Shishido looked up as Ohtori came into the apartment and smiled. "Hey, was wondering when you'd show up," he teased gently, letting Ohtori kiss his forehead gently.

"I know you and jet lag," Ohtori said with a grin. "I figured a day or so for you to just sleep, and then I could come and see you without worrying about keeping you up, or getting my head bitten off."

Shishido mimed biting at Ohtori's hand as it moved to stroke his cheek. "Bite, bite," Shishido grinned.

"You're in a silly mood," Ohtori said with a raised eyebrow.

"Blame the extreme amounts of sleep, a large dose of sugar, coffee, and being giddy with the idea of a six to eight week vacation."

"No longer than two months?"

"Have a show then that I said I would do," Shishido said. "And that's about as long as Kitty and Vic with be able to cover for me."

"Kitty and Vic?" Ohtori frowned.

"Kitty is my other agent and Vic – Victoria – is my publicist."

Ohtori nodded a bit and pulled Shishido into a hug, "Hi, Ryou," he said softly. "How was your flight? Do you have anything you want to do tonight?"

Shishido snuggled up against Ohtori, nearly purring in contentment. "Flight was good, I slept on it. And I wanna stay in tonight. We used to do a lot of that, which always ended up into silly things and I wanna do that again."

Ohtori grinned, "As I remember, they tended to lead to pillow fights, shrieking which woke up Hiyoshi and Taki across the hall and made them yell at us for a good hour before they stalked back across the hall and we repeated the whole process."

Shishido laughed and poked Ohtori's chest. "Exactly, Choutarou! Only we have no one who can lecture us because I've got the whole goddamn floor to myself!"

Ohtori grinned and shook his head. "Then what shall we do?"

"I say, go shopping for food to eat, because I have nothing, and then hit a video store?"

"Sounds like a plan," Ohtori said with a smile. "No zombie, vampire, werewolf movies."

Shishido pouted as he grabbed his jacket. "Why not? They're perfectly valid movies!"

"I've seen the ones you used to watch," Ohtori said, running a hand through his hair and followed Shishido out of the apartment. "And I still don't get your fascination with horror films that are just plain….horrible."

"Want chick flick movies then?" Shishido teased as they stepped into the elevator. "Or dramas?"

Ohtori grinned, "Comedy."

Shishido's eyes lit up, "How about a film mocking zombie films?"

Ohtori groaned, "Ryou…"

"What?" Shishido squawked, looking indignant. "Zombie films are a classic genre, and I shall teach you to appreciate them."

"You said the same thing about Francis Bacon's art work, and I still say it looks like he was a deranged serial murder who was given paint and he took his psychosis out on the canvas."

"Which isn't true, but is a fair deduction which I still find amusement over," Shishido said smoothly. "Some of his art does look that way, but it has a certain…"

"Morbid appeal?" Ohtori asked blandly, raising an eyebrow at Shishido.

"Yes! Perfect! His art has a sort of morbid appeal that just attracts people to it."

Ohtori shook his head, "And yet you like the normal artists too."

"Oh, boo!" Shishido sighed, flicking Ohtori's ear. "Leave my taste in art alone. I've found others who I adore just as well."

Ohtori smiled as they went about shopping.

~

"I'm shocked you can still cook so well," Ohtori said with a grin, helping clean and put away plates. "I thought as a model you'd be going out to all these fancy restaurants and wouldn't bother to make yourself a decent meal anymore."

Shishido laughed, "No, I still cook. Not as much, of course, but enough. It's good for shocking company. Neil nearly had a heart attack when I made dinner for him the first time. I think he spent twenty minutes poking it to make sure it was, in fact, dead, and wouldn't be poisoned."

"You and Neil are very close," Ohtori observed, voice empty of emotion.

Shishido could feel his guard coming up, "We were lovers, if you hadn't guessed from all the teasing."

"I had figured as much," Ohtori said carefully.

"And?" Shishido asked, going to the freezer and pulling out a carton of Ben & Jerry's Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream.

"He's there for you?" Ohtori asked, leaning back against the counter. "You can go to him with problems and he'll help you? Even if you're over, he won't try and pull you back?"

Shishido hide a smile as he rooted around in a draw for two spoons. "In other words," he said mildly, hiding all amusement from his voice, "is he a friend who cares for me, but won't try and snatch me away."

Ohtori ran a hand through his hair and sighed, "Uh, basically."

Shishido grinned, digging one of the spoons into the ice cream, and turned. "Neil is my best friend," he said, sticking the spoon with ice cream in Ohtori's open mouth. "No talking, you. Anyway, we're friends. We screwed around in college, not really dating. We had both been signed with Jesse, which is why the two of us are almost always on the same shoot; Jesse markets us off as a pair because of how pretty we look together."

Ohtori grinned and took the spoon out of his mouth and digging into the carton Shishido held.

"The both of us are attention whores and drama queens, and we got into spectacular fights over the stupidest things, and would pout and sulk all day until we both decided to forgive the other. It was frustrating then, but thinking back on it, it should have been a movie with how hilarious it all was. We broke up after about a year, year and a half, because neither of us could take the other's dramatics."

"Sounds familiar."

Shishido bopped Ohtori on the head with his spoon. "Shush," he grinned. "Anyway, after we stopped trying at a relationship, we used each other for sex whenever needed. We're much better as friends; less likely to try and kill each other."

"So…?"

"So you have nothing to worry about," Shishido teased. "Except, of course, for the million of people who drool over the photos of me in the magazines. I'm sure they probably all fantasize about me and wish they could come and sweep me off my feet or something like that."

"I'll beat them off with a broom," Ohtori said easily. "Where do you keep it?"

"I don't have one?" Shishido said, frowning and looking around, his tone of voice turning the statement into a question. He grinned then and dug his spoon into the ice cream and eating it.

"Ah, so I'll beat them back with pillows," Ohtori said, nodding sagely.

"We are in an incredibly silly mood," Shishido observed, grinning and going into the living room to plop down on the floor in front of the couch while Ohtori sprawled across it. "So, we've watched a zombie movie, which even you liked, wanna just watch anime or something?"

"Okay, the zombie movie was hilarious," Ohtori said, leaning over to get more ice cream. "Shaun of the Dead has made me rethink zombies movies. Happy?"

"Very."

"And…sure. Anime sounds fine. TV is fine too," Ohtori grinned.

Shishido grabbed the remote and handed it to Ohtori. "You pick. I made you watch zombies eating brains and playing PlayStation2, so you can pick the next bit."

They channel surfed for a while and, between the two of them, finished off the carton of ice cream as they watched random things. It was around one in the morning when they both started drifting off and Shishido yawned and poked Ohtori.

"Spend the night," Shishido said, trying to speak through a yawn. "I'll make you breakfast."

Ohtori smiled sleepily. "Oh, anything for a home-cooked breakfast," he teased, turning the TV off and following Shishido into the bedroom where they stripped, crawled under the covers, and promptly fell asleep.

The End

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