Title: Woo Hoo
Collective disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.
Pairing: Yamashiro
Based on: The 5678s – Woo Hoo
Notes: Well, here we go again. Due to my inexcusably slow progress in all my fanfiction writing I was going to wait until I'd written a few more of these to start posting, but I thought I'd do it anyway. A brief introduction: a while ago now, Rave The Rich and I wrote a drabble for each Adventure pairing (well, he did all the pairings, not just the adventure ones). Then, more recently, he issued a challenge for others to write drabbles of their own, and I thought, 'what the hell? I'll do it all over again.' That means 66 more drabbles coming up from me! One difference though; last time, I had random prompts for drabbles. This time, I'm having a song randomly selected from My Music folder and I'll base the drabble around the feelings that song inspires in me at the time. Pairings are also randomly selected. So, without further ado, let The Rave Challenge commence. Enjoy.
Watching Yamato prance about on that stage wearing clothes shredded to such extremes that nothing was left to the imagination had Koushiro squirming in his seat. It was bad enough when they were in private; at least there was no one else there who might notice his discomfort, aside from the obvious. But at the shows that Yamato insisted he came to, he was surrounded by people. Not that he was very convinced that any of them would be paying any attention to him, a nerdy, awkward teenager in the crowd, not when they had someone as… well, stunning as Yamato to focus on.
And 'stunning' really didn't do him justice anyway. The aforementioned shredded stage clothes were black, serving to draw more attention to his pale complexion. His eyes were sparkling under the bright lighting, his long fingers clasped tightly around the microphone he was swinging back and forth as he sang… those fingers… Koushiro's mind briefly wandered to other things they could be wrapped around. He managed, however, to catch himself before that thought got too out of hand (pardon the pun), although even that didn't help the blush that stained his cheeks.
He told himself it could be easily blamed, if asked, on the heat in the overcrowded venue.
He fidgeted more, half listening to the band and half wondering how long it would be before he could get out of there. Gigs were definitely not his scene. People, mostly girls, jumped around him wearing next to nothing, screaming the most bizarre propositions to members of the band, a couple even going so far as to throw their underwear on the stage. It was so deafeningly loud that he thought his ears would be ringing for at least a week and he was starting to have difficulty seeing with the constantly changing lights. Besides, watching Yamato like that, so free and promiscuous, was making him incredibly uncomfortable in the trouser department.
When Yamato met his gaze, his eyes dancing with excitement and the promise of later, Koushiro found he couldn't stay a moment longer. He'd have to wait back at the apartment if he was going to last more than a few minutes when 'later' finally came.