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12 drabbles: Prince of Tennis/F1/FF8/JE.
Misc. drabbles: Prince of Tennis, F1, FF8 and JE fandoms.
1. 'Cashmere'. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fic_faery. Prince of Tennis, Atobe/Shishido, prompt: autumn day/scarves.
In the first year of Junior High, Atobe comes to school on the first day of October wearing a brand new scarf. The school isn't quite into wearing scarves yet - it isn't that cold. But this is Atobe, being the rule his favourite pastime.
"It's made of cashmere," he says, as if it were made of gold. The girls don't really understand what cashmere is, but they fawn over him anyway. Shishido gets fed up, and at the end of school, he pushes Atobe into the mud.
It takes a few days, and Atobe turns up at school with a brand new one. But the satisfaction doesn't diminish, all the same.
In Senior High, Atobe still comes to school every October wearing a different, but expensive, scarf. Shishido has a big shaggy one, which he forgets most of the time, but he doesn't like scarves anyway.
"It's cashmere," he says, when he sees Atobe coming.
"Fuck off," Atobe says. Then, as teachers pass, they bow their heads respectfully. "You don't even know what cashmere is, you cretin."
"It's a pussy magnet," Shishido says.
"For fuck's sake," Oshitari says. He's jogging up behind them, putting out a cigarette. "Nobody's said that since 1972."
"That's probably where Atobe's scarf comes from," Shishido says. "It looks like something my grandmother would wear."
"Your grandmother was my age in 1972?" Atobe quips. "Your family must be-"
"Do you want to get pushed in the mud again, princess?"
In November, the weather takes a turn. The air turns from refreshing to arctic, seemingly overnight. People huddle together on trains, the glass is full of condensation. Shishido shoves his hands in his pockets, trying to force back a shiver. Atobe stands next to him, all that fucking cashmere, keeping him warm. He doesn't say anything.
Shishido rubs his hands together, blows on them. "Fuck's sake," he says, under his breath.
Atobe rolls his eyes, carefully unwraps the scarf from his neck. Shishido pulls a face, but Atobe leans closer, nonetheless. He wraps the scarf around Shishido's neck, tucks it in.
Shishido goes back to looking out of the window. Then, his lips quirk. "Feeling more attracted to me?" he asks. "It's made of cashmere, you know."
2. 'Tap That'. For4_03_am. JE, Yamapi/Jin, prompt: cooking.
Yamapi and Jin don't really cook. Which isn't to say that they can't, or that they physically don't cook. It's to say that their version of cooking isn't the way other people cook. One of them is assigned to the recipe, which gets altered as they go along. The other is responsible for the ingredients, the preparation and measuring and suchlike. They're both responsible for eating things as they go along, which screws up the measuring and means that the recipe must too be altered. Cooking with Yamapi and Jin is a tricky affair. They don't really cook. They cause chaos.
When they try to make chocolate crispies, that's the worst. Yamapi loves them, makes them for all the seasons. In spring, he serves them with mini eggs on top and a little plastic chicken (Jin nearly ate the chicken, too, which took their cooking disasters to a new level). In autumn, he makes Halloween crispies, with orange fondant cream. Jin is responsible for orange fondant cream, mostly because Yamapi's not sure how he makes it. He's melting chocolate and eating it from the pan with a spoon, watching Jin mess on with food colouring and sugar. Jin keeps licking his fingers, putting them into the sugar and then licking them again. Yamapi wants to tell him off but he's doing the same with the chocolate.
Yamapi finishes first, comes up behind Jin and grabs his hand, sucks off some sugary fondant. The food colouring hasn't been added and Jin's fingers are pure white, soft and gooey. Jin is warm, he's wearing pyjama trousers and a vest, but he's warm through them. Yamapi stands behind him and wraps his arms around him, trying to nibble his earlobe. Jin sucks on sugary fingers, feeds Yamapi as little as he can get away with it (greedy sod) and wriggles. Yamapi runs his tongue down the side of Jin's neck, so Jin turns around, sugary sweet, and leans against the kitchen bench.
Something about food makes Yamapi horny, he's noticed. And cooking it is even worse. It's the way it gets all over your hands and your mouth and you just can't stop eating it as you go along, the temptation of it, the sickly indulgence. On his knees in the kitchen, he can feel Jin's sticky little fingers on the side of his head, feel the chocolate in the corners of his lips against Jin's cock. And it's warm, sweet, endlessly, endlessly perfect.
The chocolate crispies, though, they're disastrous. Jin is so sexed-out afterwards, and Yamapi is so smug and so pleased that they forget to add the Rice Crispies. They eat the mounds of chocolate, anyway, smudging fingers and mouths with chocolately, orangey stains.
"I'm a Chocolate Orange," Yamapi says, leaning over to kiss Jin.
"I'd tap that," Jin replies.
3. 'Geography'. Forswtjemz, JE, Yamapi/Jin, prompt: something cute, dorky and sexy.
It's hard for Yamapi to see the pictures in the paper. Jin's arrival at the airport: clothes unkempt and slept-in, hair uncut, limbs relaxed. He looks like a different person. Had it not been for their being famous, Yamapi would have met him there. Wrapped him up in a hug, took him home for sleep and, later, sex.
It's hard for Yamapi to see the press conference, hear that voice tangle itself around a different language. The need for sleep in Jin's eyes cancelled out by the excitement on his face. Yamapi wants to be there, too. To say something, or just to hear Jin say words into his ear. Just to hear his voice, not through the television or the 'phone. To see his face, in the flesh.
The first time they meet up is a whole week later, once Jin's got all the band stuff done. Yamapi doesn't ask about work. He waits at his apartment. They stand in the kitchen, Yamapi just looking. Taking in what's new.
"I got you something," Jin says. He's bought Yamapi Mickey Mouse ears. Yamapi always wanted to go to Disneyland, Florida. They'd never made it there. He puts them on, grins at Jin.
"Have you got me something?" Jin asks. He's pushing his luck, but the naughty look on his face, that says that he well knows it.
Yamapi just nods. They go into the bedroom. Laughing, Jin lets Yamapi undress him. "Expensive," he says about Jin's shirt, his jeans. "American. Oh, that slogan is pretty rude."
Jin lets Yamapi flatten his hair down, back to the way he remembers it, the night in Yamapi's bed before Jin left. Six months ago. Jin looks at Yamapi, undresses him back. Nothing has changed. The same scent on the neckline of his shirt, the same feeling of warmth on the line of his jeans. The necklace that hangs against his bare chest is the same one he wore six months ago. And when Jin presses against Yamapi, it makes him feel like himself again.
Yamapi keeps the ears on as Jin fucks him, partly because he forgets and partly because he doesn't care. He and Jin are like that. Until Jin's hand goes up and takes them off, until he lifts Yamapi up into his lap and lets him writhe there so that they can look at each other. It's the looking at each other, that's what centres him. That's what grounds him.
When Jin arrived into Narita, there were landmarks that made sense and things he'd seen before but he's seen so many airports and so many buildings that coming home was just another journey. With his best friend in his lap, the same posters on the wall, the same bedsheet underneath him -- that's what tells Jin that he's home.
4. 'Chequered Flag'. Forwintersjuly, JE, Yamapi/Jin, prompt: Formula 1.
Kazuki Nakajima," Yamapi says. "Kazuki fucking Nakajima. What's he doing? He's going too slowly!"
Jin looks up from Yamapi's PSP, his hand in the popcorn. "Huh? Who? What?"
Yamapi hits him with a cushion. "He's Japanese! This is his first race!"
"Oh," Jin says. "I don't think he should be fucking whilst driving."
"I'm going to take the popcorn away from you."
Jin looks at Yamapi, laughing. Yamapi tickles his foot. Jin shakes his head, making little yelps, and squirms to get away. He falls over the arm of the sofa and lies down on the floor, playing dead. Yamapi shrugs and steals the popcorn, munches on it so loudly that Jin's forced to peek over the sofa-arm, cross.
"I hope he retires," he says.
"He won't retire," Yamapi says. "The universe doesn't take advice from you."
A lap later, Kazuki Nakajima mows down two of his mechanics. Jin laughs so much that he kicks the popcorn over. Yamapi starts to pick it up, on his hands and knees on the floor, but Jin's lying there and, well, Yamapi finds that there's better things to do.
Nakajima finishes tenth, in the end. He crosses the finish line without Yamapi's support. Yamapi lies down on his bed beside Jin, exhausted and grinning. Jin tries to lie on top of him.
"I think that performance was enough to put me on pole," he says, unashamedly sentimental, unabashedly cheerful.
5. '10th Man Down'. Forvanillafire, JE, Yamapi/Ryo, prompt: RyoPi attacking each other with nerf guns.
The thing about Ryo is that when it comes to games, ones that are violent or stupid, he tends to win. He's little, nimble, crafty. That and he can't bear to lose. He's like a bear with a sore head when he loses. Mostly, his bandmates let him win, but he's not bothered that they do. A victory is a victory.
It starts on an uneventful Wednesday. Ryo is standing at the foot of the stairs, mug of coffee in one hand, paper in the other. He's tired and he's talking to Shige through the wall, so he doesn't hear Yamapi above him. Yamapi drops a ping-pong ball, which lands in Ryo's coffee. The impish laugh gives him away, and Ryo thinks for a second. He puts his coffee down on the floor, throws the paper away and races up the stairs.
Yamapi is hiding behind his bedroom door, brandishing a nerf gun (the Super Soakers got confiscated after Shige's wallpaper started to fall down). Ryo takes it, arms it, fires a shot at the door. Yamapi laughs at the noise, points his own gun around the door, tentatively fires. The ball shoots out and rolls down the stairs.
"Oi!" Shige says. "I nearly fell over that!"
Whilst Ryo turns around in surprise, Yamapi runs out from his room and then, he's not quick enough to escape, so then it's really on. Ryo fires one ball into the back of his head, as he flees for the bathroom. Yamapi gets one into Ryo's chest, a perfect shot as Ryo runs downwards him. Ryo catches him by the back of his jeans, swings him around and yanks him out, pressing him up against the bathroom door.
"Surrender," Ryo says. He looks wicked and as if he's locked onto a target himself. He throws the gun down.
Yamapi catches his breath, pink cheeks, dark eyes. There's a big, wide grin on his face as he nods.
6. 'Bounty'. Forwinteresque, JE, Ryo/Yamapi/Jin, prompt: coconuts.
"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts," Jin sings. "There they are standing in a row."
Ryo yawns, like a lion, and props himself up. Yamapi is half-asleep on his shoulder and he grunts at him, "Stop moving."
"Stop him from singing."
"Can't," Yamapi says, stretching and opening his eyes. "He's stuck like that until he can get the song out of his head."
"Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head," Jin sings.
"If they're as big as your head, they're tiny," Ryo scoffs.
"He'll go back a verse, if you insult him." Yamapi says. The spectacle waking him up, he sits up and arranges the pillows. The bed has been lonely without Jin, the little spots worn in where Ryo sleeps and where Yamapi sleeps, and the giant space between them now filled again. It's nice to have Jin back. Even if he is Americanised.
"Standing in a row," Jin agrees.
"Coconuts don't stand!" Ryo splutters. "This song is stupid. He's back from America and the first thing he does is sing me a stupid song about coconuts. He has some serious cocksucking to be getting on with."
Yamapi laughs. "Jin," he says. "Ryo wants you to appreciate his coconuts."
"Give 'em a twist, a flick of the wrist, that's what the showman said," Jin sings. Then, "Really?"
Yamapi nods. Jin looks at Ryo. He grins. "You do have nice coconuts," he says. He climbs over the bed, lies down and takes Ryo's underwear gently with him. Yamapi watches him, starting to suck. Jin watches Yamapi, watching. And Yamapi slowly strokes Jin's hair as Ryo's head falls back.
7. 'Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You'. Forlilmatchgirl007. JE, Jin/Kame, prompt: Jin having something to say about Kame finding Jude Law sexy.
"You're so obvious," Jin says, later. "Jude Law. Like everyone who's gay doesn't say Jude Law."
"Everyone says Johnny Depp, actually," Kame says. He's trying to light a cigarette, but Jin's lighter is broken again.
"No, they-"
"Besides, what about you? Angelina Jolie. All the girls say her."
"Does that mean that I'm a lesbian?" Jin says. He looks confused. He lights his own cigarette, and then uses it to light Kame's. They smoke, and ponder.
"I hope not," Kame says. "Do you feel like a lesbian?"
"I'd love one," Jin quips. "I think I laid it on a bit thick."
"With the 'I don't want a man ever ever ever ever!!'? I think so." Kame sounds amused. "It was cute. I liked it."
Jin turns over, looks at Kame. "Did you want to say me?"
Kame nods. "Actually, I wanted to say Yamapi. Just to see if you'd get pissed off and jealous."
Jin contemplates. "I'd probably ask for a threesome."
Kame sighs. "You have an answer for everything."
Jin laughs, gets ash on the duvet cover. "I'm never going abroad again. Nobody was here to stop you fancying Jude Law. Someone should have done an intervention."
"Don't go abroad again," Kame says. "Just stay here."
A week later, after some thorough investigation, Jin decides that he might be able to make something of this, after all. He leaves the DVD Closer on Kame's bed, alongside a short, pink wig.
8. 'Luggage'. Formangacat, FF8, prompt: As long as it has Squall in, have free reign with whatever comes to mind.
Two days after they win the war, Squall is officially offered Cid's post. It doesn't come as a surprise, but Squall's refusal does. Or, more so, the honesty with which he refuses.
Quistis brings up the subject with him, only because she's offered it next and it smarts a bit, not to be the first choice. Squall's taken on the role of Commander, instead. It suits him, but that's not the point.
"I'm not ready," he says. She has a drink in her hand, takes a sip, glad for a moment's pause. Then, she says, "You'd have help. You wouldn't have to be alone."
"No," Squall says, reflection squeezed into a millisecond. "I'm not ready." And it's enough, somehow, coming from him. Since Rinoa, since everything, Squall seems to know more about himself, every day.
Three weeks later, Seifer turns up. It doesn't come as a surprise, but Quistis' refusal does. Or, more so, the brutality with which she refuses.
"We're not ready for this," she says. "Have you grown up? Have you moved on? Are you just here for revenge, or-"
"I'm not here for anything or anyone," Seifer says. "A lot is in the past. I just want a second chance. I'm not going to beg."
"This is why I didn't want the job," Squall says, slightly wry. Rinoa is listening, doing her best to keep out of it. Quistis puts her head in her hands.
"If Garden takes him on," she says. "It'll look as if we condone his actions. It's too soon. We're not ready."
Seifer stands outside Squall's office, doing his best not to look inside. He looks drawn, like a beaten dog. Squall's gaze rests on him. It's not a look fraught with tension, adrenaline, anger -- anything Quistis used to see in him.
"What do you think?" she says.
"I think that we allowed Cid to go on holiday with Edea," Squall says. "You're not ready, fine. But Garden shouldn't look hypocritical. You got your job because Cid wanted to go sun himself with a woman guilty of the same crime as Seifer. It's that simple."
When she leaves, Quistis looks at Seifer, hard. "Have you got luggage?"
"No," he says. He looks through the glass, for the first time. "I left it all behind me."
9. 'Trick Or Treat'. Forforeword, JE, prompt: KAT-TUN & NEWS HAVE A SLEEPOVER.
It takes drawing straws and a little bit of negotiation to sort the rooms out: Koki and Maru, Jin and Yamapi, Tego and Massu, Shige and Koyama, Ueda and Junno, Ryo and Kame. There's beds, but most of them bunk down on the floor. It's cosier, like being kids again. Halloween wasn't a big thing when they were young, but Japan embraces most of the Western celebrations now.
They bundle up in the same room until two in the morning, watching horror films, telling silly stories, nostalgic. Koki interrupts them every time it gets too sentimental, with a ghost story or a dirty joke. Sometimes a bit of both. Jin laughs a lot at him, Yamapi rubbing his the small of his back in the dark, where nobody else can see.
Massu tickles Tego, when it goes quiet, and Tego screeches. It makes everybody jump, and Massu laugh like a drain. Everyone pulls Jin's hair in the dark, because they know he's the one who'll think it's a ghost, time after time.
Slowly, one by one, they fall asleep. All in the same room, more or less, because the films have scared them all to death and there's safety in numbers. Only Koki and Ryo are awake, neither of them aware of the other, listening to their own iPods in the darkness. There's the brushing of blankets, but each of them assume it's one of the other's turning over. It's only when the noises start that they both look over, startled, two pairs of apprehensive eyes meeting across the room.
Koki's the only one brave enough to move, slowly, for his 'cell phone. He grabs it, nods once at Ryo, and then holds down a key to light up the room. All they see is Jin, on his tummy, eyes closed. And Yamapi, above him. There's a blanket over them both, but it doesn't make much difference.
Ryo's jaw drops. It's the only time Koki's seen him speechless. Yamapi looks over, startled. Jin doesn't notice, Yamapi hits him on the head.
"This isn't what it looks like," Yamapi says.
Jin cracks open a eye, whining, "Well, it was. It isn't now."
Koki is covering his face. Ryo finally finds his mouth, at last. "What is it, then?!" he squawks. This band. This life.
"Yamapi asked me if I wanted a trick or a treat," Jin says. "I chose a treat."
10. 'Prized'. Forpeacock, F1, Alonso/Raikkonen, prompt: friction.
It's the talk of the paddock that Hamilton and Alonso, they're the teammates to watch this season. Not for the championship, so much as for the fireworks. Kimi doesn't take as much interest in interpersonal relationships as the other drivers, but even he's aware that the odds are on Hamilton and Alonso to sleep together before the season is out.
It's a bit of a shame, really, because it's the one thing he and Alonso never came through on. There's always been suggestion, of course. Fighting for championships and that, it lends itself well to such suggestions. You get to skip the small talk, and many a tryst has occurred on adrenaline alone, not much thought. They all but promised it'd happen, one of these days. And when Alonso took Kimi's seat, when he was at the factory and testing and asking Kimi's advice on set-up before he even knew Kimi was Ferrari-bound, Kimi thought it was a dead-cert. Alonso wanted Kimi at McLaren. He wasn't even subtle about it.
And Hamilton turned up, talented and cocksure and lucky. Kimi saw Alonso's eyes light up at the thought of it: the thought of having a talented number 2, besotted with him. The ways he could turn Lewis, the way he could take him under his wing. He could foster a future champion. But Alonso wasn't ready to give up the limelight, much less have it stolen from him, and Lewis didn't want to be under anybody's wing. Alonso's bed, maybe. But not beneath Alonso. Never beneath Alonso.
Kimi wonders if it would have been the same, had he remained at McLaren. Whether he and Alonso would have wound up hating each other as much as Alonso and Hamilton do now. He isn't sure. The only thing he is sure of is that they're distracted enough together for him to take the championship. The only thing more distracting than shagging is arguing, Kimi knows that first-hand. And Alonso and Hamilton, they're practically divorcing the McLaren team, mid-season.
"I'm going to take this title," he whispers in Alonso's ear. At one race or another, maybe at all of them. They talk a lot on the podium, cheekily and in a way that could get them in serious trouble if their bosses overhead.
"Are you fuck," Alonso says. "This one's mine. I'm playing a game, and I'm winning."
"If I take the title," Kimi says. "I want it to happen. I want it to actually happen."
"I'm not being your fucking prize," Alonso says.
"If you win your game, you won't have to be."
"I'm going to win it."
Alonso comes to the Ferrari party at Interlagos. He bears the jokes from the mechanics, the engineers, as he walks in -- "come to steal cocktail recipes?", they say. They're too drunk for it to mean anything.
He does a circle of the room, expecting at any moment to see Kimi on the floor. He's nowhere to be seen. So Alonso helps himself to alcohol, waiting. Ten minutes, and he'll go. That's as much submission as Kimi knows to expect, after all.
"Boo," Kimi says, coming up from behind. He looks as sober as he did on the podium: eyes bright, alive. Alonso thinks, well, fuck.
"Are you sober?" He says, startled.
Kimi just looks at him. "Of course. You don't get the champagne until the prize is in your hands."
11. 'Diet Coke Of Evil'. Forasinful, JE, Ryo/Shige, prompt: Something in where Ryo embarrasses Shige and Shige decides to turn the tables on him (and probably fails miserably).
All of NEWS play practical jokes. It's what they do. It's what any group of young guys do together, Shige guesses. But Ryo, Ryo is different. Ryo doesn't play practical jokes: he plays tricks. Evil ones. His practical jokes have bells on. And Shige, well. Shige's his preferred target.
He's done all of the typical ones: water bucket above the door, treacle in Shige's shoes, swapping his trousers with Tego's during a costume change, swapping shampoo for yoghurt. These are all just simple, practical jokes. The tricks he's played, they've been far worse. Once, when Shige was about to go on a date, Ryo changed his ringtone to Who Let The Dogs Out and called him right as they were about to share a goodnight kiss.
It's things like that that separate the men from the boys: the Ryo from the NEWS. But Shige has had enough, one day. He decides to get even.
He waits until they're introduced, backstage, he and Leah Dizon. And when Ryo jogs up excitedly, Shige whispers to her, "Oh, be nice to him. He's got such a crush on you."
Of course, it doesn't work. She says that she already knows, Ryo's kind of obvious -- and Ryo thanks Shige for trying to set them up. It's hopeless. Ryo thinks that he cares, that he wants him to get laid, not that he's trying to ruin his sex life the way Ryo ruined his. Shige sucks. He can't even be mean properly.
"You're not that bad," Ryo says, when Shige confesses all. "I mean, you're not evil enough to be like me. You should just give up now."
"Thanks," Shige says. "Thanks a lot."
"You can be pretty mean, though," Ryo says. "Ignoring me like you do."
"I don't ignore you!" Shige says. "You're impossible to ignore!"
"I only play tricks on you because I want you to be pay attention to me," Ryo says, grinning. "You don't pay attention to me otherwise."
"Why do you want me to pay attention to you?"
"Because, stupid," Ryo says. "Leah Dizon isn't the only person I have a crush on."
12. 'weeeeary'. Forkarinberry, JE, Tego/Massu, prompt: ANYTHING WITH TEGOSHI. MAYBE WITH SOME MASSU.
Tego can't sleep. That's what filming videos does to him. Concerts are different, during concerts there's feedback. You dance and you sing for an audience, there's a buzz. There's appreciation, excitement, a swell of energy. It's all real and live and exhausting. Filming videos, that's performing for an inanimate object. You have to wait days to find out if you were any good. He's sitting up in bed, watching the television in the dark. Every nerve is on edge. Every last, tiny fucking nerve.
Massu sleeps like the dead. All the time, regardless of what's happened that day. He's very good at sleep. Tego isn't good at sleep, and he thinks that Massu steals his. Massu is also good at stealing the duvet, which means that Tego is cold as well as awake. The news is depressing, the comedy shows inane. Tego is bored.
He nudges Massu with his foot.
"Wha," Massu says. "Is it morning? Wha?"
"No," Tego says. He lies back down, rests his cheek on Massu's shoulder. "I can't sleep."
"I was asleep," Massu complains. "Go and have a bath."
"I don't want to,"
"I'm going back to sleep."
"Okay. Sorry."
Tego strokes Massu's stomach in a way that isn't sorry, at all. He has his hand under his t-shirt, then just under the waistband of his boxers. Definitely, definitely not sorry.
"Tego-"
"It'd help me sleep. Promise."
Massu turns over, looks at him in the dark. Tego has big, dark eyes and his hair is all rumpled. He looks exhausted but sort of tingly. He can't stop tapping on the bedsheet. Massu moves over and above him, so that Tego lies down on his back, looking more smug than anyone has any right to look.
Massu places his lips on Tego's shoulder, feels the grasp of fingers in his hair, mutters something. Tego laughs.
Two hours later, Massu is still awake, too horny still to sleep. Tego sleeps like the dead beside him, half on him but Massu can't sleep. He puts the news on, depressing. The comedy shows, urgh, unbearable. He sighs, and picks up yesterday's newspaper.
1. 'Cashmere'. For
fic_faery. Prince of Tennis, Atobe/Shishido, prompt: autumn day/scarves.In the first year of Junior High, Atobe comes to school on the first day of October wearing a brand new scarf. The school isn't quite into wearing scarves yet - it isn't that cold. But this is Atobe, being the rule his favourite pastime.
"It's made of cashmere," he says, as if it were made of gold. The girls don't really understand what cashmere is, but they fawn over him anyway. Shishido gets fed up, and at the end of school, he pushes Atobe into the mud.
It takes a few days, and Atobe turns up at school with a brand new one. But the satisfaction doesn't diminish, all the same.
In Senior High, Atobe still comes to school every October wearing a different, but expensive, scarf. Shishido has a big shaggy one, which he forgets most of the time, but he doesn't like scarves anyway.
"It's cashmere," he says, when he sees Atobe coming.
"Fuck off," Atobe says. Then, as teachers pass, they bow their heads respectfully. "You don't even know what cashmere is, you cretin."
"It's a pussy magnet," Shishido says.
"For fuck's sake," Oshitari says. He's jogging up behind them, putting out a cigarette. "Nobody's said that since 1972."
"That's probably where Atobe's scarf comes from," Shishido says. "It looks like something my grandmother would wear."
"Your grandmother was my age in 1972?" Atobe quips. "Your family must be-"
"Do you want to get pushed in the mud again, princess?"
In November, the weather takes a turn. The air turns from refreshing to arctic, seemingly overnight. People huddle together on trains, the glass is full of condensation. Shishido shoves his hands in his pockets, trying to force back a shiver. Atobe stands next to him, all that fucking cashmere, keeping him warm. He doesn't say anything.
Shishido rubs his hands together, blows on them. "Fuck's sake," he says, under his breath.
Atobe rolls his eyes, carefully unwraps the scarf from his neck. Shishido pulls a face, but Atobe leans closer, nonetheless. He wraps the scarf around Shishido's neck, tucks it in.
Shishido goes back to looking out of the window. Then, his lips quirk. "Feeling more attracted to me?" he asks. "It's made of cashmere, you know."
2. 'Tap That'. For
4_03_am. JE, Yamapi/Jin, prompt: cooking.Yamapi and Jin don't really cook. Which isn't to say that they can't, or that they physically don't cook. It's to say that their version of cooking isn't the way other people cook. One of them is assigned to the recipe, which gets altered as they go along. The other is responsible for the ingredients, the preparation and measuring and suchlike. They're both responsible for eating things as they go along, which screws up the measuring and means that the recipe must too be altered. Cooking with Yamapi and Jin is a tricky affair. They don't really cook. They cause chaos.
When they try to make chocolate crispies, that's the worst. Yamapi loves them, makes them for all the seasons. In spring, he serves them with mini eggs on top and a little plastic chicken (Jin nearly ate the chicken, too, which took their cooking disasters to a new level). In autumn, he makes Halloween crispies, with orange fondant cream. Jin is responsible for orange fondant cream, mostly because Yamapi's not sure how he makes it. He's melting chocolate and eating it from the pan with a spoon, watching Jin mess on with food colouring and sugar. Jin keeps licking his fingers, putting them into the sugar and then licking them again. Yamapi wants to tell him off but he's doing the same with the chocolate.
Yamapi finishes first, comes up behind Jin and grabs his hand, sucks off some sugary fondant. The food colouring hasn't been added and Jin's fingers are pure white, soft and gooey. Jin is warm, he's wearing pyjama trousers and a vest, but he's warm through them. Yamapi stands behind him and wraps his arms around him, trying to nibble his earlobe. Jin sucks on sugary fingers, feeds Yamapi as little as he can get away with it (greedy sod) and wriggles. Yamapi runs his tongue down the side of Jin's neck, so Jin turns around, sugary sweet, and leans against the kitchen bench.
Something about food makes Yamapi horny, he's noticed. And cooking it is even worse. It's the way it gets all over your hands and your mouth and you just can't stop eating it as you go along, the temptation of it, the sickly indulgence. On his knees in the kitchen, he can feel Jin's sticky little fingers on the side of his head, feel the chocolate in the corners of his lips against Jin's cock. And it's warm, sweet, endlessly, endlessly perfect.
The chocolate crispies, though, they're disastrous. Jin is so sexed-out afterwards, and Yamapi is so smug and so pleased that they forget to add the Rice Crispies. They eat the mounds of chocolate, anyway, smudging fingers and mouths with chocolately, orangey stains.
"I'm a Chocolate Orange," Yamapi says, leaning over to kiss Jin.
"I'd tap that," Jin replies.
3. 'Geography'. For
swtjemz, JE, Yamapi/Jin, prompt: something cute, dorky and sexy.It's hard for Yamapi to see the pictures in the paper. Jin's arrival at the airport: clothes unkempt and slept-in, hair uncut, limbs relaxed. He looks like a different person. Had it not been for their being famous, Yamapi would have met him there. Wrapped him up in a hug, took him home for sleep and, later, sex.
It's hard for Yamapi to see the press conference, hear that voice tangle itself around a different language. The need for sleep in Jin's eyes cancelled out by the excitement on his face. Yamapi wants to be there, too. To say something, or just to hear Jin say words into his ear. Just to hear his voice, not through the television or the 'phone. To see his face, in the flesh.
The first time they meet up is a whole week later, once Jin's got all the band stuff done. Yamapi doesn't ask about work. He waits at his apartment. They stand in the kitchen, Yamapi just looking. Taking in what's new.
"I got you something," Jin says. He's bought Yamapi Mickey Mouse ears. Yamapi always wanted to go to Disneyland, Florida. They'd never made it there. He puts them on, grins at Jin.
"Have you got me something?" Jin asks. He's pushing his luck, but the naughty look on his face, that says that he well knows it.
Yamapi just nods. They go into the bedroom. Laughing, Jin lets Yamapi undress him. "Expensive," he says about Jin's shirt, his jeans. "American. Oh, that slogan is pretty rude."
Jin lets Yamapi flatten his hair down, back to the way he remembers it, the night in Yamapi's bed before Jin left. Six months ago. Jin looks at Yamapi, undresses him back. Nothing has changed. The same scent on the neckline of his shirt, the same feeling of warmth on the line of his jeans. The necklace that hangs against his bare chest is the same one he wore six months ago. And when Jin presses against Yamapi, it makes him feel like himself again.
Yamapi keeps the ears on as Jin fucks him, partly because he forgets and partly because he doesn't care. He and Jin are like that. Until Jin's hand goes up and takes them off, until he lifts Yamapi up into his lap and lets him writhe there so that they can look at each other. It's the looking at each other, that's what centres him. That's what grounds him.
When Jin arrived into Narita, there were landmarks that made sense and things he'd seen before but he's seen so many airports and so many buildings that coming home was just another journey. With his best friend in his lap, the same posters on the wall, the same bedsheet underneath him -- that's what tells Jin that he's home.
4. 'Chequered Flag'. For
wintersjuly, JE, Yamapi/Jin, prompt: Formula 1.Kazuki Nakajima," Yamapi says. "Kazuki fucking Nakajima. What's he doing? He's going too slowly!"
Jin looks up from Yamapi's PSP, his hand in the popcorn. "Huh? Who? What?"
Yamapi hits him with a cushion. "He's Japanese! This is his first race!"
"Oh," Jin says. "I don't think he should be fucking whilst driving."
"I'm going to take the popcorn away from you."
Jin looks at Yamapi, laughing. Yamapi tickles his foot. Jin shakes his head, making little yelps, and squirms to get away. He falls over the arm of the sofa and lies down on the floor, playing dead. Yamapi shrugs and steals the popcorn, munches on it so loudly that Jin's forced to peek over the sofa-arm, cross.
"I hope he retires," he says.
"He won't retire," Yamapi says. "The universe doesn't take advice from you."
A lap later, Kazuki Nakajima mows down two of his mechanics. Jin laughs so much that he kicks the popcorn over. Yamapi starts to pick it up, on his hands and knees on the floor, but Jin's lying there and, well, Yamapi finds that there's better things to do.
Nakajima finishes tenth, in the end. He crosses the finish line without Yamapi's support. Yamapi lies down on his bed beside Jin, exhausted and grinning. Jin tries to lie on top of him.
"I think that performance was enough to put me on pole," he says, unashamedly sentimental, unabashedly cheerful.
5. '10th Man Down'. For
vanillafire, JE, Yamapi/Ryo, prompt: RyoPi attacking each other with nerf guns.The thing about Ryo is that when it comes to games, ones that are violent or stupid, he tends to win. He's little, nimble, crafty. That and he can't bear to lose. He's like a bear with a sore head when he loses. Mostly, his bandmates let him win, but he's not bothered that they do. A victory is a victory.
It starts on an uneventful Wednesday. Ryo is standing at the foot of the stairs, mug of coffee in one hand, paper in the other. He's tired and he's talking to Shige through the wall, so he doesn't hear Yamapi above him. Yamapi drops a ping-pong ball, which lands in Ryo's coffee. The impish laugh gives him away, and Ryo thinks for a second. He puts his coffee down on the floor, throws the paper away and races up the stairs.
Yamapi is hiding behind his bedroom door, brandishing a nerf gun (the Super Soakers got confiscated after Shige's wallpaper started to fall down). Ryo takes it, arms it, fires a shot at the door. Yamapi laughs at the noise, points his own gun around the door, tentatively fires. The ball shoots out and rolls down the stairs.
"Oi!" Shige says. "I nearly fell over that!"
Whilst Ryo turns around in surprise, Yamapi runs out from his room and then, he's not quick enough to escape, so then it's really on. Ryo fires one ball into the back of his head, as he flees for the bathroom. Yamapi gets one into Ryo's chest, a perfect shot as Ryo runs downwards him. Ryo catches him by the back of his jeans, swings him around and yanks him out, pressing him up against the bathroom door.
"Surrender," Ryo says. He looks wicked and as if he's locked onto a target himself. He throws the gun down.
Yamapi catches his breath, pink cheeks, dark eyes. There's a big, wide grin on his face as he nods.
6. 'Bounty'. For
winteresque, JE, Ryo/Yamapi/Jin, prompt: coconuts."I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts," Jin sings. "There they are standing in a row."
Ryo yawns, like a lion, and props himself up. Yamapi is half-asleep on his shoulder and he grunts at him, "Stop moving."
"Stop him from singing."
"Can't," Yamapi says, stretching and opening his eyes. "He's stuck like that until he can get the song out of his head."
"Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head," Jin sings.
"If they're as big as your head, they're tiny," Ryo scoffs.
"He'll go back a verse, if you insult him." Yamapi says. The spectacle waking him up, he sits up and arranges the pillows. The bed has been lonely without Jin, the little spots worn in where Ryo sleeps and where Yamapi sleeps, and the giant space between them now filled again. It's nice to have Jin back. Even if he is Americanised.
"Standing in a row," Jin agrees.
"Coconuts don't stand!" Ryo splutters. "This song is stupid. He's back from America and the first thing he does is sing me a stupid song about coconuts. He has some serious cocksucking to be getting on with."
Yamapi laughs. "Jin," he says. "Ryo wants you to appreciate his coconuts."
"Give 'em a twist, a flick of the wrist, that's what the showman said," Jin sings. Then, "Really?"
Yamapi nods. Jin looks at Ryo. He grins. "You do have nice coconuts," he says. He climbs over the bed, lies down and takes Ryo's underwear gently with him. Yamapi watches him, starting to suck. Jin watches Yamapi, watching. And Yamapi slowly strokes Jin's hair as Ryo's head falls back.
7. 'Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You'. For
lilmatchgirl007. JE, Jin/Kame, prompt: Jin having something to say about Kame finding Jude Law sexy."You're so obvious," Jin says, later. "Jude Law. Like everyone who's gay doesn't say Jude Law."
"Everyone says Johnny Depp, actually," Kame says. He's trying to light a cigarette, but Jin's lighter is broken again.
"No, they-"
"Besides, what about you? Angelina Jolie. All the girls say her."
"Does that mean that I'm a lesbian?" Jin says. He looks confused. He lights his own cigarette, and then uses it to light Kame's. They smoke, and ponder.
"I hope not," Kame says. "Do you feel like a lesbian?"
"I'd love one," Jin quips. "I think I laid it on a bit thick."
"With the 'I don't want a man ever ever ever ever!!'? I think so." Kame sounds amused. "It was cute. I liked it."
Jin turns over, looks at Kame. "Did you want to say me?"
Kame nods. "Actually, I wanted to say Yamapi. Just to see if you'd get pissed off and jealous."
Jin contemplates. "I'd probably ask for a threesome."
Kame sighs. "You have an answer for everything."
Jin laughs, gets ash on the duvet cover. "I'm never going abroad again. Nobody was here to stop you fancying Jude Law. Someone should have done an intervention."
"Don't go abroad again," Kame says. "Just stay here."
A week later, after some thorough investigation, Jin decides that he might be able to make something of this, after all. He leaves the DVD Closer on Kame's bed, alongside a short, pink wig.
8. 'Luggage'. For
mangacat, FF8, prompt: As long as it has Squall in, have free reign with whatever comes to mind.Two days after they win the war, Squall is officially offered Cid's post. It doesn't come as a surprise, but Squall's refusal does. Or, more so, the honesty with which he refuses.
Quistis brings up the subject with him, only because she's offered it next and it smarts a bit, not to be the first choice. Squall's taken on the role of Commander, instead. It suits him, but that's not the point.
"I'm not ready," he says. She has a drink in her hand, takes a sip, glad for a moment's pause. Then, she says, "You'd have help. You wouldn't have to be alone."
"No," Squall says, reflection squeezed into a millisecond. "I'm not ready." And it's enough, somehow, coming from him. Since Rinoa, since everything, Squall seems to know more about himself, every day.
Three weeks later, Seifer turns up. It doesn't come as a surprise, but Quistis' refusal does. Or, more so, the brutality with which she refuses.
"We're not ready for this," she says. "Have you grown up? Have you moved on? Are you just here for revenge, or-"
"I'm not here for anything or anyone," Seifer says. "A lot is in the past. I just want a second chance. I'm not going to beg."
"This is why I didn't want the job," Squall says, slightly wry. Rinoa is listening, doing her best to keep out of it. Quistis puts her head in her hands.
"If Garden takes him on," she says. "It'll look as if we condone his actions. It's too soon. We're not ready."
Seifer stands outside Squall's office, doing his best not to look inside. He looks drawn, like a beaten dog. Squall's gaze rests on him. It's not a look fraught with tension, adrenaline, anger -- anything Quistis used to see in him.
"What do you think?" she says.
"I think that we allowed Cid to go on holiday with Edea," Squall says. "You're not ready, fine. But Garden shouldn't look hypocritical. You got your job because Cid wanted to go sun himself with a woman guilty of the same crime as Seifer. It's that simple."
When she leaves, Quistis looks at Seifer, hard. "Have you got luggage?"
"No," he says. He looks through the glass, for the first time. "I left it all behind me."
9. 'Trick Or Treat'. For
foreword, JE, prompt: KAT-TUN & NEWS HAVE A SLEEPOVER.It takes drawing straws and a little bit of negotiation to sort the rooms out: Koki and Maru, Jin and Yamapi, Tego and Massu, Shige and Koyama, Ueda and Junno, Ryo and Kame. There's beds, but most of them bunk down on the floor. It's cosier, like being kids again. Halloween wasn't a big thing when they were young, but Japan embraces most of the Western celebrations now.
They bundle up in the same room until two in the morning, watching horror films, telling silly stories, nostalgic. Koki interrupts them every time it gets too sentimental, with a ghost story or a dirty joke. Sometimes a bit of both. Jin laughs a lot at him, Yamapi rubbing his the small of his back in the dark, where nobody else can see.
Massu tickles Tego, when it goes quiet, and Tego screeches. It makes everybody jump, and Massu laugh like a drain. Everyone pulls Jin's hair in the dark, because they know he's the one who'll think it's a ghost, time after time.
Slowly, one by one, they fall asleep. All in the same room, more or less, because the films have scared them all to death and there's safety in numbers. Only Koki and Ryo are awake, neither of them aware of the other, listening to their own iPods in the darkness. There's the brushing of blankets, but each of them assume it's one of the other's turning over. It's only when the noises start that they both look over, startled, two pairs of apprehensive eyes meeting across the room.
Koki's the only one brave enough to move, slowly, for his 'cell phone. He grabs it, nods once at Ryo, and then holds down a key to light up the room. All they see is Jin, on his tummy, eyes closed. And Yamapi, above him. There's a blanket over them both, but it doesn't make much difference.
Ryo's jaw drops. It's the only time Koki's seen him speechless. Yamapi looks over, startled. Jin doesn't notice, Yamapi hits him on the head.
"This isn't what it looks like," Yamapi says.
Jin cracks open a eye, whining, "Well, it was. It isn't now."
Koki is covering his face. Ryo finally finds his mouth, at last. "What is it, then?!" he squawks. This band. This life.
"Yamapi asked me if I wanted a trick or a treat," Jin says. "I chose a treat."
10. 'Prized'. For
peacock, F1, Alonso/Raikkonen, prompt: friction.It's the talk of the paddock that Hamilton and Alonso, they're the teammates to watch this season. Not for the championship, so much as for the fireworks. Kimi doesn't take as much interest in interpersonal relationships as the other drivers, but even he's aware that the odds are on Hamilton and Alonso to sleep together before the season is out.
It's a bit of a shame, really, because it's the one thing he and Alonso never came through on. There's always been suggestion, of course. Fighting for championships and that, it lends itself well to such suggestions. You get to skip the small talk, and many a tryst has occurred on adrenaline alone, not much thought. They all but promised it'd happen, one of these days. And when Alonso took Kimi's seat, when he was at the factory and testing and asking Kimi's advice on set-up before he even knew Kimi was Ferrari-bound, Kimi thought it was a dead-cert. Alonso wanted Kimi at McLaren. He wasn't even subtle about it.
And Hamilton turned up, talented and cocksure and lucky. Kimi saw Alonso's eyes light up at the thought of it: the thought of having a talented number 2, besotted with him. The ways he could turn Lewis, the way he could take him under his wing. He could foster a future champion. But Alonso wasn't ready to give up the limelight, much less have it stolen from him, and Lewis didn't want to be under anybody's wing. Alonso's bed, maybe. But not beneath Alonso. Never beneath Alonso.
Kimi wonders if it would have been the same, had he remained at McLaren. Whether he and Alonso would have wound up hating each other as much as Alonso and Hamilton do now. He isn't sure. The only thing he is sure of is that they're distracted enough together for him to take the championship. The only thing more distracting than shagging is arguing, Kimi knows that first-hand. And Alonso and Hamilton, they're practically divorcing the McLaren team, mid-season.
"I'm going to take this title," he whispers in Alonso's ear. At one race or another, maybe at all of them. They talk a lot on the podium, cheekily and in a way that could get them in serious trouble if their bosses overhead.
"Are you fuck," Alonso says. "This one's mine. I'm playing a game, and I'm winning."
"If I take the title," Kimi says. "I want it to happen. I want it to actually happen."
"I'm not being your fucking prize," Alonso says.
"If you win your game, you won't have to be."
"I'm going to win it."
Alonso comes to the Ferrari party at Interlagos. He bears the jokes from the mechanics, the engineers, as he walks in -- "come to steal cocktail recipes?", they say. They're too drunk for it to mean anything.
He does a circle of the room, expecting at any moment to see Kimi on the floor. He's nowhere to be seen. So Alonso helps himself to alcohol, waiting. Ten minutes, and he'll go. That's as much submission as Kimi knows to expect, after all.
"Boo," Kimi says, coming up from behind. He looks as sober as he did on the podium: eyes bright, alive. Alonso thinks, well, fuck.
"Are you sober?" He says, startled.
Kimi just looks at him. "Of course. You don't get the champagne until the prize is in your hands."
11. 'Diet Coke Of Evil'. For
asinful, JE, Ryo/Shige, prompt: Something in where Ryo embarrasses Shige and Shige decides to turn the tables on him (and probably fails miserably).All of NEWS play practical jokes. It's what they do. It's what any group of young guys do together, Shige guesses. But Ryo, Ryo is different. Ryo doesn't play practical jokes: he plays tricks. Evil ones. His practical jokes have bells on. And Shige, well. Shige's his preferred target.
He's done all of the typical ones: water bucket above the door, treacle in Shige's shoes, swapping his trousers with Tego's during a costume change, swapping shampoo for yoghurt. These are all just simple, practical jokes. The tricks he's played, they've been far worse. Once, when Shige was about to go on a date, Ryo changed his ringtone to Who Let The Dogs Out and called him right as they were about to share a goodnight kiss.
It's things like that that separate the men from the boys: the Ryo from the NEWS. But Shige has had enough, one day. He decides to get even.
He waits until they're introduced, backstage, he and Leah Dizon. And when Ryo jogs up excitedly, Shige whispers to her, "Oh, be nice to him. He's got such a crush on you."
Of course, it doesn't work. She says that she already knows, Ryo's kind of obvious -- and Ryo thanks Shige for trying to set them up. It's hopeless. Ryo thinks that he cares, that he wants him to get laid, not that he's trying to ruin his sex life the way Ryo ruined his. Shige sucks. He can't even be mean properly.
"You're not that bad," Ryo says, when Shige confesses all. "I mean, you're not evil enough to be like me. You should just give up now."
"Thanks," Shige says. "Thanks a lot."
"You can be pretty mean, though," Ryo says. "Ignoring me like you do."
"I don't ignore you!" Shige says. "You're impossible to ignore!"
"I only play tricks on you because I want you to be pay attention to me," Ryo says, grinning. "You don't pay attention to me otherwise."
"Why do you want me to pay attention to you?"
"Because, stupid," Ryo says. "Leah Dizon isn't the only person I have a crush on."
12. 'weeeeary'. For
karinberry, JE, Tego/Massu, prompt: ANYTHING WITH TEGOSHI. MAYBE WITH SOME MASSU.Tego can't sleep. That's what filming videos does to him. Concerts are different, during concerts there's feedback. You dance and you sing for an audience, there's a buzz. There's appreciation, excitement, a swell of energy. It's all real and live and exhausting. Filming videos, that's performing for an inanimate object. You have to wait days to find out if you were any good. He's sitting up in bed, watching the television in the dark. Every nerve is on edge. Every last, tiny fucking nerve.
Massu sleeps like the dead. All the time, regardless of what's happened that day. He's very good at sleep. Tego isn't good at sleep, and he thinks that Massu steals his. Massu is also good at stealing the duvet, which means that Tego is cold as well as awake. The news is depressing, the comedy shows inane. Tego is bored.
He nudges Massu with his foot.
"Wha," Massu says. "Is it morning? Wha?"
"No," Tego says. He lies back down, rests his cheek on Massu's shoulder. "I can't sleep."
"I was asleep," Massu complains. "Go and have a bath."
"I don't want to,"
"I'm going back to sleep."
"Okay. Sorry."
Tego strokes Massu's stomach in a way that isn't sorry, at all. He has his hand under his t-shirt, then just under the waistband of his boxers. Definitely, definitely not sorry.
"Tego-"
"It'd help me sleep. Promise."
Massu turns over, looks at him in the dark. Tego has big, dark eyes and his hair is all rumpled. He looks exhausted but sort of tingly. He can't stop tapping on the bedsheet. Massu moves over and above him, so that Tego lies down on his back, looking more smug than anyone has any right to look.
Massu places his lips on Tego's shoulder, feels the grasp of fingers in his hair, mutters something. Tego laughs.
Two hours later, Massu is still awake, too horny still to sleep. Tego sleeps like the dead beside him, half on him but Massu can't sleep. He puts the news on, depressing. The comedy shows, urgh, unbearable. He sighs, and picks up yesterday's newspaper.
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Yet again you describe Kimi in a way that makes me want to run away and do dirty things to him. You've even made me totally love your Fernando as well. Fantastic summary of the season :)
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Shige _is_ the type that is really smart and eventually the meanest things he can think of are, like, tapping on someone's shoulder and hiding on the other side [and giggling while at it], isn't he?
Haha, so like Massu to do that. <3
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