finds it with equal attention, careful not to cause any pain but also exerting enough pressure for Yamapi to feel it, crawling under his skin and making him catch his breath. When Shige is done he lies down next to Yamapi, smiling quietly as he lets the other take his hand and put it against his lips. If Yamapi has one advantage over Joe, he thinks this might just be it.
Title: O Lover
Word count: 307
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ryo/Tegoshi
Summary: All Ryo does is sit back and watch. The title and cut text are taken from Jason Mraz’s O Lover.
Ryo watches from where he is sitting as Tegoshi knocks down huge mouthfuls of his drink and starts toweling himself. He went all out during the dance practice. Already a sexy song in itself, he apparently aims to make Ai no Matador ever sexier through his solo performance in the concert. Now he is drenched in perspiration, and when he strips off his soggy T-shirt Ryo involuntarily wets his lips.
Tegoshi, unaware of Ryo’s observant gaze, wipes the towel all over his bare torso, supple body bending and twisting like a lynx as he tries to reach his back. Lean muscles are visible under caramel skin, a testimony to his rigorous soccer training. As the towel darts across his abs, the waistband of his sweatpants is pushed down until they are hanging precariously low on his hips. Unable to help himself, Ryo lets out a quiet sigh of appreciation which does not go unnoticed. Tegoshi swivels around, a corner of his lips turning up.
“Are you ogling me?” A mock-annoyed voice, designed specifically to tease.
Ryo shrugs his shoulders, feigns mild disinterest. “Just enjoying the show.”
The brown-haired boy crinkles his face and throws the towel at him. “Ryo-chan is such a pervert!”
Ryo moves his hand fast enough to catch the towel and toss it aside. But as he does so Tegoshi covers the distance between them in three quick strides and towers above him, a hand on his slim waist, looking down at Ryo with a smirk. When he bends down so that his lips are level with Ryo’s ear, Ryo can see the remaining traces of sweat on his neck and chest. His smell is sharp and raw and wonderful.
“You’re just lucky I’m an even bigger pervert,” he whispers, and Ryo thinks that sometimes luck is all he needs to make it through.