Romeos 'verse drabbles. Enjoy. :D
ShigeMassu - PG-13
Shige ran through the list of possibly edible things in their fridge as he climbed the stairs to their apartment and realized with glee that there were Chinese leftovers. He wasn’t starving yet but he was pretty close - he always was on Tuesdays because he had two brain-challenging classes back to back. So with happy thoughts of cold Chinese takeout, the couch, and Massu, he opened the door. He called out that he was home as he made his way to the fridge and pulled out the container of lo mein.
“Massu?” he called out, and walked toward the bedroom, where he heard music, chopsticks in one hand and container in the other. It turned out that Massu was organizing their closet so he sat on the bed and watched him cleaning, bopping his head to the music as he told Shige about his day. Shige half-listened, mostly just enjoying his dinner and Massu’s general adorableness. Well, adorable until the song changed and suddenly Massu was making bedroom eyes at Shige and working the hem of his t-shirt up just enough to show off his beautiful abs and had Shige choking on his noodles.
Shige watched with wide eyes, dinner forgotten in his hands, as Massu sashayed toward him, peeling off his clothes and teasing between layers, flirtatious smile on his face. Something was nagging him, a strange sense of familiarity but Massu’s hips were making his brain just a little fuzzy.
Massu had just gotten down to his boxer briefs and was rolling his body in undulating waves when it hit Shige. “Massu,” he started suspiciously, hoping he was wrong. “Is that Ryo’s act? Oh my god. It is.” He groaned and tried to stand but Massu was grinning and taking his forgotten food, and giving Shige a lap dance he shouldn’t have known how to do so well and the last coherent thought Shige had was that getting them jobs at Romeos was the best fucking thing that had ever happened to him.
KoyaShigeMassu gen - PG
Koyama had thought it would be an easy win when Shige suggested Koyama and Massu play Twister.
“Shige’s not going to join us?” Koyama had asked, grinning because Shige would probably be out after spin two anyway and everyone knew it.
Shige had raised an eyebrow at him. “Someone has to spin the dial.”
But now here they were on spin 37, right hand red, left hand yellow, right foot green, left foot red and Massu was apparently a pretzel in his past life and Koyama had the top of his head wedged against Massu’s lower back somehow and Shige was laughing his ass off.
Yoko, Junno - PG
Yoko was feeling a bit low-key when he left his apartment, so rather than hitting up some of the more popular places in downtown Tokyo, he ended up at some seedy dive in Ueno he’d heard a customer mention months ago. If the barman was as good as the guy said he was, there was no reason for him to be in a place like that so he’d just chalked it up to drunken amazement. But tonight it fit his mood to be squashed between tipsy salarymen who didn’t care about the person next to them beyond the fact that they were there at all.
He ordered his ginger ale from a man too tall and beautiful and graceful to be surrounded by mediocrity and he thought that maybe that customer had been on to something. Well, until he made some really stupid pun involving coming, going, and his name that Yoko winced at. But even then, his blinding smile after more than made up for it.
Nursing his drink, he watched the tall man, Junno, he heard one of the men call him, chat up his customers with ease, remembering names and faces effortlessly. He was impressed with the way Junno’s slim fingers handled the bottles, spinning and twisting them with flourishes. But when he juggled three shotglasses before plunking them down on the counter in rapid-fire, filling them with whiskey to the brim and then pulled out a match, Yoko was enamored. Junno made a big show of hushing the crowd, leaning himself and the match close the first shot and then, after a slight pause, blowing the flame justso and all three shots blazed and so did his grin.
Yoko motioned the man over, smirking as he watched him walk. He waved the man closer and Junno gamely leaned down, presenting his ear to Yoko’s mouth and Yoko leaned up to whisper, “I want you…” and he watched the man’s eyebrows shoot up, “to work for me.” And he sat back with a grin.
Junno stood back up and took Yoko’s empty glass, refilling it slowly. “Doing what, exactly?” he asked.
“Same thing, better pay, better prospects. You’re too good for a place like this. Where I work, you’d really shine.” He slid Romeos' card across the counter, his number scrawled across the back. “Come check it out. I don’t think you’ll regret it.” He stood, pushing a couple bills across the counter, flashed the man another smile and walked out.
He’d see Junno again. He could feel it.
KoyaRyo - PG (Sadly, Ryo's lap ISN'T involved nor is there stripping, but that's okay. :D A prompt is a prompt, haha.)
Koyama patted at his face and neck with the towel, taking deep breaths to try and get his heart rate to slow down a bit. He’d come in around noon to start working on this new routine and had been at it now for three hours. He and Ueda had had a lot of fun picking out the music and mixing it to get it just right and Koyama felt he owed it to Ueda, after all his hard work, to make sure the routine was just right too.
Just then, the front door of the club opened and Ryo stepped in, plastic bag in one hand, and Koyama jumped off the stage and bounded to him.
“Have you really been practicing?” Ryo asked with narrowed eyes. “You don’t seem very tired. I’m certainly not going to give you anything if you’ve made me your errand boy for nothing.”
Koyama pouted at him. “I definitely have been, but you always make me excited.” He kissed Ryo quickly on the cheek and took the bag from him, looking through it. “Thanks,” he said. “I’m hungry enough to eat my cat and that would be tragic.”
Ryo let out a sharp bark of laughter and they moved to one of the tables to eat and talk. They picked up the dressing room while Koyama waited for his food to settle.
“I just want one more run through before I perform it tonight. I want to make sure I’ve definitely got it down. Then we can go home and have a nap.”
“You can have a nap. I just woke up.”
Koyama winked at him and walked up onto the stage. “Watch, okay? Tell me if it’s all right.” He leaned over to hit play on the cd player set up on the stage before standing back and waiting for the music.
The bass was deep and hypnotic with the sound of the sitar winding through it and Koyama started out slow, slinky, sinking into the music and moving languidly to the beat. But when the tabla started, deep rolling tone spiked with a higher, faster beat, and Koyama’s movements speeded up, his hips took on a life of their own, twisting, moving him around the stage; body rolls with hip drops and staccato hip thrusts and Koyama dropping to his knees with the pole between them and arching his back so that his head was touching the floor and then lifting himself back up.
Ryo’s mouth stayed open pretty much the whole time, watching in awe as Koyama twisted and snaked across the stage and it took him a minute to realize the music had stopped and Koyama was breathing hard and looking at him questioningly. He blinked and shook his head. “What?”
“Did you like it? Do you think I can perform it tonight?”
Ryo just stood and strode up to the stage and tugged Koyama after him, grabbing their things as he went toward the door. “You can forget that nap,” he said gruffly and Koyama grinned.
He guessed that meant yes.