Yamada Ryosuke & Chinen Yuri
Yamada x Chinen
Fluffy, romance, sweet love, nervous Yuri, references to JUMP, supportive husband Ryosuke, sweet Yama-chan loving his Chiisana, THOSE WHITE PANTS THO, totally sweet romantic cute boys in love!
Hey Say Jump @Music Station May 10, 2019
Ryosuke had just drifted off to sleep when his eyes blinked back open, wondering if they were having a low level earthquake or something, holding his breath for a moment when he finally realized what was shaking the bed.
“What are you doing?”
The bed became completely still, in fact, Ryosuke wasn’t even sure Yuri was breathing at this point, sighing as he shifted to roll over to face him, grabbing his pillow as he fluffed it under his head, discovering Yuri had dragged the comforter up and covered his head, the only visible sign he was even there as tiny as he was only clear because of his form rising and falling with his breath.
“Yuri…what’s going on?” Ryosuke wanted to sleep, but more than he wanted to sleep he wanted to be sure Yuri was okay.
When Yuri didn’t respond, he shuffled forward, grabbing him up in the huge bundle of covers, dragging him into his arms, the only noise a whining protest at being ‘man-handled’ by Ryosuke.
Yuri grumped for a moment, and then his body went limp again, causing Ryosuke to smile because he might act all grumpy but Ryosuke was fully aware that when he acted like this it generally meant he really did need Ryosuke’s attention.
He carefully began to try to untangle Yuri from the covers, his voice a soft whisper, his tone the one he reserved for times when Yuri was especially sensitive, in a sing-song way, “Chiisana, where are you?”
He pulled down on the blankets covering him, slowly dragging the outer layer away, teasing gently, “Yoohoo! Where is my Chiisana?”
When one of his eyes was revealed, blinking softly up at him, Ryosuke smiled brightly, “Ohhh, there he is! I found my Chiisana!”
Yuri playfully protested before he snuggled forward into Ryosuke’s arms, letting him pull the blankets down past his shoulders as he held him closely, pressing a kiss to Yuri’s forehead before he drew back trying to get a read on what was actually going on.
Before he could speak, the tell-tale shaking began again as Yuri unconsciously wiggled his legs under the covers, a habit that only appeared when Yuri was overthinking something or another.
“Ree?” Ryosuke watching him carefully, tilting his head when Yuri’s eyes shifted up to meet his own and then he whimpered, pressing his face into his chest.
“What’s this about?” Ryosuke wondered, holding Yuri’s head against him as he tried to consider what he might be worked up over but drawing a blank, after all, he seemed just fine to him when they’d said goodnight only a little bit ago.
Yuri grunted, fussing about something that Ryosuke wasn’t able to decipher, laughing softly, “You’re gonna have to use words here…”
“The song,” Yuri whispered before shaking his head, mumbling incoherently, pressing impossibly further into Ryosuke’s embrace.
“The so…” Ryosuke drew the sound out as he considered what he must be referring to and then when it dawned on him, he sighed, understanding flooding through him, “The song…I see…”
Ryosuke hummed softly, running his fingers through Yuri’s hair as he tried to comfort him, “I understand.”
He didn’t really need to say anything else, after all he sincerely did understand, especially for Yuri–as while he loved to be the center of attention most of the time, he was more than a little nervous about being the center for the debut performance of their new song–in particular, after not having performed in quite some time.
That said, they’d practiced this week, and Ryosuke felt quite confident in their performance, in particular in Yuri’s performance of both the vocals and the song–now, he just wished he could imbue Yuri with some of it. He was so proud of him he could burst, not really able to brag the way other husbands could about their spouse, rather he had to just say it privately, or sometimes when it was just the other members–but they were still cautious, even around Johnny’s staff–mostly because it was hard to know who to trust and not trust.
At this point they had their public personas down to an exacting science. They had ways to say what they wanted to say without really saying anything at all, and the people who needed to know would, and everyone else would just think it was them being silly as usual. Though, there were plenty of times these days when Ryosuke longed to whip out a megaphone and boldly declare all of the virtues of his husband–tell everyone how fantastic he is, because they couldn’t possibly know, not really–and he wanted them to…wanted them to know every single beautiful detail about how brilliant, how genius, how talented he was.
He knew it was fruitless, maybe there would be a time in the future when they could talk openly and heaven help the world when the muzzle was finally removed from him because it’s unlikely he’d ever shut up about him.
Ryosuke had been lost in his thoughts, primarily the concept of renting a billboard and putting a list of the top ten reasons Yuri was the most beautiful human in existence when he realized that Yuri was snoring quietly under his chin.
He laughed softly, drawing back a bit to look down at him, smiling at how adorable he was–apparently, he only needed Ryosuke’s embrace–something he would never get used to being something that someone else actually needed. Though, after all this time, he surely couldn’t argue with the fact that Yuri always says his touch was ‘healing’ and it was his greatest desire he would always be able to heal whatever Yuri required.
Yuri felt like he was weighed down, his limbs slow and heavy as he shuffled into the kitchen, blinking sleepily as he scratched his tummy, the other hand in his hair as he tugged on the ends, yawning loudly as he mumbled, “Morning.”
Ryosuke turned, glancing over his shoulder, eyes bright with affection as he took in his disheveled appearance, wishing he could drop what he was cooking to go kiss him awake properly but there was nothing to be done for it–the eggs required his attention, “Morning, sweetheart.”
Yuri blinked at the sentiment, liking the sound of it, after all, he sort of liked anything Ryosuke said generally, in particular when it was directly to or in reference to him.
“Sweetheart,” he mumbled, “’s new…”
“From an American tv show…” Ryosuke resumed cooking, “I thought it was cute, it’s like saying your heart is sweet, and your’s certainly is the sweetest I know.”
“Keep flattering me,” Yuri sighed, wanting to go wrap his arms around Ryosuke and never let him go, instead, he backed up, crawling into the hanging chair that had been put in the kitchen specifically for him to be able to watch Ryosuke cook.
Because he’s a freaking work of art.
Watch…oogle…whatever, he liked it, because when he would move things around the frying pan or stir things, his backside would wiggle just so and he wanted to reach out and squeeze.
Of course, Ryosuke was fully aware the effect he had on Yuri, so he wasn’t completely sure how much of it was real gravity at work versus Ryosuke teasing him.
He giggled thinking about the time that Hikraru had visited and sat in his chair without thinking. He told him that the chair was also in a perfect height to do things other than watch the cook.
He wasn’t sure he’d ever moved so fast before.
Well, he should have known better than to sit in my chair…obviously.
“What are you smiling about?” Ryosuke asked, setting the two plates on the bar as he moved around the counter, gesturing for Yuri to join him.
“That Hikaru honestly believes we’re flexible enough to have sex in this chair,” Yuri responded, dropping his feet that had been curled up under him down onto the floor to move to the stool next to Ryosuke.
Ryosuke watched him, his eyes moving past him to the chair in question, his head tilting, a soft hum filling the air.
Yuri lifted up onto his seat, inhaling deeply the plate of food, groaning in anticipation of how good it was going to be, when Ryosuke spoke, “I can think of more than one way…”
Yuri twisted in his seat, looking at Ryosuke incredulously, “For God’s sake, please tell me you’re kidding.”
Ryosuke shrugged, “I’m just saying…”
Yuri glanced back over at the chair trying to imagine what he was actually thinking, shaking his head, he turned back around to Ryosuke, leaning toward him with his lips pursed, waiting for a good morning kiss.
Ryosuke smiled, closing the distance between them to press a tender kiss to his lips and then had him giggling as he smattered kisses all over his face until Yuri pushed him away, his thumb gesturing to the chair behind him, “I’m not going to be a part of that.”
“I see,” Ryosuke mumbled around a huge bite of food, laughing softly, “I mean…we’ll see.”
Yuri took a bite of his food, closing his eyes as he savored the flavor, glad that Ryosuke knew how to cook so he didn’t ever have to. They ate mostly in silence, just bits of small talk and then Ryosuke took their plates to the sink, turning back to stand in front of Yuri where he’d been leaning against the counter, his eyes dancing, “You alright this morning?”
“I have no idea what you’re referring to,” Yuri spoke firmly, “Is there something special about today?”
Ryosuke studied him for a moment, nodding once, “Nope…just want you to have a good day.”
“Good,” Yuri nodded back, “Don’t even look at me, certainly don’t talk to me later.”
“Alright,” Ryosuke agreed, understanding as he shuffled forward, pulling him into his arms, pressing a kiss against his temple, his voice soft, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Yuri knew he would be one of the last to arrive to make up but it couldn’t be helped, his schedule for filming was crazy this week and it was a miracle that he’d made it there as early as he had. None of his group were even in the room when he arrived, likely done an hour ago, only his stylist waiting for him.
He counted time to the music playing to distract himself, texting Ryosuke quickly while she did his hair.
Y: I’m here
Y: Makeup and hair…
R: I’ll come there!
Y: I told you–don’t even look at me! Don’t talk to me!
R: lol I kinda thought you were kidding
Y: I’m not, just don’t cause I am barely keeping my nerves together…I seriously wish I could have practiced again
R: Ree, you’re amazing, this is your song, you’re fantastic, your dancing is spot on and you’re perfect in the center, stop doubting yourself!
R: I don’t lie to you, ever!
Y: Whatever, I’ll not see you in a few minutes and we’ll not talk then
R: Alright lol
He stood outside the dressing room for a minute listening to the mass chaos within, smiling because seriously, Jump were so…loud…and unruly, and it was a miracle they didn’t have people to supervise them all the time.
He pushed open the door, stepping inside to the chorus of “CHII!!!” and “MY SON!” and other stupid comments that only these guys would say and for his own part he waved timidly, avoiding eye contact like the plague. Relief flooded through him when he spotted Ryosuke out of the corner of his eye without looking up, moving toward where he was sitting intent on drawing strength from just being near him.
He plopped down onto the couch beside him, closing his eyes, focusing on his breathing, but he could feel Ryosuke’s eyes on him even so, “I told you not to look at me.”
“Sorry,” Ryosuke mumbled halfheartedly, “I was just looking at you cause you look good, I like your hai–”
“I also told you to not talk to me,” Yuri snapped, feeling like if he got into a conversation at this point he’d probably cry out of sheer exhaustion of the thoughts running wild in his head about the performance.
Yuri glanced up at the stylist who had walked in, holding up a shirt as she walked across the room to where they were sitting. She held the shirt out to Ryosuke who had stood up in front of Yuri, his eyes moving down from his hand that had taken the white shirt to his arms, bare and beautiful as he was wearing a white v-neck tank top while he’d apparently been waiting on this shirt to be brought to him.
Yuri’s eyes widened as he took in his trim waist, and then bit his lip when he realized that it was more than obvious that their damnable stylists hated him with the burning passion of a million demons.
His gaze was fixated on the perfection of Ryosuke’s backside, perfectly rounded in this new pair of white pants. He absently heard Ryosuke speak with the stylist before he turned, the shirt hanging by his side as he looked down at Yuri.
Yuri didn’t really mean to look up at him, and immediately regretted when he did, as he had one of his classic ‘caught you’ smirks on his face that told Yuri he knew exactly what he’d been looking at as well as thinking.
“Shut up!” Yuri snapped, rolling his eyes, but unable to stop himself from licking his lips as honest to God he couldn’t think of anything he loved more than this man in white.
Those white pants will be the death of me.
Ryosuke just hummed softly, pretty much able to read Yuri’s mind, as the room sprang into action, the group being called to the holding room. Yuri pushed up off the couch, expecting that Ryosuke would step back, and when he didn’t he found himself pressed up against him, his hands grabbing his hips to hold him from falling back down.
They both turned to the catcalls and ‘get a room!’ responses from the other members as they left to head down the hallway, both of the boys echoing, “Shut up!” as they disappeared through the door.
“I’ll be watching the star of the show tonight,” Ryosuke whispered, his breath soft on Yuri’s cheek, “If you happen to see him please tell him I’m really proud of him and he looks sexy hot in his white pants as well.”
Yuri groaned when Ryosuke’s fingertips grazed under the shirt to touch his skin, and then he’d pressed a hard kiss against his cheek, turning to gather his jacket to leave the room so he could offer Yuri the space he needed to get his head straight.
Yuri watched him as he moved across the room, pulling on the shirt the stylist had given him, adjusting the laces in the mirror, and then shifting to grab his coat.
He closed the distance between them in three steps, grabbing Ryosuke’s shoulders and then kissing him soundly, his eyes wide and playful, and then he reached past him, pulling the jacket off the chair to put it in Ryosuke’s shocked hand.
He spun him around, swatting him hard on the behind before he shoved him toward the door, laughing at how quickly things could change, and while he was still filled with nerves and anxiety, he felt sure he’d be fine no matter what because his biggest fan would be backing him up the whole time.
As they stepped into the hallway, Yuri whispered softly, “I love you.”
He smiled when Ryosuke glanced over at him, his eyebrow raising slowly as he wondered if it were okay to talk to him now, and before he could make up his mind, Yuri grinned at him, waving his hand in the air, “Don’t talk to me, I already know.”
And he most certainly did.