[FIC] NewS - Storm Front
Title: Storm Front
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Nishikido/Kato
Rating: PG-13 (Language)
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: For luna_truths , as apart of my Happy Birthday!! event. Hope you like it, dear.
“This is all your fault.”
Shige’s jerks his head up to stare incredulously at Ryo, who’s pacing over by the window, “Me? What did I do?”
Ryo’s scowl deepens. “This whole fucking trip was your idea.”
Shige sputters, because while the idea for a vacation had been his, the decision of where hadn’t been up to him. “Hey, I wanted to go somewhere tropical! It was you that insisted on a ski resort.” Ryo colors, presumably because he doesn’t have an argument, and goes back to his pacing. Shige returns to shivering under his blanket.
Outside, the snow falls harder than ever. The resort has all but shut down - the blizzard is out of season and violently strong, and any transportation out is thoroughly cut off. The power has been threatening to go off for the last hour and a half. The staff has already requested that everyone stay in their rooms.
And all this on the day that they were supposed to be getting on a plane back to Japan.
Shige frowns at the reminder. They’re going to miss their flight, and he can just imagine the way that will roll down hill. Their manager - managers, in Ryo’s case - will be out for blood, the other members of NEWS will worry themselves to death when they can’t get a hold of their missing members on their cellphones, fans will freak out and start spreading rumors, and Shige and Ryo will probably die of hypothermia. If, that is, they don’t throttle each other to death first.
What a way to end a vacation.
Ryo continues to pace, like he thinks that will make a difference, and Shige groans and pulls out of his barrier of cloth and fabric long enough to glare at him, “For God’s sake, stop that. You’re going to wear a hole in the floor.” He scolds, and then adds, “If you want to do something with yourself, get the fuck over here. I’m freezing.”
Ryo stops abruptly, turns to stare at him with a slow forming grin that makes Shige turn red at the implication.
“Not like that, you idiot.” He hisses. “It’s too damn cold for sex. Just… come here.” He squirms a bit, embarrassed now, but uncurls the blankets enough to make an offer.
Ryo snorts. “You want to cuddle?” He says derisively, but he’s already coming over, peeling the blankets away to make room for himself. His skin is cold to the touch, and Shige shivers as the older man slides in beside him, but his hands are surprisingly warm when one curls around the curve of Shige’s neck, stroking the skin there with his thumb in a tender sort of way. “All you had to do was ask.”
“Shut up,” Shige mutters, but he’s smiling as he closes his eyes and waits for the storm to pass.
Fandom: NewS
Pairing: Nishikido/Kato
Rating: PG-13 (Language)
Disclaimer: Not associated with Johnny's Entertainment. This is fiction; it never happened.
A/N: For luna_truths , as apart of my Happy Birthday!! event. Hope you like it, dear.
“This is all your fault.”
Shige’s jerks his head up to stare incredulously at Ryo, who’s pacing over by the window, “Me? What did I do?”
Ryo’s scowl deepens. “This whole fucking trip was your idea.”
Shige sputters, because while the idea for a vacation had been his, the decision of where hadn’t been up to him. “Hey, I wanted to go somewhere tropical! It was you that insisted on a ski resort.” Ryo colors, presumably because he doesn’t have an argument, and goes back to his pacing. Shige returns to shivering under his blanket.
Outside, the snow falls harder than ever. The resort has all but shut down - the blizzard is out of season and violently strong, and any transportation out is thoroughly cut off. The power has been threatening to go off for the last hour and a half. The staff has already requested that everyone stay in their rooms.
And all this on the day that they were supposed to be getting on a plane back to Japan.
Shige frowns at the reminder. They’re going to miss their flight, and he can just imagine the way that will roll down hill. Their manager - managers, in Ryo’s case - will be out for blood, the other members of NEWS will worry themselves to death when they can’t get a hold of their missing members on their cellphones, fans will freak out and start spreading rumors, and Shige and Ryo will probably die of hypothermia. If, that is, they don’t throttle each other to death first.
What a way to end a vacation.
Ryo continues to pace, like he thinks that will make a difference, and Shige groans and pulls out of his barrier of cloth and fabric long enough to glare at him, “For God’s sake, stop that. You’re going to wear a hole in the floor.” He scolds, and then adds, “If you want to do something with yourself, get the fuck over here. I’m freezing.”
Ryo stops abruptly, turns to stare at him with a slow forming grin that makes Shige turn red at the implication.
“Not like that, you idiot.” He hisses. “It’s too damn cold for sex. Just… come here.” He squirms a bit, embarrassed now, but uncurls the blankets enough to make an offer.
Ryo snorts. “You want to cuddle?” He says derisively, but he’s already coming over, peeling the blankets away to make room for himself. His skin is cold to the touch, and Shige shivers as the older man slides in beside him, but his hands are surprisingly warm when one curls around the curve of Shige’s neck, stroking the skin there with his thumb in a tender sort of way. “All you had to do was ask.”
“Shut up,” Shige mutters, but he’s smiling as he closes his eyes and waits for the storm to pass.