Yamada Ryosuke & Chinen Yuri
Yamada x Chinen
CUTE BOYS, Yuri is up to no good, adorable interactions, Fluffy, romance, sweet love, slice of life, marriage, domestic
October 22, 2017
Ryosuke pushed the door closed with his foot as he sat his bag down, leaning back onto the wall to remove his shoes, calling out, “Ree! I’m home!”
He put his shoes into the closet and then tilted his head, listening for Yuri but not hearing him, “Ree?”
He moved through the entry and down the hallway, turning to go to the living room, not finding Yuri there, he returned the way he’d walked so he could pass through the kitchen. He stopped to look at the stack of mail on the counter, picking up the menu to the little place on the corner that sold one of his favorite meals.
“Coupon, nice,” he laid the paper back down, his tummy growling loudly as he thought about how good their food was. He considered maybe they could go there to eat tonight, but needing something to see him through until then, he reached across the counter, grabbing an apple for a quick snack before he moved through the kitchen to the other door.
He slid it open, glancing one way down the hall and then the other, not trusting that Yuri wasn’t laying in wait to scare the hell out of him–something he’d taken a liking to after he realized how freaked out Ryosuke would get when he didn’t answer him when he called for him.
The result of too many scary movies…and probably he could blame Hikaru and Daiki for their part of it as they’d practically terrorized him as a child.
He waited for movement or a scream or any other indication that Yuri was stalking him and when it didn’t come, he darted across the hallway, opening the bedroom door and rushing inside.
He smiled, relieved when he heard the television making noise.
He shuffled into the room, glancing over at the TV to see one of Yuri’s animated movies playing. He couldn’t help but love that about him, the fact that all of his favorite movies were still cartoons–well, it was something he found truly endearing.
He stepped over toward the huge, plush love seat, leaning over it to find Yuri curled up into a ball, wrapped up in a blanket, seemingly fast asleep.
“There you are,” he whispered, a smile slowly spreading as Ryosuke stared at him for a moment, never missing a chance to just bask in the awe of being married to the guy he’d only ever dreamed of.
He bent over, propping up on his elbows as he leaned down, intent on waking him up, when Yuri shifted, blinking up at him sleepily, “Wh…you’re home.”
“I am,” Ryosuke confirmed, his fingers stroking his cheek as he reached down to move the blanket away from his face so he could see him better.
Yuri made a contented humming noise, his eyes fluttering closed, and then without opening his eyes, his arm reached up to grab around Ryosuke’s neck, pulling him down.
Ryosuke laughed, leaning as far over the edge of the couch as he dared to without actually flipping over it in order to kiss him quickly before he drew back, causing Yuri to make a loud sound of protest.
“Calm down,” Ryosuke chided him softly as he rounded the love seat, crawling up the large footrest to pull Yuri over into his embrace.
Yuri snuggled into him, his voice soft, “Glad you’re home.”
Ryosuke hummed in agreement, his fingers brushing through Yuri’s hair as he tilted his head up, “How was work?”
Ryosuke shrugged, not particularly wanting to discuss it, it was nothing special, but still a bother as he’d had far more appearances than he was comfortable with in a single day, he shook his head, “Work.”
Yuri nodded, understanding, then twisted in his arms, his legs popping out from under the blanket as he bowed his back, squeaking as he stretched.
Ryosuke just grinned at how cute he was, waiting until he finished his stretch, smiling when he instantly curled back up into a ball against him like a tiny kitten.
“What did you do today?” Ryosuke asked, pretty certain he already knew the answer, squeezing Yuri’s shoulders as he held him impossibly closer.
Yuri lifted his head up, his lips curling into his most mischief filled grin, making him look infinitely more kittenish to Ryosuke.
“By ‘this‘ you actually mean napped and watched Disney movies?”
“Yep,” Yuri had zero shame at all, not even bothering to make an excuse, “I got up and ate breakfast around eleven and then took a long hot bath–then, put on a fresh pair of pajamas, then came right here and have been here ever since.”
Yuri’s eyes widened when Ryosuke shifted drawing the apple he’d carried in up to his mouth, pausing as his eyes widened, “What?”
“I’m starving,” Yuri announced, his eyes moving from Ryosuke’s to the apple.
“Ree,” Ryosuke tilted his head, his voice dripping with something between amusement and irritation at the audacity of this kid, “You’re literally twenty steps from the kitchen, like I mean…the door to the kitchen is directly across from the bedroom door? Like…you designed it that way just so you wouldn’t have to go far when you wanted a snack!”
“So,” Yuri huffed, not seeing his point, “I would have been forced to get up!”
Ryosuke rolled his eyes, shaking his head, but Yuri lifted up on his elbow, “Hold on now! I mean let’s really discuss this–because I gave you a proper solution–have you even remotely considered my request?”
Ryosuke couldn’t stop the scoffing sound, shoving his shoulder with his free hand, “Yuri–we are not getting a babysitter.”
“I don’t want a babysitter!” Yuri snapped, rolling his eyes, “I want someone to take care of me!”
“That is, by its very definition, called a babysitter!,” Ryosuke corrected him.
“I don’t really see what the issue is, honestly! I just want someone to get me food when I’m hungry,” Yuri’s bottom lip poked out a bit, his brows drawing down, “I don’t need a babysitter.”
Ryosuke’s hand ruffled his hair as he offered him the apple with his other hand. Yuri’s eyes lit up, grabbing the apple eagerly, biting into it instantly.
“You’re such a mess,” Ryosuke admitted, his fingers moving through his hair affectionately.
“Your fault,” the words were muffled from Yuri’s mouth full of apple but Ryosuke had no trouble understanding them.
“I suppose,” Ryosuke laughed softly, not really caring at all about how spoiled Yuri was, and knowing full well it most definitely was all his fault.
“We should probably eat some real food though,” Ryosuke mused, glancing at his watch, his mind going back to the flyer he’d read from the mail.
Yuri had taken another bite of the apple, sitting up as he swallowed, “I’m hungry!”
He took another bite of the apple, speaking around it as he chewed, “I don’t want to go out, can we just do take out?”
“Really? Take out again?” Ryosuke shook his head, “I really thought we could go out for dinner tonight, to that little place on the corner.”
Yuri tilted his head, and Ryosuke could see the question forming in his mind, speaking quickly, “Yes, that does mean you’ll actually have to get dressed today, Chiisana–I promise you’ll be okay.”
Yuri huffed as he watched Ryosuke shifting down, pushing the stool away with his feet so he could throw his legs off the couch, glancing back to look at Yuri who was scowling.
“You’re fine,” Ryosuke shoved his knee lightly, “I worked all day, and I want to go out to dinner, go get dressed, you slacker.”
Yuri laughed loudly, kicking his behind with his foot as he stood up, causing Ryosuke to shuffle forward, turning back around to grab the half eaten apple out of Yuri’s hand and taking a big bite.
“Hey! I was eating that!” Yuri drew up on his knees trying to snatch the apple back, but Ryosuke just laughed as he chewed, holding the apple up above his head.
Ryosuke swallowed the bite quickly, watching Yuri getting more and more frustrated with the fact he couldn’t reach the apple, grinning as he spoke, “Just ask nicely.”
“I will not,” Yuri snapped, his fingers crawling across Ryosuke’s ribs as he tried to tickle him, causing Ryosuke to shudder trying to not buckle under the sensation.
The air between them changed and Yuri blinked up at Ryosuke, the playful feeling falling away, as all he could see was Ryosuke was actually quite tired.
Yuri stopped moving his fingers, instead, stretching his arms around his waist to hug him tightly, resting his head on his chest.
Ryosuke hummed in satisfaction, leaning down to kiss Yuri’s forehead when he’d lifted his head to look up at him.
“Thanks for doing all the stuff you do,” Yuri whispered, his eyes sincere.
“Shut up,” Ryosuke shook his head, “Don’t do that.”
“Whatever,” Yuri shrugged, knowing Ryosuke knew exactly what he was thinking, “You’ll have to ask nicely.”
Ryosuke couldn’t help but laugh at how smoothly Yuri could turn things around on him, “Is that so?”
“Yep!” Yuri nodded.
“Chiisana,” Ryosuke’s free hand moved to brush the back of his fingertips across Yuri’s cheek, “Will you go out to dinner with me tonight?”
Yuri blinked up at him, then smiled, nodding before he leaned up to kiss him quickly, drawing back, his voice dramatic, “I thought you’d never ask.”
“Sure, sure,” Ryosuke laughed, stepping to the side when Yuri shifted to stand up so he could go get dressed, slapping his behind with a pop, causing Yuri to squeal as he scurried away.
Ryosuke sat down once Yuri had moved around the couch, turning his head to glance at him with a wry grin playing on his lips, voice playful, “I mean, since you don’t have anything else to do.”
“I resemble that remark,” Yuri admitted playfully, stopping as he stared at Ryosuke, pretending to be very put out, “It’s a good thing you’re cute, otherwise I’d only love you for your money and ability to provide me food.”
“Pfft, you’d love me even if I were hideous and a pauper and you know it,” Ryosuke grinned, smiling at Yuri knowingly, “And of course, I love you,” he gestured, rolling his hand in the air, “Now, go get dressed, I’m starving! You even ate almost all of my apple!”
“First, yes, second, I love you, too, and third–you wanted me to have that apple, and you know it!” Yuri corrected him as he opened the closet door, “…you knew I’d eat it when you brought it into the room.”
Ryosuke shrugged as he disappeared into the closet, because, after all, he did know that, so he wasn’t surprised that Yuri knew it too.
As a matter of common knowledge, most of the time it seemed to him that Yuri knew him far better than he even knew himself.
In fact, now that he’d begun thinking about it…the flyer to the restaurant was sitting rather conspicuously on top of the mail…he glanced up at Yuri who walked out of the closet, dressed far too quickly by his estimation.
Ryosuke stood up, dropping the apple into the garbage as he moved around the couch, “This was your devious plan all along…”
Yuri grinned, his cheeks pinked and his eyes glittering with amusement, then shook his head, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Sure, sure,” Ryosuke laughed, grabbing his hand as he drug him out of the room to take him to dinner.
He knew better and so did Yuri.