Assorted Johnny's Drabbles
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snoozing_kittenPairing: Kinki Kids
Titles: Mandarin Oranges
Summary: The true meaning of winter
They were shuffling down the street, Tsuyoshi almost waddling with the many layers he had. Clasped tightly in a lime green mittened hand was his contribution to the shopping. Slightly ahead of him and rather desperate to get home –his own jacket chosen more for style then functionality- was Koichi, holding a larger portion of the shopping. The distance from Tsuyoshi’s apartment to the grocer is seven minutes counting time waiting on the street corner to cross. With Koichi speed walking and his partner moving as fast as he could even against the wind- they made it in five.
Koichi doesn’t bother to hold the door for Tsuyoshi, but the other man is right on his heels anyways almost running him over in his attempt to get out of the cold. Setting the stuff down, Koichi has to bend over to unlace his shoes; Tsuyoshi simply slips out of his furry shapeless boots. Leaving Koichi fumbling with his shoes with numbed fingers Tsuyoshi moved on into the kitchen with his bag clutched tightly to his chest.
“Oi! Help me carry these in?” Sighing, he shrugs out of his coat and hangs it up beside Tsuyoshi’s.
“You carried them all the way here, you can carry them into the kitchen.”
“Scrooge.” Koichi whines hefting the bags up once more and moving them to the kitchen floor. Tsuyoshi has his bag on the table and he pauses for a moment to look at his partner before returning his attention to the box he pulled out of the bag. Wordlessly Koichi begins to unpack the bags into the cupboard- as if it was his own apartment.
Silence reigns over them while Koichi works, Tsuyoshi is working too –just on something more immediate. He curses that his nails are not long enough to pierce the tough skin, and bites it instead. Grimacing at the taste he digs his nail into the hole and rips until the skin comes away in strips.
The room is full of the smell of oranges.
Koichi smiles to himself, stretching to put a box of udon noodles on the top shelf.
‘That’s what the holiday season is really for.’
‘…Oranges?’
‘Mandarin Oranges.’ He looks very serious, sucking a small slice into his mouth.
‘I thought it was for spending time with the ones you love and sharing the spirit of the holidays.’
‘Then this spirit must have blood that tastes like Mandarin Oranges.’ The shorter reasoned.
‘True enough.’
“Can I have one?” Koichi sits across from the other man, Tsuyoshi hands over half of the one he’s eating without thought.
After being with Koichi so long the little things like that are natural, when he’s alone it feels wrong. Like somehow a part of him is missing, a part that doesn’t like to wear clothes, but a part of him none the less. Two people who could share a drink like they share kisses, share a plate of food, and sometimes it seems to share the very same beating heart.
There have been people who were married for far less time then they have been together.
“These are good.” Tsuyoshi hums in delight finishing his half and reaching into the box for another one.
“They are.” Koichi nods in agreement. Tsuyoshi’s cheeks and nose are still red from the cold but he looks happy and that’s all that matters. Biting into the skin of another one, dextrous fingers begin to peel. Koichi watches him for a moment, loosing himself in the pleasant fantasy where he’s an orange and Tsuyoshi is peeling his clothing away just the same, slipping him into his warm mouth.
“…”
“You know what?” Koichi shakes the fantasy from his mind and takes another half of Tsuyoshi’s orange.
“Hm?”
“Our next Christmas song should be about oranges.”
“… Hm…” Tsuyoshi looks like he seriously contemplating the idea.
Pairing: Akanishi/Maru, Maru/Koyama friendship
Title: Easy as Cake
Summary: Maru get's over a bit of denial.
He wasn’t brooding. No, Nakamaru Yuichi does not brood, he doesn’t even know the meaning of the word. Nor was he pining –Koki’s words, most defiantly not his. No he was sitting alone in his apartment on a Friday night watching sitcom reruns because that’s just what he did on Fridays.
Completely ignoring the fact that this was a more recent Friday habit. Something that he only started when he left. Because before Fridays had been spent, carefully making himself look like a doll, make-up, hair, clothing, anything so he could make sure that Jin only looked at him through the night. Pulsing lights, colours bouncing off the smoke gathered around their feet, a smoke-maker not to far away labouring to give them that sense of unreality. Jin’s hands sliding lower down his back, holding him close, lips on his neck.
Fridays had been his favourite day of the week, with the lazy Saturdays spent in bed, a close second. Canned laugher filled the room, and he found himself wondering if he could produce getter gags then this, because the humour was so bland.
His doorbell ringing and for a moment he panicked, he wasn’t ready to go yet! Then calming himself, Jin is in America, and he’s not about to come to your door. Opening it he found the last person he’d expect to see on the other side, standing there with a wide goofy grin and a large white box.
“…Koyama?”
“Are you busy?”
“No.” Moving out of the way so the taller man could walk into his tiny apartment. “What are you doing here?” Curiosity, Koyama turns to him and smiles softly.
“Well, you see. I thought you might need some company, with Jin away and all.” Maru rolled his eyes; he’s to the point where he’s sick of people babying him, just because his boyfriend is away. He’s not that fragile.
“I don’t miss him.” Koyama keeps on talking, ignoring Maru.
“The best thing for a lonely heart is chocolate cake.” Maru pauses and Koyama grins, his eyes almost closing with his blinding smile, he can’t help but smile back.
Maybe, for right now only, and for Koyama only he could admit that he did miss Jin- missed him terribly. Maybe only for chocolate cake.
Pairing: Yabu/YamaPi
Title: Kidding Around
Summary: Slightly AU, YamaPi likes to muse naked
He wasn’t quite sure what he was doing, after all he hated children. Anything below the age of majority was reason enough for him to wash his hands of all matters concerning them.
Still, sitting naked on his couch smoking and thinking about absolutely nothing –he greatly enjoyed lying to himself, and would lie about that if anyone bothered to ask. He found himself not really minding the fact that the shower was running, because yes that’s what showers did and if it wasn’t running he would need to call the plumber –he hated plumbers too. Neither the fact that it wasn’t him the in the shower, because if he were there then he would not be here sitting rather naked, and he was comfortable here.
Rather here then in the shower.
Because the kid in the shower was barely out of high school, and that was against personal rule number four. Do not interact with children, and in particular violation of subsection C, do not sleep with children. He figured that was a given, but sometimes laws had to be redundant like that or he wouldn’t care.
Not that he did.
Because Yabu was only two weeks from his birthday, and even if he was a kid now. Well, it was okay.
Pairing: Yassu/Koyama friendship
Title: Common Ground
Summary: Koyama is convinced that hairstyling is a form of sadism
The bleach would often give Koyama headaches.
“You can’t let your roots grow out! What would the fans say to a Koyama with roots?!” Miyuki would shriek at him when he complained about it. Her and her scissors, and her painful little clips with sharp teeth, brushes –looking more like clubs. Hairstyling was a very frightening affair.
Sitting in the chair waiting for her to return and surrounded in a cloud of bleach he was in the depths of misery.
“Here.” Looking up he found Yassu –for once given the opportunity to look down at him- he was holing out a bottle of water. With a small smile Koyama’s hand emerged form the folds of his protective shall, Yassu sat heavily in the chair next to him waiting for his turn to come. “Bleaching gives you headaches.” He explained with a wide grin.
Pairing: Kitayama/Taiyo
Title: Always Use Protection
Summary: Kitayama deals with his hormones
Kitayama looked left, and then he looked right, looking briefly once more left just to make sure the hallways really was in fact empty. Most of the building was empty, just the skeleton left, after all the people –the life- had seeped out into the night to par ways. Work life turned off and private life turned on, but Kitayama’s private life was here hidden within the guise of his work life.
Inside the room was empty and his eyes quickly picked up the solitary bag on the couch. It was clearly Taiyo’s the charms dangled cartoon characters smiling at him and he had to smile in return. He had his own charm, hidden away in one of the pockets of his own bag, Yokoo had given it to him as a gag but he took it more seriously.
A lucky condom, a little bell on the corner, attached with a blue string. It was his good luck charm, and if he had his way he’d be giving it to Taiyo. Well sort of. He grinned to himself, if his charm worked- then he’d be the one to get lucky.
The door opened and Taiyo walked into the room, shirtless, his jeans hugging his slim hips in such a way that he figured if he tugged –just a little- they would fall to the ground. Raking his hungry eyes up the flat stomach and the narrow chest –each rib clearly visible teasing him to run his tongue along their playful arches- he stopped dead.
“What is that for?” It was a carved wooden cross, dangling around his neck, and it was on the rather bad side of fashionable. Taiyo looked down and smiled, his usual wide innocent smile.
“Vampire protection!”
Pairing: Orgy-Like-Johnny's-Party
Title: Happy New Years
Summary: Ryo tries to remember how he ended up, here of all places, and YamaPi can almost keep track of all the people he's kissed- almost.
Ryo
He remembers Sake, a lot of Sake. The strong taste crawling over his tongue and clawing down his throat burning all the way down. Uchi’s lips pressed hotly against his, salty tears offsetting the taste.
“You’re back Ryo.” Uchi sobbing into his chest, fingers clutching his thin cotton shirt. A sudden shrill laugh to his left, MatsuJun clinging to their Captain’s arm slurring something to Nino.
Uchi was always a slobbering drunk.
Kusano is the only one in the room who hasn’t touched the bottle, and he’s holding Shige up as outside the hotel room the sun is going to come up.
He on the other hand, doesn’t remember getting to bed. There is the vague memory of putting Uchi to bed, stripping him to his boxers and pulling the rough sheet up to his chin and kissing his hair flat.
He remembers bumping into YamaPi in the hallway, the leader was being held up by Junno of kat-tun. YamaPi leaned heavily on his shoulder, reeking of vodka and grinning from ear to ear.
“Pi, I need to get you back to your room.” Junno’s hands on his hips trying to move him but YamaPi’s fingers snarled in Ryo’s hair.
“No, I’m wishing Ryo a Happy New Year.” Pressing a big wet kiss to Ryo’s cheek he giggled widely. “Ryo looks cute at night.”
“You said the same thing about Yoko, now let’s get you to bed before you fall off anything else.”
He also remembers an increasingly blurry trip down the hall as he pressed the rim of his bottle to his lips. There was a very convoluted path down the hall to…
The sun was high in the sky; somewhere the Kinki Kids were glowing from a mix of a bad hangover and a few rounds of closet sex. There was a beep from the hotel clock radio, the first few went ignored, and as the volume increased so did Ryo’s annoyance with the machine.
Untangling himself from the long limbs twined with his own he rolled to the side, so he could hit the snooze button. Rolling back those warm arms wound around his torso, he tangled their legs together, nuzzling one collarbone he tucked his head under a sharp chin and fell promptly back asleep.
Seven and a half minutes later the alarm rang again, Ryo moaned.
“Hm?” The second occupant of the bed stirred, and across the room there was another voice.
“Dammit Koyama turn that thing off.” Ryo blink a few times, then pressed his eyes closed.
Count backwards from ten and Kusano will no longer be in your room. 10…9…8…
“Koyama.” The whiney voice cut through the darkness of his closed lids and his foggy brain.
Fuck… 7…6…
“Nnnn.” Ryo’s pillow moved one arm uncurling from around him leaving a cold spot between his shoulder blades. “Okay~”
It was a few more moments until he realized that he was in bed with Koyama. Koyama Keiichiro.
“What am I doing in bed with you?” In a deadly serious voice, belied only by the fact that he was still curled against the older man’s strong chest.
“…Ryo?” Koyama pulled back and looked at him, his cheeks flushing a pale pink, across the room in the other bed Kusano scoffed. “Why are you in… is this my hotel room?”
“No.” Kusano was the one who answered, they both turned to look at the younger boy, Ryo squinted.
“Shut up short-stuff.”
“Fuck you too.” He scoffed; Koyama’s finger’s tightened on his shoulders silently begging them not to fight.
“Can you tell me how I ended up here?” Koyama shifted, and suddenly his eyes went wide and he all but glowed rosy pink. Ryo felt one of Koyama’s legs shift against his own, sleek skin against his own manly hairy legs. Up, up, and Ryo realized what the other was doing, subtly checking that they were both wearing clothing – negative.
“You and Ryo were getting all hot and heavy there against my room door. So I let you in, I figured that Massu wasn’t coming back anyways. Then I went to make sure everyone else was safely in bed, I met Ohkura in his boxers trying to pick a fight with Ueda. So I put them to bed.”
“You’re not explaining how I ended up naked in bed with Keiichiro.”
“You’re naked?” Kusano’s eyes instantly lowered to the sheet across their laps.
“…” Koyama flushed.
“What are you doing?” Ryo growled, Kusano turned to them with a smirk.
“Taking pictures!”
YamaPi
YamaPi remembers the concert. Remembers Kame patting him on the back and telling him that the single life is over. Tackey passed him a cup of sake, clinking their glasses together he remembers wishing Golf and Mike were here.
Aiba’s arms around his neck were welcome and he cuddled closer with the Arashi member. Shige sitting in his lap glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose cheeks flushed and giggling, Yassu falling in right next; if either of them had weighed more then a twig it might have hurt more –Shige’s elbows did. Cackling Aiba left him to fend for himself.
After that it was a flurry of waiting under the (now off season) mistletoe waiting for a certain someone to walk by. Jin never did come, but he got 7 out of the KanJani8, and one very long kiss with MatsuJun. He remembers thinking that Tego looked cute at night and the taste of Vodka.
Lots of it.
Lastly he remembers thinking that Junno and Kame must use the same cologne because they smell the same. Pretty but the same, and maybe… it’s just a kat-tun smell.
Then he doesn’t really remember anything else.
Titles: Mandarin Oranges
Summary: The true meaning of winter
They were shuffling down the street, Tsuyoshi almost waddling with the many layers he had. Clasped tightly in a lime green mittened hand was his contribution to the shopping. Slightly ahead of him and rather desperate to get home –his own jacket chosen more for style then functionality- was Koichi, holding a larger portion of the shopping. The distance from Tsuyoshi’s apartment to the grocer is seven minutes counting time waiting on the street corner to cross. With Koichi speed walking and his partner moving as fast as he could even against the wind- they made it in five.
Koichi doesn’t bother to hold the door for Tsuyoshi, but the other man is right on his heels anyways almost running him over in his attempt to get out of the cold. Setting the stuff down, Koichi has to bend over to unlace his shoes; Tsuyoshi simply slips out of his furry shapeless boots. Leaving Koichi fumbling with his shoes with numbed fingers Tsuyoshi moved on into the kitchen with his bag clutched tightly to his chest.
“Oi! Help me carry these in?” Sighing, he shrugs out of his coat and hangs it up beside Tsuyoshi’s.
“You carried them all the way here, you can carry them into the kitchen.”
“Scrooge.” Koichi whines hefting the bags up once more and moving them to the kitchen floor. Tsuyoshi has his bag on the table and he pauses for a moment to look at his partner before returning his attention to the box he pulled out of the bag. Wordlessly Koichi begins to unpack the bags into the cupboard- as if it was his own apartment.
Silence reigns over them while Koichi works, Tsuyoshi is working too –just on something more immediate. He curses that his nails are not long enough to pierce the tough skin, and bites it instead. Grimacing at the taste he digs his nail into the hole and rips until the skin comes away in strips.
The room is full of the smell of oranges.
Koichi smiles to himself, stretching to put a box of udon noodles on the top shelf.
‘That’s what the holiday season is really for.’
‘…Oranges?’
‘Mandarin Oranges.’ He looks very serious, sucking a small slice into his mouth.
‘I thought it was for spending time with the ones you love and sharing the spirit of the holidays.’
‘Then this spirit must have blood that tastes like Mandarin Oranges.’ The shorter reasoned.
‘True enough.’
“Can I have one?” Koichi sits across from the other man, Tsuyoshi hands over half of the one he’s eating without thought.
After being with Koichi so long the little things like that are natural, when he’s alone it feels wrong. Like somehow a part of him is missing, a part that doesn’t like to wear clothes, but a part of him none the less. Two people who could share a drink like they share kisses, share a plate of food, and sometimes it seems to share the very same beating heart.
There have been people who were married for far less time then they have been together.
“These are good.” Tsuyoshi hums in delight finishing his half and reaching into the box for another one.
“They are.” Koichi nods in agreement. Tsuyoshi’s cheeks and nose are still red from the cold but he looks happy and that’s all that matters. Biting into the skin of another one, dextrous fingers begin to peel. Koichi watches him for a moment, loosing himself in the pleasant fantasy where he’s an orange and Tsuyoshi is peeling his clothing away just the same, slipping him into his warm mouth.
“…”
“You know what?” Koichi shakes the fantasy from his mind and takes another half of Tsuyoshi’s orange.
“Hm?”
“Our next Christmas song should be about oranges.”
“… Hm…” Tsuyoshi looks like he seriously contemplating the idea.
Pairing: Akanishi/Maru, Maru/Koyama friendship
Title: Easy as Cake
Summary: Maru get's over a bit of denial.
He wasn’t brooding. No, Nakamaru Yuichi does not brood, he doesn’t even know the meaning of the word. Nor was he pining –Koki’s words, most defiantly not his. No he was sitting alone in his apartment on a Friday night watching sitcom reruns because that’s just what he did on Fridays.
Completely ignoring the fact that this was a more recent Friday habit. Something that he only started when he left. Because before Fridays had been spent, carefully making himself look like a doll, make-up, hair, clothing, anything so he could make sure that Jin only looked at him through the night. Pulsing lights, colours bouncing off the smoke gathered around their feet, a smoke-maker not to far away labouring to give them that sense of unreality. Jin’s hands sliding lower down his back, holding him close, lips on his neck.
Fridays had been his favourite day of the week, with the lazy Saturdays spent in bed, a close second. Canned laugher filled the room, and he found himself wondering if he could produce getter gags then this, because the humour was so bland.
His doorbell ringing and for a moment he panicked, he wasn’t ready to go yet! Then calming himself, Jin is in America, and he’s not about to come to your door. Opening it he found the last person he’d expect to see on the other side, standing there with a wide goofy grin and a large white box.
“…Koyama?”
“Are you busy?”
“No.” Moving out of the way so the taller man could walk into his tiny apartment. “What are you doing here?” Curiosity, Koyama turns to him and smiles softly.
“Well, you see. I thought you might need some company, with Jin away and all.” Maru rolled his eyes; he’s to the point where he’s sick of people babying him, just because his boyfriend is away. He’s not that fragile.
“I don’t miss him.” Koyama keeps on talking, ignoring Maru.
“The best thing for a lonely heart is chocolate cake.” Maru pauses and Koyama grins, his eyes almost closing with his blinding smile, he can’t help but smile back.
Maybe, for right now only, and for Koyama only he could admit that he did miss Jin- missed him terribly. Maybe only for chocolate cake.
Pairing: Yabu/YamaPi
Title: Kidding Around
Summary: Slightly AU, YamaPi likes to muse naked
He wasn’t quite sure what he was doing, after all he hated children. Anything below the age of majority was reason enough for him to wash his hands of all matters concerning them.
Still, sitting naked on his couch smoking and thinking about absolutely nothing –he greatly enjoyed lying to himself, and would lie about that if anyone bothered to ask. He found himself not really minding the fact that the shower was running, because yes that’s what showers did and if it wasn’t running he would need to call the plumber –he hated plumbers too. Neither the fact that it wasn’t him the in the shower, because if he were there then he would not be here sitting rather naked, and he was comfortable here.
Rather here then in the shower.
Because the kid in the shower was barely out of high school, and that was against personal rule number four. Do not interact with children, and in particular violation of subsection C, do not sleep with children. He figured that was a given, but sometimes laws had to be redundant like that or he wouldn’t care.
Not that he did.
Because Yabu was only two weeks from his birthday, and even if he was a kid now. Well, it was okay.
Pairing: Yassu/Koyama friendship
Title: Common Ground
Summary: Koyama is convinced that hairstyling is a form of sadism
The bleach would often give Koyama headaches.
“You can’t let your roots grow out! What would the fans say to a Koyama with roots?!” Miyuki would shriek at him when he complained about it. Her and her scissors, and her painful little clips with sharp teeth, brushes –looking more like clubs. Hairstyling was a very frightening affair.
Sitting in the chair waiting for her to return and surrounded in a cloud of bleach he was in the depths of misery.
“Here.” Looking up he found Yassu –for once given the opportunity to look down at him- he was holing out a bottle of water. With a small smile Koyama’s hand emerged form the folds of his protective shall, Yassu sat heavily in the chair next to him waiting for his turn to come. “Bleaching gives you headaches.” He explained with a wide grin.
Pairing: Kitayama/Taiyo
Title: Always Use Protection
Summary: Kitayama deals with his hormones
Kitayama looked left, and then he looked right, looking briefly once more left just to make sure the hallways really was in fact empty. Most of the building was empty, just the skeleton left, after all the people –the life- had seeped out into the night to par ways. Work life turned off and private life turned on, but Kitayama’s private life was here hidden within the guise of his work life.
Inside the room was empty and his eyes quickly picked up the solitary bag on the couch. It was clearly Taiyo’s the charms dangled cartoon characters smiling at him and he had to smile in return. He had his own charm, hidden away in one of the pockets of his own bag, Yokoo had given it to him as a gag but he took it more seriously.
A lucky condom, a little bell on the corner, attached with a blue string. It was his good luck charm, and if he had his way he’d be giving it to Taiyo. Well sort of. He grinned to himself, if his charm worked- then he’d be the one to get lucky.
The door opened and Taiyo walked into the room, shirtless, his jeans hugging his slim hips in such a way that he figured if he tugged –just a little- they would fall to the ground. Raking his hungry eyes up the flat stomach and the narrow chest –each rib clearly visible teasing him to run his tongue along their playful arches- he stopped dead.
“What is that for?” It was a carved wooden cross, dangling around his neck, and it was on the rather bad side of fashionable. Taiyo looked down and smiled, his usual wide innocent smile.
“Vampire protection!”
Pairing: Orgy-Like-Johnny's-Party
Title: Happy New Years
Summary: Ryo tries to remember how he ended up, here of all places, and YamaPi can almost keep track of all the people he's kissed- almost.
Ryo
He remembers Sake, a lot of Sake. The strong taste crawling over his tongue and clawing down his throat burning all the way down. Uchi’s lips pressed hotly against his, salty tears offsetting the taste.
“You’re back Ryo.” Uchi sobbing into his chest, fingers clutching his thin cotton shirt. A sudden shrill laugh to his left, MatsuJun clinging to their Captain’s arm slurring something to Nino.
Uchi was always a slobbering drunk.
Kusano is the only one in the room who hasn’t touched the bottle, and he’s holding Shige up as outside the hotel room the sun is going to come up.
He on the other hand, doesn’t remember getting to bed. There is the vague memory of putting Uchi to bed, stripping him to his boxers and pulling the rough sheet up to his chin and kissing his hair flat.
He remembers bumping into YamaPi in the hallway, the leader was being held up by Junno of kat-tun. YamaPi leaned heavily on his shoulder, reeking of vodka and grinning from ear to ear.
“Pi, I need to get you back to your room.” Junno’s hands on his hips trying to move him but YamaPi’s fingers snarled in Ryo’s hair.
“No, I’m wishing Ryo a Happy New Year.” Pressing a big wet kiss to Ryo’s cheek he giggled widely. “Ryo looks cute at night.”
“You said the same thing about Yoko, now let’s get you to bed before you fall off anything else.”
He also remembers an increasingly blurry trip down the hall as he pressed the rim of his bottle to his lips. There was a very convoluted path down the hall to…
The sun was high in the sky; somewhere the Kinki Kids were glowing from a mix of a bad hangover and a few rounds of closet sex. There was a beep from the hotel clock radio, the first few went ignored, and as the volume increased so did Ryo’s annoyance with the machine.
Untangling himself from the long limbs twined with his own he rolled to the side, so he could hit the snooze button. Rolling back those warm arms wound around his torso, he tangled their legs together, nuzzling one collarbone he tucked his head under a sharp chin and fell promptly back asleep.
Seven and a half minutes later the alarm rang again, Ryo moaned.
“Hm?” The second occupant of the bed stirred, and across the room there was another voice.
“Dammit Koyama turn that thing off.” Ryo blink a few times, then pressed his eyes closed.
Count backwards from ten and Kusano will no longer be in your room. 10…9…8…
“Koyama.” The whiney voice cut through the darkness of his closed lids and his foggy brain.
Fuck… 7…6…
“Nnnn.” Ryo’s pillow moved one arm uncurling from around him leaving a cold spot between his shoulder blades. “Okay~”
It was a few more moments until he realized that he was in bed with Koyama. Koyama Keiichiro.
“What am I doing in bed with you?” In a deadly serious voice, belied only by the fact that he was still curled against the older man’s strong chest.
“…Ryo?” Koyama pulled back and looked at him, his cheeks flushing a pale pink, across the room in the other bed Kusano scoffed. “Why are you in… is this my hotel room?”
“No.” Kusano was the one who answered, they both turned to look at the younger boy, Ryo squinted.
“Shut up short-stuff.”
“Fuck you too.” He scoffed; Koyama’s finger’s tightened on his shoulders silently begging them not to fight.
“Can you tell me how I ended up here?” Koyama shifted, and suddenly his eyes went wide and he all but glowed rosy pink. Ryo felt one of Koyama’s legs shift against his own, sleek skin against his own manly hairy legs. Up, up, and Ryo realized what the other was doing, subtly checking that they were both wearing clothing – negative.
“You and Ryo were getting all hot and heavy there against my room door. So I let you in, I figured that Massu wasn’t coming back anyways. Then I went to make sure everyone else was safely in bed, I met Ohkura in his boxers trying to pick a fight with Ueda. So I put them to bed.”
“You’re not explaining how I ended up naked in bed with Keiichiro.”
“You’re naked?” Kusano’s eyes instantly lowered to the sheet across their laps.
“…” Koyama flushed.
“What are you doing?” Ryo growled, Kusano turned to them with a smirk.
“Taking pictures!”
YamaPi
YamaPi remembers the concert. Remembers Kame patting him on the back and telling him that the single life is over. Tackey passed him a cup of sake, clinking their glasses together he remembers wishing Golf and Mike were here.
Aiba’s arms around his neck were welcome and he cuddled closer with the Arashi member. Shige sitting in his lap glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose cheeks flushed and giggling, Yassu falling in right next; if either of them had weighed more then a twig it might have hurt more –Shige’s elbows did. Cackling Aiba left him to fend for himself.
After that it was a flurry of waiting under the (now off season) mistletoe waiting for a certain someone to walk by. Jin never did come, but he got 7 out of the KanJani8, and one very long kiss with MatsuJun. He remembers thinking that Tego looked cute at night and the taste of Vodka.
Lots of it.
Lastly he remembers thinking that Junno and Kame must use the same cologne because they smell the same. Pretty but the same, and maybe… it’s just a kat-tun smell.
Then he doesn’t really remember anything else.
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Date: 2007-01-17 10:18 pm (UTC)Also, you have a thing with Yamapi+Golf+Mike, don't you? ;)
(naked yamapi, koyama!, maru♥)
Ah, I enjoyed reading these :)
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Date: 2007-01-17 11:43 pm (UTC)I do have a thing for gYm, my friend went to school with G+M, and I have a soft spot for them. Indeed, writing yummy threesomes with them amuses me
Ones I've never finished D=Thanks!
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Date: 2007-01-18 12:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-18 01:28 am (UTC)I loved the xmas party one best
because orgies are awesomebecause it was funny and drunkeness is always interesting :D"He got 7 out of the KanJani8" and "maybe… it’s just a kat-tun smell" made me crack up XD
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Date: 2007-01-18 04:23 am (UTC)It seemed like to a good idea to type it at the time lest I forget the idea.
Orgies are indeed awesomeThanks.
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Date: 2007-01-18 05:49 am (UTC)then i insist you get mildly drunk againno subject
Date: 2007-01-18 04:39 am (UTC)a part of him is missing, a part that doesn’t like to wear clothes
Too funny (and true)!!!!
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Date: 2007-01-19 01:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-19 04:03 pm (UTC)I think I just like ORGIES!!!!!!
it's just what was that word again....
???
well I'll have to pick up a dictionary and learn it again....
well they were all good....
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Date: 2007-01-20 05:30 am (UTC)OOO<--cookies for you.
FTW
Date: 2007-03-27 09:15 am (UTC)“You’re naked?” Kusano’s eyes instantly lowered to the sheet across their laps.
“…” Koyama flushed.
“What are you doing?” Ryo growled, Kusano turned to them with a smirk.
“Taking pictures!”
hahah opmfg i nearly died at that! i love kusano<3
oh wow so priceless
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Date: 2008-04-08 07:05 pm (UTC)Your kinki kids drabble was actually the first kinki kids fic I ever liked. So I really'd like to thank you. :)))
I LOLed over Kitayama and Taiyou one. OMG, it's hillarious. My friend even made a banner for my with this pair. It's like the most unlikely pairing in the universe for me, but you performed it magnificently! Thanks again.
Can I translate some of your drabbles into Russian please? I'll credit and link back to your post. Would you agree to that?
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Date: 2008-04-09 02:25 am (UTC)Thanks. Oh, I don't mind go right ahead.
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Date: 2008-04-09 04:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-09 04:08 am (UTC)