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partypaprikaI have a little something to say about each, but I'll stick it under the lj cut. Unbeta-ed X D Feel free to concrt
Title: Magic in the Air
Pairing: Koyama/Shige-gen (sorry no slash really here DD : )
Rating: G
Summary: Shige thinks he knows his best friend. Tegoshi might say differently.
Notes: So when I came down Christmas morning, I happened to notice something next to my gift from Santa on the fireplace. Affixed to a stack of papers was a note. "Happy Holidays from the Koyato fairy" the note said. I looked beneath the shimmering note and saw writing on the papers. Imagine my surprise at reading the papers and finding an entire story bequeathed to me from this fairy! I felt it was my duty to relate the story.
P.S. This is for my awesome friend who loves Koyato like no other. I'm so glad that I got to meet you, because you totally put up with my insanity and you even think I'm funny sometimes. I don't think I could ever ask for anything better. You even try Arashi for me. This is also dedicated to the heart-patch and peg-leg wearing children that we will one day have. May they never have to play baseball.
Shige has been best friends with Koyama with quite some time. In fact, one might say that Shige and Koyama are such good friends that they know each other inside and out. Shige knows that when Koyama wakes up in the morning, he valiantly tries to wake up right when his alarm clock goes off. But Koyama doesn’t quite make it past the edge of his bed and so subsequently spends the next ten minutes dreaming that he’s woken up and is finding his clothes for the day. It’s always a bit of a rude shock when the alarm goes off ten minutes after Koyama has hit the snooze button.
Shige also knows what Koyama’s favorite color is (red, but kind of a pinkish vibrant red) and what food he likes best (his mom’s ramen). Which made it more than a little embarrassing that Tegoshi, the self-described harmlessly self-centered one, noticed it first.
He pulls Shige over after a taping for Music Station, Tegoshi’s eyes glancing around to make sure that they’re alone.
“Shige,” he breathes in that way that conveys he is about to impart vast and important knowledge. “Have you noticed anything weird about Kei-chan?” The question catches Shige off guard because he’d been expecting some gleeful gossip or a request to take Tegoshi out for dinner. But Shige shakes his head and tries to think back. Koyama always became a little more enthusiastic around holiday season, but it hadn’t been anything out of the ordinary.
“Not really…” he says slowly, watching Tegoshi’s reaction. Tegoshi frowned a little bit and played with his hands awkwardly for a couple seconds. After a minute of internal debate, Tegoshi nodded to himself.
“Ok,” He said in a stage whisper. “There’s something important that you should know. Koyama is …..magic.” Shige tries not to laugh, waiting for the member-ai punch line. But when Tegoshi sees Shige’s barely concealed smile, he frowns. “I think he’s like a kind of fairy!” Shige waits a minute for the punch line, but when it doesn’t come, he starts laughing.
“Tegoshi,” he says in between hiccupping laughter. “Are you aware that fairies aren’t—”and Tegoshi hastily puts his hand over Shige’s mouth.
“Don’t say it.” Tegoshi says threateningly. “I know that this is true. And why would I lie about this? You’re the only one who would believe me…and who isn’t gullible.” While Shige feels honored by Tegoshi’s trust, the idea of Koyama being a fairy is, well, laughable. (Although Shige realizes that the idea of a tights-wearing, sparkling Koyama fairy really isn’t that far off from reality.)
Despite his tendency to acquiesce to Tegoshi, Shige can’t quite keep a skeptical look off his face.
Tegoshi harrumphs slightly and crosses his arms. “Remember yesterday when we were going to be horrendously late to our taping, and Yamapi was then going to be late to his filming and he was getting really upset?” Shige remembered it perfectly. No one had been sleeping a whole lot lately, Yamapi especially, which made for a slightly hysterical, on the edge leader. The day had been packed full with just about everything, and the early morning traffic had been unexpectedly bad, leading to mass panic. But suddenly, just as everyone reached their despair point, Koyama had punched the air and announced reassuringly that everyone shouldn’t worry, because everything would be just fine.
Almost instantaneously, the traffic had opened up and they’d made it to their taping right on time.
Shige sighed. “Traffic clearing up is not magic. And if it was, that wasn’t necessarily Koyama’s magic.”
Tegoshi just smiles. “Last week Massu forgot to bring his lunch. And then Kei-chan pulled out an extra bento box that he just happened to have from his small bag.” Shige blinked. That had been a little odd. Who really kept an extra bento box in their bag?
“But that’s not necessarily magic. It’s just good luck. Or coincidence.”
Tegoshi sighs as if Shige is being deliberately obtuse. “You know how we all do a group huddle before a concert or an appearance and everyone’s feeling kind of nervous and then once we all touch Kei-chan’s hands, we all calm down? Suddenly everything becomes clear and there’s no worrying. It’s magic. Kei-chan is magic!” He gives Shige a measuring look and then his face breaks out into a smile. “Right?”
Shige finds he can’t help but nod, despite his misgivings. “So even if Koyama is magic, what are we going to do?”
Tegoshi looks shocked for a second. “We’re not going to do anything!” He says in a horrified voice that bespoke of Shige’s insensitivity to the fairy plight. “I just wanted you to know. And isn’t it cool to have a fairy in our band?” With that, Tegoshi gives Shige a big hug and smiles before bounding off, leaving Shige alone in the corner.
“Great.” Shige thinks. “Just great.”
Shige and Koyama take the same train home that night and when they get to the station, it’s full up with all the people running about going to holiday parties. Koyama sighs cheerfully and stands against a corner prepared to wait 15 minutes until their train comes.
Shige stands next to him awkwardly and then says loudly, “It’s so crowded in here. Wouldn’t it be nice if it was less crowded?” He looks expectantly at Koyama.
Koyama nods vigorously. “So many people are excited about the holidays! The holidays are my favorite season,” he starts before launching into a detailed analysis of all of his very favorite holidays. Shige mentally berates himself. What was his expecting? The crowds to magically go away? Tegoshi’s delusions were clearly spreading to him.
When they finally crowd onto the train, Shige really does wish Koyama was a fairy because he’s crowded right between Koyama and a yakuza-looking man. He gulps nervously and makes eyes at Koyama, who’s completely oblivious to Shige’s predicament.
Koyama is focused on an old woman hovering near the seats. She appears to want to ask a teenager sitting down to please move, but hasn’t worked up the courage. Shige watches as Koyama makes an almost imperceptible hand gesture and the teenager promptly gets up and moves, making room for the old woman.
Shige stands there in slack-jawed surprise until Koyama finally turns around to face him. “Shige, are you ok?” He asks worriedly. “You’re acting kind of weird tonight.” Shige sputters and Koyama pats Shige reassuringly.
When Shige gets home, he takes a deep breath and tells himself that what he saw doesn’t equal magic. It could be entirely coincidence. Maybe the hand motion was a secret gang sign that both Koyama and the boy know. Maybe the boy was getting up anyways, and Koyama had a muscle spasm right before the boy was getting up. There’s nothing to link the two together, Shige tells himself. Even if the idea of Koyama being in a gang is even less likely than Koyama being a fairy, it’s still possible. Shige clings to that idea and tries to put everything else outside of his thoughts.
But somehow magic can’t seem to leave his mind, and for the first time in ten years, Shige’s dreams are violent, scary and eerily vivid. Someone chases Shige down and alleyway, shouting magic spells at him. Shige’s pants are torn and his ankle is throbbing with enough intensity to make him think it might be broken. Shige is desperate to escape, the alleyway looks like it’s going to dead end, and there’s someone on his trail right behind Shige.
Right before his follower turns the corner, Shige wakes up in his own bed, surrounded by sweaty sheets. His ankle has become twisted in one of the corners, almost cutting off the circulation and Shige untangles himself, trying to take deep breaths instead of gulps.
Shige can’t shake the paralyzing fear from the dream and he tries not to panic, failing spectacularly. He desperately thinks of Koyama and wishes that his best friend could be there to calm him down and tell him that it’s just a dream.
His phone goes off next to his bed and Shige lunges for it, and there’s Koyama’s name lighting up on the screen.
“Oh Kei,” Shige practically breathes into the phone.
“Sorry for waking you up, Shige, but I was in the area and I really didn’t want to have to go all the way back home. Do you mind if I sleep over at your house tonight?” Shige laugh-sobs into the phone before he composes himself.
“Yes. That’s perfectly fine. Yes, completely.” Koyama must’ve caught the slight hysteria in Shige’s voice, because he asks if Shige is Shige is ok. Shige just laughs it off, the tightness in his chest gone, and tells Koyama to hurry over.
Five minutes later, a sheepish Koyama is knocking at Shige’s door and Shige hugs him tightly. He tells Koyama about the dream and Koyama gives him another big hug, and there’s something about Koyama’s hug and his presence that reassures Shige.
Shige means to ask Koyama about the whole magic thing, but all he gets out once they’re in his bed, tucked in tightly, is a garbled question before he’s fast asleep.
The next morning Shige knows as certainly as he has an imaginary cat that something about Koyama is magical. He tries to brush it off, but it firmly stays in the back of his mind. Shige hears Tegoshi whispering that Koyama is magic and it just seems to stick in there. Shige keep watching Koyama all morning on the train, rehearsal, and lunch, not sure what he’s looking for.
He would pay attention in the afternoon, but Tegoshi comes back to his locker to find his wallet missing, probably left somewhere, and the rest of the day is spent trying to calm Tegoshi down and keep rehearsals on schedule.
While the rest of the members are off showering, Shige takes it upon himself to see if Tegoshi’s wallet has slipped behind the locker or been misplaced into nearby areas. But when he goes back to the locker room, he sees Koyama standing near Tegoshi’s locker.
Shige can’t explain why, but he finds himself hiding behind a set of lockers. He mentally berates himself—he’s not even sure what he’s expecting to see, but he can’t bring himself to move.
Shige watches as Koyama checks around Tegoshi’s locker, presumably for the wallet. When nothing turns up, he checks around him before closing his eyes and holding out one hand. There’s a slight hiss in the air and then Tegoshi’s wallet pops out of the air into Koyama’s hand.
Koyama gently places the wallet into Tegoshi’s locker and wipes his hands together. He smiles at the locker before he punches his fist into the air and says, “Let’s work our hardest!” And then turns and walks out.
Shige just stands there in surprise, unable to get his mind past the wallet when he feels a slight tap on his shoulder. He whirls around, ready to explain himself to Koyama and instead just finds Tegoshi, who nods knowingly at Shige. “See?” Tegoshi says proudly.
When Shige finally manages to confront Koyama about it a couple days later Koyama just laughs and pats Shige affectionately.
“Magic,” he says. “Is just about believing in yourself and those around you. That’s magic.” Shige wants to argue the point, and say there’s no way that’s true, but Koyama is smiling, and probably working that magic of his, so Shige decides to wait until another day.
“How did Tegoshi figure it out first?” Shige grumbles. “I thought I was supposed to be the smart one.” Koyama just laughs harder and then shuts Shige a sneaky grin.
“Well it takes magic to know magic.” Shige wants to ask what that means, but Koyama tickles him and damn those long limbs, Shige can’t do anything to stop him.
Title: Fan Service
Pairing: Tegopi
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Yamapi's not too sure how much more he can take of a Tegoshi who can hip roll excellently--against him at concerts.
Note: This is for another one of (I'd like to think) dear friends. We haven't talked at all recently and there's a lot I want to say and tell you. I miss so much our insane conversations and I wonder how you're doing a lot. I'm not sure how to break our stalemate. But I do care about you deeply. I wish I were one of those awesomely talented writers who could create a piece that says exactly how I feel. But I can't. So you get fluffy Tegopi.
Yamapi isn’t one for overt public displays of affection. There’s a difference between fan service and actually groping your boyfriend with the clear intention towards taking it further in front of a crowd. One he’s been doing since the age of 13 and the other is something he’d rather just do in a slightly less populated venue.
Unfortunately, certain boyfriends have issues with understanding the difference between mostly innocent fan service and rubbing against someone as if they were a pole and said boyfriend happened to be a really horny cat.
They’re at a live and Tegoshi just can’t seem to keep the grinding down, he’s pressed up to Yamapi and their jeans are rubbing together and creating this glorious friction. Yamapi wants nothing more than to push Tegoshi over the nearest flat surface and proceed to ravish him. But the fact that there are about three thousand excited fans surrounding them on all sides is a slight impediment.
So Yamapi forces himself to focus on the lyrics to Weeeek and waving to his adoring fans. Not on his (very noticeable, he’s sure) erection, not on the fact that Tegoshi is smiling in that mysteriously seductive way and most definitely not on the fact that Tegoshi is still rubbing against him—his hips rolling forcefully against Yamapi’s.
They finish the song, everyone’s arms around everyone, and the crowd thunders their applause. News walks off and Ryo starts talking to Yamapi about their schedule for tomorrow. But all Yamapi can think about is pushing Tegoshi into a nearby dressing room.
Meanwhile, Tegoshi is giggling pleasantly with Massu. Yamapi grits his teeth and thinks to himself that this has got to end.
That night, when Tegoshi and Yamapi get back to Yamapi’s apartment and Tegoshi’s collarbones has had some new reddish/puple-ish spots added to it, Yamapi brings it up.
“I’ve been thinking…” he starts. Tegoshi has sidled up to him and now puts his head on Yamapi’s chest, his cheek flat against Yamapi. “It’s sometimes really hard when you go overboard on fan service.”
Tegoshi instantly sits up. “You don’t like it when we fan service?” he asks, his voice dangerously quiet. Yamapi knows that this is a loaded question. And yet he can’t help but answer, “It puts me in a difficult situation.” Before Yamapi can even think to explain or extricate himself, Tegoshi goes over and turns off the lights before lying down at the very edge of the bed, facing away from Yamapi.
Yamapi starts speaking, but Tegoshi just pulls the covers over his head and burrows under the pillow.
When Yamapi wakes up the next morning, Tegoshi is back to his normal self. He wakes Yamapi up with a slow, breathless kiss that leaves Yamapi to assume that the previous night is forgotten.
Once Yamapi and Tegoshi get to work, he realizes just how wrong he is.
The next week is a trial of sorts. Tegoshi decides to act like a stripper with everyone else in News except for Yamapi. At home, Tegoshi is the same as always, bubbly, cheerful and ready to pull off Yamapi’s pants once they enter the doorway. But whenever Yamapi tries to bring up the idea of fan service, Tegoshi gives him a withering glance that makes parts of Yamapi want to run and hide.
So it continues, for a week, Tegoshi ignoring Yamapi like mad during the day but fingers tangling in hair and bruising kisses at night.
Yamapi thinks he might be going crazy.
It comes to a head when the other members finally work up the nerve to talk to Yamapi.
“See, it’s not that it bothers me…” Shige says with a red face. “But…it bothers me. I’m not the only one either.” He says in a conspiratorial whisper. “I would appreciate it if you would talk to Tegoshi.
Ryo is blunter. “Get your boyfriend to stop acting like an animal in heat.”
Yamapi sees it in the other members as well. Massu has been nervously collecting food like a squirrel and Koyama’s air punches have been a little less warm-hearted.
Yamapi takes Tegoshi aside after vocal practice ends into one of the empty practice rooms. Before Tegoshi can talk, Yamapi clamps his hand over Tegoshi’s mouth and holds firm, despite some slight squirming on Tegoshi’s part.
“I need to talk to you,” he says slowly. “If I let you go, will you listen?” Tegoshi nods slowly, his eyes measuring.
“You can’t do that kind of fan service with the other members. It makes them uncomfortable.” Yamapi thinks for a moment. “It makes me uncomfortable!”
Tegoshi pouts. “No one likes my dancing.” His lower lip starts trembling.
Yamapi rushes forward to hug Tegoshi. “It’s not that no one likes your dancing. It’s that….” He searches for the right words. “It’s too good!”
Tegoshi frowns again, but his hands start wandering down Yamapi backside until they creep under his shirt. “So you don’t want me to dance with them in the same way I dance with you?” Tegoshi absent-mindedly starts playing the skin right at Yamapi’s hips.
“Yes.” He says, wondering if it’s a yes-or-no question. Tegoshi’s hands go lower again and Yamapi wonders why he had pulled Tegoshi aside in the first place. Then Tegoshi licks his lips and pulls Yamapi close so that Yamapi can feel the heat radiating off Tegoshi’s body.
“What are we here for?” He asks dazedly. Tegoshi just smiles and leans in closer so that all Yamapi can do is wrap his arms even firmer around Tegoshi and lean in for a kiss.
At their next live appearance, Tegoshi can’t keep his hands to himself all throughout the concert. Specifically he keeps them all over Yamapi. But after the concert, when they’re in the janitor’s closet, Yamapi can’t help but think everything worked out for a happy ending.
