[fic] Various - [Oneshots]
Title: Breathe In Now
Author: BG
Pairing: Yabu Kota X Yaotome Hikaru
Ratings: …R
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
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I can’t say I was surprised when you asked me to stay. I’d like to say nothing surprises me anymore; not the way your eyes meet mine before glancing away again, not the way you reach for me; not even the way your fingers curl against my collar, but that doesn’t mean I don’t crave it.
Your room is dark as we all but fall through the doorway. The curtains are drawn, there is the tiniest sliver of light which casts your face is a silver shadow before you move to close the door behind us. I watch the branches from the tree beside your window dance in the breeze. You push against me and a gasp is wretched from my lips as the latch of the door catches me in the small of my back. Your lips are against my skin and my protest dies on my lips.
My skin tingles everywhere you touch and your kisses drag a sigh from me. Your hands rove over my skin, pulling my shirt from my shoulders. Your fingers trace the trail from my belly button to the waistband of my pants. I know what’s coming next and again you don’t disappoint.
You make me lose my breath.
You look up at me from your knees and I like the way you still say please. After all this time, your eyes find mine and all your hesitancy from earlier has disappeared. The scent of sex permeates the air and you’re still looking up at me. Your breath ghosts over my naked flesh and it causes a violent shiver to race down my spine; my fingers spasm and you groan as they tighten in your hair.
I like the way you like me best.
xXx
AN. I think it’s quite obvious that I was listening to Nickelback whilst writing this.
Some of the lines in the last paragraph are from Figured You Out
Title: 104. The Other Side of the Clouds
Author: BG
Pairing: Chinen Yuri x Morimoto Ryutaro
Ratings: G
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
He meets my eye across the dressing room. He’s flirting with Yamada again, acting coy in front of Takaki, leaning against Dai-chan. I want to say he’s whoring it up but even I know that that’s a little too harsh. Chinen’s got a wicked tongue and a smile that could melt even the iciest of hearts but he’s mostly all talk.
I kind of hate him a little for it.
In a group of ten, even after almost two years, I still don’t know what character I’m supposed to be. I want to say, that I’m just Ryutaro but I know that won’t cut it.
Yamada’s quite obviously the popular one. Hikaru’s the funny one and so on and so forth. Me, I haven’t got a clue.
Chinen winks at me and my stomach does the most curious flip flop. I frown and he giggles. I frown harder and spin around; my flourish of an exit abruptly halted by the fact that I walked face first into Yabu’s chest. There is a little bit of a flail before I feel Yabu’s hands on my shoulders, steadying me. He ruffles my hair and if he noticed my frown he did me a favour by not mentioning it.
I scowled at Chinen once more over my shoulder before, this time, successfully leaving the room.
Chinen likes to tease me. He isn’t overt in his attempts to monopolize my attention but he’s unsubtle enough that I realized that was exactly what he was doing. He sidles up to me, pokes my sides and squeezes my cheeks. I pull away again and again but he keeps doing it. When I catch his hands in mine, he just smiles at me. A smile so unlike the ones he shows everyone else. It’s a smile that I don’t understand. It tells me that he’s expecting something but I don’t know what it is.
Again and again he comes to me. Again and again I see him flirt with the others. I see him touch them and it makes in inexplicably angry. I don’t like feeling like this. I don’t understand it.
I want him to touch me but I don’t want him to. I don’t want him to come to me after he’s been with the others; leaning against them, holding their hands, being in their arms.
I get the feeling that Chinen thinks of me as some sort of play thing. Someone he can come to when the world is angry at him, when the world isn’t going to plan. I have tired of it quickly.
I’m tired of shaking off his touch when really all I want is him to hold only me. I want him to look at only me, to see only me. But he doesn’t and I don’t have the right to ask it of him. I want his smile to be mine alone but to deprive the world of Chinen’s smile is something I don’t think I could ever do.
It makes me despise him. It makes me despise myself.
His lips are warm and dry. His kisses are soft and chaste. I accept them but I hate him for making me feel this way. I want to hold him in my arms but I can’t help but wonder how many others have seen Chinen this way. His eyes dark, lashes sweeping slowly against pale cheeks, his fringe in his eyes. I like the way he looks up at me and I hate the way I can’t control the shiver that runs through me at his touch.
I don’t care what you think. As long as your thoughts are about me it’s okay.
How can that be? He whispered those words in my ear and laughed as my fingers gripped him tighter.
I hate that he knows I’m in love with him.
I hate that I have no idea what he wants or how he feels.
I told you once that as long as your thoughts are about me, I don’t care what those thoughts are.
I watched him with wide eyes. I remember those words. I remember how they made me feel at the time.
Since you still don’t seem to know.
He brushed the hair from my eyes and stood on his tip toes as he pressed a closed-mouth kiss, so reminiscent of our first kisses, against my lips. He leant back, his eyes searching mine. He smiles that smile, the one I don’t understand; the one that seems to be asking me something, telling me something.
I love you
xXx
AN. Uh T____T I can’t write Chinen x Ryutaro to save my life ;___;
Author: BG
Pairing: Yabu Kota X Yaotome Hikaru
Ratings: …R
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
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I can’t say I was surprised when you asked me to stay. I’d like to say nothing surprises me anymore; not the way your eyes meet mine before glancing away again, not the way you reach for me; not even the way your fingers curl against my collar, but that doesn’t mean I don’t crave it.
Your room is dark as we all but fall through the doorway. The curtains are drawn, there is the tiniest sliver of light which casts your face is a silver shadow before you move to close the door behind us. I watch the branches from the tree beside your window dance in the breeze. You push against me and a gasp is wretched from my lips as the latch of the door catches me in the small of my back. Your lips are against my skin and my protest dies on my lips.
My skin tingles everywhere you touch and your kisses drag a sigh from me. Your hands rove over my skin, pulling my shirt from my shoulders. Your fingers trace the trail from my belly button to the waistband of my pants. I know what’s coming next and again you don’t disappoint.
You make me lose my breath.
You look up at me from your knees and I like the way you still say please. After all this time, your eyes find mine and all your hesitancy from earlier has disappeared. The scent of sex permeates the air and you’re still looking up at me. Your breath ghosts over my naked flesh and it causes a violent shiver to race down my spine; my fingers spasm and you groan as they tighten in your hair.
I like the way you like me best.
xXx
AN. I think it’s quite obvious that I was listening to Nickelback whilst writing this.
Some of the lines in the last paragraph are from Figured You Out
Title: 104. The Other Side of the Clouds
Author: BG
Pairing: Chinen Yuri x Morimoto Ryutaro
Ratings: G
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
He meets my eye across the dressing room. He’s flirting with Yamada again, acting coy in front of Takaki, leaning against Dai-chan. I want to say he’s whoring it up but even I know that that’s a little too harsh. Chinen’s got a wicked tongue and a smile that could melt even the iciest of hearts but he’s mostly all talk.
I kind of hate him a little for it.
In a group of ten, even after almost two years, I still don’t know what character I’m supposed to be. I want to say, that I’m just Ryutaro but I know that won’t cut it.
Yamada’s quite obviously the popular one. Hikaru’s the funny one and so on and so forth. Me, I haven’t got a clue.
Chinen winks at me and my stomach does the most curious flip flop. I frown and he giggles. I frown harder and spin around; my flourish of an exit abruptly halted by the fact that I walked face first into Yabu’s chest. There is a little bit of a flail before I feel Yabu’s hands on my shoulders, steadying me. He ruffles my hair and if he noticed my frown he did me a favour by not mentioning it.
I scowled at Chinen once more over my shoulder before, this time, successfully leaving the room.
Chinen likes to tease me. He isn’t overt in his attempts to monopolize my attention but he’s unsubtle enough that I realized that was exactly what he was doing. He sidles up to me, pokes my sides and squeezes my cheeks. I pull away again and again but he keeps doing it. When I catch his hands in mine, he just smiles at me. A smile so unlike the ones he shows everyone else. It’s a smile that I don’t understand. It tells me that he’s expecting something but I don’t know what it is.
Again and again he comes to me. Again and again I see him flirt with the others. I see him touch them and it makes in inexplicably angry. I don’t like feeling like this. I don’t understand it.
I want him to touch me but I don’t want him to. I don’t want him to come to me after he’s been with the others; leaning against them, holding their hands, being in their arms.
I get the feeling that Chinen thinks of me as some sort of play thing. Someone he can come to when the world is angry at him, when the world isn’t going to plan. I have tired of it quickly.
I’m tired of shaking off his touch when really all I want is him to hold only me. I want him to look at only me, to see only me. But he doesn’t and I don’t have the right to ask it of him. I want his smile to be mine alone but to deprive the world of Chinen’s smile is something I don’t think I could ever do.
It makes me despise him. It makes me despise myself.
His lips are warm and dry. His kisses are soft and chaste. I accept them but I hate him for making me feel this way. I want to hold him in my arms but I can’t help but wonder how many others have seen Chinen this way. His eyes dark, lashes sweeping slowly against pale cheeks, his fringe in his eyes. I like the way he looks up at me and I hate the way I can’t control the shiver that runs through me at his touch.
I don’t care what you think. As long as your thoughts are about me it’s okay.
How can that be? He whispered those words in my ear and laughed as my fingers gripped him tighter.
I hate that he knows I’m in love with him.
I hate that I have no idea what he wants or how he feels.
I told you once that as long as your thoughts are about me, I don’t care what those thoughts are.
I watched him with wide eyes. I remember those words. I remember how they made me feel at the time.
Since you still don’t seem to know.
He brushed the hair from my eyes and stood on his tip toes as he pressed a closed-mouth kiss, so reminiscent of our first kisses, against my lips. He leant back, his eyes searching mine. He smiles that smile, the one I don’t understand; the one that seems to be asking me something, telling me something.
I love you
xXx
AN. Uh T____T I can’t write Chinen x Ryutaro to save my life ;___;