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Yamada Ryosuke & Chinen Yuri

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Yamada x Chinen

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Yamachii
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Fluffy, romance, sweet love, first love, discovery, slice of life, unrequited love, marriage, domestic

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Explicit language, Explicit Sex, MxM Relationship, Erotica

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[Hey! Say! JUMP LIVE TOUR 2016 DEAR.] The Chronicles of Yamachii during the DEAR. tour (NSFW)

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[Hey! Say! JUMP LIVE TOUR 2016 DEAR.]


Thursday, July 28 – Osaka-jo Hall (Osaka)

START 18:00


Ryosuke could feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins as he threw off the outfit he’d been wearing for “Weekender” so he could put on his ‘costume’ for “Party Monster”. His body thrummed with the thrill that he got from this, the feel of the show, the energy from the audience, and was especially looking forward to the response they’d garner from this song in particular. Feeling like most fans were not exactly expecting 7 to show up and show out their more mature side—in particular since 7’s corner often featured them in sparkling bunny outfits—but Ryosuke had pushed for this—and won.

Best’s voices rang out through the arena, somewhere above him, as they sang their song and he was careful to keep strict time in his mind so he would not be late. It would take a few performances before they’d all have their patterns, routines, and methods down well enough to move through the sets swiftly and efficiently.

Of course, he was happy with the way things worked out with the set list, because the timing meant that he and Yuri would have a few minutes in the middle of every performance to be ‘themselves’, if only for a single breath. The rest of their tour days meant being ‘Beautiful Prince Ryosuke’ and ‘Kawaii Baby—albeit spoiled—Chinen’—roles they themselves had carefully cultivated for years—but sometimes resented.

The area Ryosuke went into after “Weekender” ended was secluded, his outfit laid out neatly for him to change into, with a box to put his other costume pieces in so the staff could clean them and prepare them for the next show. Unlike other segments of the show where changing quickly was a necessity—there was a bit of time, so no need for anyone to help. None of the staff, only Ryosuke was in his small holding area, and he knew directly across from him far down the tunnel, Yuri was doing the same as he was. Somewhere along a different branch were Yuto and Keito, also preparing for their next song, and would all meet as 7 in the area of the set they would enter the stage from.

He’d thrown his jeans on, setting them low on his hips careful to not get the lines to his mic and earpiece twisted as he then pulled on the jacket, the material feeling a little uncomfortable against his sweaty skin, but he was used to discomfort when it came to costumes and concerts.

Nothing new here.

Swiping a towel across his face, he began jogging down the tunnel, the lights from the stages above shining in the corners and cracks gave him the ability to see just enough to traverse it without falling. Turning the corner, he tossed the towel in one of the laundry baskets strategically placed throughout the intricate under stage system. He paused, barely able to make out the end of the tunnel where the rest of 7 would be waiting to enter the stage, reaching down to zip up his jacket.

He jumped when two hands reached around him, then released his breath in a sigh when he felt the familiar silhouette press against his back, Yuri leaning up on his tiptoes to rest his chin on his shoulder, his hands moving around him to hug him tightly from behind, whispering in his ear, voice shaking, “I’m terrified, Ryo-chan.”

Ryosuke grabbed his hands, pulling them apart, turning quickly around to gently cup Yuri’s face his thumbs moving softly across his cheeks, pressing a tiny whisper of a kiss on his trembling lips before he drew back, a smile that spoke of his deep affection, his love, and concern, his voice full of conviction, “You’re Chinen fucking Yuri and this is the thing that scares you?”

Yuri’s eyes were wide, and he didn’t move, didn’t blink, just stared like a deer caught in headlights, while Ryosuke reached down to zip up his jacket for him, as his hands were shaking too much to do it on his own.

Ryosuke grabbed his shaking hands after, laughing lightly, pressing forward to tenderly touch his lips again, more insistent as he nibbled softly on them. He felt when the tension began to edge out of Yuri, a soft hum vibrating on his lips, and smiled into the kiss, pulling back but still touching his nose to Yuri’s own, “You can do anything, Chiisama. You are a god among men.”

Yuri laughed at this, in particular at the lofty honorific Ryosuke had bestowed on him, his hands reaching up to rest on Ryosuke’s forearms as he squeezed them, “And you’re an idiot among men,” he grumbled, shaking his head.

Ryosuke’s eyes widened as he realized they were very close to their cue to enter the stage, “Come on!”

He grabbed Yuri’s hand, pulling him down the last stretch of the corridor, bursting into the area causing Keito and Yuto to turn to look at them, neither particularly worried about them not making it on time as they knew there was no way Ryosuke would miss a cue, EVER—unless he was dead. That’s the only way.

Within seconds the cue hit and Keito and Yuto stepped out the doorway, but before Yuri could follow, Ryosuke spun him around, planting a firm, but passionate kiss on his lips, then releasing him just as quickly, “You have no idea how hot you are, so who’s really the idiot here?”

Yuri’s eyes sparkled, and he managed to make it through his first performance of “Party Monster” without dying.


Friday, July 29 – Osaka-jo Hall (Osaka)

START 18:00


The two boys nearly slammed into each other as they met in the middle of their opposite tunnels, laughing and grabbing one another, as the energy in the arena was amazing—and the two of them had spent the better part of the last hour subtly flirting and more often forthright playing up fanservice, which, in reality, wasn’t fanservice at all.

Ryosuke spun them in a circle and then stopped, a soft smile playing at the edge of his lips, his eyes twinkling as they bounced from Yuri’s eyes to his mouth, leaning his head down onto Yuri’s forehead, “I love you, Ree, you’ve got this!”

“Shut up,” Yuri rolled his eyes, huffing dramatically, “I’m fine, I got this now—but I will remind you again that you’re definitely to blame for this.”

“Am I?” Ryosuke smiled, teasing him.

“You know you are!” Yuri laughed, “You and your ‘we need to do ‘Party Monster’—we need to show the fans how much we’ve grown up now!’”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Ryosuke grinned, shuffling closer to Yuri, backing him up against the wall, mock whispering, “I only wanted to do this song because I knew it would drive you crazy.”

“Yes, yes,” Yuri nodded, eyes rolling, sarcasm dripping in his voice, “You get off on watching me squirm, tell me something I don’t know, Yamada.”

“I get off on watching you do pretty much anything, Chiisana,” Ryosuke murmured, his eyes clouding momentarily, “…but in this case, it’s about you watching me.”

“Shut up.”

“I know the truth, but I’ll let you live in your denial,” Ryosuke grinned, shamelessly, “Are you sure you don’t need a little encouragement today?”

Yuri looked up through his eyelashes, fluttering them softly, “Maybe a little bit.”

Ryosuke didn’t wait for permission, leaning in and tenderly pressing his lips against Yuri’s, one of his hands twisting into the hair on the nape of his neck, the other pulling him closer around his shoulders, the kiss soft, and sweet, and imbued with love.

Yuri pulled away, cognizant of the time, “Don’t pretend you don’t like the show I put on for you out there, Ryosuke.”

Ryosuke’s eyes were playful, but sincere, “I’ve never even considered denying it,” he leaned his head down to make sure he was looking directly into Yuri’s eyes before he finished speaking, “Watching you during this song drives me crazy.”

Yuri sighed, smiling, tilting his head to the side to press forward, placing a soft kiss on Ryosuke’s cheek before leaning up to whisper in his ear, finally answering the statement that began the conversation, “I love you, too.”


Saturday, July 30 – Osaka-jo Hall (Osaka)

[First] START 12:30


“What the fuck was that, Chinen!?” Ryosuke had come out of the side of the hallway like a man possessed, slamming into Yuri and pushing him against the tunnel wall where he’d been walking.

Yuri just grinned mischievously, his eyes filled with equal amounts of amusement and what could only be described as pure ‘Chinen’, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Yamada.”

“The hell you say!” Ryosuke responded, pressing his body closer to Yuri, his breath blowing the other boy’s hair back as he tried to calm down, his words harsh and violent, “You damn well know exactly what I’m talking about and if you ever do it again, I swear to all things good and holy, I will not stop!”

“Sure, sure, whatev—“ the words were cut off abruptly when Ryosuke’s mouth landed on Yuri’s, his lips and tongue and entire body and soul frantically trying to convey his emotions, matched by Yuri’s own, hands entwining into Ryosuke’s hair, pulling him closer. Then just as quickly as the punishing kiss had begun Ryosuke jerked backward, pulling himself loose, his breath heavy and labored as he shook his head, glaring at Yuri when he casually began walking down the hallway to go to the waiting area, laughing loudly.

“I mean it, Chinen!” Ryosuke called after him, stomping toward him knowing they had only about forty seconds before the cue, “Don’t ever tease me like that on stage again!”

Yuri just laughed beside him, nodding his head, despite his words conveying absolutely no agreement, “Someone likes to dish it out, but sure can’t take it when the tables are turned!”

“Bite me!”

“Later, maybe!”


 [Second] START 17:00


Ryosuke had a wardrobe malfunction and couldn’t get his jacket to zip up—rushing to find one of the wardrobe people who managed to get the zipper to work, though they weren’t sure if he was going to be able to unzip it when he was supposed to—it couldn’t be helped.

He barely made it to the holding area moments before the cue happened, the others rushing out through the opening, and Yuri yelped, a furious blush covering his entire body, when Ryosuke’s hand unexpectedly slapped him firmly on the ass, shouting above the roar of the crowd as he pushed him out to the stage, “Go get ‘em, Sexy!”


Sunday, July 31 – Osaka-jo Hall (Osaka)

[First] START 12:30


“I hate you,” Yuri mumbled, his eyebrows drawn down, glaring at Ryosuke, his lips forming the perfect pout.

“You don’t,” Ryosuke responded, not even remotely bothered by the stern words, his eyes drifting down to the jeans Yuri was wearing, the jeans that actually fit him, “…but that’s fine, you’ll get used to the new pants, the others were way too…ugly.”


[Second] START 17:00


“I still hate you,” Yuri was fuming, his arms crossed as he stared at the floor between them, then throwing his arms out to the side, gesturing down to his body, “They’re way too tight! You can like….see things!”

“First of all, I like to ‘see things’ of yours, second, THIS is exactly why you should let me shop for you all the time, you don’t even know when clothes fit you properly!” Ryosuke’s eyes drifted over Yuri’s body with such an intimate, discerning gaze that Yuri almost wanted to cover himself, “You look gorgeous, so no, you’re not getting the other pants back—I’ve already tossed them. And instructed the wardrobe people to deny your request for any pants other than the ones that I give to them.”

Yuri stomped his foot, and Rysosuke had to bite his lip to keep from grabbing him and kissing him senseless as nothing was cuter than when Yuri didn’t get his way.

“You suck so bad!” Yuri pouted, storming across the area to stand behind Yuto when the cue began.

“That’s not what you said a few hours ago,” Ryosuke whispered smoothly into his ear causing Yuri’s body to shiver as his lips barely touched his skin.

Touche.


Friday, August 12 – Yokohama Arena (Kanagawa)

START 18:00


Ryosuke walked into the waiting area where Yuto and Keito were already waiting, tired and not really feeling it today. For starters, he had to leave the house super early this morning while Yuri got to sleep in. Plus, he’d just arrived home yesterday from ten days of filming overseas and he was so jetlagged he wanted to sleep for a week. He loved sleep on a normal basis, but he really loved sleep when he was deprived of it.

He’d made a mistake when he’d agreed to the filming of a special promotional video for FMA for this morning, he had no idea why he’d agreed to it, but of course, the rest of the cast and crew had come home last week. He and a small crew had stayed back to work on a few detail scenes that only required him. The Japan based crew set up the promo filming and while they would have certainly worked it around his schedule, he’d agreed without thinking about it.

He wasn’t usually a negative person, and there’s really not much that would make him irritated at Yuri, except when he messed with his sleep. Dragging himself out of bed this morning while glancing over and seeing Yuri sleeping soundly like a damn princess, sprawled out across the bed, set the tone for his entire day.

Grumpy.

If Yuri was freaking Snow White, then he was most definitely Grumpy.

Ryosuke leaned back against the wall, tilting his head down and closing his eyes. Yuri stepped into the room, glancing at him curiously, moving to stand next to him, his hand moving out to twist his pinkie with Ryosuke’s own, tightening it until he was holding it firmly.

“You okay?” Yuri whispered; head turned so that the other boys wouldn’t hear them talking.

“Fine.”

“I’m really sorry, Ryo-chan.” Yuri shook his hand a little bit, trying to lighten the mood.

“You should be,” Ryosuke huffed, cracking one eye open to look at him, trying not to laugh, “Who wakes someone up at three in the morning when they know they have to get up at five?”

“I forgot that your thing was today, that’s all,” Yuri whispered, sincerity painting his words, daring a small smile, “Please, forgive me?”

“I mean,” Ryosuke continued, the edge of his mouth curling in amusement, “…generally speaking, I don’t discourage your…” he leaned up off the wall to put his mouth next to Yuri’s ear so the others wouldn’t hear, his voice slow and seductive, exaggerating his ‘Yuri’ voice, “…middle of the night ‘please, Ryosuke, I need you to make love to me, I can’t wait another minute for you, I missed you so much I need you, please, take me, take me now’ wake up calls—but not when I’ve just went to bed, with the worst kind of jetlag ever, at midnight and would be lucky to get five hours of sleep.”

Yuri scoffed, shoving Ryosuke with his free hand, “That’s not what I said!”

Ryosuke narrowed his eyes and raised his eyebrows in a way that told Yuri to not try to bullshit his way out of this.

“Well, I mean, that’s not exactly what I said,” Yuri hedged, blinking innocently, “Not exactly?”

Ryosuke couldn’t keep a straight face, moving forward to kiss Yuri’s cheek before leaning his head around to whisper in his ear again, “I could be getting a few words wrong—that’ll happen when you wake up from a dead sleep with your husband’s hand down your pajama pants, your body already getting things started without you, and with said husband whispering in your ear, ah, what were the words again? ‘I’m gonna make you come so hard’, in the blurry moments between sleep and awareness.”

Yuri couldn’t help but laugh, he was completely shameless, and had he known Ryosuke had to get up this morning, he probably wouldn’t have taken matters into his own hands, so to speak, but there’s a pretty big chance he still would have cause….well, boy’s got needs, right?

“Tell me how to make it up to you,” Yuri sighed, lifting Ryosuke’s hand up to kiss it lightly, then holding it against his chest.

The cue was moments away, and Ryosuke glanced over to look at Yuri, a smirk causing his face to look more adorable than usual, “You can apologize by letting me buy you some new clothes, ones I pick out for you.”

“You’re a monster,” Yuri scowled when Ryosuke burst out laughing, kissing his nose quickly before he dragged him to the door to enter the stage.


Saturday, August 13 – Yokohama Arena (Kanagawa)

[First] START 12:30


They held hands softly as they walked through the last hallway to the waiting area, a feeling of peace and joy filling them both. It was a simple gesture, a simple moment in the whirlwind of chaos that was the concert, but it leveled them both, grounded them, and it’s just what each of them needed.

Ryosuke’s arms reached around his waist to pull Yuri back into him moments before they would be going onto the stage, his voice soft and gentle despite the clear tension that was running through his body from the high the concert was giving him, “I love you.”

Before Yuri could respond, Ryosuke had grabbed his arm and pulled him out onto the stage, but while the crowd was screaming in anticipation, the area of the stage they were standing covered in darkness, Yuri managed to whisper into Ryosuke’s ear, “I love you, too!”


[Second] START 17:00


There were fifteen to twenty minutes of extra time due to some kind of skit and performance that Best was adding to their corner just because Daiki and Hikaru insisted, so Ryosuke had made it to the holding area as quickly as he could, sat down on the floor, bending his legs up to prop his arms on them, and promptly fell asleep.

He was in this position when Yuri walked into the room, his eyes moving over his form as he smiled in appreciation, moving quickly to sit down next to him—it was enough to just be near him, his energy was so soothing, so addictive, and it seemed to him that just being close to Ryosuke was enough for him to be able to bask in the glow of his aura—to be stronger, more capable, more content.  He sat down, careful to not bump into him.

I should let him sleep.

He looked over at his face, serene as it was laid atop his arms, his mouth slightly open as he breathed softly.

He’s so beautiful. I love him so much. I should really let him sleep. Just a little bit though…

He scooched just a little bit closer, pressing as much of his side up against him as he dared to prevent waking him.

He froze when he heard Ryosuke’s sleepy voice, “C’mere, Chiisana,” his hand lazily reached around his shoulders, pulling him over, as he shifted to move between Ryosuke’s legs, “You’re a better pillow…” Ryosuke mumbled as he pulled him back against him, resting his head on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around his waist, legs still bent up like walls to protect them, as he appeared to fall immediately back to sleep.

Yuri nestled into him, pulling out his phone to scroll through his messages, nothing unusual there, then clicking through some of his other games, trying to find a distraction. Somehow, he ended up on a gossip site, and somehow, he was reading a thread titled ‘Yamachii, real or not?”.

He was confused by the question but as he read, he found that fans were trying to decide if he and Ryosuke were actually in a relationship or not. There were fans who insisted they were, backing up their belief with anecdotes and pictures, and then others who insisted that they were definitely not dating because they either were 1) not gay 2) not gay or 3) definitely not gay—that was setting aside the fans who insisted that they were dating other members of Jump—and completely ignoring those who were convinced they were partaking in multi-member orgies nightly.

He found all of it rather amusing and a little alarming as well, because while he’d always though they were rather clever and smart about handling their relationship in public—it was clear to him that those who had figured it out, certainly had ample evidence to back it up…subtle things that neither of them thought anyone would pick up on.

Looks, touches, words, jewelry…

He clicked on another thread out of morbid curiosity, the title intriguing ‘who’s bigger, Yamada or Chinen?’—intriguing that is until he realized what it was actually about. His eyes widening as he realized that these fans were not talking about their height! These fans were bringing up science and genetics and pictures and what the

Yuri’s thumb slowly scrolled the screen down, his eyebrows furrowing, and then he jumped when Ryosuke’s hand lifted, plucking the phone out of his hand, turning it off and sitting it on the floor next to them. His hand reached up to turn Yuri’s face to the side so he could kiss him on the cheek, then whispered, “Why are you reading that garbage, Chiisana?”

Yuri shrugged, wanting to say he was misled, but if he’d admit it to himself he’d have to be honest that he had a pretty good idea of what the conversation was going to be before he clicked it, “I just was curious.”

“I don’t know why you worry about that,” Ryosuke murmured, his voice still softened with sleep, “I love you exactly the way you are.”

Yuri leaned his head back, tilting it to look up at the ceiling, “I don’t have many insecurities, but…”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Hmm?”

“Have you ever felt like I was dissatisfied with you? On any level? I mean, be honest, think back, neither of us were anything other than babies when we were sixteen, when I started to have those kinds of feelings for you, so I mean, I was paying attention, way more than I should have been when we’d be changing and things like that—and you were bigger than me then. It didn’t occur to me to even care about that—so I didn’t, because seriously? We’re all different!”

“And then…consider, I mean…then when…we were figuring out our…way around things and neither of us had any idea what we were doing other than we wanted to make the other feel good—it just didn’t matter? I mean, did you think I was somehow unsatisfied, or did I made you think I didn’t have stars in my eyes every time I got the chance to see your body?”

Yuri didn’t have to wonder that, while Ryosuke was just as bashful, shy, and uncertain when they’d first began their relationship as he was himself—that faded rather quickly for him once they’d managed to overcome the awkward phase of figuring themselves out. No, at this point, if there was anything that Ryosuke was, it was honest, and there was no other place in the world that he was more honest than when they were together intimately, sometimes to the point that it was shocking to Yuri, “I know that’s never happened.”

“So, have you ever seen me not respond when I’ve just looked at your body, just looked at you, not even being touched?”

“No, you always do.” It was true, a five-minute strip tease would have Ryosuke ready to go.

“And has there been a time you haven’t been satisfied?”

“Of course not,” he scoffed, because Ryosuke had never left him wanting.

“Then why does it matter?”

“Why, I mean…because it’s…” Yuri twisted, his legs moving under Ryosuke’s bent one, looking at him openly, realizing they’d really never discussed this exact thing before, despite an unbelievable number of candid conversations that ranged from strange to pornographic in nature, asking sincerely, “I don’t know, it just does—it’s a guy thing, isn’t it?”

Ryosuke shrugged, considering it for a moment before he responded, “Is it though? I mean, does it have to be? I couldn’t care less.”

“Yes, guys always talk about it, Johnny’s are the worst,” Yuri muttered, “and you’re not normal, because you’ve just always known how freakishly sexy you are, I mean before you even understood anything about your body you were already too much, Ryosuke, you have no idea how everyone talked about it. Older Johnny’s used to say that you were going to kill your first lover from exhaustion.”

Yuri laughed, but he was serious, because that was common talk that happened when everyone thought he was asleep on a couch, or when guys were being dumb guys around the campus. Ryosuke shook his head, laughing nervously, embarrassed, casting his eyes down to look at Yuri’s chest, as a deep blush rushed over his skin, hating to hear about these kinds of things he didn’t know about—sometimes wishing he still didn’t.

Yuri’s hand moved, his fingertips pushing up on Ryosuke’s chin so he would look at him, his voice soft, “…and you know as well as I do—you’ve never questioned that your body was designed to give and receive pleasure—everyone knows that!”

Ryosuke’s eyes held Yuri’s and he didn’t miss the subtle change in them, his expression growing pensive as he frowned, his voice quiet, but firm, “First of all, I was designed to give you pleasure and receive pleasure from you, Yamada Yuri.”

Yuri shuddered at the name, not sure he’d ever have any other reaction no matter how old they were or how long they were married, and knowing him, Ryosuke waited a moment for Yuri’s eyes to refocus before he continued to speak, his words filled with absolution, “YOU. Nothing else. No one else. I don’t care what others see when they look at me. I only care what I see in your eyes. You got it?”

Yuri studied Ryosuke’s expression, nodding his head to say he understood, smiling when Ryosuke’s hand stroked his cheek, his voice softened, “I mean really, Chiisana, you’re barely five-foot-tall when you stand up straight, and weigh less than a hundred pounds, you are perfectly proportioned for your height and weight, nothing unusual there.”

Yuri considered this, not really having thought of it before, not in those terms but still, there was that tiny voice of doubt, his eyes moving away but Ryosuke wasn’t going to have it, grunting when Yuri started to shake his head, “Hey, listen to me,” he pulled up Yuri’s chin so he could look into his eyes, “You’re perfect, I love you just the way you are, I wouldn’t change anything about you, nothing, I swear.”

“But you say all of this like it’s normal to be like me, but we’re different?”

“I don’t know why you keep saying that kind of stupid stuff,” Ryosuke huffed, “I’m normal, you’re normal.”

“But, you’re short and small too, but you’re….well, you know…bigger than me.”

“I just don’t think you have a wide enough basis of comparison,” Ryosuke mused, laughing softly, “Everyone’s different.”

“I don’t want a fucking basis of comparison, and you damn well better not have a wide range to base your thoughts off either!” Yuri hissed, his hand running up Ryosuke’s neck to pull his hair teasingly, but possessively.

“I know what you know, Ree, we were both virgins when we got married for goodness sake!” he pulled Yuri’s hand from his hair, lining their palms up together, illustrating the point he was trying to make perfectly when their hands were different sizes.

Yuri blinked, the realization washing over him that while he always saw him and Ryosuke as pretty much the same, he was, in fact, much smaller than him…his mind feeling excited that this was okay, he was normal, Ryosuke was normal, they were good—his eyes flashing back to look at Ryosuke, who was grinning, his eyes alight with humor.

“You understand?”

Yuri nodded his head, opening his mouth to speak but snapping closed when he saw Ryosuke’s expression morph instantly, his eyes flaring with mischief as he leaned forward, pressing his cheek against Yuri’s so he could whisper in his ear, “Though I do have to admit—I rather love when you get jealous because it always makes you say the word fuck.”

Ryosuke drew back, smiling softly, he reached forward, pulling his head toward his own until their foreheads touched, his voice a caress across his skin, “I don’t need, or want to know anything else, and if I say I think you have the most perfect, beautiful body in the entire world, from the silky smoothness of your hair that always smells like strawberries and cream, to the spot on the bottom of your foot that makes you squeal like a girl…”

Yuri laughed, shaking his head, as Ryosuke reached down to lift his hand, his fingers slowly drawing across the webbing of skin between Yuri’s fingers, “From the way I can caress between your fingers and you’ll get turned on,” Yuri jerked his hand away laughing, because his hands were exceptionally sensitive and it was one of the many ways Ryosuke discovered he could subtly toy with him without others noticing, shoving Ryosuke, “…to the way you have those two little dips right above your ass that feel like they were made for my thumbs to fit in.”

He took a deep breath, his tone becoming lower and more serious, “Chiisana, I can go from head to toe and you need to believe me when I say, you—body, mind, spirit—are delightful to me in every way—all of it is what I want, need, and that includes your perfectly sized beautiful body from head to toe that I can’t get enough of, because I love what you do with it and all the things I can do with it—‘cause let’s be honest here, when you’re deep and you’re—”

Insecurities long forgotten as Ryosuke’s words washed over him with a furious blush, Yuri pressed forward, silencing him with a kiss to shut him up both because once Ryosuke started to talk dirty, he didn’t just talk dirty, he talked dirty, and there was hardly any stopping him and secondly because he sincerely didn’t want to go out on stage to perform aroused which would be the inevitable result if he allowed Ryosuke to continue.

Later.


Sunday, August 14 – Yokohama Arena (Kanagawa)

[First] START 12:30


“Why do you have to make everything so difficult! Just open your stupid mouth!” Yuri pushed against Ryosuke’s chest causing him to stumble backwards a bit.

“Not until you tell me what you have!”

“Never mind, I am not giving it to you!” Yuri stormed off down the hallway, and the cue happened before Ryosuke could catch him.


[Second] START 17:00


“God, fuck, FINE!” Ryosuke stomped his foot like a petulant child as he closed his eyes and held his mouth open.

Yuri tried to not gloat at winning, even though he always won, despite Ryosuke’s absolute stubbornness, instead, he quickly pulled the treat he’d been carrying around with him all day out of his pocket, unwrapping it and popping it into Ryosuke’s mouth.

Yuri’s finger lifted, pressing upward on Ryosuke’s chin so he’d close his mouth.

Ryosuke’s eyes popped open, a soft satisfied hum issuing as the candy seemed to melt in his mouth, leaving behind the flavor of sweet vanilla buttercream.

Yuri smiled at him with satisfaction, “You should trust me, I’d never hurt you.”


Saturday, August 20 – Marine Messe Fukuoka (Fukuoka)

START 17:00


“The hell?” Ryosuke was staring at Yuto who was literally bouncing off the walls of the waiting area, “What is wrong with you?”

Yuri came into the area, catching Ryosuke’s eyes and frowning, before he walked over to Yuto, grabbing his arm, and making him look at him, “Yutti, did you eat ALL of these?!”

Yuri held up a bag in the hand that wasn’t restraining Yuto, who suddenly burst out into laughter, doubling over as he reached out and grabbed the bag.

“What the…” Ryosuke stomped over, snatching the bag out of Yuto’s hand which was easy since he was suddenly passing him as he dashed down the hallway behind them distracted by something or another. Ryosuke looked down at the bag in his hand, holding it up on the light so he could read it.

“Damn,” Ryosuke mumbled, looking down the hallway where Yuto had ran so far so fast that he could no longer see him, “How many pieces of buttercream candies were left in this bag?”

“All but the one I gave you yesterday,” Yuri mumbled, looking nervously down the hallway hoping to see Yuto return as the cue was only a minute or so away.

“Fuck,” Ryosuke glanced at him, eyes wide and worried, “That’s a lot of sugar, Ree!”

“Like I don’t know!” Yuri threw his hands up in the air, then reached up to pull his own hair in desperation.

Thirty seconds.

“What are we going to do?” Keito asked softly, making both of the other boys jump out of their skin.

Before they could answer, they heard the sound of Yuto screaming faintly in the distance down the tunnel, slowly the sound grew louder and louder echoing through the tunnel, the pounding of his footsteps as he ran like drumbeats on the floor below their feet, when suddenly he burst out past them, nearly knocking them all down, screaming something about seeing sounds, before he barreled out the opening on stage, right on time with the cue.

“We’re in trouble,” Ryosuke mumbled, shoving the other two members toward the door.

“At least it will be memorable,” Yuri laughed as they stepped out onto the stage to find Yuto jumping up and down, in the darkness, already screaming like in the beginning of the song despite the mic not being on yet.

Memorable was an understatement.


Sunday, August 21 – Marine Messe Fukuoka (Fukuoka)

START 17:00


“Damn it!” Ryosuke startled at the curse word from Yuri’s mouth, looking next to him where Yuri was fumbling with his jacket, trying to zip it, hardly ever hearing him swear, maybe when they were being intimate, or he was exceptionally upset about something, but certainly never when they were working.

“What’s wrong?” He turned his body to shelter Yuri from the other boys in the area, subtle and sensitively, he stepped forward a bit, reaching out to grasp Yuri’s hands in his own, looking down at them when he realized how much they were shaking.

“Yuri,” he whispered, his eyes looking into Yuri’s alarmed and confused, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Fucking Hikka,” Yuri hissed, his head wobbling strangely on his shoulders, “He talked me into drinking one of those flavored drinks he brought!”

“Damn it,” Ryosuke scolded him, squeezing his hands, “I told you to stay away from those things, Ree! They’ve killed people! They have enough caffeine and other so called ‘natural’ drugs in them to kill an ox and you’re literally a hundred pounds soaking wet!”

Yuri’s expression crumpled, “I said how tired I was and Hikka didn’t think the one he gave me would be a problem, it wasn’t one of the caffeine ones—it was all natural and he thought it was okay…I knew better I shouldn’t…I just…”

Ryosuke growled, pulling Yuri’s shaking hands forward so he would rest them on his shoulders while he reached forward, tugging at his jacket so he could zip it up for him, frowning in frustration.

Once he’d zipped it up, he glanced back up to see Yuri still staring at him, “What?”

“I love you,” Yuri whispered, squeezing his shoulders softly.

“If you love me don’t take stupid risks!” Ryosuke barked back at him, then sighed when Yuri’s face crumpled, his eyes shifting away at the way he’d scolded him.

“I’m sorry,” he leaned around to try to get contact with Yuri’s eyes, “Hey, hey….I’m sorry!”

Yuri blinked up at him, his eyes misty with unshed tears, the high he’d been experiencing fading as quickly as it’d hit him, “I’m sorry, Ryo, I didn’t mean to…”

Suddenly, Yuri was bawling his eyes out and Ryosuke growled, planning all the ways he was going to make Hikaru pay for this, shuffling Yuri over to the dark corner on the other side of the area where the others wouldn’t hear them, “Hey, stop, Chiisana, you’re okay…”

Ryosuke pulled him into a hug, one hand pulling him up around the waist, the other cradling his head against his heart, “I didn’t mean to yell at you…I was scared, I don’t…I just need you, okay? Just don’t do things that scare me like this.”

His voice was soft and like silk on Yuri’s skin and he nodded his head onto Ryosuke’s chest, the material of the jacket a weird sticky feeling now that it was wet with his tears, “Okay, I didn’t mean to I jus—“

Ryosuke stopped his words with a gentle kiss, his hands moving to cup his face, slowly tasting him, touching him, drinking him in, and losing himself in his soft, supple mouth.

“Guys!” Keito called from across the space and they both froze, lips still touching, tongues still entangled, their eyes wide open and shocked at how they had lost track of everything except each other.

“Forty-five seconds, get your shit together,” Yuto called out, laughing loudly as he lined up behind Keito to go out onto the stage.


Saturday, August 27 – Sekisui Heim Super Arena (Miyagi)

START 17:00


The boys had stopped at the corner they normally met, both panting and out of breath as the crowd was especially energetic tonight. Ryosuke was leaning onto the wall, his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath, his jacket on the floor beside him because he couldn’t fathom putting it on yet.

Yuri walked to him, holding out the water bottle he’d been drinking that was about half full to Ryosuke.

“Thanks!” Ryosuke took the water bottle, opening it quickly and then tilting his head back, closing his eyes as the cold water splashed into his mouth and his parched throat, humming in satisfaction as he gulped it down.

He drained the bottle quickly, the plastic making a popping noise as he released the pressure from it and rolled his head, glancing at Yuri who was still standing in the same place as before, his eyes round, and his mouth slightly open.

Ryosuke stood up, shifting his weight, and still looking curiously at Yuri, who suddenly blinked rapidly, shaking his head, laughing before he reached over and punched Ryosuke in the chest lightly, “No one should be that sexy doing something as mundane as drinking water.”

Ryosuke raised an eyebrow, his stance becoming predatory, murmuring, “Sexy, huh?” as he moved forward toward Yuri who caught on quick and turned to run down the tunnel to the waiting area.

The other two members of 7 just rolled their eyes when they burst into the area laughing.


Sunday, August 28 – Sekisui Heim Super Arena (Miyagi)

START 17:00


Ryosuke was leaning against the wall in the holding area, his legs apart enough to keep his balance, his arms crossed, eyes closed, so tired, so very tired when Yuri came out of the hallway, glancing at him and frowning.

He knew Ryosuke was exhausted, and he was glad there was a break in shows coming up. Now if he could just get someone, anyone at Johnny’s to understand that he needed a break. At least the next few weeks would be calmer, just the normal shows they did, nothing else, no promotions, no films, no videos…so he’d been planning some surprises.

Without a word, Yuri moved to him, shuffling so that he could press backwards into him, Ryosuke’s arms moved immediately to wrap around Yuri’s waist—his own arms crossing so his hands lay on top of Ryosuke’s. He nestled into him, his back curling against Ryosuke’s chest, leaning his head to rest on his shoulder as he closed his own eyes.

He was going to take Ryosuke to the ocean. They had an unusual five-day free period next week that he knew Ryosuke didn’t even realize, so he’d made reservations for them at a seaside resort, especially appealing since it was very exclusive with its own private beach so they wouldn’t have to worry about fans or papa finding them, one that offered a spa package, and a penthouse suite that was built like a lighthouse, with windows that spanned the circular shaped room, allowing a 360 degree view of the landscape and the ocean. He stopped himself from scheduling too many activities, just making a reservation for a few dinners but nothing more, hoping they’d just waste away the days on the beach, and the nights in each other’s arms.

He smiled, humming softly, when the hands around his waist tightened, as he felt Ryosuke turn, softly kissing the side of his head before he leaned down to rest his forehead on his shoulder.

It was only seven minutes until cue, but for those seven minutes all was at peace in their world.


Saturday, September 17 – Hokkaido Prefectural Sports Center (Hokkaido)

START 16:00


“I’m not even remotely kidding, Yamada!” Yuri hissed, stomping down the hallway toward the waiting area, “I swear I will cut you off completely, and I mean not just from this,” he gestured his hands up and down his body, “I will ignore you in every way if you don’t stop! Hell, I’ll go stay with my sister!”

“Yuri…” Ryosuke whined, chasing after him, “Don’t be like that! I’m fine, you’re making a big deal about noth—“

Yuri spun quickly, a tiny storm cloud as he stepped straight up to Ryosuke, face tilted, eyes squinted as he poked his finger into his chest, voice absolute, “Don’t. You. Dare. Say. Nothing!”

Each word was punctuated by a sharp jab to the chest causing Ryosuke to lift his hand to rub the spot when Yuri dropped his hand, frowning.

“If you won’t tell them, I damn well intend to!” Yuri didn’t back down, nothing about his posture or demeanor indicated he would let this go, and Ryosuke sighed running his hands through his hair, shaking his head.

Yuri’s face softened, eyebrows drawing down as he frowned, concern clear in his eyes, “You could barely move after last night’s show…I know you tried to hide it from me, but even while you were sleeping, your face was pained…” he whispered, blinking back tears, “I-I can’t watch you suffer like that just because of your stupid stubbornness.”

“Yuri—“

“Don’t—don’t do that, don’t try to tell me what I’m feeling is wrong. Last year when I miscalculated my flip and sprained my ankle you nearly came unhinged, and didn’t let me do anything for three months! I am allowed to be overprotective too!”

“You’re right.”

“I mean, you’re not the only one here,” he scrubbed away a tear, “who has worries and fears—I love you, I don’t want to have to watch you hurting, it hurts me.”

“I know.”

“You need to tell them so they’ll fix the dances, I can’t be okay if you aren’t okay…”

“I’ll tell them.”

“I mean it, I’m going to make yo—wait…what?”

“You’re right,” he kissed the tip of Yuri’s nose, “I know it hurts you,” another kiss to his forehead, “and I will tell them the truth,” his lips gently touched Yuri’s, his hands moving to cup his face, his thumb stroking his cheek as he swiped away a tear, “Don’t cry, Chiisana, I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

You promise?”

“I promise.”

“Don’t make me resort to threats just to get you take care of yourself, Ryo!”

“Okay.”

“Kiss me, you idiot.”

Gladly.


Sunday, September 18 – Hokkaido Prefectural Sports Center (Hokkaido)

START 15:00


Ryosuke’s hand entwined into Yuri’s hair as he held him, the first moment they’d had all day to just be still and take a breath, “I’m sorry about not saying the truth to them before, thank you.”

“You act like you should be superman, Ryo,” Yuri turned his head, inhaling the scent that was all Ryosuke, humming in satisfaction.

Ryosuke squeezed his arms around Yuri’s waist, rocking him back and forth as he spoke, “I wish I could be superman sometimes, is that wrong?”

“Not wrong, but even Superman has weaknesses—“ Ryosuke started to say something but Yuri, pulled his head back, looking him in the eye as he leaned forward, kissing him softly, his lips brushing gently, soothingly, tickling Ryosuke’s mouth as he finished his thought, “You are MY hero, make that enough—and when you do end up with whiplash because you steadfastly refuse to let a stuntman do the STUNTS he’s actually paid to do—then please, don’t take additional risks by doing dances that require you to get on your knees—“

“I like getting on my knees under certain conditions, even with whiplash—“

“Stop being a perv,” Yuri pushed his chest with both hands, “I’m serious here. Ryo, I need you to be okay, you have to take care of yourself—you’d literally kick my ass if I took risks like you do!”

“I know…I know, I’m sorry, I’ll be better!”

“You won’t, don’t lie to me, I know you better than that.”

“Well, at least I’ll try to not get hurt again, and I’ll tell them truth if I’m hurt—so, you know, thank you for encouraging me to be honest with the others about the pain I’m in.”

“All you needed was a little encouragement,” Yuri laughed, pulling back to look at Ryosuke with a dazzling smile.

“If by ‘encouragement’ you mean blackmail, then fine, yes, I needed the special brand of ‘Yuri encouragement’, I guess,” Ryosuke laughed, leaning forward to kiss him on the forehead before pulling back to look into his eyes.

“I can’t watch you suffering, you can’t ask me to not react to the way it hurts me. It’s just a few moves that they had to change, no one will even notice in the audience, and frankly, even if they do, I don’t care—I’m worried about you, that’s all that matters to me.”

You’re all that matters to me,” Ryosuke whispered, pulling Yuri into his arms to bury his face in his hair.

“As it should be,” Yuri stated firmly, smiling as he pressed a soft kiss onto Ryosuke’s neck before they turned to go to cue.


Saturday, October 1 – Hiroshima Green Arena (Hiroshima)

START 17:00


Best had some silly thing they were adding to the show, so 7 would have at least five, potentially ten, extra minutes before cue. Ryosuke moved a little slower than usual, making it to the holding area last, smiling when he saw Yuri had already sat in the far corner, looking up when he came in, patting the surface of the floor next to him.

Ryosuke moved over and sat down next to him, laying his jacket to the side because he was still trying to cool down from the last song. He leaned his head back against the wall for a few moments, closing his eyes before he heard Yuri snicker next to him. Peeking an eye open, he glanced over to see a picture of them together on his phone, one from maybe when they were seventeen, possibly eighteen—traveling to some city or another, for some show or another.

They looked like total dorks and it was abundantly clear to the most casual observer that they were crazy, head over heels in love with each other even then—but neither of them was prepared to admit it, let alone act on it.

He’d long mused about the fact that Yuri had some kind of uber amazing phone because he had the most exhaustive collection of pictures of the group as anyone could ever find. It was crazy how many pictures he had. Not just snapshots he’d taken himself, but he would download images from photoshoots and things that he enjoyed as well. He had folders for all of the members on his phone, and Ryosuke always laughed when he considered the title of his folder—‘My Soul’.

When he’d discovered the folder years ago, he’d asked Yuri why it was labeled that, and amid a great deal of stalling and stuttering he’d given him some lame reason like ‘we’re good friends, that’s what I do’—and Ryosuke hadn’t really challenged it at the time despite the fact that everyone else’s folders were labeled with their given names.

Another year had passed, both of them nineteen, and Yuri had handed Ryosuke his phone as he was drifting off to sleep when they were traveling to another tour stop, “If my Mom texts, just answer like you’re me, okay?”

“Sure, sure.”

He’d planned to change all of his icons to something stupid like unicorns and fairies, which in truth he figured Yuri would actually like, but got distracted while shuffling through his folders to find the downloaded images by a new folder name in the list.

Fantasy.

Part of Ryosuke knew that this was perhaps an invasion of privacy, but Yuri had never hidden anything from him before, ever. He also thought, innocently, that this folder would probably have pictures from one of the online games he played or something like that.

He covered his mouth to keep from making noise that would wake Yuri up, his eyes wide and unfocused as he looked down at him sleeping peacefully in his lap, completely unaware of what Ryosuke had just discovered.

The ‘fantasy’ folder most certainly did NOT contain pictures of fictional character or other mythological images—rather it was a folder full of pictures of Ryosuke.

Pictures from photoshoots, but not the cute, fun, silly ones—no, these were different, ones of him from magazines like An-an where they pushed the boundaries of what was and wasn’t okay for an Idol his age. There were also pictures that Ryosuke was truly shocked by—ones of him, candid, that he didn’t even know Yuri had taken. Some of them were during times they would go swimming, others were from the dressing room, some were from different photo shoots where Yuri would have a break while they took Ryosuke’s individual shots–some even of him sleeping, sometimes in Yuri’s bed when they spent the night together.

Either way, all of the images had one thing in common—they were all very sensual, erotic pictures.

He quickly closed the folder, unsure about what he was feeling, conflicted, and set the phone down on the tray in front of him, closing his eyes, trying to make sense of his thoughts.

Why would he have a folder like that with pictures like that of me?

What would he be doing with them?

A folder labeled…fantasy.

I know what I would do with those kinds of pics of Yur…

Holy fuck!

He opened his eyes, looking down at Yuri, looking so innocent, so preciously sweet there in his lap, a tiny puffing sound each time he breathed out, and Ryosuke couldn’t believe that he had a folder of pictures of him that he used to get himself off with.

Without meaning to, his mind flitted to the image, his imagination instantly creating a full color movie of Yuri, on his bed, the same bed they’d spent hours playing video games on, slept together on, stroking himself while looking at those images of HIM, his face intense with pleasure as he called out Ryosuke’s name.

The fuck.

He groaned, trying to shift, suddenly uncomfortable with Yuri laying exactly where he was in his lap, trying to avert his eyes, to look anywhere other than down at him, because the more he looked, the more he actually saw.

He was beautiful, one of the most beautiful boys he’d ever known.

Not just the outside either, Yuri’s mind was a delight and he loved to see his take on the world around them, so genuine, so full of innocence. He’d spent the last three years or so in complete and utter denial of the fact that he was crushing his ass off on this boy—for multiple reasons, one being he was a Johnny and relationships were expressly forbidden, second, he had no idea if Yuri was even straight, bi, or gay or somewhere else on the spectrum of sexuality—it’s just not a conversation they’d had, and obviously because of their job—they talked about girls A LOT.

Finally, Ryosuke was absolutely positive the shit storm it would create within Jump would not justify taking the risk.

Still, he couldn’t deny—now that he knew, that on some level or another, Yuri definitely looked at him as something other than just friend—he had long been attracted to Yuri.

His mind, his body, his smile, the way he smirked when he got an answer right, the way he raised the bar constantly to make everyone work harder, the way he personally saw to Ryosuke, always taking care of him when no one even noticed.

He was a consistent factor in Ryosuke’s life—and he was startled to think the world ‘love’ in the same moment that he would see Yuri’s face in his mind.

I love Yuri?

He was strong, not just strong to be able to do the things he did like acrobatics and stunts—but strong with his spirit. He was even more shy and reserved than Ryosuke was, but people wouldn’t ever guess it—because when he had to be, he flipped the switch and became instantly what the world expected him to be. In fact, Ryosuke could give him a lot of credit for his own ability to shift seamlessly from one persona to another.

Yuri was the best teacher of skills that Ryosuke had not learned, growing up too fast, in a different world than he’d planned—as Yuri had intended to become what he was—it was never on Ryosuke’s radar, and then he just was an Idol.

He knew Yuri was the kindest person, despite the way he portrayed himself as a brat among the group—especially when it came to his relationship with Ryosuke—but he knew, from all the time they spent together before, during school and now even on their time off, when more often than not they chose to spend time with each other—Yuri was generous. He would give whatever he had to make someone happy. Ryosuke couldn’t count the times he’d given him the last bite of food, the extra pillow in the hotel rooms, the first turn to take a shower—so many different things, big and small.

I love Yuri.

And, he was undeniably, unconsciously sexy. Yuri himself really had no idea, even now he didn’t really comprehend it, Ryosuke was fully aware of this. Yuri catered to the world’s and maybe even Jump’s view of him, this child-like personality, the little brother character…but in their time together apart from that, Ryosuke had long seen the way Yuri carried himself, the confidence, the way his hips twisted just slightly when he stood comfortably. The way his lips set in a thin line, curled on the edges when he was watching a tv show he loved, the way he would use his hands to sweep his hair back when he got out of the shower.

The battle came to the forefront, as Ryosuke felt the war inside of himself because as he focused on Yuri sound asleep in his lap, suddenly, even that seemed sensual and erotic somehow.

He couldn’t stop seeing him, his lips, so soft, so pouty, his cheeks that were smooth, and his hands, so strong, so beautiful…and then Ryosuke was done. And then, inside his mind, he pictured grabbing him, kissing him, his first kiss and the way he would feel under his hands, the way his chest would be firm, his arms full of strength—and would he sigh softly? Would he pull Ryosuke into him? What would that be like, what would it be like to feel him, under him, on him, touching him—what would it be like…Instantly, Ryosuke reached down to push off Yuri, needing him to move desperately, immediately before he became self-aware enough to realize what was happening.

Yuri sat up, rubbing his eyes, blurry and blinking and so fucking cute Ryosuke wanted to grab him and kiss the hell out of him…

“I have to go,” and with that Ryosuke bolted up out of his seat, scrambling down the aisle to the bathroom.

“Ryo?”

He felt the tap on his arm, “Ryo, did you hear me?”

Ryosuke’s eyes focused on Yuri, realizing he’d spoken, pulling him out of the memory, “What did you do that day? Were you sick?”

Was I sick?

He laughed, ducking his head down, his hands resting on the back of his head in embarrassment. He never lied to Yuri, in particular when he asked direct questions—a trait that Yuri had picked up on right away and rarely, if ever, beat around the bush because of it.

“I was not sick,” Ryosuke mumbled, his shoulders raising up as chills flushed his skin when Yuri’s hand scratched gently on his neck.

He turned his head, still leaning down, to look at Yuri, “I had to go to the bathroom.”

Yuri tilted his head sideways, trying to understand, his eyes widening, his mouth forming a perfect ‘o’ shape, as he remembered Ryosuke talking about that day being when things changed for them, between them, not in a big huge way, but was definitely the push forward, “That was the day….you saw my folder?”

“Yes.”

“And by saying ‘went to the bathroom’ you mean…” Yuri gestured his hand in a fist, moving it up and down.

“Yes, Yuri, that’s what I mean,” rolling his eyes and laughing at how Yuri could say some of the boldest, most borderline pornographic statements when they were intimate, but outside of that, he was still a thirteen-year-old boy.

Yuri smiled, pleased that he had that effect on Ryosuke even before he was ready to admit his feelings, tapping something on his phone before holding it out so that Ryosuke could read it, “I changed the name of that folder on the day of our Coming of Age Ceremony.”

Ryosuke, curious, reached forward to pull the phone closer, smiling broadly when he read the name of the folder now.

Mine.


Sunday, October 2 – Hiroshima Green Arena (Hiroshima)

START 16:00


“What are we doing for dinner tonight?” Yuri asked as they turned and made their way to the waiting area, fingers entwined, their arms swinging as they walked.

“I’ll make you whatever you want,” Ryosuke answered quickly, looking to see what Yuri thought.

“Hmm, anything I want,” Yuri mused, smiling softly as he turned his head to look at Ryosuke, “I have everything I need,” he squeezed Ryosuke’s hand, making sure he understood, “I am a man who wants nothing.”

Ryosuke stopped him from walking, taking his other hand in his own, smiling broadly, “The sentiment is not lost on me,” he punctuated this thought with a quick kiss to Yuri’s nose, “However, you are entirely too small to not eat, no matter how much you wax poetic.”

“Well,” Yuri twisted his mouth up, his eyes moving to look up at the ceiling, his expression rather comical, “…if you’re going to put it like that, then how about you make me that shrimp stuff you made a few weeks ago?”

“You got it,” Ryosuke smiled, pulling him into a hug, squeezing him until he made a tiny squeaking sound, then releasing him, grabbing his shoulders and turning around to march him toward their spot.

“I’ll make dessert,” Yuri mused.

Ryosuke moved from behind him to step in front of him, causing Yuri to stop abruptly so as to not run him over, “What?!”

“I said, I’ll make dessert.”

You’re going to make the dessert?”

“I am, I’ll make you your favorite!”

Ryosuke stared at him for a moment, wondering if he should call and up their coverage on their renter’s insurance, and trying to think about where the fire extinguisher was in relation to the stove, and especially considering how to ensure that Yuri didn’t actually set himself on fire in the process of attempting to cook.

Yuri could tell exactly what he was thinking.

“Ryo-chan,” Yuri pouted, twisting his finger into the edge of Ryosuke’s hair, tugging on it gently, “You wound me, deeply.”

“I’m just saying…” he reached up, swatting Yuri’s hand away.

“And I just said I would make your favorite dessert!”

“Oh.”

“Ohhhhh!” Yuri mocked him.

Ryosuke grabbed his hand to pull him down the hallway, both boys laughing as he lifted Yuri’s hand to place a quick kiss on it, “You’re the best at washing strawberries and filling bowls up with whipped cream, Ree, like, you are a world class strawberries with cream chef, and the fac—“

“Shut it, Yamada,” Yuri shoved him playfully, “You should count your blessings that I’m even doing that much.”

Ryosuke laughed, nodding his head, winking as he spoke, “Oh, believe me, I count every blessing when it comes to you, Chiisana.”


Friday, October 7 – Yokohama Arena (Kanagawa)

START 18:00


“Ryyyooooooooo,” Yuri whined, trailing along behind him like a puppy as they made their way to the waiting area, “Please tell me!”

“Not gonna happen!” Ryosuke tossed over his shoulder, irritated that his surprise had almost been ruined by Yuri seeing a text on his phone during the earlier breaks that a package had been delivered to the house after they’d left this morning.

“PPPPPllllleaaaaasssseee?” Yuri absolutely could not handle being kept out of the loop and surprises were the bane of his very existence.

It was the reason why Ryosuke never, ever gave away any hint at all that there was a surprise incoming or imminent—because there was nothing that boy wouldn’t do to find out what it was, nothing.

Ryosuke stopped, turning around to face Yuri before they went into the other space, “Chiisana, please, can you just, this one time, just this time, let me have this?”

Yuri frowned, crossing his arms, not liking the sound of that, not at all, “I promise I will still be happy tonight? I don’t understand why it matters if I know or not, I just want to know.”

He knew he was being ridiculous; he knew that he shouldn’t press the issue, and yes, most certainly, Ryosuke should have the delight of surprising him every once in a while without having to go through hell and back to keep the secret.

I really want to know though.

“But, Ryo-chan,” Yuri’s voice became soft, lulling, and what Ryosuke considered dangerous, holding up his hands in front of him as Yuri advanced toward him.

“I could give you something in return,” Yuri cooed, “Whatever you wanted, I would give you, all you have to do is tell me what the surprise is…so simple, then we’re both happy.”

Ryosuke’s hands landed on Yuri’s chest, holding him back as he attempted to step forward, glad that despite how strong Yuri was he was still stronger just for situations like this, “Not this time Ree, you keep your mouth far from me.”

Yuri laughed, doubling his efforts to get past Ryosuke’s hands, “I’ll make it worth it, Ryo, you know I would.”

“I have no doubt,” Ryosuke admitted, “But this time, I’m keeping my secret, you might as well accept it.”

Yuri stood up straight, staring at Ryosuke, trying to measure his resolve, frowning when he realized he was dead set on this decision, throwing his hands up, “Really?”

Ryosuke nodded, “Really.”

“Fine,” Yuri stormed past him, stomping into the room where the other two 7 members were waiting, standing behind Keito to wait for the cue.

Ryosuke wasn’t fazed, he just walked to stand behind Yuri, knowing that he would be just fine, despite his theatrics. It was like he could count down the time in his head. 

Five, four, three, two, one—and turn! 

Exactly forty-five seconds passed before Yuri spun on his heels, his hands folded as if in prayer, his eyes sad, and his mouth in full pout mode, whining, “Don’t you want me to be happy?”

“Oh, GOD!” Yuto exclaimed, exasperated, yet humorous because he actually really enjoyed the stupidly cute antics that Ryosuke and Yuri were always up to, “What is it NOW?”

He turned around, staring at the two of them, shaking his head, then when he made eye contact with Ryosuke, who gave him a knowing look, his eyes widened, “Oh, that!?”

Ryosuke nodded, Yuri turning his head to look at Yuto, and then back to Ryosuke, “Wait! Wait! Yuto knows and I don’t?”

“I know, too,” Keito called out, not even turning around to look at the three of them. Yuri’s mouth dropping open as he stared daggers into the back of his head before he turned to glare at Ryosuke, “And KEITO knows!?”

“Yep,” Ryosuke smiled, because he only had to get through about thirty more seconds and then it would be too late for Yuri to do anything.

“Fine,” Yuri pouted, “but I won’t be happy no matter what when I open it, and you’ll for sure pay for this, I don’t know when or how, but you’re going to pay, Yamada.”

“I’m sure I will,” Ryosuke laughed lightly, shaking his head as Yuri turned back around so Ryosuke couldn’t see his face.

Ryosuke couldn’t wait to get home, as much as Yuri was making a show of his plan to not be excited, Ryosuke knew him better, and was fully aware he wasn’t going to be able to contain his excitement when he opened the gift.

Yep, he could carry on about how he won’t be happy, but when he opened the prototype cell phone that Ryosuke had secured, the one that has not actually been released, the one that can take pictures like a professional camera, the one that can do some of the most insane things that no phone should be able to, the one that is nearly indestructible because it was designed to go into space, the one that Yuri had nearly orgasmed over just by seeing a picture of it in Scientific Magazine, that phone?

Yeah, Ryosuke wasn’t nearly worried about Yuri wanting to punish him, rather he looked forward to seeing Yuri’s face, because he was going to LOVE this surprise and he loved to make Yuri happy.

I can’t wait!


Saturday, October 8 – Yokohama Arena (Kanagawa)

[First] START 12:30


“Did you see that sign?” Yuri asked as they neared the holding area, trying to make the question sound casual, unimportant, “The one about me?”

“What sign? Ryosuke asked, glancing to the side to study Yuri’s expression.

“That’s a no then,” Yuri mumbled, picking up his pace so that they entered the room before Ryosuke could question him any further.


[Second] START 17:00


Yuri saw the sign again, clearly the girl holding it was at both shows today. He’d just swiped the towel across his forehead, dropping it and gasping when Ryosuke came flying out of the tunnel with a look of anger, throwing his coat sideways as he grabbed him by the hips, finding himself pressed up against the wall, Ryosuke’s body grinding into his own, as his lips landed on his neck, fervently pressing kisses and nibbles there, as his mouth moved sensually, slowly up to his ear.

“Ryo-chan…wha..what are yo—“

“That sign is a fucking lie,” Ryosuke whispered in his ear, sucking lightly on the tender skin just below before he lifted his head again to speak, “You’re perfect, Chiisana.”

Yuri realized what he was talking about, his hands moving to pull Ryosuke’s head up so he could see his face when he spoke, his expression soft with adoration, “I don’t care what the sign says, all I need is how you see me.”

“You’re fucking perfect,” Ryosuke demanded, his eyes full of fire, as if he wanted to brand the words onto Yuri’s skin, “Do you hear me, absolutely perfect.”


Sunday, October 9 – Yokohama Arena (Kanagawa)

[First] START 12:30


“I don’t know if I can do this!” Yuri shook his head as they entered the waiting area, wringing his hands nervously.

Ryosuke immediately turned around to face him, using his hands and feet to shuffle and corral him back into the hallway, away from prying eyes, his hands resting on Yuri’s hips, gently squeezing them, “You can do anything, don’t lose your nerve!”

“…but my MOM is out there!” the word Mom seemed more like a curse word the way it was said, and Yuri’s eyes were wide, feeling like there was an earthquake inside of him because of how much his limbs were trembling.

“Yuri,” Ryosuke smiled, trying to temper the words he was going to say with some kind of emotion that would convey that they were meant in a more loving than provocative way, despite the actual words he was using, “Your mother knows we live together, she was at our wedding, and despite whatever you think, I’m pretty sure she knows you’re a grown man who has grown up needs and desires.”

Ryosuke smirked then, his voice taking on a teasing tone, mock whispering loudly, “…and I am also pretty damn sure she’s fully aware that we actually have sex, a lot of it. Which is honestly why she never drops by unannounced.”

“Ryosuke?” Yuri was staring blankly at Ryosuke, who hummed softly, lifting his eyebrows in question, “Don’t ever use the word sex in the same sentence with my Mom.”

Ryosuke thought about it for a second, then nodded, smiling, shuffling Yuri around the corner and toward the exit, leaning forward to whisper in his ear, “Noted, now get your pretty ass out there and show your Mom why I love to fuck you so much.”

“Damn it, Ryo!”

Ryosuke entered the stage for “Party Monster” before Yuri that day, laughing hysterically as he waved to Yuri’s Mom and sister who were seated on the front row.


[Second] START 17:00


Ryosuke already knew before he rounded the corner that Yuri was going to basically kick his ass for the way he’d behaved earlier in the day during most of the show after ‘Party Monster’, specifically because he was teasing him in front of his Mom and sister, who truthfully, absolutely loved Ryosuke.

So, when Yuri was scowling, arms crossed as he leaned on the wall waiting for Ryosuke to appear, all he could do is laugh.

“Oh, don’t you laugh, Yamada,” Yuri fumed, “Let me read to the texts that were waiting for me from my sister…” he pulled up his phone hitting buttons, “…she said, ‘you two need to get a room, do these people not realize you two are a couple? Married? 2 hot!’ and then twenty minutes later she wrote, ‘I’m embarrassed that I’m sitting next to my Mom shipping you and Yamada, and then I realize she’s your mother too, and you’re my damn brother—gross!’…”

Ryosuke just laughed, because it was funny as hell and he wasn’t the least bit ashamed.

“Oh, don’t be too happy,” Yuri mumbled hitting more buttons, then lifting his phone to show Ryosuke a picture—one of him and Yuri playing up fanservice, a little more than usual thanks to Ryosuke torturing him, “MY MOTHER SENT ME THAT, along with a damn video of you that was captioned, ‘Yama-chan knows how to move those hips!’”

“Smart woman,” Ryosuke laughed, turning to walk down the hallway, leaving Yuri standing there with his mouth open.

He stepped after Ryosuke, his voice a hiss, “You like that!”

Ryosuke spun on around to face him, grabbing him, catching Yuri off guard as he tipped him back onto his arm, holding him like a groom holds the bride in wedding pictures, kissing the spot under his chin quickly, one of Yuri’s feet up in the air as he cried out, Ryosuke waiting for him to calm down before he spoke, “Yuri, it’s high time you realize I like anything, everything that has to do with you—in particular, I like your family enjoying our relationship. I spent years lamenting the idea that I could create a wedge between all of you if they didn’t approve of me—so while you’re embarrassed by those texts—I am euphoric. They accept me, they accept us, and they celebrate us. It makes me ecstatic.”

Yuri blinked, the frustration from before melting away as he realized why Ryosuke was the way he was about this, that it was because of all the years he’d been so afraid, so worried about what could potentially happen, dropping his thankfully indestructible phone as his hands lifted to grasp around Ryosuke’s neck, pulling his head down so he could kiss him lightly, “I love you.”

Yuri’s smile made Ryosuke’s knees weak, and in return smiled the kittenish one Yuri adored, “I love you, too, Chiisana.”


Monday, October 10 – Yokohama Arena (Kanagawa)

[First] START 12:30


“Hey?” Ryosuke reached over, taking Yuri’s hand as they met at the end of their respective hallways, turning to walk toward the waiting area.

“Hmm?” Yuri looked at him curiously.

“Thank you,” Ryosuke smiled, his dimples showing in the flashing lights from overhead, squeezing Yuri’s hand gently as he turned to look back down the hallway.

“For…what?” Yuri asked, not sure what was happening or why.

“For loving me,” Ryosuke looked down at his feet, stopping, his hand stilling and Yuri jerking backwards as he hadn’t realized he’d stopped. He turned to face Ryosuke, bending a bit to try to look up into his face.

“You’re the easiest part of my life,” Yuri shuffled forward, Ryosuke’s down-turned head landing on his shoulder as he hugged him, “Honestly, there’s no effort at all, Ryosuke.”

“I’m a big baby, needy, clingy, and then in the next minute I’m moody, stubborn, antisocial, and mostly a complete pain the ass, it’s fine, I admit it,” Ryosuke murmured, turning his head to the side as he pressed his face into Yuri’s neck, inhaling the scent of him, his body shuddering from held back tears, the overwhelming feeling like he could cry from how strongly he felt everything in the moment.

“You’re not, but I’m not going to argue with you, we don’t have time,” Yuri’s hands ran down Ryosuke’s back, holding him tightly, as he realized the cue was maybe a minute away, “But tonight I’m running you a hot bath, and you’re wearing those soft fluffy pajama pants, and I’m going to take care of you. You’re overly emotional because you’re exhausted.”

Ryosuke hummed, hesitantly agreeing that it was probably the truth, and his mind already filtering the images of melting soap petals that Yuri would put in the bath, the taste of the strawberry champagne, and the feel of his hands as they carefully, lovingly washed him—the contentment he would feel as he fell asleep in his husband’s arms, no need to set an alarm, no need to do anything at all the next day as their schedules were completely clear.

“Thank you,” Ryosuke whispered, squeezing him tightly as he prepared to release him so they could make it to the stage for the cue, “for everything.


[Second] START 17:00


Ryosuke was in no better shape emotionally by the time he’d come around the corner, glad to see Yuri waiting for him.

“C’mere,” Yuri whispered, opening his arms, and smiling when Ryosuke immediately dove into them, just letting him hug him while his own arms hung limply at his sides. Yuri traced his hands up and down his back, his voice soft in Ryosuke’s ear, “Focus on all the happy things, okay, just for the next hour and a half, and then we’re going home, and I’ll take good care of you.”

He felt Ryosuke take a shuddering breath, realizing that he was crying when he turned his head to wipe his eyes and sniff. Yuri just kept talking to him, softly, gently, “I left during break while you were doing your interview, and went to the market two streets over—I bought some of those cakes that you love and I also got a basket full of the strawberries from the farmer you adore. I know how much you love the ones that are heart shaped, so I took my time finding just the right ones.”

“I also found some lavender flakes for the bath—they are shaped like flowers, and when they melt little tiny purple flowers from the lavender plant float on top of the water. I thought you would smile when you saw them.”

“I also found a pair of fuzzy slippers for you, they are shaped like puppies and when you walk in them, they bark like a dog, I couldn’t pass them up,” Yuri’s hand pressed into Ryosuke’s back, the other cupping the back of his head, holding him as his body shook softly, “I got some rose oil, and I am going to rub your feet the way you like, and they had this shampoo that is from the Netherlands, it’s got strawberries in it, like chunks of berries, and it smelled like dessert—I’ll wash your hair, and we’ll go to bed, and I’ll turn on Gilmore Girls and we’ll watch it while I play with your hair until you fall asleep.”

“Mmmm,” Ryosuke murmured softly his approval, his arms moving up to rest on Yuri’s hips, “Sounds nice.”

“It will be,” Yuri smiled, kissing Ryosuke’s head lightly, pulling back to kiss his forehead and then his temple and when he lifted his face, a tiny smile appearing, he kissed his cheeks wet with tears, his nose, and then a whisper soft kiss on his mouth before he pulled back.  His hands moving to wipe away the remaining tears, cupping his face in his hands, as he stared into his eyes, “I’ll always take care of you, I promise.”

Ryosuke nodded, looking very small and childlike to Yuri in that moment, none of the Idol appearing anywhere in him, just ‘his’ Ryosuke, “Always, Chiisana, you promise?”

“I promise always and forever,” Yuri answered, pressing their foreheads together, smiling contentedly.

Ryosuke drew in a shuddering breath, nodding, “I promise, too.”


Wednesday, November 2 – Nippon Gaishi Hall (Aichi)

START 18:00


The entire show had been rearranged, and the two boys found themselves with a rare expanse of nearly twenty extra minutes than normal that they would not be on stage during this particular show. There were some special Johnny’s guests and they were doing something or another onstage and two songs had been shuffled creating an unusual break for 7.

They didn’t particularly care where the other two 7 members were, since they had a plan, Ryosuke had snuck through the hallways, careful to not be seen as he ducked into the small closet he knew no one else would ever even notice, let alone seek out.

It was pitch black dark and he didn’t release the doorknob with the thought that he might need to open the door to let some light in so he could see if he was even in the right place. His questions were answered when he felt soft lips press onto his bare chest, he dropped the gold jacket to the floor with one hand, releasing the doorknob from the other hand.

“Yuri,” Ryosuke breathed out, his heart suddenly beating wildly in his chest at the attention he was paying to his skin, his hands moving across the smooth planes, his mouth nipping and sucking lightly. He lifted his hands, still blinded as his eyes hadn’t adjusted although Yuri’s clearly had, reaching up to feel for him, his hands finding his bare back, and caressing slowly up and down for a moment.

He’d thought they might take a sort of pseudo nap or something, but clearly Yuri had other things in mind.

That’s fine, too.

Ryosuke groaned softly, Yuri’s mouth sucking gently on the skin at his collar bone, slowly moving up his neck, then grasped at Yuri’s arms, as he could finally begin to make out the space inside the room he shuffled his feet against Yuri’s to force him backward until he hit the wall. Ryosuke pressed forward still, his body pushing against Yuri’s as his mouth descended on his, his lips and tongue burning a fiery trail from his mouth to his neck to his ear as he reciprocated the attention Yuri’d given to him.

There was something undeniably erotic about the entire situation, a closet built in one of the tunnels small, hidden, yet, in full sight at the same time to anyone who walked down that hallway, small cracks allowing the faintest hint of light to filter through, they were literally surrounded by thousands of people, yet they were completely alone.

Ryosuke moaned when Yuri’s hands moved down his back, palming his backside as he pulled him forward, his hips rolling of their own accord as he dropped his head onto Yuri’s shoulder.

“Ree,” Ryosuke mumbled, and within seconds they were flipped around, Yuri somehow manhandling Ryosuke to turn him and now his back was pressed up against the wall, Yuri’s mouth wild with need as he sucked on his neck, his hands fluttering across Ryosuke’s stomach, fingers near the edge of his boxers that sat above his belt line.

Just as quickly as before, Ryosuke turned the tables and had Yuri pressed back up against the wall, one leg between his legs, his hips pressed into him feeling the hard length of his arousal as he pushed forward, rolling his hips against him to let him know he felt the same, as he whispered in his ear, “I want you so bad.” His hands moving down the smooth planes of Yuri’s stomach to grasp his hips, then one hand shifting forward.

Yuri’s hand snapped to grab Ryosuke’s wrist, “This is a bad idea.”

“Just think about it, Ree,” Ryosuke’s voice was a purr, soft and silky, his warm breath whisping across Yuri’s skin as he spoke, slow kisses trailing down his neck to his collar bone, each word slow, sensual, meant to tease and torture him, “There are fans on the other side of this wall,” his free hand reached beside Yuri’s head and knocked on the wall, “Right there. I could make you scream and they wouldn’t even know they were hearing their beloved Ido—“

“Shut the fuck up and do it then,” Yuri hissed, his normally quiet and reserved demeanor lost to the need he was feeling and the unconscious timer that was constantly running, causing Ryosuke to smile wickedly before his hands were frantic on Yuri’s belt, nimble, practiced fingers quickly releasing the belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans in the same fluid motion that he fell to his knees, his hands drawing down the pants and boxers in a single motion, not even pausing before he drew his tongue slowly up the length of Yuri’s arousal.

“Fuck,” Yuri hissed, everything feeling like it was on fire around him as the crowd roared just beyond the thin wall, the groups on stage still singing and dancing and doing their job.

Yuri’s hips bucked against his will when one of Ryosuke’s hands wrapped around him, moving, sliding, tortuously slow as Ryosuke waited for Yuri to look down at him. Aware that Ryosuke wouldn’t really start his performance until he had a rapt audience, Yuri tried to focus, leaning his chin down on his chest so he could make out Ryosuke in the dark. When their eyes met, Ryosuke smiled, whispering softly, “I love you,” before his mouth opened and his tongue rolled around the tip before he drew it into his mouth, his lips sliding around the smooth head as his tongue swirled, heightening the sensation, worshiping him.

Yuri’s head banged against the wall despite his best efforts to keep his eyes on what was happening, the wall shaking from the sounds beyond it, and his hands slapped against the wall, nails digging, scratching, but there was nothing to grab onto.  He didn’t care how loud the moan was, since he couldn’t have tempered it if he’d tried, when Ryosuke pressed forward, slowly taking his length further and further in, until the entirety was covered with either his hand or his mouth.

Yuri strained to bend his head down, his focus landing on Ryosuke’s hair, then his eyes which were closed in pleasure, his mouth tasting, sucking but not moving yet, teasingly lapping, before he hummed in contentment—and then Yuri couldn’t possibly look away, as nothing he’d ever seen looked as good as Ryosuke on his knees inside this closet surrounded by fifty-thousand people, his beautiful mouth wrapped around him, “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, Ryosuke hummed in contentment at the words, his eyes fluttering open, looking up at Yuri, groaning when he make eye contact, as his own desires were directly tied to Yuri’s.

His hand moved into Ryosuke’s hair, tangling his fingers into it, gently pulling on it because if he didn’t move just the sight alone was going to make him come.

Ryosuke’s eyes narrowed tenderly, understanding, as he began to bob his head, slowly at first, his mouth creating so many sensations that were drawing a tightness from deep inside Yuri forward. He spread his legs further apart, leaning more of his weight onto his shoulders, tilting his pelvis and hissing when the movement allowed Ryosuke to take him in even further.

He didn’t miss the whine, his eyes shifting to see him again, the struggle he could sense in Ryosuke, his legs shifting subtly, a tiny sound escaping, one that he would have missed if he didn’t know him so well, and Yuri understood. Ryosuke would never put his own needs before Yuri’s—he never had—and he wished often he could tell people that—because it seemed to him that the world pictured Ryosuke to be a very demanding and selfish lover—but rather, the simple truth was he was the opposite, in fact, he was the most generous, self-sacrificing lover he could even imagine.

No, Ryosuke would deny himself any pleasure beyond that he received through the way he would enjoy Yuri’s.

“Ryosuke, touch yourself,” he spoke in a pant, voice shaking, loosening his grip on Ryosuke’s hair to gently stroke his face in approval when the hand that had been resting on Yuri’s hip, moved frantically to unbuckle his belt, undo his jeans and to pull his boxers down enough to release his aching need, his eyes panicked in the moment between when his mouth had come off of Yuri, whimpering at the nearly overwhelming desperation as he wrapped his hand around himself, his entire body alight with sensations, nearly able to come just by a single touch.

His eyes looked up to Yuri, full of longing and desire, as his mouth slid back down onto him, his own hand moving to the rhythm he was setting, his pace picking up as he hummed in relief, the vibrating sensation of the deep noise causing even more pleasure for Yuri.

“R-Ryo—fuck!” Yuri cried out, jerking his hand out of Ryosuke’s hair in fear that he was going to rip it out as Ryosuke suddenly took in his entire length, his hand reaching up to grab around Yuri, pulling him further off the wall, his mouth coming to rest on his pelvis, and he swallowed, once, then twice, and Yuri’s hands hit the wall, his fists moving to his hair as he cried out, his body curling in, convulsing, as he felt the first pulse of release.

Ryosuke hungrily drank deeply, allowing Yuri the freedom to move his hips, and for his own part Yuri couldn’t stop himself, lost as the world shattered around him. He rocked his hips, pushing his body forward, not knowing when exactly his hands had found their way into Ryosuke’s hair. Only aware that he was holding Ryosuke’s head there against him, deep down his throat, as he thrust his hips without slowing, he knew he was loud, the noises echoing in his own head as each wave of pleasure was more intense than the last, but he couldn’t be bothered to care.

Ryosuke’s eyes hadn’t left Yuri’s face, his hand still wrapped around his own flesh, and Yuri let go of his head once the pleasure had abated and as he came back to his senses, pulling his hips back so that Ryosuke would release him, panting as he smiled, dropping to his knees so that his mouth could find Ryosuke’s seeking one, his lips moving with purpose, his tongue tasting himself as he tried to express some fraction of his love for Ryosuke.

His hand reached down, pulling at Ryosuke’s wrist to the hand that was pleasuring himself, causing him to whine, protesting, but Yuri pulled back from him, away from his lips which were still trying to find him in his dazed state, his voice firm so as to reach him through the haze of need, commanding, “Let go, Ryosuke!”

Ryosuke’s hand opened, his fingers wide as if he were controlling himself from taking it right back in his hand instantly, his voice pained, gasping, sobbing, “Y-Yuri…p-please.”

“I’ve got you,” Yuri whispered, glad when Ryosuke seemed to understand, his body shifting to lean back, extending his torso to give him room, as Yuri’s hand grasped him firmly, not bothering to go slowly, as they neither had the time, or in all probability, Ryosuke certainly wouldn’t have the patience for a slow build. Instead, Yuri stroked him with the kind of pressure he knew Ryosuke enjoyed, working him hard, twisting at the head, then back down again, his other hand moving to fondle and squeeze him, encouraging him with his words, “It’s okay, you can let go, I’m here, I’ve got you now.”

“Ree, fuck!” Ryosuke cried out, and Yuri found himself amused, because he knew it was both a question and a complaint, and truthfully a compliment, but he didn’t slow down, instead he just renewed his efforts, keeping the same pace as Ryosuke’s hips began to thrust forward in response.

“Ree, I-I’m gonna c—“ and within seconds Ryosuke’s hands entwined in Yuri’s hair, his gasps and cries punctuating the flow of hot liquid that Yuri swallowed down, having realized almost too late that they didn’t have anything there to clean themselves up with—so he’d bent over Ryosuke as he realized was nearing completion, taking him into his mouth as he came. He continued to suck and stroke him until his body stopped pulsing, Ryosuke curled over top of him as he tried to catch his breath.

Ryosuke finally pulled himself up, listening to the sounds outside, and smiling when Yuri leaned up to kiss him softly before asking, “How much time?”

“Seven minutes to spare,” Ryosuke mused, trying to catch his breath, pressing forward to kiss Yuri’s forehead before he reached down to help him fix his pants and the series of belts that held all of his electronics for mics and earplugs.

They’d managed to compose themselves in record time, quickly moving through the hallways to enter the waiting area, actually arriving before Keito and Yuto.

Ryosuke took the moment to center himself, pulling Yuri into a hug, resting his head against his, humming softly.

“Love you, Ryo,” Yuri whispered, squeezing him harder.

“Love you more, Chiisana.”

 “Impossible.”

They would have to finish the argument about who loved the other the most later or they’d be late to cue.


Thursday, November 3 – Nippon Gaishi Hall (Aichi)

[First] START 13:30


Yuri had finished changing and rushed down the tunnel toward where he normally met Ryosuke, reaching up to fix his mic, filled with mixed feelings as he considered the fact that today was their last show, when he nearly ran into Ryosuke, both of them turning to walk down the hallway to the waiting area.

“Ryo, can you fix my cord to my earpiece?” Yuri stopped just as they were about to enter the room with the other 7 members–the faint lights from above them casting strange shadows around the area.

“Yep!” Ryosuke moved up behind Yuri, seeing where the cord had caught on the edge of his jacket, carefully pulling it lose and making sure it tucked down beside his neck.

He smiled when he felt Yuri shiver from his touch, the grin spreading as he reached down to his hips, grabbing the loops on his jeans and pulling them gently back and forth as he pulled down on them.

Yuri huffed, his hands going to cover Ryosuke’s, attempting to still them, “Stop that!” his voice was a hiss, but only caused Ryosuke to pull even harder on the loops.

Yuri’s hips wiggled back and forth against his will from the force of the push and pull of Ryosuke’s hands, sighing in annoyance as he tried to step backwards, finding Ryosuke nothing short of a brick wall as he had foreseen this attempt to stop him and stepped forward in advance.

“You pull your jeans up too high, Yuri,” Ryosuke breathed softly into his ear, humming when he felt Yuri press back into him, “It’s the last day, just give the fans what they want.”

Yuri sighed, no longer resisting as Ryosuke finally had the jeans pulled down onto his hips, feeling foreign and strange not resting where he preferred them.

He sucked in a breath when Ryosuke’s hand slid around his waist, his fingers running softly across the exposed skin, tracing one of the lines of his hip bone. His skin was sensitive, his abdomen tightening reflexively as his fingers moved along the edge of where the jeans now rest—dipping slowly, sensually down under the band of his boxers that were riding above the top of the jeans now–causing Yuri to inhale sharply, one of his hands jerking forward to rest on Ryosuke’s wrist.

As the muscles hardened, Rysouke flattened his hand, pressing it into Yuri’s abdomen, pulling him backward until his body rest perfectly against his own, his mouth tickling his ear as he whispered, “Better yet, give me what I want.”

Suddenly, both of Ryosuke’s hands were resting firmly on Yuri’s hips, holding them tightly as he rolled his own hips against him, laughing lightly when Yuri groaned, slapping away his hands and moving forward the few steps to enter into the area where the others were waiting.

Ryosuke was still laughing as he listened to see how much time they had…probably only about thirty more seconds, he lifted his eyebrows as if to say “What!?” when Yuto narrowed his eyes at him, then shook his head before he leveled a knowing look at him, laughing lightly.

He shrugged, not really caring how close they had cut it, it was worth it to unnerve Yuri which was one of his favorite things these days.

Fifteen seconds.

He could feel the thrill as the adrenaline began to flow through his veins, he started to bounce on the balls of his feet, shifting his weight from one leg to the other as the anticipation grew.

Ten seconds.

Keito stepped to the edge of the door, with Yuto directly behind him, Yuri was in front of Ryosuke, undoubtedly going through his quiet “I can do this” moments before this song as it STILL wasn’t one of his favorites. It didn’t seem to matter to him how many different ways that Ryosuke had told him how unbelievably and undeniably sexy he was (which rounded up to about 124 at this point)–that was Ryosuke’s job. Period.

Five seconds.

Keito began walking through the doorway, followed quickly by Yuto. The moment he’d stepped through the dark opening Yuri had turned around, stepping straight up and into Ryosuke, who threw his arms up, startled by the quick movement, blinking rapidly.

Before he could understand what was happening, Yuri’s mouth was on his, biting softly at his bottom lip. Yuri’s tongue warm and spicy from the tea he tended to drink between sets, a quick but passionate kiss that promised much more than it should, and then the softness of his lips moving quickly to the side of Ryosuke’s face as his tongue traced a path from his jaw to his ear, where he sucked lightly on his earlobe. Rysouke’s body broke out in chills, his hands coming down, one of them threading quickly into Yuri’s hair pulling him closer.

Yuri’s hands moved smoothly across Ryosuke’s abdomen, his fingers tickling the delicate skin there, as they swept across his waist, reaching around him to pull him harshly forward into him. His mouth released Ryosuke’s ear as his voice held a sing-song quality full of mischief, whispering so that his lips barely touched the shell of his ear, “I’ll give you exactly what you want, you just wait, Ryosuke.”

And as quickly as it had happened, as if it were something that he had imagined or dreamed, Yuri was gone out the dark exit. Ryosuke’s mouth opened and closed, unable to move or react, as Yuri had just one-upped his game in a deeply profound way–a new and exciting way–decidedly unexpected way–shocking Ryosuke so much that for the first time, he was fifteen seconds late for a cue.

There’d be hell to pay for that from the members…no doubt about it.


 [Second] START 18:00


The concert had gone smoothly, the group was both extremely excited and also sad to think it was their last official concert for this tour. They’d put together a few special segments through this particular show, as a fan appreciation kind of event.

Throughout the evening they would appear inside specially designed ‘hot air balloons’ with a large basket on the bottom for each of them to sit or stand in—allowing them to relax for a few minutes to gain their strength while staff went through the audience to take questions for the idols to answer. They’d randomly drawn numbers, with Ryosuke ending up being grouped with Yuto and Daiki. He was assigned the center balloon which would hang above the stage, moving outward from the center curtain and suspending higher than the other two. They were built with a paneling around the base of it which hid the drinks and the costumes they would change into when the lights went off.

The panels were lit up with LED lights that the staff would control and put different symbols and words on them throughout the Q&A. Inside there was a stool in case they wanted to sit, a box with their costumes, and a crate that had towels, ice cold water bottles, and tissues. The sides were made high to ensure their safety, which meant it came up quite a bit higher on Ryosuke because of his height—they’d actually had the audacity to ask him if he wanted a platform put in his so he ‘could see over the top’.

Idiots.

Ryosuke had looked for Yuri during the few minutes he had before it was time for his turn but didn’t see him anywhere. He climbed the steps to the platform that led to the balloon carefully, to prevent tripping, as he was still in the ‘Dear’ costume—which had been sung out of order and in a different configuration than the normal concerts—the pink coat covering him from head to toe. He waited in the wing, listening to what was being said before his name was announced, stepping out from the curtain, waving as he opened the door to and stepped inside the cart, locking the door then shuffling his feet as it felt like someone had put the costume box right in the middle of the basket.

The spotlight was so hot, bearing down on him at a bad angle because of the way the balloon was situated, and he was thankful that Yuri had talked him into just wearing underwear with the coat—which honestly, was entirely too heavy despite him having asked the staff multiple times if they couldn’t come up with a thinner material.

As it was, they normally had on a full set of clothing under it, but the change up in set and locations meant that Ryosuke would be in one of the mock balconies up top and not moving, which meant he didn’t need to put anything on, and when he finished the Q&A he’d be putting on the clothes for his next song ‘Party Monster’ waiting for him in the box.

He was glad that Yuri had suggested it, at first, he was leery because wardrobe malfunctions happen, but Yuri had pointed out that if the worst thing that could happen was the audience seeing a peek of his boxers that wasn’t anything too scandalous. For the sake of comfort, he’d agreed, and was relieved he did because there was nothing that could make this coat, which mostly felt like he was wearing drapes, any more comfortable.

He grasped the edge of the cart as it began moving forward, the spotlight already much better than it had been at the small change in position, having the faint light from the backdrops to make the glare from the spotlights less severe. Once the other two members were announced, the balloon began to lift higher into the arena rather quickly. His fingers were white on the edge, but otherwise he’d learned to control his innate fear of heights.

That said, when he felt something touch his leg, he jumped backward, a yelp coming out of his mouth as he looked down into the floor of the cart to see Yuri covering his mouth, laughing, and trying to signal for him to act normal and not say anything.

“You okay, Yama-chan?” Daiki asked from below him, his eyes landing on one of the screens across the venue that showed the cameras were focused on him wide eyed, causing everyone to laugh.

Ryosuke couldn’t school his expression, he looked around realizing that there was no way anyone else would know that Yuri was in the cart with him. It didn’t explain what he was actually doing in the balloon with him, but it did give him the ability to take a deep breath before he spoke.

“Oh, you know me…” he made a show of holding on tightly to the edges of the cart, “just a little nervous about heights! Which naturally means I would be assigned the one that goes up highest!”

It’s totally true, damn staff thinking they’re so funny.

They all laughed, and he was thankful that Hikaru was on stage as the MC as he began the Q&A with some guidelines and rules.

While he was doing this, Ryosuke glanced down to see Yuri sitting cross-legged, his back up against the front of the cart, smiling up at him. Ryosuke reached up behind his head so he could switch off his mic, clicking the button and then without looking down, speaking, “What the hell are you doing in here?”

“Keeping my promise,” Yuri’s voice was firm, an edge to it that caused Ryosuke to glance down at him, wide eyed, and confused, then very concerned when he saw the glint of mischief shining from Yuri’s eyes.

“What do you think, Yama-chan?”

He jerked when he heard his name over the speakers, quickly switching his mic back on and laughing, “I’m sorry guys, I’m really out of sorts! Can you repeat the question please?”

Hikaru mockingly put his hands on his hips and made a big show of frowning to indicate that he was mad at Ryosuke which caused the audience to laugh, then said, “Pay attention this time, the question is whether we will be doing a special song for our tenth anniversary?”

Ryosuke hummed, nodding his head, “Well, I think it’s entirely possible we wi—“ his word was cut off with a squeal, when he felt Yuri’s hand on his leg, reaching under the robe, and slowly tickling his calf, he cleared his throat, “—so sorry, sorry, this thing isn’t stable this afternoon!”

He shook the cart like it was scary, giving them his best Idol smile, “…but I’ll endure it for you, lovely fans!”

The crowd all said “ahhh” and “oohhh” and then he continued, “It’s certainly possible,” he tried to slap away Yuri’s hands as they moved higher up on his thigh, but the coat hindered him, “we would do a special release,” as soon as he said the word Yuri’s hand moved across the front of his underwear, slowly, teasingly, causing Ryosuke’s voice to go higher, the friction causing a rush of excited desire to flood his body, his skin tingling with goosebumps, despite his brain completely freaking out, “a—a release—but we haven’t been given an-y-y information on it.”

The last words were rushed out, his hand already on the switch on his mic turning it off instantly, as he bent down like he was getting a water bottle, his face inches from Yuri’s as he hissed, “Damn it, Yuri, stop fucking around, I’m working here!”

If the words had any effect what so ever on Yuri it was impossible to tell, because he still had some kind of devious, self-satisfied smile on his face as he held up the water bottle for Ryosuke, whispering, “Go do your damn job, Yamada, I’m working here!”

Ryosuke stared at him, trying to read him and then everything clicked, the way he’d brought up the change in the sets and how he could just wear boxers under the coat, even the fact that despite thinking he’d packed his normal boxers, when he’d gotten dressed at the venue the ones in his bag were a pair of the underwear that Yuri had bought them that he’d been harassing him to try.

Ryosuke had been reluctant, as he was a man of comfort and frankly if he found something he liked, he didn’t want to change it.

That said, he was in no position to argue since he couldn’t go on stage commando, so he’d used the underwear, some kind of special style, which was fine, the advertisement on the package was right when it said that it made access far easier than the normal style of underwear—which was good, especially in their line of work and lack of time for breaks, and in all truth, the fabric was so thin and soft, sleek and comfortable, he might be willing to give up his boxers for something like this,

Of course, the fact that he was wearing the ‘easy access’ underwear while he had on a coat while wearing nothing else but those underwear with his husband at his feet in a cart an ungodly number of feet up in the air was NOT lost on Ryosuke.

“You…y-you…damn….fuck…” Ryosuke was beyond words, sputtering in anger, and nearly fell backward when he stood up too quickly as someone said his name again. He switched the mic on, thankful he’d heard the end of the question so he wouldn’t look quite so stupid again.

“I agree with Dai-chan,” he set his mind to say as few words as possible, “one of our favorite parts of new releases is the chance to film a—“ his hand that wasn’t holding the water slammed down on the edge of the cart, clenching to it as hard as he could to mostly stop himself from reaching down and smacking Yuri upside the damn head when both of his hands traveled up his legs, lightly tracing his fingernails on the surface of his already sensitive skin, causing a chill to move up through his body, a shudder shaking him as he finished the thought, “PV for the songs we’ve made for you!”

He kicked his foot forward, not necessarily wanting to hurt Yuri, but needing him to stop what he was doing. He was thankful when the next question was some technical question about drums that Yuto would answer and likely take a while to answer, so he clicked off his mic, still looking out to the crowd as he tried to speak without moving his mouth too much, “Stop it!”

He tried to shift backward but was stopped when one of Yuri’s hands grabbed his ankle, the other one slowly moving further upward, “I mean it, Yuri, knock it off!”

“I told you that I’d give you what you wanted, didn’t I?”

Ryosuke’s eyes snapped down to Yuri’s, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Earlier I told you,” Yuri smiled, a vision of adoration and love, “I’ve been planning this for a while, I know this is a fantasy of yours,” Yuri whispered, his eyes wide and pleading, “Let me give this to you.”

“I-I—what the…n-no Chiisana, please, this isn’t like that,” Ryosuke spoke earnestly, glad that Yuto was exceptionally long winded today, “I don’t—“

“It’s exactly like that, and I can give it to you,” Yuri whispered, his heart so open, so honest, his hands moving up and down Ryosuke’s legs slowly, “Let me, please?”

Ryosuke looked around the arena, fifty-thousand people all paying attention to the four idols in the spotlight, and Yuri was there to what? Fulfill some fantasy of his?

“No.”

He glanced back down, and if he was worried before he was suddenly terrified as he watched the expression on Yuri’s face change from one that was soft and gentle to one that was filled with resolve, “Do your job, stop being my Ryosuke, and be the Idol,” Yuri demanded, recognizing that this was going to require a different tactic to do what he wanted to do, lifting up on his knees, grinning at Ryosuke who was scowling, shaking his head, and then quickly opening his water, taking a deep pull into his mouth hoping it would cool him off.

He spewed the water out, glancing around, relieved he wasn’t on the jumbotron, nearly choking as Yuri’s hands had moved all the way up his legs to the edge of his underwear, his fingers slowly tracing the lines that ran around his thighs causing him to tremble, and then as he looked down with wide eyes, Yuri spoke in no uncertain terms, his voice smooth and firm, but laced with the need he had to do this one thing, the thing only he could do for his beloved, “You can either embrace it, or not, but either way, you’re going to come for me, right here, right now—please, let me give you this without making me feel like I’m molesting you or forcing you to do something you don’t want.”

His fingers began to trace lines around Ryosuke’s abdomen, causing him to break out into a cold sweat, his heart a chaotic rhythm in his head, Yuri’s voice taking on an air of seduction as he continued to speak softly, his tone intimate, knowing, “In front of all of these people, all of these fans, all of them, witnessing you coming undone at my command, but not even knowing, not even seeing what is right before their eyes…”

Ryosuke’s eyes widened, his mouth going dry as he tried to come up with an argument, any words that might put a stop to this madness…but he knew that Yuri was already aware of the truth, somehow.

“I know it’s what you want…”

Ryosuke sucked in a sharp breath when Yuri’s hand moved down, gripping him through his underwear, the hard length of his arousal speaking volumes as to the effect Yuri’s words had on him no matter how much he wanted to pretend he was above that.

“How…did you kn—“

“You talk in your sleep, remember?” Yuri winked at him, seeing the approval as it crossed his face, the understanding, and the quick nod of his head that meant he was all in, whether a mistake or not—that was all Yuri needed. Ryosuke watched as his face reflected the hunger, the desire he had to do this for him and all he could think was how fortunate he was.

Yuri smiled, his eyes conveying how pleased he was, then moved quickly so there was no chance that Ryosuke would change his mind. Ducking his head down quickly until Ryosuke could no longer see him, instead, his body was covered by the pink fabric of his coat, his mouth landing on his thigh, sucking slowly on the skin with clear intent to leave a bruise as his hands moved around his thighs to pull him forward.

Ryosuke shifted his feet apart, shuffling until he could rest his elbows on the side of the cart bent slightly forward but far enough away for Yuri to fit between him and the wall. He was unclear on what the hell Yuri had done with his own legs, but not particularly caring at the moment, as he held his breath, trying to figure out a way to handle this.

This is insane. We are insane.

His eyes drifted over the crowd, his mind filtering through his options while doing his best to pay attention to the questions, since Daiki was now answering something or another about something he couldn’t even begin to comprehend, because Yuri had moved his mouth up to his belly button and was slowly swirling his tongue there as his hands shifted the “easy access” opening of his underwear to release him.

He hissed, inhaling sharply, his hands gripping the rail as Yuri pushed his legs, forcing him to spread them wider, when Yuri’s hand began to lightly stroke him, his mouth moving back to his leg, sucking hard there again. All his senses were hypersensitive, the venue, the lights, the sounds, the feelings all intoxicating, threatening to overwhelm him. It was as if he could feel the light tickling his skin, the air skimming the edges of his ears, and he heard his name spoken over the crowd, trying to focus, repeating the mantra “be the Idol” over and over again as he stared blankly at Hikaru who was conveying the question the member of the audience had for him. He reached a trembling hand up to turn his mic back on.

“The young lady would like to know who from our group you’re closest to in your personal time and why?”

“Ahh,” he hummed softly, clearing his throat, “We are all very close, of course,” he said just what he would say any other time, because it’s true they are all very close, he bit his lip for a moment, trying to not make a sound, as Yuri twisted his hand, causing a spike of pleasure to travel up his spine, “b-but on our own time we d-do tend to break up into s-smaller groups.”

“I can—can’t speak for others,” he paused unnaturally for a moment, his hands gripping the edge of the cart, knuckles white as he felt Yuri’s tongue move slowly from the base all the way to the tip, once, “but for myself, I…I…um, ahhhh…I spend time with,” twice, “aahhhhh, Keito, and Daiki, and…”

Just as he was about to say the last name, Chinen plunged his mouth down his length, pushing further and further forward as his lips met his hand, sucking hard, humming to increase the sensation.

“CH-HINEN!” the name came out somewhere between a scream and a curse.

Fucking Chinen, I will fucking kill him.

Everyone laughed, and he had no idea what they actually thought was happening, no idea at all, but Hikaru laughed with everyone, “Yeah, you and Chii-chan are very close, we can tell you feel really strongly about that. So…why?”

“Ahhhhh—haaa–hhh,” he drew the sound out longer than he needed to, something between a sigh and a groan, because he HAD to make some kind of noise as Yuri began bobbing his head, slowly working him with his mouth and hand, consuming him, tormenting him, his legs shaking beneath him, “We get along, l-liiiike the saaame things.”

He lifted a shaky hand to wipe across his brow, the sweat threatening to drip down his face, when Hikaru spoke again, nodding, just like they were having a perfectly normal conversation, except Ryosuke felt like he was going to scream if he had to keep talking, “You and Chii-chan are exceptionally close, what makes your friendship with him different than with the other Jump members?”

Fuck!

“Ah…hmmmm…” he hummed, any vocalization was satisfying right now, and then wanted to cry when Yuri stopped. Stopped moving, stopped stroking, stopped everything as if his continuation of this activity was solely dependent on Ryosuke’s answer to the question.

Fucking fuck!

“Yuri is…” a fucking asinine son of a bitch who is going to die a slow and painful death after this show, “my b-best friend…”

The crowd twittered with happiness at the confession then quieted to hear the rest.

Yuri’s hand slid down his shaft, barely touching him, just a tease, one slow soft stroke that make his knees feel like they were going to buckle out from under him, “He k-knows me better than anyone really, and I-I can be m-myself with him.”

Another soft, teasing stroke, a gentle caress of his mouth against the skin on his leg.

“He has a-a beautiful s-soul, and I-I….” He felt Yuri’s breath whisper across the sensitive head, a soft kiss placed on the tip,

 “Oohh, mmmy Goooooddddd,” Ryosuke couldn’t stop the words from spilling out, a strangled sound echoing across the arena, his fingers digging into the metal, locking his arms to keep them from shaking, glad he was good at thinking fast, “He would kill me for saying this, s-sooooooo, you guys make s-sure he doesn’t f-find out, okay?”

The crowd buzzed with excitement at being given special insight into the ‘Yamachii’ relationship.

“I really, r-really love him the best,” he announced, slapping the mic away from his face, wanting the attention to leave him as quickly as possible, clicking off the mic, groaning loudly, his eyes open and fixed, praying that they would move on because he could tell that if Yuri moved he was going to come, within seconds, and he did NOT want that to happen with the cameras on him.

The crowd went crazy, and suddenly the lights dimmed a bit and all the screens filled with a montage of pictures of him and Yuri and he couldn’t be bothered to question why they even had something like that prepared, his eyes just focused on it to keep from losing his mind, the pictures flashing one after another and the crowd’s volume growing with each one.

Yuri was still and Ryosuke wanted to scream at him because he was pretty sure he was going to die if he didn’t finish this, his entire body was wound up so tight and he didn’t think he’d ever been as hard as he was right now—and all he wanted, all he needed was Yuri’s mouth.

Everything happened in less than a ten second span of time…

“Fuck, Ree!” his voice was so loud he wanted to cringe, but thankfully it was lost in the sound of the crowd below him, as Yuri was done tormenting Ryosuke, causing him to inhale sharply when his mouth finally moved down, meeting his hand as he bobbed his head, twisting and slurping as he came back up, he was so close.

Once.

The screens in the corner lit up with his face again and he was cursing the entire world—hell, the entire galaxy, because he couldn’t stop this, not now, his face was flushed, his skin slick with sweat, his lips were slightly parted as he was panting, attempting to keep his eyes open, to convey something other than the fact his husband was giving him the most erotic, sensual, and hardcore blowjob ever right in front of all of them and that the first wave of his orgasm was moments away from pulsing through his body.

A low groan beginning deep inside.

Twice.

Yuri had known how close Ryosuke was, knowing his body like his own, and he knew just what he needed, one hand on the shaft firm as it pressed back toward his pelvis, moving his mouth around the head like he was enjoying his favorite ice cream cone. He moaned as he felt the tightening, squeezing lightly, sliding backward to press the heel of his hand upward right where he knew it would bring Ryosuke the most pleasure.

Ryosuke’s entire body froze for a moment, his breath caught in his throat making a gasping sound, and the room felt like it was spinning, and then suddenly, he was coming, instantly, hard, his hands reached down to touch Yuri, frustrated by the stupid fabric separating them, not used to feeling alone in this moment. His body shuddered, his hips rolling, thrusting forward into the hand that was holding him firmly at the base, Yuri’s mouth continuing to move as his body came apart in the ecstasy of his climax. He felt the unique sensation of Yuri swallowing, another wave sweeping through him as he continued to worship him, heightening each sensation as it moved through his body.

He bit his lip, reducing the noises he wanted to make to choked back groans, moans, and gasps that he knew Yuri would hear but no one else would. He wanted him to know what he was doing to him, since he couldn’t see it. When the last wave rushed through him, he whimpered, buckling forward, his hands catching himself on the rail as Yuri slowed his movements, softened his touch, easing him down from the euphoria.

He felt Yuri’s mouth carefully cleaning him, lovingly, gently, making sure he would be comfortable enough to finish the concert, tucking him back in his “easy access” underwear, then slowly Ryosuke opened his eyes, discovering that sometime during that mind-blowing orgasm, the lights had gone out and two of the boys were on the far front stage doing some planned gag with the audience singing along. Glancing behind him he realized the balloon had moved into place for him to exit it and go down the higher flights of steps. They had twelve minutes before they had to be out there for ‘Party Monster’.

He had never been more grateful for complete darkness than that moment, as the area of the stage they were in was bathed in it.

Yuri slid backwards, moving out from under the robe and Ryosuke’s eyes met his, one of his hands releasing the edge, reaching down to grab the hand that fluttered up to him, intertwining his fingers within Yuri’s, pulling him up.

He should be smarter, they both should be smarter, maybe, but there were times in life you just said, ‘screw it all’ and did what felt right, and this was one of those moments. As soon as Yuri was standing, Ryosuke pressed forward to capture his lips with his own, softly, gently and then pulling back to look into his eyes, barely discernible in the dim light of the stage, “Thank you—it was better than…just absolutely…perfect!”

Yuri smiled, and to Ryosuke it seemed like it was so beautiful it could light up the whole arena, “I would do anything to make you smile, Ryosuke, I love you.”

Ryosuke leaned his head forward, pressing a soft kiss to Yuri’s temple, then one on his forehead before he tilted his head down to look into his eyes, “Everything you do makes me smile, Chiisana, everything. I love you.”


 Epilogue


A few weeks later the boys were gathered around a table at headquarters discussing some of their end of year plans when Kota pulled out a stack of magazines and threw them on the table, “I think we’re going to have to discuss this.”

Everyone was confused, pulling them around to look at them until all eyes shifted and landed on Ryosuke and Yuri who were both looking down at a magazine Keito had pushed between them.

Ryosuke looked up, his expression unreadable, and then he laughed, “What?”

He wanted to laugh because he couldn’t believe it, there across the magazine was  blurry, hardly discernable image from the last concert of the tour of the balloon Ryosuke had been in with Chinen…and while you could not make out who was there, it was perfectly clear that Ryosuke was not alone in the balloon, and moreso, quite clear that they were kissing.

The page was plastered with the headline declaring “Is it love?”

Ryosuke heard the others talking quickly but he flipped open the magazine to the page with the article, skimming it and shaking his head, as there was some assumption that it must be someone from the crew, a girl whom Ryosuke had fallen in love with—straight up with quotes from their “friends” about their blossoming relationship.

“Look at this,” Ryosuke elbowed Yuri, pointing to the article as he glanced up to find the others in various states of confusion, frustration, and agitation.

“That’s you and someone in that damn balloon!” Hikaru hissed, standing up, his eyes moving beside Ryosuke to land on Yuri.

“No shit, Sherlock, don’t be stupid, Hikka, it’s fucking me and Yuri!” Ryosuke felt challenged, and jumped to his feet, causing the entire room to erupt, bursting into multiple conversations all at once, all of them chaotic and loud, and Ryosuke just looked down, shaking his head, when Yuri raised his voice, trembling as the words filled the room, “Shut the fuck up already!”

Everyone stopped talking, shocked at the outburst, Ryosuke sitting down in the chair next to him, pulling on his hand trying to get him to sit too, but Yuri shook it off, glancing down at him with fire in his eyes.

“We’re allowed to be happy, we’re allowed to be…and…we live in the shadows, and I understand why, but…sometimes it’s…it’s just that…” Yuri swallowed hard, his eyes clenching closed for a moment before he frowned, “I’m just saying, to be clear, I’m not apologizing for this.”

Ryosuke wanted to grab Yuri and run him out of the room because he could hear it, he could hear the breaking in his voice and he knew damn well if he started crying in this room with the other members he was going to hate himself.

“Nobody said you needed to apologize, Chii-chan,” Daiki spoke softly, “…but you’re also not supposed to draw attention to this…we all agreed that your relationship needed to remain secret.”

The sentence ended in a question, one that Daiki was trying to understand, not sure how to have this conversation and not walk away with someone’s feelings hurt.

“Yeah,” Yuya sighed softly, “I mean…that’s why you guys stopped doing so much fan service and stuff anyway and we all went to flirting with you, I mean it’s not like any of us were up for that or whatever…”

“True,” Kei nodded in agreement, “I mean, we’ve all been doing what we can to keep the attention away from you two…”

“And then we do this…” Ryosuke spoke the words he knew the others were dancing around.

“Well, yeah,” Daiki shrugged, “I guess that’s it…”

He waved his hands at the books on the table, “This is bad, you know?”

“Is it really though?” Ryosuke stood up, slamming his hands on the table, frowning when he saw Yuri flinch, instinctively reaching his arm out to the side to press Yuri behind him, comforted when he felt him latch onto his shirt, “Is it REALLY a bad thing? Please, enlighten me, I want to know how it’s a bad thing? Because we follow all the rules and we literally live as prisoners in our own home because of how stupid this is—so how, are these pictures…these absolutely absurd stories about me loving some crew member going to cause problems!?”

Some of them shuffled their feet, others looked down, but Ryosuke just raised his voice, “All I see are fucking shadows—if someone can actually identify anything from those pictures, please, show me, I mean I get it okay? I know, I get it, the Absolute Ace Yamada Ryosuke caught in a dating scandal—I’m sure it will be an issue, then we’ll make a statement, and everyone will forget about it but…you guys, you’re supposed to…”

He gritted his teeth, growling as he leaned over the table, grabbing the magazines and pointing at each one, “I see nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing! Nothing!”

“You can’t tell the first thing about who is there, so that’s not really what this is about, but just for your own satisfaction, for sure, you dumbasses, please make sure you harass Yuri, please, make sure you make him feel good and guilty for something that is absolutely going to have zero effect on any one of you! If we did get in trouble it would be US getting in trouble, not you!”

“What you do affects us all…” Hikaru spoke plainly, though it was clear he was doing his best to be sure both of them understood his support rather than him accusing them of being irresponsible.

“The only bad thing that could come from this is what, please, Hikka, tell me?”

Ryosuke took Yuri’s hand that was clenching to his arm, holding it firmly so he’d know he didn’t have to worry, sighing as he plopped down in the chair beside Yuri.

“I don’t know!” Hikaru admitted, frustrated, “But this can’t be okay!? Can it?”

He looked around at the others, and everyone just shrugged, no one really knowing what to think.

“It’s fine, you guys need to calm down,” Yuto stated, his eyes shifting around the room, “We all have our own ways of dealing with this stupid life, okay? There’s clearly no harm done here.”

“It could have been an issue,” Kota responded, glancing down at the magazines, “I can’t help but feel like…it could have been a problem…”

“So, we’re going to borrow troubles for problems we’re not even facing right now for the sake of what? Making everyone paranoid about something bad that could potentially happen?” Keito tilted his head, shrugging, “I mean…I had my picture taken while in bed with a girl and she sold it to a magazine…if we’re going to be freaking out—not one of you ever even mentioned it to me…”

His eyes moved beside him, not missing the grimace on Yuto’s face at the mention of his history, his fingertips crawling across the surface of the table to take Yuto’s in his own, squeezing his hand tightly.

“Well, I mean…” Daiki stuttered, glancing at the other members.

“I mean, I have had my own stuff…” Kei murmured, embarrassed, “Probably we all have…”

Kota sighed, leaning back in his chair, his hands scrubbing at his eyes, “I mean, this is why I said we needed to discuss it, of course…but I mean…we’re saying what exactly right now?”

“That you can’t hold Ryosuke to a higher standard than the rest of us,” Yuto snapped, “…either we’re putting all of our stupid stuff out here or we’re putting none of it, because it’s not fair for him to be treated in a completely different way for something he never even asked for in the first place,” his eyes moved past Keito to look at Ryosuke whose eyes had widened as Yuto spoke with such passion, tilting his head in appreciation.

Ryosuke leaned forward, his hand still clutching Yuri’s, “Listen, it’s not an easy thing, okay? Making yourself vulnerable—sure, you guys love me, and you love Yuri—and we’re so blessed that you guys support us being together. I guess…it’s been getting harder and harder to pretend in front of everyone, even in front of you.”

“We weren’t trying to cause problems,” Yuri whispered softly, “It was just a dumb thing.”

“We’re not mad,” Daiki shrugged, “I get it, it’s stupid to pretend we don’t understand that situation for what it is, it was just…surprising…” he shrugged, “You two have always been so careful, so discreet, it was…it’s weird you did something like this is all, it was just shocking.”

“But…” Daiki smiled, glancing at the others, “We would defend you; we’d stand with you no matter what, we’ve got your back…”

“I can be honest in saying I didn’t fully understand before,” Yuto declared, his eyes settling on Keito beside him, “I do now.”

Keito hummed in agreement, his eyes moving across the others who were clearly thinking through the situation, Yuya taking a deep breath before he spoke, “Best had discussed the fact we were being unfair with our expectations of ensuring nothing ever tarnished Ryosuke’s reputation…”

Yuya glanced around challenging any of the Best members to say it wasn’t true—this was a time to come clean, not continue to stick their heads in the sand.

“I’m sorry,” Hikaru spoke, shaking his head lightly, “I didn’t mean to act like I was unhappy with you guys, this just scares me—it’s been drilled into our heads, no relationships, no relationships, and it’s hard to think differently—I mean you two are married for goodness sake! Obviously, that’s against the rules. But Dai-chan and Yuyan are right, we’d totally go to the mat with you guys! We’d fight Johnny’s right beside you—we’re Jump, not some group that wouldn’t take care of their own.”

Daiki nodded, his voice soft, “You shouldn’t have to hide it—and I’m thankful that we’re your groupwe’re brothers—so that you can be honest with us at least,” Daiki admitted softly, his eyes focused on the magazines in front of him, nodding his head in certainty, “We’ll take care of this like we always have with everything else.”

The others whispered soft sentiments of understanding toward them, a calm, peaceful atmosphere growing in the room which made them all jump when Daiki abruptly shouted, “OY!”

Everyone looked at him and he picked up one of the magazines, holding it up and pointing to the blurry picture of the balloon that appeared to have not one but two people in it.

“This was the last concert, this was during the…holy shit!!!” Daiki’s eyes went wide as he opened and closed his mouth, “Fucking, you two were in that damn balloon together and you—“

His finger pointed to Yuri who was looking up at him now, peering cautiously over Ryosuke’s shoulder, eyes wide, “And, oh my God, fucking YOU!”

His finger pointed at Ryosuke, “You were—I thought you had food poisoning from the shrimp—and that, that noise–and your fucking face, was that—fucking hell!

Everyone was looking at Daiki like he’d lost his mind, and Ryosuke couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up in him as he watched the realization hit the other members one by one, Daiki pulling at his hair, making a noise of exasperation, and then exclaiming, “I don’t know whether to congratulate you two on having the biggest balls in Johnny’s, or go bleach my damn eyes because I saw Yamada’s fucking orgasm face on a two-hundred-foot screen!”


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