||[Sep. 25th, 2008|04:10 pm]
Title: Morning Coffee|
Characters: Subaru, Ryo, Yasu
Notes: A little bit of angst to get me back into that ficcing spirit.
The clock had long passed twelve and was already starting to flirt with one when Ryo arrived back at his apartment. It had been his sixth successive eighteen hour day at work, and he was tired. The six remaining hours of each day had not been filled with the sleep they ought to have; owing largely to his other six band mates’ decision to crash in his apartment, and Ryo’s own unwillingness to turn them away.
He picked his way across the living room floor, squinting into the dark. He could make out Subaru and Shota nestled together on his one guest futon; that was probably Shingo sprawled across the couch; and Ohkura and the others...Ryo remembered he was too tired to care and began to grope around the walls until he found his door. In opening his it, he found the Ohkura, fast asleep in his bed.
Ordinarily, this wouldn’t have been a problem, except that the other two had apparently decided to join him in Ryo’s warm, comfortable, inviting bed. Ryo swore a little bit, dumped his bag on the ground and made his way back to the lounge room to curl up in his remaining arm chair, knowing it was going to hurt in the morning, but relishing it in his anger. He heard one of the others shift woken by the noise Ryo had, and taking small satisfaction in someone else’s sleep being disrupted for once, Ryo drifted off.
Ryo awoke with a jolt as his mobile phone alarm went off the next morning. He reached for his jeans pocket, where he had left his phone, only to come to the slow realisation that he wasn’t wearing his jeans, and that they were neatly folded above his head, and that he was lying down between a black and a gold mop of hair. He fumbled with the alarm until it stopped, then sat up and had a closer look around him.
Dawn had only just passed, and in the soft gold light he could see that yes, he was definitely lying between Subaru and Shota, and he was only wearing his boxer shorts. Deciding it was too much effort to think about, he got up and headed towards the shower, picking up last night’s clothes and the bag he’d dumped in his bedroom doorway earlier that morning. It was easier to dig his emergency overnight supplies out of his bag than search his room for his own clothes, especially with his room being littered with Ohkura, Maru and Kimi’s clothes, while they continued to sleep in Ryo’s bed in a way that made him angry all over again.
The hot water cleared his head a little and restored his mood. He’d been promised he could finish early today, so that he could “spend time with his band – they’ve come all the way here just to see you, after all”. Well, maybe if he spent time that he wasn’t hoping to spend sleeping with them, he might like them more than being kept up all night when Yoko decided to start giggling at three in the morning, or whatever.
There was a half-smile on Ryo’s face by the time he was dressed. He crept out into the kitchen, careful not to wake the others on the off-chance they learn to repay the courtesy, and startled to find Subaru in there, wearing just a pair of pyjama pants – Shota’s, Ryo noted – and making two cups of what smelled like coffee.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Ryo apologised. He turned to rifle through his cupboards for something to eat. Apparently his pantry had been all but cleared out in his absence.
“Ryo-chan.” He turned at the sound of his name to find Subaru offering one of the steaming mugs to him. “I wake up early anyway.”
“It’s not for Yasu?”
Subaru shook his head.
“He doesn’t wake up this early. And he doesn’t take sugar in his coffee. And I don’t think he’s even drinking coffee right now because it dehydrates you and whatever.”
Ryo took the mug, breathing deeply of the warm, heady fragrance. Subaru seemed to be studying him, but when Ryo made eye contact, the older male looked away. Ryo set his mug down.
“Subaru, are you okay?”
“I don’t know.”
“Are things with Yasu okay?”
Subaru bit his lip.
“He thinks so.”
Subaru shrugged. Ryo licked his lips, unsure of what to say. Subaru took a nervous sip of coffee. Ryo scratched his arm.
And then they were kissing, Subaru’s body pressed hard against Ryo’s and fingers insinuating into his hair. Ryo’s hands went to Subaru’s buttocks, squeezing them before using them to turn and hoist the tiny singer up onto the kitchen bench. Subaru tasted like coffee and Ryo thought he’d never enjoyed the taste of it more. They kissed desperately for a full five minutes, until their lungs, starved of oxygen, demanded they part. Ryo dropped his head to lean against Subaru’s bare chest, listening to his heart thump. Subaru slid his hands down Ryo’s back to toy with the hem of his T-shirt.
“I meant to ask you how I came to wake up next to you.” Ryo said after a minute.
“I saw you trying to sleep in the chair and pulled you down beside me. You would have woken up with the worst cramps otherwise. Don’t you remember?”
Another minute of silence.
“What are we going to do, Ryo? I still want you. Badly.”
“If Ohkura, Maru and Kimi weren’t all in my bed, I’d take you there and have you right now.” Ryo tilted his head so he could see Subaru’s face. “Why are they all in my bed?”
“Oh yeah. Ohkura decided you wouldn’t mind him being in your bed, Maru decided to join him and escape Hina’s snoring, and Kimi followed because he’s got a thing for Maru right now.”
After another couple of minutes of comfortable silence, Ryo’s phone started to ring. Groaning, he let go of Subaru and went to answer it, bringing it back into the kitchen. After he’d hung up, Subaru looked at him expectantly.
“Driver’s here.” Ryo explained.
“Have a good day?”
“I’ll try.” He leaned in for one last goodbye kiss, then slung his bag over his shoulder and left. Subaru watched him go, swinging his legs idly.
Yasu chose that moment to stumble into the kitchen, stretching one arm and rubbing his eyes with the other.
“Zat Ryo?” He asked blearily. Subaru nodded.
“I made you a coffee.”
He pushed Ryo’s untouched cup towards the blonde. Shota made a face.
“You know I don’t drink coffee.”
Subaru said nothing for a moment, savouring the last lingering taste of Ryo’s mouth before washing it away with a swig off coffee, and giving a flinching Shota a quick peck on the lips.