Yamada Ryosuke & Chinen Yuri
Yamada x Chinen
THEY MELT ME, Yama-chan proving he'll do anything for Yuri, Yuri is such a baby boy, precious and sweet, Fluffy, romance, sweet love, slice of life, domestic
Yuri stepped into the bedroom from the bathroom, having taken a shower and put on his new pajamas that had adorable little snowmen on them. He smiled when he saw Ryosuke stretched out on the bed, looking cute as could be in his matching pajamas.
He loved Christmas, and he loved Ryosuke, so having both at the same time was the most amazing feeling ever!
Best Christmas EVER.
Feeling his gaze on him, Ryosuke’s eyes fluttered open, glancing over at him, “What?”
“You’re the cutest human being in the whole entire universe,” Yuri announced, moving quickly to bounce on the bed, crawling over to him, propped up on his hands and knees as he looked down into Ryosuke’s amused eyes.
“It’s our very first Christmas together,” Yuri’s voice was filled with awe at how many years he’d dreamed of such a thing, often thinking it an impossible fantasy, yet here they were.
“It is,” Ryosuke smiled at his enthusiasm, reaching his hand up to run his fingers across his cheek, smoothing through his hair to cup his head, drawing him down for a soft, tender kiss.
As he pulled him closer, realizing how much he’d missed him, Yuri pulled back from him, breaking the kiss, his eyes wide, “Did you leave milk and cookies?”
“Wha–” Ryosuke tilted his head, confused, groaning in his annoyance of Yuri leaving when he was feeling so desperate for his attention, trying to clear his head, he repeated, “What?”
“Milk and cookies, did you leave them?” Yuri lifted up, leaning back onto his heels, causing Ryosuke to growl at the growing distance between them, his head tilting up to stare at him.
“Get back here,” he reached for Yuri’s hand, tugging on it gently, “C’mon!”
“I will!” Yuri insisted, “I just need to know if you took care of the milk and cookies, did you leave them?”
“Leave them where?” Ryosuke shrugged, exasperated, not sure what he was on about.
“By the tree–for Santa!” Yuri threw his hands up in the air, “I told you this!”
“I thought you were kidding,” Ryosuke admitted, hesitating when he saw how quickly Yuri’s expression changed, his eyes narrowing.
“I was not kidding, don’t you want Santa to come here!?”
“Ree,” Ryosuke started to explain, “I think you should underst–”
“Nevermind!” Yuri hissed, scrambling across the bed, hitting the floor as he moved to the door, “I’ll do it myself.”
“Fine!” Ryosuke threw his hands up in the air, “Go leave milk and cookies for SANTA while you ignore me!”
He didn’t appreciate being rejected for some fantasy figure that supposedly brought gifts once a year, thinking he was really glad he loved Yuri as much as he did.
He jumped, startled, when the bed shook, having assumed Yuri had left the room, his eyes wide when he leaned over him again, “Santa doesn’t bring gifts to grumpy-pants.”
Ryosuke frowned, looking at Yuri’s wide-eyed expression, honestly feeling a bit chastised, biting his tongue, “I’m not grumpy.”
“He knows everything, don’t try to pretend,” Yuri shook his head, clicking his tongue, “You’ll never get by with it.”
Ryosuke rolled his eyes, “First of all, that’s creepy as fuck, and second of all, I think I’ll take my chances, thanks.”
“Your loss,” Yuri stated in his best matter of fact tone, shaking his head in that very unique ‘you’ll get yours’ kind of way he’d mastered long ago.
Ryosuke just sighed dramatically, pushing him away, causing Yuri to laugh softly as he moved to leave the room, “Don’t blame me when your stocking’s empty tomorrow.”
Ryosuke watched him walk out into the hallway, the room feeling infinitely colder the moment he crossed the threshold, slamming his palms down on the bed in frustration, “I don’t even have a stocking!”
“That’s because all you’d get is COAL!” Yuri called out as he disappeared out of view.
Ryosuke huffed, rolling over onto his side, tired and now extremely grumpy for real because he just wanted to squish Yuri, if someone asked him to write to Santa and tell him what he wanted, he would literally say “I want to squish Yuri.”
That’s all…just that, but weeks had flashed by and thanks to all of the chaos of work and concerts and appearances and everything else it felt like they hadn’t had any time together at all.
I just want to squish him!
Is that asking too much?!
He shuffled backwards, getting under the covers in an effort to get warm, burrowing down into them, sighing as he tried to think about happy things–it was, after all, Christmas Eve.
He startled, not having realized he’d fallen asleep until the bed swayed under the weight of Yuri climbing in. He blinked sleepily as he watched him crawl under the covers, gingerly scootching himself over until he was touching his nose to Ryosuke’s.
Even with half asleep foggy head, Ryosuke couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked–his eyes all glittering from excitement and the only thought Ryosuke could process was how stupidly happy he was to be right where he was.
“I love you,” Yuri whispered, tipping his head forward to kiss him softly, his fingers running through Ryosuke’s hair, causing him to make a noise that sounded almost like a purr under his attention.
“I love you,” Ryosuke murmured softly.
His eyes widened when Yuri climbed over him, shuffling a bit until he’d pulled Ryouske back into his arms, holding him tightly as he pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
Ryosuke hummed in contentment, not used to being the one who was being held like this, but feeling rather loved and cherished by the way Yuri’s arms felt around him, by the way he could feel his heartbeat on his back, feeling nestled and cocooned there in his arms.
“So good,” Ryouske whispered, half asleep, as he drew up Yuri’s hand to press a kiss against his palm, then tucked it under his arm to hold it close to his heart, the sheer amount of love and protection and peace of the moment giving him the freedom to drift off to sleep.
Ryosuke blinked his eyes open, leaning up as he heard Yuri squealing loudly from down the hall.
He couldn’t help but smile, quickly throwing his legs off the bed to slide his slippers on, dragging his robe off the hook to wrap around him as he shuffled out of the room. Getting out of the warm bed was more than worth it when he entered the living room, as he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Yuri be so animated and excited and adorable.
“LOOK!” Yuri squealed, pointing to the stocking that was hanging on the hook he’d placed on the wall when they’d decorated, “Santa came!”
“Is that right?” Ryosuke laughed softly, thrilled with Yuri’s joy and enthusiasm, shifting to lay down on the couch to watch Yuri as he moved over to retrieve the stocking.
“YES!” Yuri was there in a blink, sitting on the floor, in front of Ryosuke, excitedly dumping out the stocking full of toys, novelties, small electronics, and candy, his excitement bubbling over at each new discovery.
I’ll have to send something special to his Mom to be sure she knows how much this meant to me.
“He ate all of the cookies, and drank the milk,” Yuri spoke proudly as he opened up one of the boxes of miniature Star Wars legos, “I told you.”
If she hadn’t shared the details of their tradition, I would have totally failed him today.
He shuddered at the thought of a broken-hearted Yuri on Christmas morning, thankful such a thing did not exist on this bright, beautiful morning.
A new tradition.
Thank you so much Mama-chii!
“You were certainly right,” Ryosuke agreed, smiling at how absolutely freaking adorable he was, his hand reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately, “This is one time I am glad to be wrong.”
He stifled a yawn, blinking rapidly when Yuri was in his face upon opening his eyes, his voice filled with excitement, “You have a stocking too!”
Ryosuke was dumbfounded, shaking his head slowly, but before he could speak, Yuri had scrambled up and raced across the room, retrieving another stocking that had been placed next to Yuri’s and returning to where Ryosuke was still staring blankly.
He tilted his head to look past Yuri who was practically vibrating with excitement, his eyes fixated on the new hook that had been hung there that was most certainly NOT there when he’d filled Yuri’s stocking in the middle of the night.
“Look!” Yuri pushed the stocking forward toward him.
Ryosuke sat up, confused, as he took the stocking from Yuri’s hands, watching as he turned to finish going through his goodies while Ryosuke looked down at the candy and gadgets that peeked out of the stocking he now held.
He reached in, pulling out the box of his favorite candies from a local bakery, his mouth watering at the thought of eating one of the strawberry confections. He was shocked by the items he could see, his eyes lifting to find Yuri watching him.
The moment he was caught, Yuri cleared his throat, immediately going back to intently investigate his own stocking again, but Ryosuke understood.
“I’ll have to thank whoever left me this sto–”
Yuri’s eyes connected with his, and there was a moment that passed between them–one of those moments his mother had often described to him.
A moment to make or break a relationship.
Sometimes you should stand firm like an oak with the deepest roots, other times you should bend like the willow touched by the wind.
A good relationship is composed of those who know the right time for the right tree.
Ryosuke realized this was one of those times in life, in relationships that you just loved the other person enough to let them have the thing they wanted, whether it confounded your own sensibilities or not.
“Yes,” Ryosuke nodded, his heart blossoming with joy at the way happiness positively radiated from Yuri the moment he realized that Ryosuke was going to play along, “I’ll have to be sure to thank Santa.”
Yuri shuffled forward, pressing a furiously excited kiss against his lips before drawing back, laughing softly, “Thank you.”
Ryosuke touched his cheek, falling more in love with him by the second, smiling broadly, “Thank you.”
He knew in his heart that Yuri understood, and he was glad to know that somehow, in that moment, he truly understood too.