DEAR.: Party Monster x29: Part 1

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[Hey! Say! JUMP LIVE TOUR 2016 DEAR.]
Thursday, July 28 - Osaka-jo Hall (Osaka)

START 18:00

Ryosuke could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins as he threw off the outfit he’d been wearing for “Weekender” so he could put on his ‘costume’ for “Party Monster”. His body thrummed with the thrill that he got from this, the feel of the show, the energy from the audience, and was especially looking forward to the response they’d garner from this song in particular. Feeling like most fans were not exactly expecting 7 to show up and show out their more mature side-in particular since 7’s corner often featured them in sparkling bunny outfits-but Ryosuke had pushed for this-and won.

Best’s voices rang out through the arena, somewhere above him, as they sang their song and he was careful to keep strict time in his mind so he would not be late. It would take a few performances before they’d all have their patterns, routines, and methods down well enough to move through the sets swiftly and efficiently.

Of course, he was happy with the way things worked out with the set list, because the timing meant that he and Yuri would have a few minutes in the middle of every performance to be ‘themselves’, if only for a single breath. The rest of their tour days meant being ‘Beautiful Prince Ryosuke’ and ‘Kawaii Baby-albeit spoiled-Chinen’-roles they themselves had carefully cultivated for years-but sometimes resented.

The area Ryosuke went into after “Weekender” ended was secluded, his outfit laid out neatly for him to change into, with a box to put his other costume pieces in so the staff could clean them and prepare them for the next show. Unlike other segments of the show where changing quickly was a necessity-there was a bit of time, so no need for anyone to help. None of the staff, only Ryosuke was in his small holding area, and he knew directly across from him far down the tunnel, Yuri was doing the same as he was. Somewhere along a different branch were Yuto and Keito, also preparing for their next song, and would all meet as 7 in the area of the set they would enter the stage from.

He’d thrown his jeans on, setting them low on his hips careful to not get the lines to his mic and earpiece twisted as he then pulled on the jacket, the material feeling a little uncomfortable against his sweaty skin, but he was used to discomfort when it came to costumes and concerts.

Nothing new here.

Swiping a towel across his face, he began jogging down the tunnel, the lights from the stages above shining in the corners and cracks gave him the ability to see just enough to traverse it without falling. Turning the corner, he tossed the towel in one of the laundry baskets strategically placed throughout the intricate under stage system. He paused, barely able to make out the end of the tunnel where the rest of 7 would be waiting to enter the stage, reaching down to zip up his jacket.

He jumped when two hands reached around him, then released his breath in a sigh when he felt the familiar silhouette press against his back, Yuri leaning up on his tiptoes to rest his chin on his shoulder, his hands moving around him to hug him tightly from behind, whispering in his ear, voice shaking, “I’m terrified, Ryo-chan.”

Ryosuke grabbed his hands, pulling them apart, turning quickly around to gently cup Yuri’s face his thumbs moving softly across his cheeks, pressing a tiny whisper of a kiss on his trembling lips before he drew back, a smile that spoke of his deep affection, his love, and concern, his voice full of conviction, “You’re Chinen fucking Yuri and this is the thing that scares you?”

Yuri’s eyes were wide and he didn’t move, didn’t blink, just stared like a deer caught in headlights, while Ryosuke reached down to zip up his jacket for him, as his hands were shaking too much to do it on his own.

Ryosuke grabbed his shaking hands after, laughing lightly, pressing forward to tenderly touch his lips again, more insistent as he nibbled softly on them. He felt when the tension began to edge out of Yuri, a soft hum vibrating on his lips, and smiled into the kiss, pulling back but still touching his nose to Yuri’s own, “You can do anything, Chii-sama. You are a god among men.”

Yuri laughed at this, in particular at the lofty honorific Ryosuke had bestowed on him, his hands reaching up to rest on Ryosuke’s forearms as he squeezed them, “And you’re an idiot among men,” he grumbled, shaking his head.

Ryosuke’s eyes widened as he realized they were very close to their cue to enter the stage, “Come on!”

He grabbed Yuri’s hand, pulling him down the last stretch of the corridor, bursting into the area causing Keito and Yuto to turn to look at them, neither particularly worried about them not making it on time as they knew there was no way Ryosuke would miss a cue, EVER-unless he was dead. That’s the only way.

Within seconds the cue hit and Keito and Yuto stepped out the doorway, but before Yuri could follow, Ryosuke spun him around, planting a firm, but passionate kiss on his lips, then releasing him just as quickly, “You have no idea how hot you are, so who’s really the idiot here?”

Yuri’s eyes sparkled, and he managed to make it through his first performance of “Party Monster” without dying.
Friday, July 29 - Osaka-jo Hall (Osaka)

START 18:00

The two boys nearly slammed into each other as they met in the middle of their opposite tunnels, laughing and grabbing one another, as the energy in the arena was amazing-and the two of them had spent the better part of the last hour subtly flirting and more often forthright playing up fanservice, which, in reality, wasn’t fanservice at all.

Ryosuke spun them in a circle and then stopped, a soft smile playing at the edge of his lips, his eyes twinkling as they bounced from Yuri’s eyes to his mouth, leaning his head down onto Yuri’s forehead, “I love you, Ree, you’ve got this!”

“Shut up,” Yuri rolled his eyes, huffing dramatically, “I’m fine, I got this now-but I will remind you again that you’re definitely to blame for this.”

“Am I?” Ryosuke smiled, teasing him.

“You know you are!” Yuri laughed, “you and your ‘we need to do ‘Party Monster’-we need to show the fans how much we’ve grown up now!’”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Ryosuke grinned, shuffling closer to Yuri, backing him up against the wall, mock whispering, “I only wanted to do this song because I knew it would drive you crazy.”

“Yes, yes,” Yuri nodded, eyes rolling, sarcasm dripping in his voice, “you get off on watching me squirm, tell me something I don’t know, Yamada.”

“I get off on watching you do pretty much anything, Chiisana,” Ryosuke murmured, his eyes clouding momentarily, “but in this case, it’s about you watching me.”

“Shut up.”

“I know the truth, but I’ll let you live in your denial,” Ryosuke grinned, shamelessly, “Are you sure you don’t need a little encouragement today?”

Yuri looked up through his eyelashes, fluttering them softly, “Maybe a little bit.”

Ryosuke didn’t wait for permission, leaning in and tenderly pressing his lips against Yuri’s, one of his hands twisting into the hair on the nape of his neck, the other pulling him closer around his shoulders, the kiss soft, and sweet, and imbued with love.

Yuri pulled away, cognizant of the time, “Don’t pretend you don’t like the show I put on for you out there, Ryosuke.”

Ryosuke’s eyes were playful, but sincere, “I’ve never even considered denying it,” he leaned his head down to make sure he was looking directly into Yuri’s eyes before he finished speaking, “Watching you during this song drives me crazy.”

Yuri sighed, smiling, tilting his head to the side to press forward, placing a soft kiss on Ryosuke’s cheek before leaning up to whisper in his ear, finally answering the statement that began the conversation, “I love you, too.”
Saturday, July 30 - Osaka-jo Hall (Osaka)

[First] START 12:30

“What the fuck was that, Chinen!?” Ryosuke had come out of the side of the hallway like a man possessed, slamming into Yuri and pushing him against the tunnel wall where he’d been walking.

Yuri just grinned mischievously, his eyes filled with equal amounts of amusement and what could only be described as pure ‘Chinen’, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Yamada.”

“The hell you say!” Ryosuke responded, pressing his body closer to Yuri, his breath blowing the other boy’s hair back as he tried to calm down, his words harsh and violent, “You damn well know exactly what I’m talking about and if you ever do it again, I swear to all things good and holy, I will not stop!”

“Sure, sure, whatev-“ the words were cut off abruptly when Ryosuke’s mouth landed on Yuri’s, his lips and tongue and entire body and soul frantically trying to convey his emotions, matched by Yuri’s own, hands entwining into Ryosuke’s hair, pulling him closer. Then just as quickly as the punishing kiss had begun Ryosuke jerked backward, pulling himself loose, his breath heavy and labored as he shook his head, glaring at Yuri when he casually began walking down the hallway to go to the waiting area, laughing loudly.

“I mean it, Chinen!” Ryosuke called after him, stomping toward him knowing they had only about forty seconds before the cue, “Don’t ever tease me like that on stage again!”

Yuri just laughed beside him, nodding his head, despite his words conveying absolutely no agreement, “Someone likes to dish it out, but sure can’t take it when the tables are turned!”

“Bite me!”

“Later, maybe!”

[Second] START 17:00

Ryosuke had a wardrobe malfunction and couldn’t get his jacket to zip up-rushing to find one of the wardrobe people who managed to get the zipper to work, though they weren’t sure if he was going to be able to unzip it when he was supposed to-it couldn’t be helped.

He barely made it to the holding area moments before the cue happened, the others rushing out through the opening, and Yuri yelped, a furious blush covering his entire body, when Ryosuke’s hand unexpectedly slapped him firmly on the ass, shouting above the roar of the crowd as he pushed him out to the stage, “Go get ‘em, Sexy!”
Sunday, July 31 - Osaka-jo Hall (Osaka)

[First] START 12:30

“I hate you,” Yuri mumbled, his eyebrows drawn down, glaring at Ryosuke, his lips forming the perfect pout.

“You don’t,” Ryosuke responded, not even remotely bothered by the stern words, his eyes drifting down to the jeans Yuri was wearing, the jeans that actually fit him, “but that’s fine, you’ll get used to the new pants, the others were way too…ugly.”

[Second] START 17:00

“I still hate you,” Yuri was fuming, his arms crossed as he stared at the floor between them, then throwing his arms out to the side, gesturing down to his body, “They’re way too tight! You can like….see things!”

“First of all, I like to ‘see things’ of yours, second, THIS is exactly why you should let me shop for you all the time, you don’t even know when clothes fit you properly!” Ryosuke’s eyes drifted over Yuri’s body with such an intimate, discerning gaze that Yuri almost wanted to cover himself, “You look gorgeous, so no, you’re not getting the other pants back-I’ve already tossed them. And instructed the wardrobe people to deny your request for any pants other than the ones that I give to them.”

Yuri stomped his foot, and Rysosuke had to bite his lip to keep from grabbing him and kissing him senseless as nothing was cuter than when Yuri didn’t get his way.

“You suck so bad!” Yuri pouted, storming across the area to stand behind Yuto when the cue began.

“That’s not what you said a few hours ago,” Ryosuke whispered smoothly into his ear causing Yuri’s body to shiver as his lips barely touched his skin.

Touche.
Friday, August 12 - Yokohama Arena (Kanagawa)

START 18:00

Ryosuke walked into the waiting area where Yuto and Keito were already waiting, tired and not really feeling it today. For starters, he had to leave the house super early this morning while Yuri got to sleep in. Plus, he’d just arrived home yesterday from ten days of filming overseas and he was so jetlagged he wanted to sleep for a week. He loved sleep on a normal basis but he really loved sleep when he was deprived of it.

He’d made a mistake when he’d agreed to the filming of a special promotional video for FMA for this morning, he had no idea why he’d agreed to it, but of course, the rest of the cast and crew had come home last week. He and a small crew had stayed back to work on a few detail scenes that only required him. The Japan based crew set up the promo filming and while they would have certainly worked it around his schedule, he’d agreed without thinking about it.

He wasn’t usually a negative person, and there’s really not much that would make him irritated at Yuri, except when he messed with his sleep. Dragging himself out of bed this morning while glancing over and seeing Yuri sleeping soundly like a damn princess, sprawled out across the bed, set the tone for his entire day.

Grumpy.

If Yuri was freaking Snow White then he was most definitely Grumpy.

Ryosuke leaned back against the wall, tilting his head down and closing his eyes. Yuri stepped into the room, glancing at him curiously, moving to stand next to him, his hand moving out to twist his pinkie with Ryosuke’s own, tightening it until he was holding it firmly.

“You okay?” Yuri whispered, head turned so that the other boys wouldn’t hear them talking.

“Fine.”

“I’m really sorry, Ryo-chan.” Yuri shook his hand a little bit, trying to lighten the mood.

“You should be,” Ryosuke huffed, cracking one eye open to look at him, trying not to laugh, “Who wakes someone up at three in the morning when they know they have to get up at five?”

“I forgot that your thing was today, that’s all,” Yuri whispered, sincerity painting his words, daring a small smile, “Please, forgive me?”

“I mean,” Ryosuke continued, the edge of his mouth curling in amusement, “generally speaking, I don’t discourage your…” he leaned up off the wall to put his mouth next to Yuri’s ear so the others wouldn’t hear, his voice slow and seductive, exaggerating his ‘Yuri’ voice, “…middle of the night ‘please, Ryosuke, I need you to make love to me, I can’t wait another minute for you, I missed you so much I need you, please, take me, take me now’ wake up calls-but not when I’ve just went to bed, with the worst kind of jetlag ever, at midnight and would be lucky to get five hours of sleep.”

Yuri scoffed, shoving Ryosuke with his free hand, “That’s not what I said!”

Ryosuke narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows in a way that told Yuri to not try to bullshit his way out of this.

“Well, I mean, that’s not exactly what I said,” Yuri hedged, blinking innocently, “Not exactly?”

Ryosuke couldn’t keep a straight face, moving forward to kiss Yuri’s cheek before leaning his head around to whisper in his ear again, “I could be getting a few words wrong-that’ll happen when you wake up from a dead sleep with your boyfriend’s hand down your pajama pants, your body already getting things started without you, and with said boyfriend whispering in your ear, ah, what were the words again? ‘I’m gonna make you come so hard’, in the blurry moments between sleep and awareness.”

Yuri couldn’t help but laugh, he was completely shameless, and had he known Ryosuke had to get up this morning, he probably wouldn’t have taken matters into his own hands, so to speak, but there’s a pretty big chance he still would have cause….well, boy’s got needs, right?

“Tell me how to make it up to you,” Yuri sighed, lifting Ryosuke’s hand up to kiss it lightly, then holding it against his chest.

The cue was moments away, and Ryosuke glanced over to look at Yuri, a smirk causing his face to look more adorable than usual, “You can apologize by letting me buy you some new clothes, ones I pick out for you.”

“You’re a monster,” Yuri scowled when Ryosuke burst out laughing, kissing his nose quickly before he dragged him to the door to enter the stage.
Saturday, August 13 - Yokohama Arena (Kanagawa)

[First] START 12:30

They held hands softly as they walked through the last hallway to the waiting area, a feeling of peace and joy filling them both. It was a simple gesture, a simple moment in the whirlwind of chaos that was the concert, but it leveled them both, grounded them, and it’s just what each of them needed.

Ryosuke’s arms reached around his waist to pull Yuri back into him moments before they would be going onto the stage, his voice soft and gentle despite the clear tension that was running through his body from the high the concert was giving him, “I love you.”

Before Yuri could respond, Ryosuke had grabbed his arm and pulled him out onto the stage, but while the crowd was screaming in anticipation, the area of the stage they were standing covered in darkness, Yuri managed to whisper into Ryosuke’s ear, “I love you, too!”

[Second] START 17:00

There were fifteen to twenty minutes of extra time due to some kind of skit and performance that Best was adding to their corner just because Daiki and Hikaru insisted, so Ryosuke had made it to the holding area as quickly as he could, sat down on the floor, bending his legs up to prop his arms on them, and promptly fell asleep.

He was in this position when Yuri walked into the room, his eyes moving over his form as he smiled in appreciation, moving quickly to sit down next to him-it was enough to just be near him, his energy was so soothing, so addictive, and it seemed to him that just being close to Ryosuke was enough for him to be able to bask in the glow of his aura-to be stronger, more capable, more content.  He sat down, careful to not bump into him.

I should let him sleep.

He looked over at his face, serene as it was laid atop his arms, his mouth slightly open as he breathed softly.

He’s so beautiful. I love him so much. I should really let him sleep. Just a little bit though…

He scooched just a little bit closer, pressing as much of his side up against him as he dared to prevent waking him.

He froze when he heard Ryosuke’s sleepy voice, “C’mere, Chiisana,” his hand lazily reached around his shoulders, pulling him over, as he shifted to move between Ryosuke’s legs, “You’re a better pillow…” Ryosuke mumbled as he pulled him back against him, resting his head on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around his waist, legs still bent up like walls to protect them, as he appeared to fall immediately back to sleep.

Yuri nestled into him, pulling out his phone to scroll through his messages, nothing unusual there, then clicking through some of his other games, trying to find a distraction. Somehow, he ended up on a gossip site, and somehow, he was reading a thread titled ‘Yamachii, real or not?”.

He was confused by the question but as he read he found that fans were trying to decide if he and Ryosuke were actually in a relationship or not. There were fans who insisted they were, backing up their belief with anecdotes and pictures, and then others who insisted that they were definitely not dating because they either were 1) not gay 2) not gay or 3) definitely not gay-that was setting aside the fans who insisted that they were dating other members of Jump-and completely ignoring those who were convinced they were partaking in multi-member orgies nightly.

He found all of it rather amusing and a little alarming as well, because while he’d always though they were rather clever and smart about handling their relationship in public-it was clear to him that those who had figured it out, certainly had ample evidence to back it up…subtle things that neither of them thought anyone would pick up on. Looks, touches, words, jewelry…

He clicked on another thread out of morbid curiosity, the title intriguing ‘who’s bigger, Yamada or Chinen?’-intriguing that is until he realized what it was actually about. His eyes widening as he realized that these fans were not talking about their height! These fans were bringing up science and genetics and pictures and what the…

Yuri’s thumb slowly scrolled the screen down, his eyebrows furrowing, and then he jumped when Ryosuke’s hand lifted, plucking the phone out of his hand, turning it off and sitting it on the floor next to them. His hand reached up to turn Yuri’s face to the side so he could kiss him on the cheek, then whispered, “Why are you reading that garbage, Chiisana?”

Yuri shrugged, wanting to say he was misled, but if he’d admit it to himself he’d have to be honest that he had a pretty good idea of what the conversation was going to be before he clicked it, “I just was curious.”

“I don’t know why you worry about that,” Ryosuke murmured, his voice still softened with sleep, “I love you the way you are.”

Yuri leaned his head back, tilting it to look up at the ceiling, “I don’t have many insecurities, but…”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Hmm?”

“Have you ever felt like I was dissatisfied with you? On any level? I mean, be honest, think back, neither of us were anything other than babies when we were sixteen, when I started to have those kinds of feelings for you, so I mean, I was paying attention, way more than I should have been when we’d be changing and things like that-and you were bigger than me then. It didn’t occur to me to even care about that-so I didn’t, because seriously? We’re all different!”

“And then…consider, I mean…then when…we were figuring out our…way around things and neither of us had any idea what we were doing other than we wanted to make the other feel good-it just didn’t matter? I mean, did you think I was somehow unsatisfied, or did I made you think I didn’t have stars in my eyes every time I got the chance to see your body?”

Yuri didn’t have to wonder that, if there was anything that Ryosuke was, it was honest, and there was no other place in the world that he was more honest than when they were together intimately, sometimes to the point that it was shocking to Yuri, “I know that’s never happened.”

“So, have you ever seen me not respond when I’ve just looked at your body, just looked at you, not even being touched?”

“No, you always do.” It was true, a five-minute strip tease would have Ryosuke ready to go.

“And has there been a time you haven’t been satisfied?”

“Of course not,” he scoffed, because Ryosuke had never left him wanting.

“Then why does it matter?”

“Why, I mean…because it’s…” Yuri twisted, his legs moving under Ryosuke’s bent one, looking at him openly, “I don’t know, it just does-it’s a guy thing, isn’t it?”

Ryosuke shrugged, “Is it though? I mean, does it have to be? I couldn’t care less.”

“Yes, guys always talk about it, Johnny’s are the worst,” Yuri muttered, “and you’re not normal, because you’ve just always known how freakishly sexy you are, I mean before you even understood anything about your body you were already too much, Ryosuke, you have no idea how everyone talked about it. Older Johnny’s used to say that you were going to kill your first lover from exhaustion,” Yuri laughed, followed quickly by Ryosuke shaking his head, embarrassed, casting his eyes down to look at Yuri’s chest, as a deep blush rushed over his skin, “and you know as well as I do-you’ve never questioned that your body was designed to give and receive pleasure-everyone knows that!”

Ryosuke glanced back up at Yuri, his expression pensive, “First of all, I was designed to give you pleasure and receive pleasure from you, Chinen Yuri. Nothing else. No one else. I don’t care what others see when they look at me. I only care what I see in your eyes. Second, you’re barely five-foot-tall when you stand up straight, and weigh less than a hundred pounds, you are perfectly proportioned for your height and weight, nothing unusual there,” Ryosuke reached up to stroke his face, when he started to shake his head, “Hey, listen to me,” he pulled up Yuri’s chin so he could look into his eyes, “You’re perfect, I love you just the way you are, I wouldn’t change anything about you, nothing, I swear.”

“But you say all of this like it’s normal to be like me, but we’re different?”

“I don’t know why you keep saying that kind of stupid stuff,” Ryosuke huffed, “I’m normal, you’re normal.”

“But, you’re short and small too, but you’re….well, you know…bigger than me.”

“I just don’t think you have a wide enough basis of comparison,” Ryosuke laughed, “Everyone’s different.”

“I don’t want a fucking basis of comparison, and you damn well better not have a wide range to base your thoughts off either!” Yuri hissed, his hand running up Ryosuke’s neck to pull his hair teasingly, but possessively.

“I know what you know, Ree, we were both virgins,” he pulled Yuri’s hand from his hair, lining their palms up together, illustrating the point he was trying to make perfectly when their hands were different sizes.

Yuri blinked, then looked back at Ryosuke, who was grinning, his eyes alight with humor, “Though I do have to admit-I rather love when you get jealous because it always makes you say the word fuck,” Ryosuke smiled softly, reaching forward, pulling his head toward him until their foreheads touched, “I don’t need, or want to know anything else, and if I say I think you have the most perfect, beautiful body in the entire world, from the silky smoothness of your hair that always smells like strawberries and cream, to the spot on the bottom of your foot that makes you squeal like a girl…”

Yuri laughed, shaking his head, as Ryosuke reached down to lift his hand, his fingers slowly drawing across the webbing of skin between Yuri’s fingers, “From the way I can caress between your fingers and you’ll get turned on,” Yuri jerked his hand away laughing, because his hands were exceptionally sensitive and it was one of the many ways Ryosuke discovered he could subtly toy with him without others noticing, shoving Ryosuke, “…to the way you have those two little dips right above your ass that feel like they were made for my thumbs to fit in.”

He took a deep breath, his tone becoming lower and more serious, “Chiisana, I can go from head to toe and you need to believe me when I say, you-body, mind, spirit-are delightful to me in every way-all of it is what I want, need, and that includes your perfectly sized beautiful cock that I can’t get enough of, because I love what you do with it and all the things I can do with it-‘cause let’s be honest here, whatever doesn’t fit in is pretty much a waste-and when you are so deep I feel your ba-“

Insecurities long forgotten as Ryosuke’s words washed over him with a furious blush, Yuri pressed forward, silencing him with a kiss to shut him up both because once Ryosuke started to talk dirty, he didn’t just talk dirty, he talked dirty, and there was hardly any stopping him and secondly because he sincerely didn’t want to go out on stage to perform with a hard on which would be the inevitable result if he allowed Ryosuke to continue.

Later.
Sunday, August 14 - Yokohama Arena (Kanagawa)

[First] START 12:30

“Why do you have to make everything so difficult! Just open your stupid mouth!” Yuri pushed against Ryosuke’s chest causing him to stumble backwards a bit.

“Not until you tell me what you have!”

“Nevermind, I am not giving it to you!” Yuri stormed off down the hallway, and the cue happened before Ryosuke could catch him.

[Second] START 17:00

“God, fuck, FINE!” Ryosuke stomped his foot like a petulant child as he closed his eyes and held his mouth open.

Yuri tried to not gloat at winning, even though he always won, despite Ryosuke’s absolute stubbornness, instead, he quickly pulled the treat he’d been carrying around with him all day out of his pocket, unwrapping it and popping it into the boy’s mouth.

Yuri’s finger lifted, pressing upward on Ryosuke’s chin so he’d close his mouth. Ryosuke’s eyes popped open, a soft satisfied hum issuing as the candy seemed to melt in his mouth, leaving behind the flavor of sweet vanilla buttercream.

Yuri smiled at him with satisfaction, “You should trust me, I’d never hurt you.”
Saturday, August 20 - Marine Messe Fukuoka (Fukuoka)

START 17:00

“The hell?” Ryosuke was staring at Yuto who was literally bouncing off the walls of the waiting area, “What is wrong with you?”

Yuri came into the area, catching Ryosuke’s eyes and frowning, before he walked over to Yuto, grabbing his arm, and making him look at him, “Yutti, did you eat ALL of these?!”

Yuri held up a bag in the hand that wasn’t restraining Yuto, who suddenly burst out into laughter, doubling over as he reached out and grabbed the bag.

“What the…” Ryosuke stomped over, snatching the bag out of Yuto’s hand which was easy since he was suddenly passing him as he dashed down the hallway behind them distracted by something or another. Ryosuke looked down at the bag in his hand, holding it up on the light so he could read it.

“Damn,” Ryosuke mumbled, looking down the hallway where Yuto had ran so far so fast that he could no longer see him, “How many pieces of buttercream candies were left in this bag?”

“All but the one I gave you yesterday,” Yuri mumbled, looking nervously down the hallway hoping to see Yuto return as the cue was only a minute or so away.

“Fuck,” Ryosuke glanced at him, eyes wide and worried, “That’s a lot of sugar, Ree!”

“Like I don’t know!” Yuri threw his hands up in the air, then reached up to pull his own hair in desperation.

Thirty seconds.

“What are we going to do?” Keito asked softly, making both of the other boys jump out of their skin.

Before they could answer, they heard the sound of Yuto screaming faintly in the distance down the tunnel, slowly the sound grew louder and louder echoing through the tunnel, the pounding of his footsteps as he ran like drumbeats on the floor below their feet, when suddenly he burst out past them, nearly knocking them all down, screaming something about seeing sounds, before he barreled out the opening on stage, right on time with the cue.

“We’re in trouble,” Ryosuke mumbled, shoving the other two members toward the door.

“At least it will be memorable,” Yuri laughed as they stepped out onto the stage to find Yuto jumping up and down, in the darkness, already screaming like in the beginning of the song despite the mic not being on yet.

Memorable was an understatement.
Sunday, August 21 - Marine Messe Fukuoka (Fukuoka)

START 17:00

“Damn it!” Ryosuke startled at the curse word from Yuri’s mouth, looking next to him where Yuri was fumbling with his jacket, trying to zip it, hardly ever hearing him swear, maybe when they were being intimate, or he was exceptionally upset about something, but certainly never when they were working.

“What’s wrong?” He turned his body to shelter Yuri from the other boys in the area, subtle and sensitively, he stepped forward a bit, reaching out to grasp Yuri’s hands in his own, looking down at them when he realized how much they were shaking.

“Yuri,” he whispered, his eyes looking into Yuri’s alarmed and confused, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Fucking Hikka,” Yuri hissed, his head wobbling strangely on his shoulders, “He talked me into drinking one of those flavored drinks he brought!”

“Damn it,” Ryosuke scolded him, squeezing his hands, “I told you to stay away from those things, Ree! They’ve killed people! They have enough caffeine and other so called ‘natural’ drugs in them to kill an ox and you’re literally a hundred pounds soaking wet!”

Ryosuke growled, pulling Yuri’s shaking hands forward so he would rest them on his shoulders while he reached forward, tugging at his jacket so he could zip it up for him. Once he’d zipped it up, he glanced back up to see Yuri still staring at him, “What?”

“I love you,” Yuri whispered, squeezing his shoulders softly.

“If you love me don’t take stupid risks!” Ryosuke barked back at him, then sighed when Yuri’s face crumpled, his eyes shifting away at the way he’d scolded him.

“I’m sorry,” he leaned around to try to get contact with Yuri’s eyes, “Hey, hey….I’m sorry!

Yuri blinked up at him, his eyes misty with unshed tears, the high he’d been experiencing fading as quickly as it’d hit him, “I’m sorry, Ryo, I didn’t mean to…”

Suddenly Yuri was bawling his eyes out and Ryosuke growled, planning all the ways he was going to make Hikaru pay for this, shuffling Yuri over to the dark corner on the other side of the area where the others wouldn’t hear them, “Hey, stop, Chiisana, you’re okay…”

Ryosuke pulled him into a hug, one hand pulling him up around the waist, the other cradling his head against his heart, “I didn’t mean to yell at you…I was scared, I don’t…I just need you, okay? Just don’t do things that scare me like this.”

His voice was soft and like silk on Yuri’s skin and he nodded his head onto Ryosuke’s chest, the material of the jacket a weird sticky feeling now that it was wet with his tears, “Okay, I didn’t mean to I jus-“

Ryosuke stopped his words with a gentle kiss, his hands moving to cup his face, slowly tasting him, touching him, drinking him in, and losing himself in his soft, supple mouth.

“Guys!” Keito called from across the space and they both froze, lips still touching, tongues still entangled, their eyes wide open and shocked at how they had lost track of everything except each other.

“Forty-five seconds, get your shit together,” Yuto called out, laughing loudly as he lined up behind Keito to go out onto the stage.
Saturday, August 27 - Sekisui Heim Super Arena (Miyagi)

START 17:00

They boys had stopped at the corner they normally met, both panting and out of breath as the crowd was especially energetic tonight. Ryosuke was leaning onto the wall, his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath, his jacket on the floor beside him because he couldn’t fathom putting it on yet.

Yuri walked to him, holding out the water bottle he’d been drinking that was about half full to Ryosuke.

“Thanks!” Ryosuke took the water bottle, opening it quickly and then tilting his head back, closing his eyes as the cold water splashed into his mouth and his parched throat, humming in satisfaction as he gulped it down.

He drained the bottle quickly, the plastic making a popping noise as he released the pressure from it and rolled his head, glancing at Yuri who was still standing in the same place as before, his eyes round, and his mouth slightly open.

Ryosuke stood up, shifting his weight, and still looking curiously at Yuri, who suddenly blinked rapidly, shaking his head, laughing before he reached over and punched Ryosuke in the chest lightly, “No one should be that sexy doing something as mundane as drinking water.”

Ryosuke raised an eyebrow, his stance becoming predatory, murmuring, “Sexy, huh?” as he moved forward toward Yuri who caught on quick and turned to run down the tunnel to the waiting area.

The other two members of 7 just rolled their eyes when they burst into the area laughing.
Sunday, August 28 - Sekisui Heim Super Arena (Miyagi)

START 17:00

Ryosuke was leaning against the wall in the holding area, his legs apart enough to keep his balance, his arms crossed, eyes closed, so tired, so very tired when Yuri came out of the hallway, glancing at him and frowning.

He knew Ryosuke was exhausted, and he was glad there was a break in shows coming up. Now if he could just get someone, anyone at Johnny’s to understand that he needed a break. At least the next few weeks would be calmer, just the normal shows they did, nothing else, no promotions, no films, no videos…so he’d been planning some surprises.

Without a word, Yuri moved to him, shuffling so that he could press backwards into him, Ryosuke’s arms moved immediately to wrap around Yuri’s waist-his own arms crossing so his hands lay on top of Ryosuke’s. He nestled into him, his back curling against Ryosuke’s chest, leaning his head to rest on his shoulder as he closed his own eyes.

He was going to take Ryosuke to the ocean. They had an unusual five-day free period next week that he knew Ryosuke didn’t even realize, so he’d made reservations for them at a seaside resort, especially appealing since it was very exclusive with its own private beach so they wouldn’t have to worry about fans or papa finding them, one that offered a spa package, and a penthouse suite that was built like a lighthouse, with windows that spanned the circular shaped room, allowing a 360 degree view of the landscape and the ocean. He stopped himself from scheduling too many activities, just making a reservation for a few dinners but nothing more, hoping they’d just waste away the days on the beach, and the nights in each other’s arms.

He smiled, humming softly, when the hands around his waist tightened, as he felt Ryosuke turn, softly kissing the side of his head before he leaned down to rest his forehead on his shoulder.

It was only seven minutes until cue, but for those seven minutes all was at peace in their world.
Saturday, September 17 - Hokkaido Prefectural Sports Center (Hokkaido)

START 16:00

“I’m not even remotely kidding, Yamada!” Yuri hissed, stomping down the hallway toward the waiting area, “I swear I will cut you off completely, and I mean not just from this,” he gestured his hands up and down his body, “I will ignore you in every way if you don’t stop! Hell, I’ll go stay with my sister!”

“Yuri…” Ryosuke whined, chasing after him, “Don’t be like that! I’m fine, you’re making a big deal about noth-“

Yuri spun quickly, a tiny storm cloud as he stepped straight up to Ryosuke, face tilted, eyes squinted as he poked his finger into his chest, voice absolute, “Don’t. You. Dare. Say. Nothing!” Each word was punctuated by a sharp jab to the chest causing Ryosuke to lift his hand to rub the spot when Yuri dropped his hand, frowning.

“If you won’t tell them, I damn well intend to!” Yuri didn’t back down, nothing about his posture or demeanor indicated he would let this go, and Ryosuke sighed running his hands through his hair, shaking his head.

Yuri’s face softened, eyebrows drawing down as he frowned, concern clear in his eyes, “You could barely move after last night’s show…I know you tried to hide it from me, but even while you were sleeping, your face was pained…” he whispered, blinking back tears, “I-I can’t watch you suffer like that just because of your stupid stubbornness.”

“Yuri-“

“Don’t-don’t do that, don’t try to tell me what I’m feeling is wrong. Last year when I miscalculated my flip and sprained my ankle you nearly came unhinged, and didn’t let me do anything for three months! I am allowed to be overprotective too!”

“You’re right.”

“I mean, you’re not the only one here,” he scrubbed away a tear, “who has worries and fears-I love you, I don’t want to have to watch you hurting, it hurts me.”

“I know.”

“You need to tell them so they’ll fix the dances, I can’t be okay if you aren’t okay…”

“I’ll tell them.”

“I mean it, I’m going to make yo-wait…what?”

“You’re right,” he kissed the tip of Yuri’s nose, “I know it hurts you,” another kiss to his forehead, “and I will tell them the truth,” his lips gently touched Yuri’s, his hands moving to cup his face, his thumb stroking his cheek as he swiped away a tear, “Don’t cry, Chiisana, I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

"Don’t make me resort to threats just to get you take care of yourself, Ryo!”

“Okay.”

“Kiss me, you idiot.”

“Gladly.”
Sunday, September 18 - Hokkaido Prefectural Sports Center (Hokkaido)

START 15:00

Ryosuke’s hand entwined into Yuri’s hair as he held him, the first moment they’d had all day to just be still and take a breath, “I’m sorry about not saying the truth to them before, thank you.”

“You act like you should be superman, Ryo,” Yuri turned his head, inhaling the scent that was all Ryosuke, humming in satisfaction.

Ryosuke squeezed his arms around Yuri’s waist, rocking him back and forth as he spoke, “I wish I could be superman sometimes, is that wrong?”

“Not wrong, but even Superman has weaknesses-“ Ryosuke started to say something but Yuri, pulled his head back, looking him in the eye as he leaned forward, kissing him softly, his lips brushing gently, soothingly, tickling Ryosuke’s mouth as he finished his thought, “you are MY hero, make that enough-and when you do end up with whiplash because you steadfastly refuse to let a stuntman do the STUNTS he’s actually paid to do-then please, don’t take additional risks by doing dances that require you to get on your knees-“

“I like getting on my knees under certain conditions, even with whiplash-“

“Stop being a perv,” Yuri pushed his chest with both hands, “I’m serious here. Ryo, I need you to be okay, you have to take care of yourself-you’d literally kick my ass if I took risks like you do!”

“I know…I know, I’m sorry, I’ll be better!”

“You won’t, don’t lie to me, I know you better than that.”

“Well, at least I’ll try to not get hurt again, and I’ll tell them truth if I’m hurt-so, you know, thank you for encouraging me to be honest with the others about the pain I’m in.”

“All you needed was a little encouragement,” Yuri laughed, pulling back to look at Ryosuke with a dazzling smile.

“If by ‘encouragement’ you mean blackmail, then fine, yes, I needed the special brand of ‘Yuri encouragement’, I guess,” Ryosuke laughed, leaning forward to kiss him on the forehead before pulling back to look into his eyes.

“I can’t watch you suffering, you can’t ask me to not react to the way it hurts me. It’s just a few moves that they had to change, no one will even notice in the audience, and frankly, even if they do, I don’t care-I’m worried about you, that’s all that matters to me.”

“You’re all that matters to me,” Ryosuke whispered, pulling Yuri into his arms to bury his face in his hair.

“As it should be,” Yuri stated firmly, smiling as he pressed a soft kiss onto Ryosuke’s neck before they turned to go to cue.
Saturday, October 1 - Hiroshima Green Arena (Hiroshima)

START 17:00

Best had some silly thing they were adding to the show, so 7 would have at least five, potentially ten, extra minutes before cue. Ryosuke moved a little slower than usual, making it to the holding area last, smiling when he saw Yuri had already sat in the far corner, looking up when he came in, patting the surface of the floor next to him.

Ryosuke moved over and sat down next to him, laying his jacket to the side because he was still trying to cool down from the last song. He leaned his head back against the wall for a few moments, closing his eyes before he heard Yuri snicker next to him. Peeking an eye open, he glanced over to see a picture of them together on his phone, one from maybe when they were seventeen, possibly eighteen-traveling to some city or another, for some show or another.

They looked like total dorks and it was abundantly clear to the most casual observer that they were crazy, head over heels in love with each other even then-but neither of them were prepared to admit it, let alone act on it.

He’d long mused about the fact that Yuri had some kind of uber amazing phone because he had the most exhaustive collection of pictures of the group as anyone could ever find. It was crazy how many pictures he had. Not just snapshots he’d taken himself, but he would download images from photoshoots and things that he enjoyed as well. He had folders for all of the members on his phone, and Ryosuke always laughed when he considered the title of his folder-‘My Soul’.

When he’d discovered the folder years ago, he’d asked Yuri why it was labeled that, and amid a great deal of stalling and stuttering he’d given him some lame reason like ‘we’re good friends, that’s what I do’-and Ryosuke hadn’t really challenged it at the time despite the fact that everyone else’s folders were labeled with their given names.

Another year had passed, both of them nineteen, and Yuri had handed Ryosuke his phone as he was drifting off to sleep when they were traveling to another tour stop, “If my Mom texts, just answer like you’re me, okay?”

“Sure, sure.”

He’d planned to change all of his icons to something stupid like unicorns and fairies, which in truth he figured Yuri would actually like, but got distracted while shuffling through his folders to find the downloaded images by a new folder name in the list.

Fantasy.

Part of Ryosuke knew that this was perhaps an invasion of privacy, but Yuri had never hidden anything from him before, ever. He also thought, innocently, that this folder would probably have pictures from one of the online games he played or something like that.

He covered his mouth to keep from making noise that would wake Yuri up, his eyes wide and unfocused as he looked down at him sleeping peacefully in his lap, completely unaware of what Ryosuke had just discovered.

The ‘fantasy’ folder most certainly did NOT contain pictures of fictional character or other mythological images-rather it was a folder full of pictures of Ryosuke. Pictures from photoshoots, but not the cute, fun, silly ones-no, these were different, ones of him from magazines like An-an where they pushed the boundaries of what was and wasn’t okay for an Idol his age. There were also pictures that Ryosuke was truly shocked by-ones of him, candid, that he didn’t even know Yuri had taken. Some of them were during times they would go swimming, others were from the dressing room, some were from different photo shoots where Yuri would have a break while they took Ryosuke’s individual shots--some even of him sleeping, sometimes in Yuri’s bed when they spent the night together. Either way, all of the images had one thing in common-they were all very sensual, erotic pictures.

He quickly closed the folder, unsure about what he was feeling, conflicted, and set the phone down on the tray in front of him, closing his eyes, trying to make sense of his thoughts.

Why would he have a folder like that with pictures like that of me?

What would he be doing with them?

A folder labeled…fantasy.

I know what I would do with those kinds of pics of Yur…

Holy fuck!

He opened his eyes, looking down at Yuri, looking so innocent, so preciously sweet there in his lap, a tiny puffing sound each time he breathed out, and Ryosuke couldn’t believe that he had a folder of pictures of him that he used to get himself off with.

Without meaning to, his mind flitted to the image, his imagination instantly creating a full color movie of Yuri, on his bed, the same bed they’d spent hours playing video games on, slept together on, stroking himself while looking at those images of HIM, his face intense with pleasure as he called out Ryosuke’s name.

The fuck.

He groaned, trying to shift, suddenly uncomfortable with Yuri laying exactly where he was in his lap, trying to avert his eyes, to look anywhere other than down at him, because the more he looked, the more he actually saw.

He was beautiful, one of the most beautiful boys he’d ever known. Not just the outside either, Yuri’s mind was a delight and he loved to see his take on the world around them, so genuine, so full of innocence. He’d spent the last three years or so in complete and utter denial of the fact that he was crushing his ass off on this boy-for multiple reasons, one being he was a Johnny and relationships were expressly forbidden, second, he had no idea if Yuri was even straight, bi, or gay or somewhere else on the spectrum of sexuality-it’s just not a conversation they’d had, and obviously because of their job-they talked about girls A LOT. Finally, Ryosuke was absolutely positive the shit storm it would create within Jump would not justify taking the risk.

Still, he couldn’t deny-now that he knew, that on some level or another, Yuri definitely looked at him as something other than just friend-he had long been attracted to Yuri. His mind, his body, his smile, the way he smirked when he got an answer right, the way he raised the bar constantly to make everyone work harder, the way he personally saw to Ryosuke, always taking care of him when no one even noticed. He was a consistent factor in Ryosuke’s life-and he was startled to think the world ‘love’ in the same moment that he would see Yuri’s face in his mind.

I love Yuri?

He was strong, not just strong to be able to do the things he did like acrobatics and stunts-but strong with his spirit. He was even more shy and reserved than Ryosuke was, but people wouldn’t ever guess it-because when he had to be, he flipped the switch and became instantly what the world expected him to be. In fact, Ryosuke could give him a lot of credit for his own ability to shift seamlessly from one persona to another. Yuri was the best teacher of skills that Ryosuke had not learned, growing up too fast, in a different world than he’d planned-as Yuri had intended to become what he was-it was never on Ryosuke’s radar, and then he just was an Idol.

He knew Yuri was the kindest person, despite the way he portrayed himself as a brat among the group-especially when it came to his relationship with Ryosuke-but he knew, from all the time they spent together before, during school and now even on their time off, when more often than not they chose to spend time with each other-Yuri was generous. He would give whatever he had to make someone happy. Ryosuke couldn’t count the times he’d given him the last bite of food, the extra pillow in the hotel rooms, the first turn to take a shower-so many different things, big and small.

I love Yuri.

And, he was undeniably, unconsciously sexy. Yuri himself really had no idea, even now he didn’t really comprehend it, Ryosuke was fully aware of this. Yuri catered to the world’s and maybe even Jump’s view of him, this child-like personality, the little brother character…but in their time together apart from that, Ryosuke had long seen the way Yuri carried himself, the confidence, the way his hips twisted just slightly when he stood comfortably. The way his lips set in a thin line, curled on the edges when he was watching a tv show he loved, the way he would use his hands to sweep his hair back when he got out of the shower.

The battle came to the forefront, as Ryosuke felt the war inside of himself because as he focused on Yuri sound asleep in his lap, suddenly, even that seemed sensual and erotic somehow. He couldn’t stop seeing him, his lips, so soft, so pouty, his cheeks that were smooth, and his hands, so strong, so beautiful…and then Ryosuke was done. And then, inside his mind, he pictured grabbing him, kissing him, his first kiss and the way he would feel under his hands, the way his chest would be firm, his arms full of strength-and would he sigh softly? Would he pull Ryosuke into him? What would that be like, what would it be like to feel him, under him, on him, touching him-what would it be like…Instantly, Ryosuke reached down to push off Yuri, needing him to move desperately, immediately before he became self-aware enough to realize what was happening.

Yuri sat up, rubbing his eyes, blurry and blinking and so fucking cute Ryosuke wanted to grab him and kiss the hell out of him…

“I have to go,” and with that Ryosuke bolted up out of his seat, scrambling down the aisle to the bathroom.

“Ryo?”

He felt the tap on his arm, “Ryo, did you hear me?”

Ryosuke’s eyes focused on Yuri, realizing he’d spoken, pulling him out of the memory, “What did you do that day? Were you sick?”

Was I sick?

He laughed, ducking his head down, his hands resting on the back of his head in embarrassment. He never lied to Yuri, in particular when he asked direct questions-a trait that Yuri had picked up on right away and rarely, if ever, beat around the bush because of it.

“I was not sick,” Ryosuke mumbled, his shoulders raising up as chills flushed his skin when Yuri’s hand scratched gently on his neck.

He turned his head, still leaning down, to look at Yuri, “I had to go to the bathroom.”

Yuri tilted his head sideways, trying to understand, his eyes widening, his mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ shape, as he remembered Ryosuke talking about that day being when things changed for them, between them, not in a big huge way, but was definitely the push forward, “That was the day….you saw my folder?”

“Yes.”

“And by saying ‘went to the bathroom’ you mean…” Yuri gestured his hand in a fist, moving it up and down.

“Yes, Yuri, that’s what I mean,” rolling his eyes and laughing at how Yuri could say some of the boldest, most borderline pornographic statements when they were intimate, but outside of that, he was still a thirteen-year-old boy.

Yuri smiled, pleased that he had that effect on Ryosuke even before he was ready to admit his feelings, tapping something on his phone before holding it out so that Ryosuke could read it, “I changed the name of that folder on the day of our Coming of Age Ceremony.”

Ryosuke, curious, reached forward to pull the phone closer, smiling broadly when he read the name of the folder now.

Mine.
Sunday, October 2 - Hiroshima Green Arena (Hiroshima)

START 16:00

“What are we doing for dinner tonight?” Yuri asked as they turned and made their way to the waiting area, fingers entwined, their arms swinging as they walked.

“I’ll make you whatever you want,” Ryosuke answered quickly, looking to see what Yuri thought.

“Hmm, anything I want,” Yuri mused, smiling softly as he turned his head to look at Ryosuke, “I have everything I need,” he squeezed Ryosuke’s hand, making sure he understood, “I am a man who wants nothing.”

Ryosuke stopped him from walking, taking his other hand in his own, smiling broadly, “The sentiment is not lost on me,” he punctuated this thought with a quick kiss to Yuri’s nose, “however, you are entirely too small to not eat, no matter how much you wax poetic.”

“Well,” Yuri twisted his mouth up, his eyes moving to look up at the ceiling, his expression rather comical, “if you’re going to put it like that, then how about you make me that shrimp stuff you made a few weeks ago?”

“You got it,” Ryosuke smiled, pulling him into a hug, squeezing him until he made a tiny squeaking sound, then releasing him, grabbing his shoulders and turning around to march him toward their spot.

“I’ll make dessert,” Yuri mused.

Ryosuke moved from behind him to step in front of him, causing Yuri to stop abruptly so as to not run him over, “What?!”

“I said, I’ll make dessert.”

“You’re going to make the dessert?”

“I am, I’ll make you your favorite!”

Ryosuke stared at him for a moment, wondering if he should call and up their coverage on their renter’s insurance, and trying to think about where the fire extinguisher was in relation to the stove, and especially considering how to ensure that Yuri didn’t actually set himself on fire in the process of attempting to cook.

Yuri could tell exactly what he was thinking.

“Ryo-chan,” Yuri pouted, twisting his finger into the edge of Ryosuke’s hair, tugging on it gently, “You wound me, deeply.”

“I’m just saying…” he reached up, swatting Yuri’s hand away.

“And I just said I would make your favorite dessert!”

“Oh.”

“Ohhhhh!” Yuri mocked him.

Ryosuke grabbed his hand to pull him down the hallway, both boys laughing as he lifted Yuri’s hand to place a quick kiss on it, “You’re the best at washing strawberries and filling bowls up with whipped cream, Ree, like, you are a world class strawberries with cream chef, and the fac-“

“Shut it, Yamada,” Yuri shoved him playfully, “You should count your blessings that I’m even doing that much.”

Ryosuke laughed, nodding his head, winking as he spoke, “Oh, believe me, I count every blessing when it comes to you, Chiisana.”

This is part THREE of the series--please read part one HERE or part two Here