Yamada Ryosuke & Chinen Yuri
Yamada x Chinen
White pants drive Yuri crazy, they do me too lol, Fluffy, romance, sweet love, slice of life, marriage, domestic
A little drabble I did after seeing this program =)
Ryosuke thought everyone else had already left the dressing room to report to the stage for mic placement while he finished up tucking in his shirt, when Yuri’s arms suddenly wrapped around him, squeezing him tightly as he lay his head on his back, “We have a serious problem.”
“Eh?” Ryosuke turned his head trying to see Yuri but there was no hope for it.
He gingerly twisted in his arms until he was facing him, his arms sliding under Yuri’s to pull him closer, tilting his head down to smile at Yuri who was now looking up at him, the corner of his mouth upturned in his sly, mischievous grin that Ryosuke knew all too well.
“Ah, I see,” Ryosuke spoke softly before tilting his head as if he were honestly trying to consider the situation with great care, “Sounds serious, indeed–so, exactly what is this problem?”
He could tell Yuri was doing his best to school his expression, his eyebrows raising for a moment before he brought them back under control, “Well, I’m afraid it is going to be very difficult for me to perform properly today.”
“Uh-huh,” Ryosuke nodded, concentrating to keep his face straight and his voice concerned, “Why is that exactly?”
“The costumer’s hate me,” Yuri lamented, his bottom lip poking out.
“Oh, that’s not good, what did they do to you? I’ll speak with someone about it to make absolutely sure they never do whatever it is again!” Ryosuke bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing at how earnest Yuri was trying to be, especially when he shifted, snaking his arms under Ryosuke’s.
Ryosuke’s breath hitched, as Yuri’s fingers ran across his waist under the jacket, tickling him, making his skin tingle, as his hands moved slowly down and around until he rest both of his palms on his backside, pulling Ryosuke forward against him, his eyes wide, “They dressed the guy I like in white pants.”
“You don’t say?” Ryosuke tilted his head, leaning his face closer to Yuri until his nose gently grazed his.
“Yes, and it’s such a distraction, because he looks really good in white pants, and I’m going to have a lot of trouble concentrating…it’s a real problem,” Yuri somehow managed to keep a straight face and not smile through the dialogue.
“Hmm,” Ryosuke nodded thoughtfully, “Well, I definitely should have a talk with someone, I’m not sure I’m okay with you looking at some other guy…”
Yuri laughed softly, shaking his head before blinking slowly, his eyes twinkling with affection, “Shut up, you dummy, you know it’s you…”
Ryosuke smiled, closing the distance between them to press a tender kiss against Yuri’s lips.
They froze when the door to the dressing room flung open, Hikaru walking into the room to retrieve his jacket he’d left laying on the chair, his eyes widening, throwing his hands up in the air, screeching, “OH MY GOD!”
Ryosuke and Yuri both stifled their laughter, not looking away from each other as Hikaru stormed across the room, muttering, “I swear to God I was so much happier when you two were hiding this from us,” he stomped past them, turning his head and then waving his arm up and down, “I don’t need to see this–that!”
The longer he looked the more flustered he became, finally, sputtering, “I–I don’t ever–I never–need to see his hands–on your ass or you guys kis…just…GOD!”
He grabbed the jacket and without another word exited the room in a huff, slamming the door as Yuri and Ryosuke burst out into laughter, unable to work up even the smallest amount of shame.