With you in your dreams

Apr 11, 2010 23:15


Title:  With you in your dreams
Pairing: Massu/Ryo
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1,630
Summary:  Ryo can’t figure out why the man of his dreams is no one he’s ever seen. AU
Notes: For nanyakanya for being amazing.  <3  Prompted by Train’s “Hey, Soul Sister.”  Title is a Hanson song.  XD


The gentle press of lips against his temple as he lay on the grass, its overlong blades prickle-tickling the backs of his arms and a thin strip across his back where his shirt has ridden up.  He feels his lips tug up in a smile, opens his eyes and raises a hand up to touch the man’s shoulder and he can barely make out his face, a hazy darkness against the blinding sunlight that halos him.  A flash of white teeth and a beautiful smile and he wants to taste it, rises up, his elbows pressing into the warm, soft dirt, straining upward for contact

and on his lips was warmth but no pressure and he opened his eyes again to hazy light tempered by gauzy red curtains that painted the room orange.  A thin strip of unfiltered sunlight through a crack in the curtains fell diagonally across his cheek, lips, chin and he found himself disgruntled because he wanted to taste the sunlight of his dreams, the phantom lips still tingling on his skin.

He rolled himself out of bed, shook his head to clear the gossamer threads of the dream still clinging to his body, absently brushing at the non-existent dirt on his elbows as he stumbled to the bathroom.

~*~

“Get up on the wrong side of bed today?” Yamashita asked, eyebrow raised, after Ryo grunted at his greeting.

“Something like that.”

“You’re so moody these days,” Yamashita said, pushing a mug of coffee into his hands, and Ryo couldn’t keep from smiling when he read the words Fuck mornings.  It reminded him of why he liked Yamashita - he bought such thoughtful gifts.

He sat down at his desk with a sigh, pushed the dream to the back of his mind, and got to work.

~*~

He moves so gracefully, lean muscles lithe under brightly colored clothes, and Ryo could watch him for hours, just walking.  He wonders how he’d dance, thinks he might ask but he’s suddenly shy, feels the blush rising in his cheeks at the thought.  As if reading his mind, the man turns to flash him a smile that is anything but sweet, half-lidded eyes making the turned up lips naughty but nice, and he’s moving smoothly toward Ryo,  dragging nimble fingers down his arm and raising gooseflesh in his wake.  “D-do you want to dance?” Ryo finally asks and the man smirks and presses his hands to Ryo’s hips and leans in close and Ryo thinks he hears him whisper

high keening of the wind as it whipped between the buildings, fluttering the curtains and making moonlight dance across his walls.  He shivered, his sleepy mind still grasping for the edges of the dream that he felt slipping away just ahead of him.  Frustration replaced the fluttering nervousness he’d had in his dream and he tripped to the window and shut it harder than necessary, crawled back into bed, closed his eyes and thought of fluid limbs and bright eyes.

~*~

He’d gotten used to the invasion of his dreams by the beautiful but nameless man, to the way they left him feeling empty and flustered, but he didn’t have to like it.  Yamashita kept bothering him about his general surliness and he finally broke down and told him about the dreams during a drama neither of them were really watching.

“I don’t even know the man.  Shouldn’t torture be reserved for people you actually know?  If it were Kato… that I could understand.  Would fit the profile.”

Yamashita snorted.  “You want to dream of Kato?”

“No!  That’s not what I said.  I said I’d understand if it were him, not that I want it to be him.  At least then I could kick his ass for screwing with me.”

“In a dream that he has no control over…”

“Shut up.  If I beat his ass outside the dreams, maybe that would stop them… okay, this is getting weird.  All I mean is that since I have no idea who this guy is, since he doesn’t exist, I have no idea how to get it to stop.”

Yamashita took a sip of his beer then rubbed his nose and looked at Ryo out of the corner of his eye.  “Probably sexual frustration.  Maybe Kato could help you.”

Ryo launched himself at Yamashita, getting the taller man in a headlock and making the man yell as he tried to keep his beer from spilling.

~*~

The music is loud enough that Ryo can hear it pouring out of the man’s earphones from two feet away.  He can’t make out the song, but there is a nice beat to it, and the man’s body is occasionally twitching, itching to move to the music and Ryo wants him to, wants to watch him.  The sudden buzz of the crosswalk startles him and he stumbles forward, jostling the man who turns to him with an apologetic smile, plucks one earphone out and ducks his head.  “I’m sorry,” he says indistinctly, words blurred at the edges, and he starts forward and Ryo steps along beside him.  “No, no.  I’m sorry.  I wasn’t paying attention.”  The man smiles brightly at him, eyes crinkling at the edges and Ryo feels a heat in his chest.  Just then the man looks away and begins to put his earphone back in and Ryo blurts, “Wait!  What’s your name?” but it’s too late, he is already picking up his pace, the bass beat of his music fading into orange as

his eyes slid open to the soft morning light and the heat in his chest overwhelmed him.  He brought his hands to his face, took a deep breath then curled them into fists and slammed them against the bed on either side of him.

Later, Yamashita’s sympathetic eyes did nothing for his temper and he waved the man away before settling in at his desk, diving into work and trying to forget.

~*~

Months passed and he was finally just coming to terms with the inevitability that this might be permanent and his mood was improving a little every day.  It was like living with a permanent disorder, one that took over his dreams and left him disoriented for a few hours every day.  But people can deal with that.  He was actually fully awake and staring around him at the station platform, for once not walking hazily along or reading or checking his phone when the train pulled to a stop and he crowded into the car.  A flash of color caught his eye and he looked to the side just before he stepped in and he froze at the familiar face lost in the music.

“Excuse me,” a man said, colliding with him and he stepped up into the car, crowded into the middle and turned to look through the glass into the next car and there he was, luridly patterned half-pants and a dark t-shirt with a bright hoodie, earphones securely in place and he almost missed his stop he was staring so hard.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Yamashita said, thunking Ryo’s coffee down on his desk.

Ryo blinked and looked up at him.  “I saw him.”

“What?  Who?”

Ryo just stared at him.

“Oh.  I thought you said he didn’t exist.”

“Well, I’d never seen him before.”

“Obviously you had.”

Ryo reached for his coffee.

“Where?”

“Hm?  Oh.  At the train station, mine.”

Yamashita raised his eyebrows.  “So he lives near you?  He must because you must have seen him before or you wouldn’t be dreaming of him.  Man.  I don’t want your subconscious.”  Ryo was silent.  “Did you talk to him?”

Ryo blushed.  “Of course not.  What am I supposed to say?  ‘Hey, you’re in my dreams so often I should start charging rent’?  I don’t think so.”

Yamashita snorted into his coffee cup.  “I don’t want to know why this guy inspires cheesy pick up lines, but ok.  I’m sure you could just say, you know, hi.”

Ryo grunted.

“Hurry up.  I’m getting tired of your grumpy ass.”  He got the finger in return.

~*~

Every morning he walked to the station with a lead ball in his stomach, breath hitching when he would spot the man.  He racked his brain for ways to start a conversation and, finding none, just gazed longingly at the man of his dreams.  Incidentally, it was completely unintentional when he did finally talk to him, cliché in a million different ways, and quite fitting he would think later.  Running late, he hurried into the station a bare minute before the train would come in.  He squeezed through the crowd, chest heaving, almost there and then he tripped, falling to his knees gracelessly and cursing.  Then there were garishly colored shoes in front of his hands and he looked up to the hand being offered, up to the man’s face, kind smile lighting up his face as he plucked out an earbud.  Ryo took his hand, heart leaping into his throat, and stood.

“All right?” the man asked, voice much lower than he’d imagined and the words crisp and clear.

Ryo blinked, swallowed, opened his mouth.  “Do you have a band-aid?” he asked, “Because I think I just scraped my knee falling for you.”

The train pulled in, squeaking to a halt and the man grinned mischievously at him.  “This is your train, right?”

Ryo nodded dumbly, horrified, and the man tugged him along and they squeezed in together, bodies pressed together in the crush.

“Hey,” the man said softly, once the train had started, and Ryo looked up at his face as they were rocked together.  “If I told you  you had a nice body, would you hold it against me?”  And then he laughed, low and ridiculous but beautiful, and Ryo whispered, “Yes.”

c: ryo, r: pg-13, #one-shot, p: massu/ryo, au, c: massu

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