Title: Head over heels
Author: ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
_yoki_
Theme: #06 - attraction
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Miyavi/Shin
Bands: Solo/SKIN x Kagrra,
Disclaimer: No, I don't own them. ;_; Last time I checked, owning people was illegal.
Summary: Miyavi reflects, contemplates, and waits for Shin at his apartment.
Notes: This is based (mainly) on September 14, 2007 (yes, Miyavi's birthday).
Written for ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif)
50stories
***Miyavi was very much different from Shin. He didn't forget about his birthday (he never did). Though it wasn't technically until September 14, a party was held the night of the 13th. He couldn't remember very much of it, as he drank quite a bit, but what he did remember was really great. The soloist had wanted to invite Shin, but he knew loud parties with music, alcohol, and lots of people
generally wasn't appealing to the smaller man.
All night Miyavi thought about Shin. Even though he was surrounded by friends and family, his mind always shifted back to the older guitarist. He was fairly sure that some people had noticed that he was a little bit
off, but he was also quite certain no one knew who he was thinking of.
Being the way he was; bouncing and laughing and enjoying life; it was always easy to tell when there was something plaguing his thoughts.
Miyavi just
knew he wanted Shin. The smaller guitarist was adorable, especially when he stopped being nervous and loosened up some. He loved the way Shin's face lit up when he smiled. It gave the impression that there was more happiness in his life, even though Miyavi knew that wasn't necessarily so. In photo shoots, he
rarely smiled, and he had often wondered if some Kagrra fans thought he was frightening because of that. There were multiple photos of Shin he had seen, and in many it seemed as though he could be both evil and good at the same time. The light tended to do that with him; the shadowed side evil, and the lit portion not.
In a way it was sort of creepy, and the soloist wondered if there
were an evil and good to him. Then, he wondered which side he would have been more willing to show at the party.
Shaking his head, Miyavi smiled a little to himself and went back to looking for some painkillers. It was about 13:30 and he was expecting the other guitarist to arrive relatively soon. Earlier that morning he had gone to visit his parents (they didn't much like loud parties with music, alcohol, and lots of people either) and let them wish him a happy birthday and more success in the following year. He
had enjoyed his time, but he was really looking forward to seeing the older man again.
Miyavi would be the first to admit that he missed Shin. He didn't want to be away from him; Miyavi couldn't stop or calm the way he felt about him. Then he got to thinking…
How well would he be able to hold himself back, knowing how he felt for Shin, knowing that the smaller man would be getting to his apartment within minutes?
Feeling a little frustrated with himself, Miyavi ran his fingers through his hair and went into the shower room. He had to wash his face with some cold water to try and calm himself down some. It wouldn't do if he let Shin know his feelings before he was ready to tell him about them.
Once feeling he'd relaxed at
least a little bit, the soloist left the room, and went out into his living room to make sure it was clean enough. It wasn't near as tidy as Shin's apartment, but he hoped the other guitarist wouldn't be put off or anything by it.
Just as he was neatening up some last-minute adjustments, the monitor on his wall rang briefly to notify him that someone wanted to come up. Smiling, he sauntered to the screen, pleased to see Shin's nervous face looking back. He didn't want the older man to feel nervous or guilty—as he seemed to—but Shin managed to speak before he could.
"I know I said 14:00 was when I'd get here, but I wasn't entirely positive where you lived, so I left early…"
"No worries, Shin-kun." Miyavi laughed, pressing the button next to the screen that would let Shin come up the stairs. He wanted the smaller male closer, and didn't want either of them to stall any further. "Mine is 72~" He chimed out, before letting the display go black and scurried off to the front door.
Within moments, Shin knocked on the door, and Miyavi whipped it open to allow Shin entrance. Miyavi was still smiling brightly, and the first thing he noticed was that the guitarist looked
really good.
The older man was wearing a dark wash pair of jeans, with a dark-coloured—black, maybe?—wife beater underneath a semi-see through sweater, which had a low-cut collar. His hair appeared to be styled, and Miyavi could smell cologne on his skin. It was hard to focus on anything
other than Shin for the longest time, and he didn't realize he was staring until Shin had quietly closed the door behind him and cleared his throat.
Grinning, Miyavi stopped staring and turned, leading the other into his living room. It was a gorgeous day outside, and he really wanted to go out and enjoy it. He didn't think Shin would really like that though, so he decided not to bring it up.
The first thing he noticed
after Shin, was that he had a rather large bag in his hand. Miyavi frowned a little at it, because he was curious, and hoped that Shin hadn't spent
too much money on him.
"You know, you didn't have to buy me anything. Your company is gift enough, cheesy as it sounds, it's true." The taller male explained softly, stepping back to take the bag out of Shin's grasp and set it onto the counter.
"Would you like some tea?" he offered, before the other guitarist had the chance to retaliate. Shin blinked, as if put off, and nodded, hesitating before taking a seat at his table. The guitarist was greatly distracting Miyavi with his cuteness, though he doubted that Shin was aware of it.
"Happy Birthday, Miyavi-san." The other man congratulated finally. Miyavi grinned, handed him his cup of tea, and sat down across from him, his fingers curled around a second cup of tea.
"Thank you, Shin-kun. I'm glad you could come. What have you been doing to keep yourself busy?" tilting his head, the soloist lightly blew at his tea before taking a small sip.
Shin hummed for a while before replying. "I finished some rough compositions and came up with a few more as well. I'm not sure how many tracks will be on our album, but I'm sure I have enough. Might even have one or two extra." He explained, smiling. "What have you done?"
"Well, unlike you, when I have a day off, I like to actually
enjoy my free time. I didn't do very much at all until yesterday night. Kai-kun planned a party, so I was out for most of the evening." He laughed, sighing. "I was going to ask you to come, but you were busy and I don't think you'd much like such a party—you know, loud with music, alcohol, and lots of people. I just didn't want to bother you.
This morning I went to see my parents. They were in Tokyo for the week, and wanted to see me so they could bestow their
own wishes upon me. Parent stuff." Miyavi snorted a little, and was happy to see—and hear—Shin giggle a little. He looked even cuter at that moment.
"I didn't make your visit with your parents cut short by coming over, did I?" Shin's brow furrowed, and he saw his lower lip disappear, and he knew that Shin was biting at it.
"No, of course not. They had somewhere else to be, anyways." The taller man assured. He would
not put up with Shin feeling guilty. It was his birthday, damnit, and while the guitarist
had brought something for him—which was completely predictable because of Shin's nature—he hadn't lied earlier when he said the real gift was having him over.
Miyavi was willing to give up a lot if it meant he could have the older man, instead.
"I see. Well, I'm glad then that you managed to see them for a while." The guitarist smiled, bringing his tea to his lips.
"Yeah, it was actually really nice." Miyavi nodded, getting up from his seat. "Do you want anything to eat?" the younger man asked as he went to the fridge and opened the door, most of his upper body disappearing for a moment before he straightened up again. He brought a small parcel from the refrigerator to the counter, watching Shin expectantly for a long time. Apparently, the older man didn't catch on to what he was implying. Miyavi pouted.
"Kai-kun made me a birthday cake. And
you are going to share some of it with me, Shin-kun. You have to; I might cry if you say no~" and to monopolize on his childishness, he pushed his lower lip out even more, making his pout look ridiculous.
The way the other guitarist blinked at him, was absolutely endearing. Miyavi thought he looked so clueless and innocent; he was very tempted to go right over to him and kiss him. He doubted that would be a good idea, though. If the guitarist remembered the kisses he'd given him on his birthday, Shin would most definitely not be able to be around him without blushing. With that mental image, Miyavi almost grinned. But right now grinning was bad. Very bad. Grinning would ruin his pout that was slowly bringing out an adorable smile on the other's lips.
Finally, Shin giggled, which made Miyavi laugh as well, and he took out two plates and forks, and a knife to the table before sitting once more. He decided to be a little bit evil, and gave the other man a fairly large piece—surely larger than he'd ever give himself—and cut a slice for himself that was roughly the same size.
It was a delicious cake. Kai
had made it, and he'd made sure to put strawberries on it, too, and Miyavi loved that. Earlier that day, he'd eaten some for breakfast, and told Kai his plans for sharing the rest of it with Shin. Of course, the drummer wasn't an idiot. He was also a very close friend of Miyavi's, and could therefore tell if there was something going on with him. Kai had known for a long time that the soloist liked Shin, and tended to poke fun at him whenever he could. As payback, of course, for how much the talented man tortured and teased him.
Before him, Shin hesitated before picking up his fork and breaking off a small bite of his slice of cake. As he nibbled on the sweet treat, he looked up at Miyavi. The soloist was already watching him, and the younger man smiled. Shin blushed, and that made Miyavi grin.
"Good, isn't it?" he asked, swallowing his own mouthful of cake. "Kai-kun's really good at baking cakes. Then again, you should know. He
did help me bake yours." Miyavi teased, smiling when his quiet guest blushed more.
"Yes, and both cakes are really good." The guitarist nodded, taking another sip of tea before returning to his cake.
For a few minutes, silence fell between them, before Shin cleared his throat and looked at him strangely. Miyavi frowned, and hoped that would encourage Shin to speak his thoughts. Thankfully, he did.
"You don't get much time off, do you?" he finally voiced, sounding timid. It was nice that Shin would be worried about him; it felt like some twisted victory.
The soloist smiled a bit before he replied. "No, not really." Miyavi chuckled, only faintly sheepish as he continued to eat his cake. Shin frowned—in concern?—and swallowed what was in his mouth before speaking again.
"Why don't you? It's not healthy to be so busy and run around doing stuff all the time and not taking a chance to calm down or anything… I know I'm not the poster-boy for anything like that, but… what's that phrase? Do as I say, not as I do… I think that's it, anyways." Shin shrugged, biting his lower lip.
"I… appreciate your concern, Shin-kun, but I think you should also worry about your
own health. I'm fine, I'd just really rather be busy than lonely." Miyavi shrugged, looking to the side. What would Shin think if he knew how lonely he got? How he missed being around his friends—even just getting a
hug. It was pathetic, really.
While Miyavi had gone silent, he hadn't noticed that the older male had gotten up from his seat. By the time he
had realized… the bag Shin had brought with him was already sitting on the table in front of him and beside his cake. Now, it was Miyavi's turn to look perplexed. He looked up at the other guitarist, stared into his deep, obsidian eyes to try and read what might have urged him to do so.
Was Shin's silence a sort of pretence, to hide how attentive he was?
Smiling, Miyavi motioned for Shin to sit down again, and finished off what was left of his cake and tea before pulling the bag towards him. "I still can't believe you actually thought you had to buy me something." Miyavi sighed, feigning aggravation, but grinned a little just in case the other thought he was serious.
He saw a smile on Shin's lips and lost his concern for him.
Humming pleasantly, the soloist peeked into the bag, and pulled out a small box that fit into his palm perfectly. He looked inside the bag again, but only saw another box, much larger than the one he held. His gaze lifted to Shin. "No card?"
"Why get you a card, when you can choose to remember every word of our conversation? I think they're impersonal… I'd rather say some clever blurb myself, than have it conveniently written out for me already." Shin explained, shrugging his shoulders carelessly.
Miyavi liked that explanation, and smiled to himself as he pulled off the wrapping paper from the small box. After he had opened the box, his eyes widened, and he started to laugh. The soloist pulled the charm from inside, and hung it on a finger while he giggled.
"Shin-kun, how did you know?" the younger man finally asked, grinning widely. At Shin's confused look, he shook his head. "I've wanted a Marimo for my keitai for the longest time!" he exclaimed happily. Without delaying further, the soloist pulled out his cell phone and attached the charm. Afterwards, he lightly set it down on to the table—it would get too warm if he put it back into his pocket.
The guitarist before him blushed a bit and shrugged his shoulders. Miyavi only smiled, content enough with his friend near to not embarrass him further.
"Is that…
real sapphire?!" his question was a little slow, and Miyavi laughed at himself for not realizing it earlier.
"Err… yeah, it is. I thought it'd mean more, because it's your real birth stone. They had fake stuff, but it was obviously
not sapphire. It looked cheap." Shin huffed, in such a way that made it seem like he was greatly insulted about purchasing something cheap.
Oh, Shin-kun… it means more because it's from you, not because it's real sapphire.Sighing a little, he smiled in a way to try and let Shin know that he understood, and picked up the larger box from the bag. He hummed in thought, trying to guess what might have been hidden beneath the brightly coloured paper and cardboard. He didn't try to guess for much longer—after all,
opening it would have been far more enjoyable, so that's what he did.
There was more tape on the edges of this box however, so it wasn't as easy to open as the one before, but he hoped that meant the gift would make up for the time he lost to actually get to it.
Miyavi nearly squealed when he saw what lay inside. Shin had made a
huge mistake. He bought him the latest release of DDR and there was
no way the older male would be leaving his apartment that day without playing it with him at least once. Excited, Miyavi looked up at his guest, his expression clearly visible on his face, and jumped up from the table. He grabbed Shin's hand and all but tugged him into his living room. Lightning-fast, he set up the game—had a memory card plugged in, and two dance mats on the floor.
"Nonononononononono, Miyavi-san!! I can't play!" Shin squeaked, belatedly waking up to the error he'd made in gifts. It wasn't exactly a bad thing that he'd gotten Miyavi DDR, but in a way, it was bad… he'd been there when the soloist opened it, and only
now he was realizing his fate.
"Ohoho, yes you are!" the younger man cooed, and Shin groaned, rubbing his palms over his face.
"Fine. But
only once." Shin hissed, making a poor attempt at negotiating.
Miyavi grinned and nodded. "Sure. Until you beat me once." He agreed, and cackled evilly when seeing the mixed expression of horror and fear on the other's face.
***While playing, both men had lost track of time. By the time they had finished playing, they'd earned almost 40.000 points for purchasing new songs and other applications in the store.
Shin hadn't managed to beat Miyavi at all, but he took pity on Shin, and let him relax and try to catch his breath. Despite how thin and visually healthy he seemed to be, it soon became obvious to Miyavi that he actually wasn't really fit at all. Just because the majority of Japanese musicians were slender, most of them actually weren't truly 'fit'. There were many who were thin simply because they missed (or skipped) meals, or were so busy with running around and whatnot, that they didn't actually gain anything from what food they
did eat.
Then there were people like Shin; who just didn't eat enough to begin with. Miyavi hoped he would one day be able to convince the older guitarist to eat more. He was looking too thin, lately.
It took them both a few minutes to calm down enough to breathe without having to make noise with each in- and exhalation. Both musicians had collapsed onto Miyavi's couch, and he lightly brushed his fingers through the other's hair without thinking. He was sort of worried about Shin earlier, because he had been breathing really hard. The inked man hoped that Shin was okay.
"Ne, Shin-kun…" he finally spoke, after taking his fingers from Shin's hair. He waited until black irises found his own chocolate ones, and smiled. "If you want to shower, feel free to." Miyavi offered, playing the role of the gracious host.
It wasn't surprising when Shin blushed, and his lower lip disappeared once again. Miyavi sighed and shook his head.
He's really got to stop doing that…"Uhm… if it's not an imposition Miyavi-san… I'd like that." The soloist waved it off as "not a problem" and got up from the couch to show Shin to his shower room. To be honest, Miyavi had wanted to shower too, but he only had one room for that. He'd be nice and let the older guitarist use it first.
Shin followed him, and Miyavi left him in the room for a brief time while he looked for a clean set of clothes that the smaller man
might fit into. It was a simple pair of sweat pants, and a t-shirt, but the shorter man still thanked him profusely. Once sure he would be alright on his own, the soloist went back out into his living room to clean things up, and put away his game. For the remainder of the time he waited for Shin to finish showering, he pulled out his own change of clothes, and searched through some flyers for an order-in dinner. He didn't know what Shin would want, so he just ordered a deluxe bento box from his favourite delivery place. It was more expensive than most of the others, but was also, in his opinion, the best—both for quality of food and service.
The food arrived a few minutes before his guest came out from the shower room, and the soloist once again found it difficult to
not look at Shin. This time it was different from earlier. Now, it was mainly because the other man looked more than incredibly cute. How that was possible, Miyavi had no clue.
Even though he thought he had done pretty well in finding small enough clothes for Shin, it was obvious that they still weren't small enough.
The t-shirt hung off of the guitarist's shoulder in such a way that was very sexy and yet adorable at the same time. His borrowed sweat pants seemed to
barely cling to his hips, and the younger man entertained the thought that a sharp yank to the waist would send them flying to the floor.
Clearing his throat, he smiled and looked up into Shin's face. "I ordered a deluxe bento so we could share… I didn't know what you wanted, I'm sorry." He said sheepishly, rubbing at the back of his neck.
"It's alright. I'm fine with a deluxe bento." Shin nodded, smiling. He walked up to Miyavi and sat beside him on the sofa. Picking up the spare set of chopsticks, he murmured the small before-eating prayer and started to eat. There were two servings of most everything, but even so, Miyavi wouldn't have minded dividing everything in half.
"Oh! Would you like some Calpice?" the older guitarist blinked up at him again, and nodded eagerly.
"Yes, please!"
Grinning, the inked male got up and poured a glass for the other man before returning to the sitting room. He started to eat once more, and when he had his fill, got up from the sofa.
"Enjoy the rest of what you can; I'll put the leftovers away.
I need to shower now. I'll be back in a little while." Shin nodded and ate delicately, making it seem far more graceful than customary. Chuckling some, the younger male disappeared into the shower room where he stripped and turned the water on, climbing in to clean himself off.
One unfortunate thing that came to showering recently was that the soloist's hair had grown out a lot, so now when he got it wet, it took a long time to towel-dry. He'd started to use a hair dryer after getting out, now. It was kind of womanish, but it saved his pillows and bed sheets from getting soaked all the time, too. That was a really unpleasant thing to wake up to.
Miyavi didn't bother with trying to be quick. He knew the older guitarist, and knew that he had nothing to worry about. Out of anyone he could invite over, Shin was by far the best house-guest. Of course, just because Shin was trustworthy didn't mean that he could take his time and stay in there for an hour. All the same, by the time he finally got out, dried his hair, and was dressed again, he
had taken about an hour altogether.
The inked man wandered out into his living room, skin still slightly pinked from the heat of the water. He found that Shin must have eaten what he could and put the dirty dishes and leftovers away. It made Miyavi feel vaguely infuriated, because he remembered distinctly telling him that
he would take care of that mess.
The second thing he noticed after the shock of not having anything to clean up, was that Shin was sound asleep, curled up on his sofa. The soloist restrained himself from cooing at the sight, and pondered for a long moment on what he should do. From past experience, the younger male knew that his couch was
not comfortable at all to sleep on. He also knew—from various sources—that Shin quite preferred to sleep on a futon. And according to said sources, Western-style spring mattresses were anything but desired.
Fortunately, Miyavi
did have a futon.
Unfortunately, it was
his bed. The spare bed was a Western-style spring mattress—his tatami room was where he kept his instruments. He also composed in there.
The only solution the soloist could think of was to bring Shin to his bed, and take the spring bed for himself.
Sighing, Miyavi moved to pick Shin up, sliding one arm under the bend of his knees and the other around his shoulders and behind his neck. The younger guitarist lifted his guest and carried him to his bedroom. Miyavi used his toe to pull the sliding door open, and stepped inside quietly, leaving the door open because he was going to slip out right away. Just as quietly, Miyavi carried Shin to his futon and knelt down, smiling at the way his hair shifted over his forehead, lightly setting the small frame down.
The contact Shin's back had with the floor seemed to be some kind of switch. His arms seemed to move of their own accord and wrapped around his neck. Shin's grip was surprisingly strong, especially since he was asleep. Miyavi tugged lightly at his hands—so as not to wake him up—but the guitarist's hands wouldn't budge.
Nibbling on his lip ring, the soloist did some quick thinking, and finally moved. He slid into the futon beside Shin, pulling the covers up over both of them. Miyavi turned onto his side, surprised again when Shin's hold finally relaxed. He didn't hesitate before gently reaching around his torso, and pulling him closer. It seemed as though the smaller man moved closer to him on instinct, until Shin was practically nuzzling his chest.
He hoped Shin wouldn't hate him for it come morning. It was really nice to have the older man in his arms. It felt like he fit perfectly—as if it were meant to be. Of course, that didn't make his resolve to have Shin as his own any less intense. Predictably, he became even more stead-fast in his desire for him.
Gently, Miyavi brushed his lips over Shin's smooth forehead, before shifting and pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. "Oyasumi, Shin-kun." he whispered, before closing his own eyes at last.
I'm falling for you… Head over heels in love, Shin-kun.***Note: Well, it's two weeks (and a bit) late, so this isn't posted in time for Miyavi's birthday, but it is
my birthday today. XD
And happy birthday to you. <3