Koyama just wants Shige to relax.
"You should relax," Koyama says. He curls his fingers around Shige's wrist, tries to pull him down next to him. Shige twists his hand out of the grasp.
"I can't, I have work to do," he says. "I have deadlines." He puts the glass of green tea down on the desk and settles down in front of his laptop. To try again. He clicks and the screen flashes back to life, the latest chapter of his book staring back at him. It's been giving him trouble all week. Plot points need to be resolved but his characters refuse to cooperate.
He can hear Koyama behind him as he hums and digs his chopsticks back into his bowl of beef and rice. He can feel his eyes on the back of his neck and if he couldn't before, he definitely can't write with someone watching him.
"Will you please watch the television instead of me?" he asks, half turning in his chair. Koyama shrugs. His cheeks bulge with rice but his eyes crinkle in a smile.
"I like watching you better," he says as soon as he manages to swallow the mouthful.
"I can't write like this."
"You couldn't write anyway," Koyama says. He pats the space beside him. "Come here and eat your dinner. It's getting cold."
"Just let me finish this bit."
"You've been at it all day. It'll keep until tomorrow. Please?" he adds and Shige sighs in defeat.
"Fine." He turns back to his laptop, saves the file five time to make sure, and closes it. He settles down next to Koyama at the low dinner table, curling his legs under him.
"What are you watching?" he asks as he starts picking the beef off his rice. He likes eating all the meat first before starting on the rice. Koyama gives him sidelong glances like he's kicking puppies, but Shige's had a lot of practice ignoring those faces.
"You, mostly," Koyama replies. He laughs as Shige rolls his eyes.
"What do you want to watch?" he asks. He picks up the remote and starts flipping through the channels. There's nothing particularly interesting on so they settle on an Arashi show. Keeping up with their seniors will at least give them an edge next time they're interrogated on some show or other themselves.
Koyama's already finished eating and puts his bowl back on the table, pushing it away from the edge. He leans his head on Shige's shoulder and Shige starts to say something about hair in his face when he's trying to eat, but stops. Koyama is warm and solid against his side and it feels so comfortable to just sit here together.
He's finished his rice, but he stays where he is, clutching the bowl in two hands, afraid Koyama will get up if he moves.
When the show ends, Koyama stretches, chuckling at Shige's whine, quickly turning into a mumble about the cold. He turns his head to press wet kisses to Shige's cheek and neck until Shige twists out of his grasp.
"Tickles," Shige protests vaguely. Koyama laughs and presses a final kiss to Shige's mouth, before getting up and offering Shige a hand.
They pile the dishes in the sink for tomorrow. Shige opens the fridge to get more tea, but Koyama is behind him, wrapping arms around his waist and nuzzling his neck and tea becomes too difficult to focus on and too irrelevant. He curls his hands over Koyama's and tilts his head back to allow more access. Koyama hums in approval. He licks and kisses the sensitive skin and there is just a hint of too much teeth that sends a shiver down Shige's spine.
"I like this shirt," Koyama says, words pressed like kisses to his skin and Shige isn't listening.
"You should wear it all the time," Koyama continues, fingering the low-cut t-shirt. "Hm?" he adds, humming against Shige's skin before pressing a small kiss to his shoulder. Shige nods because he feels something is expected from him and Koyama laughs.
"Don't fall asleep, Shige," he chides, pinching his hip.
"'M not asleep," Shige says. He gasps at the feel of Koyama's cold hands on the warm skin of his hips, trailing towards his stomach.
"Your hands are cold," Shige protests, sucking in his stomach in half an effort to avoid the icy fingers.
"To wake you up," Koyama teases.
"I was just relaxing. You told me to relax."
"I meant, stop thinking too much," Koyama corrects. "This isn't rocket science, Shige." His fingers tease at the waistband of Shige's jeans. Shige's breath hitches and he twists around in Koyama's embrace to kiss him, warm lips against his own, winding his arms around his shoulders. Koyama smiles against his mouth, hands still on Shige's hips, playing with the hem of his shirt.
"Come on," he says and pulls Shige towards the bedroom. They lose their shirts before they get there, leaving them in puddles of fabric on the floor, and make quick work of their jeans and underwear. Shige presses close against Koyama, skin against skin, their bodies fit together perfectly. Koyama pushes him gently backwards until the back of Shige's legs hit the bed.
They end in a tangle, Koyama on top of him.
"I just want to touch you all over," he mumbles against Koyama's lips before kissing him, licking full lips until they open against his own and Koyama curls his tongue against his. His hands slide down Koyama's arms, down his sides, touching everywhere he can reach. The heat of his skin under his palms is addictive.
He moans when Koyama brushes fingers against his cock and Koyama hums appreciatively. He runs his fingers down the inside of Shige's thighs and Shige shifts against him trying to create more friction.
"Let me fuck you?" Koyama says, voice low, running teasing fingers over his balls.
"Yes," Shige hisses, arching up in the touch.
He moans as Koyama stretches him with long slick fingers. It is too much and perfect and never enough and he loves all of it.
"More," he breathes finally. He can hear Koyama fumble with a condom and then he's leaning over him again and it's too much, too much, too much. He squeezes his eyes shut until he sees stars, until the waves wash over him and he feels so full it's perfect and he can finally relax, release the death grip on Koyama's biceps.
Koyama kisses his nose.
"Yes?" he asks and Shige nods and pulls him closer, clutching fingers leaving pale crescents on Koyama's skin. Koyama starts moving and Shige lets his head fall back into the pillows. It's too much and he wants more and he can only moan hoarsely as Koyama pounds into him again and again. He hits the spot inside of him that has Shige writhing underneath him, skin slick with sweat. Shige's already so worked up when Koyama reaches a hand between them and wraps it around his cock. The extra friction sends him over the edge, moaning Koyama's name over and over.
"Shige," Koyama groans, voice urgent and his pace gets increasingly frantic, until he pushes into Shige one more time, all tension and burning, hard lines of his body against him.
Shige listens to their combined harsh breathing in the silence of their apartment for what feels like an eternity, arms around Koyama in a loose embrace.
Finally, when the thundering of his heart is less deafening and their breathing has evened out, he pushes at him until they manage to disentangle themselves from each other. Koyama scrambles up, taking Shige's hand to pull him up with him, and they stumble towards the bathroom.
Shige cleans himself off while Koyama opens the taps. It doesn't take long for steam to curl around and fill the small room.
They don't really fit in the narrow tub together, legs too long and knees banging against the edges, but they fit almost and almost is enough.
Shige leans his head back on Koyama's shoulder and closes his eyes. Koyama laughs and splashes soap and water around, wrapping arms around his waist. Shige manages a token grumble at all the splashing, but he feels warm and heavy and he should really get back to bed before he falls asleep, but it's too much effort and Koyama's arms are safe around him.
And in the warm dark behind his eyelids, fuzzy at the edges, the stories finally start to unfold.