[Fic] Discretion 13: Redefinition
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lotus_beautyTitle: Discretion
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lotus_beauty
Rating: R
Pairings: ot3-ish
Warnings: AU, angst, slash
Summary: See Part 1
Disclaimer: w-inds. are not mine. Woe.
Discretion 1: Infatuation
Discretion 2: Determination
Discretion 3: Situation
Discretion 4: Continuation
Discretion 5: Intoxication
Discretion 6: Confusion
Discretion 7: Attraction
Discretion 8: Intermission
Discretion 9: Decision
Discretion 10: Confession
Discretion 11: Complication
Discretion 12: Confrontation
Discretion 13: Redefinition
“I’m home,” Keita sighed as he stepped into his apartment—well, our apartment—and closed the door behind before slipping his shoes off. Everyday he would ask himself why he was so lucky to be in this place. Ryohei would probably tell him that it wasn’t luck. Keita shook his head with a smile as he set his bag down and walked in, checking his phone. He didn’t care if it was luck or fate or just blind stupidity that had landed him here. He was just… well to put it simply, happy. He couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be than here. His old apartment was so quiet and not very lived in, since he was the only one there and never bothered to decorate it properly. Here it was full and he couldn’t think of words to express how he felt here besides just happy. He would never take any of this, or them for granted.
It had taken him a while to get used to this place though. It was so big! Sometimes, he didn’t know what to do with himself when he was alone. The most surprising thing was how Ryohei and Ryuichi had their own routines and oddly, he fit into them quite well. It surprised them when Keita commented on this and Ryuichi declared that fate brought them together and the brunette was bombarded with a group hug, and then promptly dragged off to the bedroom.
Keita rolled his eyes in amusement at the memory as he wandered by the bookshelf and happened to see their high school yearbook on the shelf. What an idiot he’d been. Months ago, when they’d finally sat down to have that talk at Keita’s place (after he practically made himself look like a moron and fought with Ryohei), Keita found out that Ryuichi had gone to their high school. The singer had laughed it off and said he finally remembered Keita while he was waiting outside and asked if he remembered him. The brunette shook his head and watched as Ryuichi then imitated a girl who had once confessed her love to him in his second year. Keita was about to blurt this out when he realized that Ryuichi looked extremely familiar and his jaw dropped. Ryuichi was the girl who had confessed.
Well, he wasn’t a girl, nor had he been a girl at the time, but his look, long hair and the fact that he’d been staring at the floor (and Keita’s flighty nature not to notice him wearing a boy’s uniform), Keita had thought he was a girl! He never told Ryuichi this though. He couldn’t! Wouldn’t it be insulting? He’d smacked his head on the table for his inability to notice Ryuichi’s gender and for the fact that he’d turned down RYUICHI OGATA. After feeling utterly embarrassed, they changed the subject to something lighter and then reconvened in the living room area to really discuss the relationship they were going to have.
That was something that surprised Keita. He’d never heard of people discussing having a relationship. That sort of thing just kind of happened, right? Well, they were certainly all attracted to one another, but the reason they had to talk was mainly because of Ryuichi and his status. Keita couldn’t blame them for wanting to ask him all sorts of questions to see if he was being honest. He almost felt sorry for Ryuichi, and his inability to be honest with the media to keep his privacy. Then he started to realize that he couldn’t be either, but he couldn’t care less. Keita liked the discretion they had about their relationship. He didn’t want anyone to know things like that anyway. His personal life was his personal life and no one else’s.
It seemed so silly now as he recalled what had happened. He pushed the memory away, knowing that the discussion wasn’t really important anymore, since they were all living it now. He wandered into the bathroom and washed his hands as his thoughts wandered around his two lovers. How could he possibly forget how sweet and incredibly insatiable they were—and not just in bed. Ryuichi’s past feelings for him had surfaced again, something he was very flattered and flustered about at first. Combined with Ryohei’s growing affection, he often wondered if he was showing them enough affection as well. Obviously, he was or they wouldn’t pay so much attention to him. There were a few times after he’d started living with them that they would get romantic, and Keita would pretend not to see, because he was always polite like that about couples. Then he would glance up to see if they were still being affectionate to see that they were staring pointedly at him with big evil grins on their faces. After a while he got used to it, and there were moments he would break up for attention, which they happily gave, or he would ignore them to see how long they could wait before sneaking over to pounce him. Somehow, he knew them too well and he liked it. He would have to be blind to take them for granted.
Suddenly, Keita was pulled out of his thoughts as a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and he noticed the new blonde streaks peeking over his shoulder in the mirror before him, as well as the bandage on one of the arms.
“Is Ryu home?” the shorter man's voice asked as a nose nuzzled Keita’s back, making him smile and hug those arms.
“Not yet.” He turned in Ryohei’s arms and stole a kiss from him. “How’s your arm?”
“Just fine.” The blonde grinned. “I’m surprised you didn’t freak out when I got hurt.”
“You whined so much, I could tell that it wasn’t serious,” Keita teased as Ryohei pushed him and pouted, standing back. “I got to apply the first aid though!” he said triumphantly, making his lover try to hide a smile. He leaned back on the sink as Ryohei pulled out his phone and called someone. As he spoke to the other person, he knew from his tone that it was Ryuichi he was talking to.
“What?” Ryohei looked disappointed. “No, it’s okay.”
Keita tilted his head to the side as he listened to the one sided talk, almost able to hear Ryuichi’s voice. He must have gotten caught in some meeting. He’d been in meetings the last few days since he’d been asked to write a song for a new movie or something. Most of the time Ryuichi got home right at the time he specified to the other two men, but sometimes Ryuichi got home early; other times very late. Keita got used to it because he was used to being alone, but sometimes it broke his heart to see Ryohei’s disappointment when Ryuichi would call to say he would be late or had to break something they’d planned. Sometimes he would console the blonde, but most of time Ryohei wouldn’t let him. When he’d asked, the blonde told Keita he didn’t want him to feel like he was supposed to take Ryuichi’s place while he was gone. Ryohei usually got over it quickly anyway. They knew that the singer didn’t like it any more than they did.
He watched as the blonde, who had moved to lean on the doorway, flipped his phone shut with a sigh and walked away. Keita rolled his eyes and followed the blonde out, wondering where he was going to sit and pout this time. He nearly ran into Ryohei’s back and stopped short as he heard a sniffle. Not good. Usually the blonde would pout and stomp around and get over it. He’d never seen Ryohei cry before.
“He said he’d be here!” Ryohei turned as he yelled. “He knows what it’s supposed to be today,” he said as his voice broke.
Instinctively, Keita reached out and pulled Ryohei close, hugging the shorter man as he sniffled and tried to blink away his tears. The brunette felt an ache start in his chest and grow as he wondered when Ryuichi would really get home. It had been the singer’s idea to pick the day of their anniversary—the three of them—by counting from the day Keita joined them, and the day of Ryuichi and Ryohei’s anniversary to the midpoint between them. How could he not be here on the day he’d designated their anniversary?
“Well then,” Keita started and pulled back to tilt Ryohei’s head up. “He’s missing out.”
The blonde laughed halfheartedly. “I suppose you’re right.”
“Do you want your gift now?” Keita asked, itching to give it to the shorter man.
Ryohei’s eyes widened. “You got me a gift?”
“I thought that’s what you did on anniversaries!” the brunette laughed as Ryohei pushed him playfully. “Come on,” he said as he took Ryohei’s hand and led him into another room, Ryuichi’s music room.
Keita went straight to the piano near the middle of the room and sat down. When he’d moved in, he had to get used to Ryuichi suddenly waking them in the middle of the night with guitar or piano from this room. The singer’s inspiration seemed to strike whenever it was most inconvenient. He didn’t mind it so much, since it was nice to sneak close and listen to Ryuichi, but it was his fatigue in the morning before practice that reminded him that he did indeed need sleep instead of listening to Ryuichi’s talents.
“You can play piano?” Ryohei asked as he sat on the bench next to Keita.
“Mhm,” the taller answered as he uncovered the keys.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” The blonde watched curiously as Keita did a few scales.
“You never asked.” He grinned when Ryohei smacked his head lightly then turned to receive a kiss for his troubles.
And so he started to play. It wasn’t a long or infinitely great piece, but he hadn’t really known what to give Ryohei besides something he made. His parents had made him take piano lessons as a child, like many other families. He almost lamented the fact that he’d never pursued music more. Keita’s mother had tried to enter him in a singing contest at one point when he was still in school, but he refused so he could stay in soccer. As he played, he wondered if he would have met and sung with Ryuichi if he’d let his mother enter him.
When he finished the song, he noticed Ryohei’s head leaning on his shoulder and smiled. “I see you liked it.”
“Of course I did.” The blonde snuggled closer and coaxed Keita into a kiss until the taller man’s cell chirped in his pocket and he reached to answer it. Ryohei plunked at random keys on the piano as Keita realized it was a text and clicked to read it. He had to bite his lip to keep from laughing when it he saw it was from Ryuichi and it only said one thing: ‘I lied.’ He typed back ‘You would’ and put his phone away.
“So, where’s my gift?” Keita asked as he slipped the cell back in his pocket.
Ryohei laughed and slid off the bench to stand. “Actually, I can’t give it to you yet.” At Keita’s confused expression, he explained, “I was going to cook dinner for you two, so we have to wait for Ryuichi to get home.”
“Ah, that’s why you were frustrated,” Keita replied.
“Bingo.” The blonde paced toward the door. “But that shouldn’t stop us from having fun until he gets home.” He looked back with a mischievous twinkle in his eye as Keita followed. He wasn’t letting the imp get away!
Chasing the blonde to the bedroom, Keita pounced him and pinned him down onto the bed with very little effort at all.
“Ow, arm,” Ryohei managed with his arms being held down by the brunette’s hand.
“Oh! Sorry!” Keita let the injured one go and grinned sheepishly as the blonde laughed. “I’ll make it up to you,” he promised as he leaned down and stole a kiss from his lover, feeling the blonde’s free arm wrap around his neck. There it was; he could feel the tingles that Ryohei and Ryuichi always made him feel inside. He never wanted that feeling to go away. In the back of his mind, Keita wondered how far they would get before Ryuichi came home.
“Ah, what’s this then?”
They broke the kiss and looked up in surprise. There stood Ryuichi in the doorway, eyeing them with interest.
“Ryu…” Ryohei said. “Hey! You said you’d be late tonight, you liar!” He pointed at the singer and pouted, which made Keita laugh.
“That’s all I get for surprising you? Pointed fingers and accusations? I’m hurt!” The singer clutched his chest and then reached in his jacket to pull out a long box. “Then maybe I should take your presents back?”
“What is it?” Keita was up on his feet with Ryohei in half a second.
“Tell us!” Ryohei bounced excitedly.
Ryuichi laughed at their enthusiasm and handed the box over. Keita held it as the blonde pulled the top off and they looked inside.
“Oh my god…” Keita stared as he heard Ryohei gasp.
“FRONT ROW TICKETS?!” they both screeched together and effectively began to freak out.
“You’re welcome,” Ryuichi got out before they practically tackled and bombarded him with hugs and kisses. He didn’t seem to mind it at all though. After running around the room and jumping on the bed excitedly, Ryohei and Keita managed to burn off some of their enthusiasm and calm down to greet the singer properly.
“I’m going to make you the best dinner EVER,” Ryohei stated before stomping off to the kitchen to do just that. Keita just sat on the bed staring at the box and the tickets inside, in awe of the fact that they really existed. The bed shifted as Ryuichi sat next to him. The singer nudged him, making him laugh.
“What?” Keita asked as the singer leaned against him.
“Where’s my gift?” Ryuichi grinned innocently.
Keita laughed and shifted to pull a piece of paper out of his pocket. “See this?” he unfolded it and held it out for Ryuichi to take, who started to read it. “It’s a contract with the owner of that new clothing store you were talking about.”
“What’s it for?” The singer was obviously confused. “You didn’t buy it, did you?”
He couldn’t help laughing again. “No way! Not with the money I make. No, remember how I begged you for a day off?” He paused to wait for Ryuichi to nod. “I bought out the store for that day, and I got you a gift card so you can buy all you want.”
The singer’s big brown eyes widened. “REALLY?
Keita nodded and sat back as Ryuichi crawled into his lap. He raised an eyebrow at the singer who pressed a kiss to his lips. When the kiss deepened and he felt the singer’s tongue slip past his lips, he knew it wasn’t just a simple thank you kiss anymore. He could feel Ryuichi putting his whole heart into it. Well, that and the hands wandering up under his shirt. Those were really distracting; especially when they pulled his shirt off and pushed him down to lay back on the bed.
Suddenly, it hit him! He sat up, breaking the kiss with Ryuichi in his lap, who made an indignant grunt and demanded to know what was going on. Keita couldn’t help but laugh at the annoyed look on Ryuichi’s face at his seduction of the young man was interrupted.
“Sorry, I just remembered!” He ushered Ryuichi off of his lap, who pouted the whole time. Keita sighed. That wouldn’t do. He touched the singer’s chin and pulled him close to coax him into a better mood with a deep kiss. Ryuichi smiled when their lips parted. Much better.
“What’s so important, lover?” the singer asked, sending butterflies into Keita’s stomach. He always felt that way when Ryuichi said something like that.
“I almost forgot to give Ryohei the rest of his gift,” he replied before getting off the bed to move to the closet, rifling through it as Ryohei called from the kitchen.
“Heeey! No sex until after dinner!” he yelled teasingly.
Keita glanced back to see Ryuichi pouting out the open door from his position on the bed.
“That won’t save you this time, Ogata! Get out here and help me cook!” There was a pause as Ryuichi gave Ryohei a look of exasperation. “A little?”
“Fiiiiine.” Ryuichi crawled off the bed slowly as Keita found what he was looking for—a little blue box.
He grinned and followed the stalling Ryuichi out to the kitchen to find the counters full of ingredients and various pots and pans. Ryohei was really getting into cooking for them tonight! Keita leaned on the fridge as he watched the singer walk up to the blonde and plant a kiss on him and thank him for the meal. This seemed to sate Ryohei, who gave the singer a lighthearted push and told him to go sit down. That was his cue.
“Hey, I forgot the other part of my gift,” Keita said as he walked up to the surprised cook.
“What is it?” Ryohei asked as he took the box from the taller man and opened it. A big smile and a little bit of a blush took over his features and he looked up at Keita. “You remembered.”
“I was waiting for the right moment to give it back,” he replied quietly as Ryohei showed the curious singer what was inside the box—a medal Ryohei had won when he was younger.
“Took you long enough,” the blonde teased.
“I told you. It had to be the right moment.” Keita ruffled his hair.
Ryohei laughed. “Well, is it?”
Keita leaned down and captured the shorter man’s lips, feeling him kiss back with fervor. Oh yeah, definitely the right moment; especially when they both sort of lost themselves in the kiss and the hiss of something cooking on the stove made Ryohei break the kiss and give it attention instead. Keita glanced over to see Ryuichi sitting at the raised part of the counter, his head resting on his arms as he watched them with warmth in his eyes and a smile on his lips. He waited as Ryohei thanked him before going to sit next to Ryuichi.
As they chatted and watched Ryohei cook, Keita found himself without much to say. He was surprised when the blonde poured them each a glass of wine. Somehow it made him feel older, when something inside protested the idea of growing up. He remembered a time when Ryohei and Ryuichi had mentioned growing up. The singer had said something about being more mature than he had been two years ago and Ryohei went quiet. Keita asked if something was wrong and they both looked at him in surprise, like he was supposed to know what they were talking about.
That night, they had told him about the fight they’d had two, no maybe it was three now, years ago. Listening to their story, Keita understood why their relationship worked so well—because after they realized their mistakes, they used what they learned from it and mastered the art of compromise. He remembered that he’d never seen a couple’s relationship work so well as those two. There were always couples he remembered fighting about really stupid things on the street, or lying to cover up their mistakes, but he could never imagine Ryohei and Ryuichi doing that, unless it was for comedic effect. After he listened to what they had to say, Keita silently agreed with Ryuichi; that they had obviously matured quite a bit after their fight. Sure, there were days when the singer would bounce around like he’d been on caffeine all day, and bring home weird presents from his fans to play with, but Keita knew better than to just see him as a flighty singer. Ryohei was just as bad sometimes with dance music, and Keita knew he himself was just as childish when it came to video games. But something inside of Keita told him that if he didn’t hold onto that silly nature, he might go insane. Or just end up being a really boring and unhappy person.
As he silently watched the other two chatter and laugh, he had a feeling none of them would really ‘grow up.’ Where was the fun in that? Keita brought the glass to his lips and sipped as he thought. He never knew he could feel so complete until these two came into his life.
“Something on your mind?”
He glanced up at Ryohei’s question and smiled. “Yeah.”
“What’s that?” Ryuichi asked.
Keita smiled as the two men did the same and said exactly what he was thinking. “I just can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.”
~***~
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Author:
lotus_beautyRating: R
Pairings: ot3-ish
Warnings: AU, angst, slash
Summary: See Part 1
Disclaimer: w-inds. are not mine. Woe.
Discretion 1: Infatuation
Discretion 2: Determination
Discretion 3: Situation
Discretion 4: Continuation
Discretion 5: Intoxication
Discretion 6: Confusion
Discretion 7: Attraction
Discretion 8: Intermission
Discretion 9: Decision
Discretion 10: Confession
Discretion 11: Complication
Discretion 12: Confrontation
Discretion 13: Redefinition
“I’m home,” Keita sighed as he stepped into his apartment—well, our apartment—and closed the door behind before slipping his shoes off. Everyday he would ask himself why he was so lucky to be in this place. Ryohei would probably tell him that it wasn’t luck. Keita shook his head with a smile as he set his bag down and walked in, checking his phone. He didn’t care if it was luck or fate or just blind stupidity that had landed him here. He was just… well to put it simply, happy. He couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be than here. His old apartment was so quiet and not very lived in, since he was the only one there and never bothered to decorate it properly. Here it was full and he couldn’t think of words to express how he felt here besides just happy. He would never take any of this, or them for granted.
It had taken him a while to get used to this place though. It was so big! Sometimes, he didn’t know what to do with himself when he was alone. The most surprising thing was how Ryohei and Ryuichi had their own routines and oddly, he fit into them quite well. It surprised them when Keita commented on this and Ryuichi declared that fate brought them together and the brunette was bombarded with a group hug, and then promptly dragged off to the bedroom.
Keita rolled his eyes in amusement at the memory as he wandered by the bookshelf and happened to see their high school yearbook on the shelf. What an idiot he’d been. Months ago, when they’d finally sat down to have that talk at Keita’s place (after he practically made himself look like a moron and fought with Ryohei), Keita found out that Ryuichi had gone to their high school. The singer had laughed it off and said he finally remembered Keita while he was waiting outside and asked if he remembered him. The brunette shook his head and watched as Ryuichi then imitated a girl who had once confessed her love to him in his second year. Keita was about to blurt this out when he realized that Ryuichi looked extremely familiar and his jaw dropped. Ryuichi was the girl who had confessed.
Well, he wasn’t a girl, nor had he been a girl at the time, but his look, long hair and the fact that he’d been staring at the floor (and Keita’s flighty nature not to notice him wearing a boy’s uniform), Keita had thought he was a girl! He never told Ryuichi this though. He couldn’t! Wouldn’t it be insulting? He’d smacked his head on the table for his inability to notice Ryuichi’s gender and for the fact that he’d turned down RYUICHI OGATA. After feeling utterly embarrassed, they changed the subject to something lighter and then reconvened in the living room area to really discuss the relationship they were going to have.
That was something that surprised Keita. He’d never heard of people discussing having a relationship. That sort of thing just kind of happened, right? Well, they were certainly all attracted to one another, but the reason they had to talk was mainly because of Ryuichi and his status. Keita couldn’t blame them for wanting to ask him all sorts of questions to see if he was being honest. He almost felt sorry for Ryuichi, and his inability to be honest with the media to keep his privacy. Then he started to realize that he couldn’t be either, but he couldn’t care less. Keita liked the discretion they had about their relationship. He didn’t want anyone to know things like that anyway. His personal life was his personal life and no one else’s.
It seemed so silly now as he recalled what had happened. He pushed the memory away, knowing that the discussion wasn’t really important anymore, since they were all living it now. He wandered into the bathroom and washed his hands as his thoughts wandered around his two lovers. How could he possibly forget how sweet and incredibly insatiable they were—and not just in bed. Ryuichi’s past feelings for him had surfaced again, something he was very flattered and flustered about at first. Combined with Ryohei’s growing affection, he often wondered if he was showing them enough affection as well. Obviously, he was or they wouldn’t pay so much attention to him. There were a few times after he’d started living with them that they would get romantic, and Keita would pretend not to see, because he was always polite like that about couples. Then he would glance up to see if they were still being affectionate to see that they were staring pointedly at him with big evil grins on their faces. After a while he got used to it, and there were moments he would break up for attention, which they happily gave, or he would ignore them to see how long they could wait before sneaking over to pounce him. Somehow, he knew them too well and he liked it. He would have to be blind to take them for granted.
Suddenly, Keita was pulled out of his thoughts as a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and he noticed the new blonde streaks peeking over his shoulder in the mirror before him, as well as the bandage on one of the arms.
“Is Ryu home?” the shorter man's voice asked as a nose nuzzled Keita’s back, making him smile and hug those arms.
“Not yet.” He turned in Ryohei’s arms and stole a kiss from him. “How’s your arm?”
“Just fine.” The blonde grinned. “I’m surprised you didn’t freak out when I got hurt.”
“You whined so much, I could tell that it wasn’t serious,” Keita teased as Ryohei pushed him and pouted, standing back. “I got to apply the first aid though!” he said triumphantly, making his lover try to hide a smile. He leaned back on the sink as Ryohei pulled out his phone and called someone. As he spoke to the other person, he knew from his tone that it was Ryuichi he was talking to.
“What?” Ryohei looked disappointed. “No, it’s okay.”
Keita tilted his head to the side as he listened to the one sided talk, almost able to hear Ryuichi’s voice. He must have gotten caught in some meeting. He’d been in meetings the last few days since he’d been asked to write a song for a new movie or something. Most of the time Ryuichi got home right at the time he specified to the other two men, but sometimes Ryuichi got home early; other times very late. Keita got used to it because he was used to being alone, but sometimes it broke his heart to see Ryohei’s disappointment when Ryuichi would call to say he would be late or had to break something they’d planned. Sometimes he would console the blonde, but most of time Ryohei wouldn’t let him. When he’d asked, the blonde told Keita he didn’t want him to feel like he was supposed to take Ryuichi’s place while he was gone. Ryohei usually got over it quickly anyway. They knew that the singer didn’t like it any more than they did.
He watched as the blonde, who had moved to lean on the doorway, flipped his phone shut with a sigh and walked away. Keita rolled his eyes and followed the blonde out, wondering where he was going to sit and pout this time. He nearly ran into Ryohei’s back and stopped short as he heard a sniffle. Not good. Usually the blonde would pout and stomp around and get over it. He’d never seen Ryohei cry before.
“He said he’d be here!” Ryohei turned as he yelled. “He knows what it’s supposed to be today,” he said as his voice broke.
Instinctively, Keita reached out and pulled Ryohei close, hugging the shorter man as he sniffled and tried to blink away his tears. The brunette felt an ache start in his chest and grow as he wondered when Ryuichi would really get home. It had been the singer’s idea to pick the day of their anniversary—the three of them—by counting from the day Keita joined them, and the day of Ryuichi and Ryohei’s anniversary to the midpoint between them. How could he not be here on the day he’d designated their anniversary?
“Well then,” Keita started and pulled back to tilt Ryohei’s head up. “He’s missing out.”
The blonde laughed halfheartedly. “I suppose you’re right.”
“Do you want your gift now?” Keita asked, itching to give it to the shorter man.
Ryohei’s eyes widened. “You got me a gift?”
“I thought that’s what you did on anniversaries!” the brunette laughed as Ryohei pushed him playfully. “Come on,” he said as he took Ryohei’s hand and led him into another room, Ryuichi’s music room.
Keita went straight to the piano near the middle of the room and sat down. When he’d moved in, he had to get used to Ryuichi suddenly waking them in the middle of the night with guitar or piano from this room. The singer’s inspiration seemed to strike whenever it was most inconvenient. He didn’t mind it so much, since it was nice to sneak close and listen to Ryuichi, but it was his fatigue in the morning before practice that reminded him that he did indeed need sleep instead of listening to Ryuichi’s talents.
“You can play piano?” Ryohei asked as he sat on the bench next to Keita.
“Mhm,” the taller answered as he uncovered the keys.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” The blonde watched curiously as Keita did a few scales.
“You never asked.” He grinned when Ryohei smacked his head lightly then turned to receive a kiss for his troubles.
And so he started to play. It wasn’t a long or infinitely great piece, but he hadn’t really known what to give Ryohei besides something he made. His parents had made him take piano lessons as a child, like many other families. He almost lamented the fact that he’d never pursued music more. Keita’s mother had tried to enter him in a singing contest at one point when he was still in school, but he refused so he could stay in soccer. As he played, he wondered if he would have met and sung with Ryuichi if he’d let his mother enter him.
When he finished the song, he noticed Ryohei’s head leaning on his shoulder and smiled. “I see you liked it.”
“Of course I did.” The blonde snuggled closer and coaxed Keita into a kiss until the taller man’s cell chirped in his pocket and he reached to answer it. Ryohei plunked at random keys on the piano as Keita realized it was a text and clicked to read it. He had to bite his lip to keep from laughing when it he saw it was from Ryuichi and it only said one thing: ‘I lied.’ He typed back ‘You would’ and put his phone away.
“So, where’s my gift?” Keita asked as he slipped the cell back in his pocket.
Ryohei laughed and slid off the bench to stand. “Actually, I can’t give it to you yet.” At Keita’s confused expression, he explained, “I was going to cook dinner for you two, so we have to wait for Ryuichi to get home.”
“Ah, that’s why you were frustrated,” Keita replied.
“Bingo.” The blonde paced toward the door. “But that shouldn’t stop us from having fun until he gets home.” He looked back with a mischievous twinkle in his eye as Keita followed. He wasn’t letting the imp get away!
Chasing the blonde to the bedroom, Keita pounced him and pinned him down onto the bed with very little effort at all.
“Ow, arm,” Ryohei managed with his arms being held down by the brunette’s hand.
“Oh! Sorry!” Keita let the injured one go and grinned sheepishly as the blonde laughed. “I’ll make it up to you,” he promised as he leaned down and stole a kiss from his lover, feeling the blonde’s free arm wrap around his neck. There it was; he could feel the tingles that Ryohei and Ryuichi always made him feel inside. He never wanted that feeling to go away. In the back of his mind, Keita wondered how far they would get before Ryuichi came home.
“Ah, what’s this then?”
They broke the kiss and looked up in surprise. There stood Ryuichi in the doorway, eyeing them with interest.
“Ryu…” Ryohei said. “Hey! You said you’d be late tonight, you liar!” He pointed at the singer and pouted, which made Keita laugh.
“That’s all I get for surprising you? Pointed fingers and accusations? I’m hurt!” The singer clutched his chest and then reached in his jacket to pull out a long box. “Then maybe I should take your presents back?”
“What is it?” Keita was up on his feet with Ryohei in half a second.
“Tell us!” Ryohei bounced excitedly.
Ryuichi laughed at their enthusiasm and handed the box over. Keita held it as the blonde pulled the top off and they looked inside.
“Oh my god…” Keita stared as he heard Ryohei gasp.
“FRONT ROW TICKETS?!” they both screeched together and effectively began to freak out.
“You’re welcome,” Ryuichi got out before they practically tackled and bombarded him with hugs and kisses. He didn’t seem to mind it at all though. After running around the room and jumping on the bed excitedly, Ryohei and Keita managed to burn off some of their enthusiasm and calm down to greet the singer properly.
“I’m going to make you the best dinner EVER,” Ryohei stated before stomping off to the kitchen to do just that. Keita just sat on the bed staring at the box and the tickets inside, in awe of the fact that they really existed. The bed shifted as Ryuichi sat next to him. The singer nudged him, making him laugh.
“What?” Keita asked as the singer leaned against him.
“Where’s my gift?” Ryuichi grinned innocently.
Keita laughed and shifted to pull a piece of paper out of his pocket. “See this?” he unfolded it and held it out for Ryuichi to take, who started to read it. “It’s a contract with the owner of that new clothing store you were talking about.”
“What’s it for?” The singer was obviously confused. “You didn’t buy it, did you?”
He couldn’t help laughing again. “No way! Not with the money I make. No, remember how I begged you for a day off?” He paused to wait for Ryuichi to nod. “I bought out the store for that day, and I got you a gift card so you can buy all you want.”
The singer’s big brown eyes widened. “REALLY?
Keita nodded and sat back as Ryuichi crawled into his lap. He raised an eyebrow at the singer who pressed a kiss to his lips. When the kiss deepened and he felt the singer’s tongue slip past his lips, he knew it wasn’t just a simple thank you kiss anymore. He could feel Ryuichi putting his whole heart into it. Well, that and the hands wandering up under his shirt. Those were really distracting; especially when they pulled his shirt off and pushed him down to lay back on the bed.
Suddenly, it hit him! He sat up, breaking the kiss with Ryuichi in his lap, who made an indignant grunt and demanded to know what was going on. Keita couldn’t help but laugh at the annoyed look on Ryuichi’s face at his seduction of the young man was interrupted.
“Sorry, I just remembered!” He ushered Ryuichi off of his lap, who pouted the whole time. Keita sighed. That wouldn’t do. He touched the singer’s chin and pulled him close to coax him into a better mood with a deep kiss. Ryuichi smiled when their lips parted. Much better.
“What’s so important, lover?” the singer asked, sending butterflies into Keita’s stomach. He always felt that way when Ryuichi said something like that.
“I almost forgot to give Ryohei the rest of his gift,” he replied before getting off the bed to move to the closet, rifling through it as Ryohei called from the kitchen.
“Heeey! No sex until after dinner!” he yelled teasingly.
Keita glanced back to see Ryuichi pouting out the open door from his position on the bed.
“That won’t save you this time, Ogata! Get out here and help me cook!” There was a pause as Ryuichi gave Ryohei a look of exasperation. “A little?”
“Fiiiiine.” Ryuichi crawled off the bed slowly as Keita found what he was looking for—a little blue box.
He grinned and followed the stalling Ryuichi out to the kitchen to find the counters full of ingredients and various pots and pans. Ryohei was really getting into cooking for them tonight! Keita leaned on the fridge as he watched the singer walk up to the blonde and plant a kiss on him and thank him for the meal. This seemed to sate Ryohei, who gave the singer a lighthearted push and told him to go sit down. That was his cue.
“Hey, I forgot the other part of my gift,” Keita said as he walked up to the surprised cook.
“What is it?” Ryohei asked as he took the box from the taller man and opened it. A big smile and a little bit of a blush took over his features and he looked up at Keita. “You remembered.”
“I was waiting for the right moment to give it back,” he replied quietly as Ryohei showed the curious singer what was inside the box—a medal Ryohei had won when he was younger.
“Took you long enough,” the blonde teased.
“I told you. It had to be the right moment.” Keita ruffled his hair.
Ryohei laughed. “Well, is it?”
Keita leaned down and captured the shorter man’s lips, feeling him kiss back with fervor. Oh yeah, definitely the right moment; especially when they both sort of lost themselves in the kiss and the hiss of something cooking on the stove made Ryohei break the kiss and give it attention instead. Keita glanced over to see Ryuichi sitting at the raised part of the counter, his head resting on his arms as he watched them with warmth in his eyes and a smile on his lips. He waited as Ryohei thanked him before going to sit next to Ryuichi.
As they chatted and watched Ryohei cook, Keita found himself without much to say. He was surprised when the blonde poured them each a glass of wine. Somehow it made him feel older, when something inside protested the idea of growing up. He remembered a time when Ryohei and Ryuichi had mentioned growing up. The singer had said something about being more mature than he had been two years ago and Ryohei went quiet. Keita asked if something was wrong and they both looked at him in surprise, like he was supposed to know what they were talking about.
That night, they had told him about the fight they’d had two, no maybe it was three now, years ago. Listening to their story, Keita understood why their relationship worked so well—because after they realized their mistakes, they used what they learned from it and mastered the art of compromise. He remembered that he’d never seen a couple’s relationship work so well as those two. There were always couples he remembered fighting about really stupid things on the street, or lying to cover up their mistakes, but he could never imagine Ryohei and Ryuichi doing that, unless it was for comedic effect. After he listened to what they had to say, Keita silently agreed with Ryuichi; that they had obviously matured quite a bit after their fight. Sure, there were days when the singer would bounce around like he’d been on caffeine all day, and bring home weird presents from his fans to play with, but Keita knew better than to just see him as a flighty singer. Ryohei was just as bad sometimes with dance music, and Keita knew he himself was just as childish when it came to video games. But something inside of Keita told him that if he didn’t hold onto that silly nature, he might go insane. Or just end up being a really boring and unhappy person.
As he silently watched the other two chatter and laugh, he had a feeling none of them would really ‘grow up.’ Where was the fun in that? Keita brought the glass to his lips and sipped as he thought. He never knew he could feel so complete until these two came into his life.
“Something on your mind?”
He glanced up at Ryohei’s question and smiled. “Yeah.”
“What’s that?” Ryuichi asked.
Keita smiled as the two men did the same and said exactly what he was thinking. “I just can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.”
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