Song: Teenage Dream by Katy Perry

Teenage Dream

You Think I'm Pretty Without Any Make-Up On

Shuichi Shindo was in his dressing room, preparing for the concert that was due to start in thirty minutes. He was waiting for his make-up artist. She should have been there an hour ago. It wasn't like her to be late. Shuichi was getting worried, which caused him to pace. Back and forth, back and forth. Suddenly, the door slammed open and Shuichi looked up, hope quickly filling his eyes and just as quickly leaving once he realized who was in the door. He smiled nonetheless.

"Sakuma-san!" Shuichi cried, flinging himself into his lover's arms. Ryuichi smiled, hugging the younger man tightly. Shuichi pulled back, the worry returning now that the distraction was gone.

"What's wrong, Shu-chan?" Ryuichi asked, pulling Shuichi over to sit on the couch. Well, Ryuichi was sitting on the couch. Shuichi was sitting in his lap.

"Sakuma-san, have you seen Minako? She was suppose to be here an hour ago," Shuichi said, snuggling in close to the other singer. Shuichi loved the way Ryuichi felt against him. He was so warm and so strong that Shuichi felt safe, no matter where they were at.

"First, please stop calling me Sakuma-san. It's Ryuichi or Ryu-chan. Second, I gave Minako the day off," Ryuichi explained, smiling even more as Shuichi blushed. Then Shuichi became confused.

"Why did you give her the day off, Sa-Ryuichi?" Shuichi asked, his face going from pink to red. In all the time he had known Ryuichi, he had never called the older man by his first name. He wasn't sure why. It was probably because, somewhere deep inside, he still idolized him. He still thought that Ryuichi was untouchable, a god among humans. They had been together for a month now, but it still felt surreal. Ryuichi was his, but gods weren't supposed to belong to anyone. Maybe that's why he still called him Sakuma-san.

"Close your eyes and I'll show you," Ryuichi whispered into his ear. Shuichi shivered as his breath ghosted over his sensitive area. Shuichi closed his eyes like he was told, wondering how Ryuichi was suppose to show him anything with his eyes closed. And then he felt those magnificent lips on his and everything disappeared. He suddenly didn't want to do the concert. All he wanted was to stay in his lover's arm, to be continued to be kissed by his lover, but of course, he hardly ever got what he wanted.

Ryuichi pulled back and stood up, pulling Shuichi along with him. He placed Shuichi in front of the mirror and pointed. "I gave her the day off because you look prettier without make-up on. But, like this, you look sexy." And with that last word, Ryuichi licked his ear and left.

You Think I'm Funny When I Tell the Punch Line Wrong

The concert was over. The crowd had gone wild, even more than normal, as soon as Shuichi had come out. Ryuichi had been right. He looked better without make-up on. Especially since his lips had been extremely swollen. Now that he was thinking about it, Ryuichi never wore make-up. Not even on stage. And he had always looked absolutely appetizing.

Shuichi was running around the building, looking for Ryuichi. Someone had just told him an extremely funny joke and he wanted to share it with the person he loves most. Finally, after what seemed like forever (and it was only really two minutes), he found Ryuichi waiting for him in his dressing room. He ran in and jumped into Ryuichi's arms. Shuichi was so happy that it didn't bug Ryuichi. It had Yuki. Yuki hated it when he jumped into his arms. Shuichi shook his head. He wouldn't compare them.

"Sak-Ryuichi! I just heard a really funny joke!" Shuichi exclaimed, jumping up and down in excitement. Ryuichi smiled at him, his own face falling into childish lines.

"Ooh! What is it, Shu-chan?" he asked, bouncing up and down as well. This was something that Shuichi also appreciated. In the month that they had been dating, Ryuichi hardly ever became childish unless Shuichi became childish. It let Shuichi know that Ryuichi really did love him since he was always showing him his serious side. The side that no one else got to see in person. The side only reserved for Shuichi.

"Okay. Why did the chicken cross the road to get to the other side?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Shuichi slapped his hands over it, as if that would cover up the huge mistake he had just made. His eyes filled with tears. He hadn't meant to say the answer. Why did he always mess things up? He waited for Ryuichi to call him an idiot, like Yuki had, but it never came. Instead, Ryuichi was doubled over with laughter.

"Why are you laughing? I messed it up," Shuichi said, confusion written clearly across his features. Ryuichi calmed down enough to look at him, his blue eyes shining with suppressed laughter.

"Because you were funny anyway, Shu-chan. You're so cute, I could just eat you," Ryuichi said, pulling Shuichi closer to him. Once he had him where he wanted him, Ryuichi leaned down and nibbled on Shuichi's ear to prove his point.

I Know You Get Me So I'll Let My Walls Come Down

As Ryuichi continued to nibble on Shuichi's ear, Shuichi began to cry. He didn't mean to and he really didn't want to ruin this moment either. He just couldn't help it. Ryuichi just seemed to get him like no one else did, even when he had just been a fan, rocking out in his room to Nittle Grasper's songs. Ryuichi's songs seemed to be written just for him. He knew that was impossible, but it still felt that way.

"Shu-chan, why are you crying? Did I hurt you?" Ryuichi asked, voice skeptical even as he asked the question. Shuichi looked down at the floor and shook his head. Ryuichi frowned, then, with his thumb and forefinger, lifted up Shuichi's head by his chin so he could look him in the eye.

"Then why the tears?" Ryuichi asked and Shuichi started crying harder. Only someone who truly loved him would ask why he was crying instead of just telling him to shut up. Ryuichi truly understood that sometimes, people just needed to cry.

"Because I love you so much," Shuichi whispered and, for the first time since they had started dating, Shuichi started a kiss.

I Might Get Your Heart Racing In My Skin-Tight Jeans

After Shuichi initiated the kiss, he ran. He was sort of startled that he had done something so bold to the Ryuichi Sakuma. Although the same person was his lover, he had never wanted to do anything that might make Ryuichi second guess himself. He always wanted Ryuichi to be his so he was being very careful, the exact opposite of when he was with Yuki.

He ran all the way to their shared house. He was shaken up, the adrenaline from the run making him want to do something besides sleep. So, he pulled on his favorite leather jeans that fit him like they were painted on, a black mesh top that fitted over a black tube top, and one of Ryuichi's headbands. He then continued to dance around the house, waiting for the adrenaline rush to go away. It was while Shuichi was doing this that his lover came home.

Ryuichi stood in the doorway, watching the pink-haired man leap around the room. He stayed silent until Shuichi spotted him. Shuichi, knowing that he was caught, blushed so hard that he got dizzy.

"If you're going to dance like that, you should have waited for me to get home," Ryuichi said softly, his voice gently chiding.

"What do you mean?" Shuichi asked, completely oblivious to the way the older man was looking at him, to the way the older man was walking toward him, to the way the older man was licking his lips in anticipation.

Without answering, Ryuichi grabbed Shuichi's hand and placed it over his heart. Shuichi eyes widened at how fast it was beating. Panic started to grow inside his stomach. Was Ryuichi having a heart attack?

Seeing the worry in Shuichi's face, Ryuichi said, "It's beating so fast because of you dancing in these ridiculously tight jeans."

Let You Put Your Hands On Me In My Skin Tight Jeans

Shuichi gasped as Ryuichi's hands slid over his ass. The jeans were so tight it felt like there was nothing there at all. Shuichi moaned as the other singer ground their hips together. Oh God, Ryuichi was good. Shucihi made a mental note to wear the pants more often.

"Ryuichi, I'm sorry about running away earlier," Shuichi gasped out as Ryuichi continued to wreak havoc with his libido. Ryuichi smirked.

"It's okay, Shu-chan. I already know what your punishment will be," Ryuichi whispered, one hand trailing from Shuichi's ass to the front, where the pants seemed about to rip apart due to a certain part of Shuichi's anatomy. And with that, Shuichi was putty in his hands.

Be Your Teenage Dream Tonight

During their post-coital cuddling, Shucihi thought of a question that he really wanted the answer to. "Ryuichi, did you ever have a dream when you were a teenager? Besides singing?"

Ryuichi grinned at him, lazily tracing patterns into Shuichi's skin. "Yep. I dreamed of you."