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Wrote a fic for another community for a heat theme. Hope you like.
Title: Cool Hands
Pairing: RyoPi
Rating: G [I know, totally could have ran with the theme, but I just can't write smut]
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the people in this fic, though I wish I could have a piece of Ryo >_<
Author's note: Ryo's got a fever. Please be kind =/.
Ryo frowned as he looked over at Shige and Koyama, talking loudly near their lockers. Shige was talking very fast, as per usual, while Koyama laughed at something that was apparently very funny. It wasn’t that they didn’t do this everyday, or even that it didn’t usually bother him, it’s just that today he didn’t have the patience to deal with it. It had been a long week, and it was only Wednesday. They’d just finished rehearsals and Ryo had a migraine. What was worse, they were experiencing a heat wave. He furrowed his eyebrows further as someone slammed a locker door closed somewhere to his right. He stood up and went to the showers.
Under the cold water, he let heat seep slowly from his head, as drops beat down on his face. He turned it off quickly and grabbed his towel. Stepping out onto the tiled floor he heard the water in he next stall being turned off. He looked over to see Pi coming out with a towel around his waist.
“Hey Ryo,” said the brunette.
“Hey.”
“You feeling all right? Your face is red.”
“Fine, just hot.”
“You sure?”
Ryo nodded and went to leave, but Pi grabbed his arm and immediately let go.
“Dude, you’re burning up!”
Ryo forehead creased yet again as his frown returned to grace his features once more. He wasn’t one to get sick. He figured he’d just go home, put a fan on by his bed and sleep it off. But Pi seemed to have other plans. He grabbed his thin friend by the wrist and pulled him out of the bathroom.
“Let’s get you home and into bed, I’m taking care of you tonight.”
His ears were ringing at this point and his head throbbed with pain. He could tell his face was flushed. It felt warm and congested. He changed sluggishly, still hot and now achy. Yamapi was hopping around, having finished getting dressed, and was now collecting both of their belongings. Ryo finished and tried grabbing his bag from his friend, but held it out of his reach.
“Tomohisa, I’m fine,” he protested.
“No, you’re not. Come on.”
Grabbing his hand this time, Pi pulled him to the door and Ryo was too preoccupied with his head that now felt like it was going to explode to say anything more.
***
“Here.”
They had arrived at Ryo’s place and Yamapi was turning down the covers on his bed. Ryo was boiling up and stripped down to his boxers, deliriously collapsing into bed. He was glad Pi left the lights off. Under half-lidded eyes, he saw the younger man arranging things around him. He picked up the clothes Ryo had stripped off and folded them into a neat pile. He left the room momentarily and returned with a glass of water, and what seemed like a wet towel. Pulling up a chair next to the bed, Pi sat beside him and felt his face. His hands were cool, and Ryo closed his eyes as the respite from the heat soothed him. Next thing he knew, Pi’s hand was gone, and he scrunched his face into a grimace.
“No, leave them there.”
He blindly reached up for his friend’s hands and pulled them down on his face again. He left them there for a few moments. Then they were gone again as Pi placed aspiring in to his parted lips and lifted the glass of water to his mouth. Ryo sipped from it and it felt refreshing. Sighing, he closed his eyes again. He felt the cold rag on his face but found he preferred Pi’s cold hands. He reached once more for the hands and pushed the rag out of the way, replacing it. Like this he fell asleep.
3:04. His migraine was gone, but the heat wasn’t. It wasn’t unpleasant though. He realized it was coming from a body that was lying next to him. Yamapi was sleeping soundly, one of his cool hands still lay on Ryo’s face. The raven-haired man left it there, but shifted closer to the owner of the hand. He closed his eyes and smiled, drifting off to sleep once more.
Title: Cool Hands
Pairing: RyoPi
Rating: G [I know, totally could have ran with the theme, but I just can't write smut]
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the people in this fic, though I wish I could have a piece of Ryo >_<
Author's note: Ryo's got a fever. Please be kind =/.
Ryo frowned as he looked over at Shige and Koyama, talking loudly near their lockers. Shige was talking very fast, as per usual, while Koyama laughed at something that was apparently very funny. It wasn’t that they didn’t do this everyday, or even that it didn’t usually bother him, it’s just that today he didn’t have the patience to deal with it. It had been a long week, and it was only Wednesday. They’d just finished rehearsals and Ryo had a migraine. What was worse, they were experiencing a heat wave. He furrowed his eyebrows further as someone slammed a locker door closed somewhere to his right. He stood up and went to the showers.
Under the cold water, he let heat seep slowly from his head, as drops beat down on his face. He turned it off quickly and grabbed his towel. Stepping out onto the tiled floor he heard the water in he next stall being turned off. He looked over to see Pi coming out with a towel around his waist.
“Hey Ryo,” said the brunette.
“Hey.”
“You feeling all right? Your face is red.”
“Fine, just hot.”
“You sure?”
Ryo nodded and went to leave, but Pi grabbed his arm and immediately let go.
“Dude, you’re burning up!”
Ryo forehead creased yet again as his frown returned to grace his features once more. He wasn’t one to get sick. He figured he’d just go home, put a fan on by his bed and sleep it off. But Pi seemed to have other plans. He grabbed his thin friend by the wrist and pulled him out of the bathroom.
“Let’s get you home and into bed, I’m taking care of you tonight.”
His ears were ringing at this point and his head throbbed with pain. He could tell his face was flushed. It felt warm and congested. He changed sluggishly, still hot and now achy. Yamapi was hopping around, having finished getting dressed, and was now collecting both of their belongings. Ryo finished and tried grabbing his bag from his friend, but held it out of his reach.
“Tomohisa, I’m fine,” he protested.
“No, you’re not. Come on.”
Grabbing his hand this time, Pi pulled him to the door and Ryo was too preoccupied with his head that now felt like it was going to explode to say anything more.
***
“Here.”
They had arrived at Ryo’s place and Yamapi was turning down the covers on his bed. Ryo was boiling up and stripped down to his boxers, deliriously collapsing into bed. He was glad Pi left the lights off. Under half-lidded eyes, he saw the younger man arranging things around him. He picked up the clothes Ryo had stripped off and folded them into a neat pile. He left the room momentarily and returned with a glass of water, and what seemed like a wet towel. Pulling up a chair next to the bed, Pi sat beside him and felt his face. His hands were cool, and Ryo closed his eyes as the respite from the heat soothed him. Next thing he knew, Pi’s hand was gone, and he scrunched his face into a grimace.
“No, leave them there.”
He blindly reached up for his friend’s hands and pulled them down on his face again. He left them there for a few moments. Then they were gone again as Pi placed aspiring in to his parted lips and lifted the glass of water to his mouth. Ryo sipped from it and it felt refreshing. Sighing, he closed his eyes again. He felt the cold rag on his face but found he preferred Pi’s cold hands. He reached once more for the hands and pushed the rag out of the way, replacing it. Like this he fell asleep.
3:04. His migraine was gone, but the heat wasn’t. It wasn’t unpleasant though. He realized it was coming from a body that was lying next to him. Yamapi was sleeping soundly, one of his cool hands still lay on Ryo’s face. The raven-haired man left it there, but shifted closer to the owner of the hand. He closed his eyes and smiled, drifting off to sleep once more.
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