And another couple of drabble-ish things

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Honeys and YamaPair for aatash. I…am not sure why this is what happened.



Ohno's cheeks are round and warm under Sho's hands and they squish just right under a tiny amount of pressure. Ohno smiles a pushed-together, puckered-up grin. His hands are warm on Sho's face and there is the softest touch imaginable tracing the outline of his mouth. Sho purses his lips in a tiny half-kiss.

They don't do this very often, just sit with each other and look; mostly because it makes Nino fake-retch and tell them that he is moving in with Jun because Jun would never, ever be such a sap.

Mostly…

But also because if they did it all the time—sat and memorized and touched and laughed with only a breath—it wouldn't feel so special.

Sho tips their foreheads together and let's his fingers ghost the rim of Ohno's ear. Ohno's palm warmly cups Sho's chin.

And they are completely happy.



For littlealex who wanted to see Sho in New York.



Sho didn't know how it was humanly possible to miss his bandmates after only twenty-four hours being away from them. He wondered if the bonds between them were the sort that felt the distance and ached with it. He could think of no other reason why he was wandering New York City like a tourist, taking photos of places that he'd seen in HYD Return, like he was Makino thinking of Doumyouji.

He e-mailed a photo of his ice-skates at Rockefeller Center to Ohno and missed him. He e-mailed a picture of his Joe's Coffee cup to Jun, a picture of the Bronx Zoo tiger enclosure to Aiba, and a picture of a half-full tip jar from a hotdog stand to Nino and missed them all dreadfully.

In return he got four different pictures of Narita International airport and the message that they were waiting.




For my darling font who wanted Ohno and Sho and the eye patch. Or driving in the snow. ♥



From where he was sitting Sho could see the bare edge of the white eye patch that covered Satoshi's eye. It made him fidgety. "Could you turn your head and actually look?" he requested, tightening his grip on the wheel.

Satoshi looked over. At him.

"At the road?" Sho asked a little desperately, trying his best to ignore the blaring horns behind him. It was snowing so heavily that the wipers were making tiny snow-banks at the side of the windshield and visibility was down to mere meters. And his co-pilot for the drive had an eye patch. They were only seconds from disaster, Sho was sure of it. "Please?"

"There's nobody coming," Ohno repeated the same thing he'd said earlier. He turned his head fully and said, "No, really, there isn't anybody."

Sho closed his eyes, said a prayer, and did his best to merge into traffic without dying. "I should have dropped Nino off last, not you," Sho said when he managed to make his lungs work enough to drag in a quick breath.

"Nino wouldn't let you because that would waste gas and therefore money," Ohno said peacefully. "The snow is pretty."

Sho closed his eyes. They were definitely going to die in fiery wreck.

Something ice cold slithered down Sho's neck. His eyes flew open and he jerked his head around to stare at Ohno, only partially remembering to stay in their lane. "What the hell?"

Ohno gathered another handful of windshield snow and molded it into a ball. "You looked like you were falling asleep. I thought it would wake you up."

"I am staying at your apartment tonight," Sho told him. And putting ice cubes down your underpants while you sleep, he did not add.



For anoudegozaruna who requested Sho helping Ohno with the Yatterman pose. I haven't watched that HnA (because I am a bad, bad fan) so hopefully this is not too far off base.



He didn't know how they'd gone from 'tuck and roll and yatta!' to warm hands and wet kisses and hot cocks sliding against each other. Maybe Sho knew, Ohno thought, burying his hands in Sho's silk-fine hair. Maybe Sho could explain where their training had gone off-course. Maybe Sho could—

"Yatta," Sho mumbled in to their kiss. His hand hooked around Ohno's thigh and pulled, dragging it up to curl over his hip so that when he ground down against him—oh, when he did that—oh.

Well, Ohno thought, at least they'd got that part of it right. "Yatta," he agreed, kissing back.