Yamada Ryosuke & Chinen Yuri
Yamada x Chinen
Playful and fun, just a few little looks at their blossoming relationship, cuties in love, Fluffy, romance, sweet love, first love, discovery, slice of life, domestic
2. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”
“I swear! I’m going to kill you if you don’t knock it off,” Yuri thundered, his eyes moving from the game he was playing to glare at Ryosuke, his entire demeanor dark.
“At least you’d notice me if you were going to kill me,” Ryosuke frowned, crossing his arms as he flopped back onto the couch.
“You’re stupid,” Yuri shook his head, looking back to his game as he resumed playing.
His eyes darted to the side where Ryosuke’s toe was nudging his knee at random intervals. It could be he might be able to handle it if he were doing it at some kind of steady pace, some rhythm, but it was like he was purposefully being haphazard.
Yuri sighed, his hand snapping out to grab Ryosuke’s ankle, stilling his foot, “Would you please find something to do?”
“Nope,” Ryosuke said flatly, “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”
Yuri pressed the pause button with a huff, reaching out to sit his game controller on the table, turning to look at Ryosuke who was pouting dramatically, “Are you okay?”
“I have no idea what you mean?” Ryosuke shrugged, “I just…” he faded, his eyes moving to the floor, his head tilting down, his voice a whisper, “I just want you to pay attention to me.”
“Since when?” Yuri wondered, twisting further to look at him.
“What does that mean?” Ryosuke narrowed his eyes.
“I’m the needy one, not you,” Yuri admitted, his eyebrows raising in a challenge, “We can’t both be the needy one.”
“First of all,” Ryosuke moved so quickly that Yuri was pulled back onto the couch enclosed in Ryosuke’s arms before he understood what was happening, Ryosuke’s nose touching his own as he held him, “We’ve been a couple for like…I don’t even know…fifteen minutes.”
“Two weeks,” Yuri corrected, shaking his head, “It’s been fifteen days since our coming of age ceremony. We’ve had nine days off in a row thanks to the post-holiday reward schedule. We’ve eaten 38 meals together, and you’ve kissed me eighteen times.”
Ryosuke blinked, his mouth open in shock, “Do you…keep a record of our kisses?”
Yuri shrugged, “No, not a record really…it’s just…so far they’ve all been very memorable–so…I mean…is that weird?”
“No, I mean it’s no–”
“It’s weird, it’s okay for it to be weird,” Yuri cut him off quickly, shaking his head, “I mean…I just thought about it for so long, and now it’s hard to imagine that I’m allowed to kiss you anytime I want to.”
“Well,” Ryosuke began to correct him, but Yuri stopped him, “I mean when we’re alone, of course.”
Ryosuke hummed in agreement, and then smiled when Yuri wiggled closer, his hand reaching up to cup his cheek as he leaned forward, kissing him softly.
Ryosuke let him end the kiss, and then laughed, “Did that one make the count?”
Yuri blinked and then laughed, “I kissed you, I don’t count those.”
“Why not?” Ryosuke asked, genuinely confused.
“They’re different,” Yuri tilted his head, trying to find the words to explain, but before he could speak, Ryosuke had leaned forward, his fingers grabbing the collar of his button up shirt as he closed the distance between them.
Yuri’s eyes fluttered closed, his stomach clenching in anticipation, and when Ryosuke’s lips touched his, it was like magic–the same as every single time and he wondered if he would ever get used to it. If it would ever be so normal that he would no longer feel breathless each moment.
His thoughts stopped, when Ryosuke’s lips pulled gently at his own, his mouth opening, as smooth, soft skin teased gently, and then his teeth nibbled softly on his bottom lip. His hand moved up, fingers grazing across Ryosuke’s cheek as he shifted to entwine his fingers through the curls at the base of his neck, pulling him forward further.
He relished the noise, the low, deep sound when the kiss deepened, fluttering touches, still shy, not completely seasoned just yet, and still figuring out how to do this kissing–but the practice was the best kind of sweet lessons, and one that he’d gladly submit himself to every day without complaint.
When Ryosuke pulled back, his lips still touching Yuri’s, their quick breath mixing together, his eyes twinkled, “Did that one count?”
Yuri laughed softly, “I might have to count it twice.”
Ryosuke laughed then too, kissing him quickly and then pulling him into his arms, holding his head on his chest, “You know…” Ryosuke drew his fingers through his hair, loving the soft texture, “Maybe we both are needy–which isn’t an issue, so long as we aren’t both needy at the same time.”
Yuri tilted his head up to look at Ryosuke, his expression softened, his fingertips moving up to touch Ryosuke’s cheek, “Wouldn’t that be okay, too?”
“What?” Ryosuke tilted his head, not getting his meaning.
“If we were both needy at the same time?”
Yuri had to laugh at the way the red flowed up Ryosuke’s cheeks and then tinged his ears red, shaking his head, “Shut up, that’s not what I meant.”
Ryosuke looked away in his embarrassment, attempting to stand up, “Play your game, you dummy, I’ll go make some lunch.”
“I don’t want to,” Yuri murmured, reaching his arm around Ryosuke’s waist to hold him against him, “Just…maybe I was wrong.”
“Wrong about what?” Ryosuke asked, eyes wide as he melted back into Yuri’s arms.
“I don’t mind it,” Yuri looked bashful, “I don’t mind if you need my attention, too.”
Ryosuke studied him for a moment, then smiled, “I’ve always needed your attention…you’ve just…never been around me so much.”
Yuri hummed softly, he eyes darting away, feeling too small under Ryosuke’s observation, “I can go home tonight.”
He gasped when Ryosuke’s hand shot forward, grabbing his chin none too gently, forcing him to look up at him, his tone fierce, “That’s not what I meant.”
Yuri didn’t want to get this wrong, so he waited, thinking it through, and then he pushed Ryosuke’s hand away, looking down, “I don’t know how to know if that’s true or not.”
“What do you mean?” Ryosuke whispered.
“I know you but this…it’s all different right?” Yuri looked up at him, “I think…now suddenly I am worried that you are going to…I don’t know…I guess…get tired of me?”
Ryosuke shook his head, drawing in a breath to speak, but Yuri rushed forward, “I mean, you didn’t ask me to stay, I just…I just didn’t want to leave, and then one night was another night was another night…and I just…I didn’t mean to assume you wanted me here…it’s just I was thinking tha–”
“Yuri,” Ryosuke’s voice was firm, cutting him off, “Just shut up for a second…” he watched as Yuri bit his lip, shaking his head, and then he leaned down to make sure Yuri could see his face, “Will you stay here with me?”
Yuri blinked, “Wh–”
“I want you to stay here with me,” Ryosuke confirmed, “I want you to be here, I don’t want you to go home.”
“I mean,” Yuri grinned, “I can stay for a little longer.”
“No,” Ryosuke shook his head, “That won’t do.”
“Won’t…do…” Yuri’s breath was caught in his throat and he didn’t want to fill in the blanks, he didn’t want to think this meant more than it really did.
“I want this to be home.”
“Home,” Yuri repeated, his eyes wide.
Ryosuke hummed, his smile curling on the edges as his mind filtered through all the days ahead, “Yes, I want this to be your home, too. Our home.”
“Really?” Yuri blinked rapidly, “Are you serious?”
“I’m selfish,” Ryosuke’s eyes held his fast, “I want you with me…I spent all of these years just wishing and dreaming, now I can’t imagine you not being here to say stupid stuff when I am reading with my glasses on or when I die in my game, or whatever…I just… I want…”
“I want that,” Yuri spoke quickly, his fingers grabbing onto Ryosuke’s shirt, as if he were terrified he was going to leave and the spell would be somehow broken, his insecurities flaring up suddenly, “If you’re sure…I mean, I need you to be sure, Ryo.”
He didn’t think he could handle being asked to leave after he’d been allowed to stay.
“I’m sure, more sure than anything,” Ryosuke affirmed without hesitation.
“This means I can kiss you everyday,” Yuri smiled, “You won’t be able to get away from it.”
“I’ll somehow survive the torture,” Ryosuke grinned, thinking he was so fortunate, so blessed to have this boy in his arms, as he ran his fingers across his cheek, “Yuri, listen,” his voice was laced with emotion, “It’s just…the reason I didn’t say anything, I just…I wanted you to stay…I didn’t know how to ask…but…if you’ll stay, we can keep your apartment, of course–so that if anyone asks–you still have it…I don’t…I mean we have a lot to figure out…”
He faded off, his expression becoming clouded, and Yuri shifted up quickly, to draw him into his embrace, “It’s okay, we’ll figure it out–me and you–we’ll figure it out together, okay?”
Ryosuke’s arms held him tightly, burrowing his face into his neck, nodding, his voice a whisper, “Okay.”
1. “Yes, I watch you sleep. No, not in a weird way!”
The sun was bright, causing Ryosuke to blink rapidly, throwing his arm across his face to block the light, groaning, and then turning his head, eyes popping open when he heard the soft laughter next to him, his voice hoarse from sleep, “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” Yuri shrugged, trying to look innocent, “Just sitting here.”
Ryosuke yawned loudly, his hand batting to the side of the bed to try to grab his cellphone, grunting his displeasure as he squinted to see the time, his eyes moving to look back at Yuri, surprised, “You let me sleep until eleven?”
“You were tired,” Yuri murmured, “You needed sleep,” he whispered, reaching over to take the phone out of his hand to toss it on the other side of the bed as he shifted, scooching into Ryosuke’s arms as he forced them open, “Hug me.”
Ryosuke scoffed at the demand, but his arms wrapped around him, none the less, his smile growing as Yuri burrowed his face into his neck, unable to even pretend to be aggravated, humming in contentment, “How long have you been up?”
“Since eight,” Yuri whispered, snaking his arm under Ryosuke’s to rub his back, “I was waiting for you to wake up.”
“Wai…what were you doing?”
“Waiting?” Yuri’s voice sounded confused by the question, and Ryosuke laughed lightly over his head.
“Right,” Ryosuke nodded, “I understand, but what did you do for all these hours? Did you just come back to the bed when I woke up?”
“No…” Yuri hedged, “I stayed here, since I didn’t want to miss you waking up.”
“Ah,” Ryosuke tilted his head down, wishing he could see Yuri’s face but all he could make out were that his eyes were closed, his breath hot on his skin, “were you playing a gam–”
“I was just watching you, okay? Yes,” Yuri’s voice was defensive, huffing before he spoke again, “I watch you when you sleep.”
“Shut up!” Yuri barked, pulling back so he could look up at Ryosuke, “It’s not in a weird way–it’s just…It sounds stupid,” Yuri sighed softly, “but it’s just…it’s calming and soothing to me, and it makes everything seem very simple. You’re so peaceful, and I like to watch you and imagine what you’re dreaming about, that’s all…”
“You could just ask me,” Ryosuke murmured leaning his head down to kiss Yuri’s forehead softly.
“It’s you,” Ryosuke pressed his forehead against Yuri’s forcing his head back so he could look into his eyes.
He saw the confusion on Yuri’s face, smiling broadly before he leaned forward, pressing his lips against his, drawing back despite the whine he issued, his voice soft as he admitted, “The dreams…it’s always been you.”
Yuri grinned, leaning up as he pursed his lips, Ryosuke closing the distance between them all too gladly, his hands moving down his back, and then suddenly Yuri tried to jerk backward, his hand flying out in an attempt to push Ryosuke away but it was far too late, as Ryosuke had his cellphone in his hand, his eyes bright with mischief, “How many pictures did you take?”
“I swear, Yamada–give it back to me right now!” Yuri pushed against Ryosuke’s back as he rolled away from him, his hands scrambling around him trying to get the phone from him.
He was no match for a well rested Ryosuke, who just pushed his hand into the middle of his chest, holding him back easily as he unlocked the phone and hit the gallery button, his smile widening as he counted how many new pictures Yuri had taken.
“Almost thirty,” Ryosuke grinned over his shoulder at Yuri who had given up, crossing is legs and arms and pouting, “It might be a new record.”
“I hate you,” Yuri frowned, his eyes narrowed at Ryosuke.
“You don’t,” Ryosuke whispered, smiling, his voice teasing, “after all, the pictures on your phone prove otherwise.”
“Shut up,” Yuri hissed, holding his hand out for the phone, his eyes widening when Ryosuke reached over to set it on his nightstand and then moved quickly to tackle him, a squeal filling the room as Ryosuke pushed him backward, causing him to sprawl out on the bed while Ryosuke straddled him, leaning over him with one of his most devious smiles.
“Take it back,” Ryosuke warned.
“Or what?” Yuri put his hands under his head, looking entirely too relaxed given the fact that Ryosuke had the upper hand since the moment he opened his eyes.
Ryosuke drew back, tilting his head, not actually having imagined Yuri calling his bluff, “I’ll…I’ll…ah…”
“That’s what I thought,” Yuri smiled, his arm moving slowly to reach up to grab Ryosuke’s t-shirt, tugging on it to draw him forward.
Ryosuke slapped at his hand, “You’re gonna mess my shirt up!”
“I’ll buy you a new one,” Yuri smiled, and whatever Ryosuke saw in his eyes, he forgot about the shirt, forgot about everything else apart from the promises they held–ensuring far more than a new shirt.