[Snibble] Intertwined
Title: Intertwined
Info: Yara/Tatsumi/Yamaryo - Snapshot
488w; PG - Written for yararanger because of this and because THEY+4U were backdancing for Kinki on Ongaku No Hi. :DDDD (No idea if Tatsumi is part of the 'little brother/Yaracchi' thing but w/e, he is here. 8D;; Apparently he is, yay.) With an added outtake, even though it is not long enough to actually have one.
“Hey, otouto,” Tatsumi appeared at Yamamoto’s shoulder, playfully knocking at his head. “Having dinner with me?” Filming was over, everyone was getting changed and leaving, and Tatsumi was decidedly hungry.
Yamamoto glanced up, grinning. “You’re paying, right?”
“Mmm…” Pretending to think about it, Tatsumi waited for Yamamoto’s whine of ‘Tatsu-nii!’ before relenting. “Yeah, yeah, it’s on me.”
“Yay!” Yamamoto did a little happy dance, happily handing his outfit over to the staff, and dashing off to say bye to the rest of his group. Tatsumi watched him, laughing. Yamamoto was so easy to please, and he hadn’t even been trying yet.
Yara was waiting for them at the back entrance, leaning casually against where he’d parked his bike with Tatsumi’s. “Yo.”
“Yaracchi~!” Yamamoto shrieked, throwing his arms around the other. Tatsumi held back, waiting for Yamamoto to release the eldest of their trio (if he was ever inclined to do so in this century).
“Hey, kid.” The hand ruffling Yamamoto’s hair was kiddish enough. The lips that landed on Yamamoto’s were anything but.
“Ew, ew, go snog somewhere else,” Tatsumi complained, which was all it took for the two to unfuse their mouths, Yamamoto giggling as he scampered back, looping his arm though Tatsumi’s.
Yara gave him a look that would have been innocent, had Yara not been Yara. “Should I kiss you too?”
“Sorry, but I’m not the one who is always in a dither at that particular offer,” Tatsumi replied dryly, but hugged Yara anyways. “What’re you doing here?”
“I figured I’d come see what you two were up to,” Yara said, laughing warmly.
“Eeeh?” Yamamoto blinked. “Yaracchi, you were watching? How were we?”
Tatsumi guided Yamamoto onto his bike, as Yara swung onto his. “You all looked great, but Ryou-chan, you need to remember to keep your left elbow neater, you got a little careless.”
Yamamoto’s pout was almost palpable as he wrapped his arms around Tatsumi’s waist, helmet in place. “Mou… I try!”
“I think for that, you should buy him dinner,” Tatsumi said, grinning impudently.
“Oi!” Yamamoto smacked at his shoulder. “You just don’t want to have to pay yourself.”
“How dare you take advantage of your older brother!” Yara chimed in on the tail of Yamamoto’s words. But he was laughing and waving them on. “Pick a place, you two, it’s on me.”
“Love you, Yaracchi ♥”
“Aw, Yu-chan, you’re almost as good at it as he is.”
"Mou, Yaracchi!”
-outtake-
“Aw, don’t tell me you’re jealous, Tatsu-nii,” Yamamoto teased.
“What? No~!” Tatsumi feigned complete shock, wrapping his arms around Yamamoto’s waist. “Now why would I be jealous of the man you talk about every other sentence?”
Yamamoto merely laughed, leaning up on his tip-toes to kiss Tatsumi. Whether he meant it in apology or distraction, Tatsumi welcomed it readily.
“Oh, c’mon.” It was Yara’s turn to groan. “I can see your tongues, ew!”
Yamamoto pulled away, breathless. “You can always join us, ne?”
Info: Yara/Tatsumi/Yamaryo - Snapshot
488w; PG - Written for yararanger because of this and because THEY+4U were backdancing for Kinki on Ongaku No Hi. :DDDD (No idea if Tatsumi is part of the 'little brother/Yaracchi' thing but w/e, he is here. 8D;; Apparently he is, yay.) With an added outtake, even though it is not long enough to actually have one.
“Hey, otouto,” Tatsumi appeared at Yamamoto’s shoulder, playfully knocking at his head. “Having dinner with me?” Filming was over, everyone was getting changed and leaving, and Tatsumi was decidedly hungry.
Yamamoto glanced up, grinning. “You’re paying, right?”
“Mmm…” Pretending to think about it, Tatsumi waited for Yamamoto’s whine of ‘Tatsu-nii!’ before relenting. “Yeah, yeah, it’s on me.”
“Yay!” Yamamoto did a little happy dance, happily handing his outfit over to the staff, and dashing off to say bye to the rest of his group. Tatsumi watched him, laughing. Yamamoto was so easy to please, and he hadn’t even been trying yet.
Yara was waiting for them at the back entrance, leaning casually against where he’d parked his bike with Tatsumi’s. “Yo.”
“Yaracchi~!” Yamamoto shrieked, throwing his arms around the other. Tatsumi held back, waiting for Yamamoto to release the eldest of their trio (if he was ever inclined to do so in this century).
“Hey, kid.” The hand ruffling Yamamoto’s hair was kiddish enough. The lips that landed on Yamamoto’s were anything but.
“Ew, ew, go snog somewhere else,” Tatsumi complained, which was all it took for the two to unfuse their mouths, Yamamoto giggling as he scampered back, looping his arm though Tatsumi’s.
Yara gave him a look that would have been innocent, had Yara not been Yara. “Should I kiss you too?”
“Sorry, but I’m not the one who is always in a dither at that particular offer,” Tatsumi replied dryly, but hugged Yara anyways. “What’re you doing here?”
“I figured I’d come see what you two were up to,” Yara said, laughing warmly.
“Eeeh?” Yamamoto blinked. “Yaracchi, you were watching? How were we?”
Tatsumi guided Yamamoto onto his bike, as Yara swung onto his. “You all looked great, but Ryou-chan, you need to remember to keep your left elbow neater, you got a little careless.”
Yamamoto’s pout was almost palpable as he wrapped his arms around Tatsumi’s waist, helmet in place. “Mou… I try!”
“I think for that, you should buy him dinner,” Tatsumi said, grinning impudently.
“Oi!” Yamamoto smacked at his shoulder. “You just don’t want to have to pay yourself.”
“How dare you take advantage of your older brother!” Yara chimed in on the tail of Yamamoto’s words. But he was laughing and waving them on. “Pick a place, you two, it’s on me.”
“Love you, Yaracchi ♥”
“Aw, Yu-chan, you’re almost as good at it as he is.”
"Mou, Yaracchi!”
-outtake-
“Aw, don’t tell me you’re jealous, Tatsu-nii,” Yamamoto teased.
“What? No~!” Tatsumi feigned complete shock, wrapping his arms around Yamamoto’s waist. “Now why would I be jealous of the man you talk about every other sentence?”
Yamamoto merely laughed, leaning up on his tip-toes to kiss Tatsumi. Whether he meant it in apology or distraction, Tatsumi welcomed it readily.
“Oh, c’mon.” It was Yara’s turn to groan. “I can see your tongues, ew!”
Yamamoto pulled away, breathless. “You can always join us, ne?”