Yamada Ryosuke & Chinen Yuri
Yamada x Chinen
Fluffy, romance, sweet love, slice of life, cute boys playing in the snow, features OkaJima FLUFF, Yama-chan about to beat some kids tho
Ryosuke had dragged himself into the elevator, exhaustion causing him to lean against the railing as he crunched the last of the candy cane he’d grabbed on his way out of the office, moving to open their door, glad to be home after another long day of filming, cold, cranky and ready to just crawl into bed and sleep for a month, preferably with Yuri in his arms.
He knew it was impossible, but he still wanted it so much.
He shuffled around the corner, surprised when he discovered Yuto and Keito sitting at the bar in the kitchen, Yuri standing across from them, pushing the mugs of hot cocoa he’d just made toward them, his eyes lighting up when Ryosuke entered the room.
“Hey babe!” Yuri smiled, moving quickly to kiss him, his fingers reaching up to drag the cap off his head, smiling at his messy hair, and then he looked at him, really looked at him.
“You could say that,” Ryosuke murmured, dragging Yuri into his arms, squeezing him as he buried his head into his neck, not remotely caring about the other two in the room, as he just needed to ground himself again, and that could only happen within Yuri’s arms.
It wouldn’t have mattered, of course, even if Ryosuke was worried about what the other two thought, as they glanced at each other, their grins soft as they linked pinkies under the counter, always grateful for the love between Ryosuke and Yuri and the role it had seemed to forever play in their own love story.
Yuri’s hands stroked Ryosuke back, his voice soft in his ear, a whispered purr, “I’ve got you, you’re home now. Take a breath with me, okay?”
He felt Ryosuke hum softly, and then like they’d done so many times before, they instantly inhaled a deep breath together.
To Yuri it seemed as if he could literally feel the stress, worries, and uncertainties melt away with each breath they shared, Ryosuke’s stiffness giving way to fluidity, so he decided to push forward with his plan, “I’ve decided what you need.”
Ryosuke grunted, his fists clenching against Yuri’s back as he swayed softly in his arms.
“I think you need a good snowball fight,” Yuri responded, his fingertips tracing the pattern on Ryosuke’s sweater, “Blow off some steam…”
“I’m not sure that’s what I really need,” Ryosuke whispered, twisting his head to press a gentle kiss against Yuri’s neck, laughing softly when he felt him stiffen for a moment and then huff dramatically.
“I think it is,” Yuri tried to pull back but Ryoske held him fast, sighing slowly when he felt Ryosuke’s head lift, glad that his own head was blocking him from the two sitting at the counter when his tongue slowly traced a line up to his ear, his fingertips on his hip squeezing at the same time his mouth moved softly on the edge as he spoke in a whisper.
“I’m pretty sure all I need is you.”
Yuri clenched his eyes closed for a moment, then blinked rapidly to clear his mind, head jerking to the side when Yuto slammed his hand down on the counter, speaking far louder than he needed to, “You two can get your freak on after we leave, but we’re here for a snowball fight and I damn well expect one.”
Yuri felt the way Ryosuke had stopped breathing, his entire body stilled, and then he bit his lip as Ryosuke pulled back, his eyes focused intently on his when they met.
“Is that so?” Ryosuke asked Yuto, his eyes not leaving Yuri’s.
“Yep!” Yuto crowed, “I’ve been waiting all year for this!”
“Uh-huh,” Ryosuke tilted his head, his eyes speaking clearly to Yuri.
You’re going to get mad at me if I beat him aren’t you?
Yuri’s eyebrow rose slowly, and then he shrugged so faintly no one other than Ryosuke could have possibly understood the body language.
Just…at least, let him feel like he’s got a chance this year, after all, he’s still trying to impress Keito now that they’re married!
“Sounds fun, yeah?” Yuri asked his eyes fixed on Ryosuke, “I thought th–”
Yuri’s response was stalled by Ryosuke’s lips pressing firmly against his own when he realized that Yuri wasn’t going to be mad at him if he beat Yuto in the snowball fight.
Drawing back, his eyes bright as they took in how breathless Yuri had become from the kiss, watching as his tongue peeked out to lick the faint taste of peppermint left on them from the candy cane he’d eaten on his way upstairs, his smile beautiful, his words elated, “Hell yeah!”
He turned to look at Yuto, his eyes narrowing, “Let’s do this thing!”
It was no surprise to anyone that Ryosuke literally dominated the entire play field, and in addition quite literally beat their asses in the snowball fight, but at least Yuri reasoned in his mind he’d be noodle like relaxed when they went back upstairs having released all of his pent up frustrations via snowball, smack talk, and dodging.
He was pleased that at least Ryosuke had given Yuto a few advantages like the upper quadrant of the park, as well as wearing a bright red coat, which honestly, made him a perfect target. Even so, Yuto eventually took his final smack to the face nearly straight on and Keito had quite literally quit instantly in fear that Ryosuke was going to do the same to him.
Naturally, he never hit Yuri, he knew better, though Yuri had spent the entire game pelting him with snowballs as hard as he could like it was his new religion.
He loved that Ryosuke refused to hit him with a snowball.
He wasn’t sure why he wouldn’t do it either, he just never had, he had always avoided it, and if it came down to it, he would probably let Yuri win if it meant having to hit him with a snowball.
The four of them were laid out on the snow, panting heavily as they tried to catch their breath, Yuto and Ryosuke connecting their fists as the praised one another for a good game.
Ryosuke lifted his head up to glance next to Yuto where Keito was moving, “What are you doing?”
“Snow angel,” Keito responded, his arms and legs flapping in and out.
“What?” Yuri sat up, turning to look at Keito.
Keito laughed, standing up carefully and then gesturing to where he had been laying, “See–an angel.”
“I see an angel,” Yuto spoke smoothly, his fingertips grabbing Keito’s who just blushed furiously and hastily told him to shut up as he helped him up off the ground.
“I’m building a snowman before I throw up from you two flirting,” Ryosuke announced after making his own snow angel on the ground, standing up to move to the fresh snow close to the treeline.
Yuto scoffed, his eyes moving to Yuri with a very clear ‘what the hell’ look on his face, causing Yuri to simply shrug, “He’s completely oblivious.”
Yuto shook his head, “It’s absurd is what it is.”
“Eh,” Yuri couldn’t be bothered over it, “He just likes messing with you two, he really loves it, so don’t worry.”
“I know,” Yuto laughed lightly, “I just play along to keep him happy.”
“You’re a good friend,” Yuri smiled as they approached where Ryosuke was crawling across the ground like a toddler to roll up a huge ball for the bottom of the snowman.
They helped a little bit but left most of the work to Ryosuke who seemed to have a vision beyond their talents.
He’d just put the nose made of a small stone on the face, standing back to admire his handiwork when a group of children walked by, snickering loudly, and mocking the snowman.
Yuri’s eyes widened as his head jerked to the side to look at Ryosuke–while Yuto did his best to subtly drag Keito to the side out of the imminent blast zone.
“What the fu–” Ryosuke shuffled forward as if he were going to follow the children to correct them.
“Ryo!” Yuri jumped in front of him, standing on his tippy-toes to block Ryosuke’s view of the children who were walking away, discussing the snowman rather loudly.
“Hey!” Yuri jumped up again, waving his arms in the air, “HEY!”
Ryosuke huffed, shaking his head as he leveled his glare on Yuri, “WHAT!?”
“You need to calm down,” Yuri snapped in his ‘no nonsense’ voice, waving behind himself in the direction the children had went, “They’re like…five year old kids–what do they know about the perfect snowman?”
“They were rude,” Ryosuke pouted, crossing his arms in agitation, glancing at his snowman, “I thought…it’s a good snowman.”
“It’s the best snowman,” Yuri confirmed, “They’re just dumb kids, uncultured in the ways of snowmen, it’s best to just let them learn on their own.”
“I guess,” Ryosuke sighed. glancing to the side when he saw movement out of his peripheral vision to discover Yuto moving behind Keito, his arms wrapping around his waist as he rest his chin on his shoulder, smiling at Ryosuke.
“The snowman’s perfect,” Yuto nodded, “Don’t let those brats get to you.”
“I agree,” Keito confirmed.
Yuto twisted his head to try to look at Keito, “You hungry?”
“Yeah,” Keito nodded, twisting his head, his eyes widening when Yuto kissed his cheek cheerfully.
“Let’s go eat, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Keito agreed, their eyes moving to see Ryosuke and Yuri watching them forwardly.
“What?” Yuto snapped, his eyes narrowing as they locked with Ryosuke’s.
“I am really happy for you two,” Ryosuke smiled, reaching over to drag Yuri into his side, “That’s all, we both are.”
“Wh–We…alright,” Yuto had no idea how to respond to the statement, his breath whooshing out when Keito’s elbow hit his tummy.
“Thank you,” Keito responded softly, “We’re gonna go eat, you guys wanna go?”
“Nah,” Yuri interrupted Ryosuke when he opened his mouth to speak, his hand squeezing hard around his waist, “We’re alright, maybe next time.”
“Sure,” Keito nodded, grabbing Yuto’s hand and dragging him away with promises of a hotpot and dessert.
Ryosuke and Yuri watched them go, both feeling rather proud of the two boys and their relationship, thankful for their friendship, and that they let Ryosuke think he made the best snowman ever.