Voice Ryosuke/Daiki
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snoozing_kittenTitle: All the lonely people where do they all come from?
Pairing: Ryosuke/Daiki
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Daiki pushes and pushes until Ryosuke snaps.
--'Would it be wrong after so long if I kissed you?'
“Let’s go.” Daiki’s voice lifted and fell with melody, singing the words as his hand puppet acted them in time, the googgle-eyes bouncing faintly with each exaggerated syllable. The tips of his fingers almost brushed Ryosuke’s nose and he bit back on the urge to yelp in surprise, he had actually managed to finish half the cross-word this time before the other man came to investigate.
“Can I finish first?” He tapped his pencil against ‘Across 14’ (A quick bath in six letters?)
“…” He didn’t say anything, and if anything he managed to make his hand-puppet frown which was ridiculous given its mouth was his fingers. Daiki’s restless energy washed over him, the corners of his lips turning down slightly in a look that was half annoyed and half a childish pout. How many times would it take before he was able to hold up under that look?
“Where are you going?” Teppei looked up from where he was checking protein concentration values against reference values from the heart blood samples. Aki, working across from him on bacteria culture data rolled her eyes, as if he didn’t know, ‘there is a case afoot Dr. Watson’ she thought with a wry mental smile, but wasn’t quite bold enough to say it out loud.
“To Mrs. Ayasegawa’s work of course. ” Also said in a shrill tone that Daiki had attributed to his puppet. “I have a few questions.” Ryosuke snorted indelicately at that; understatement of the century.
“Of course.” Aki’s dismissive tone of voice was almost cold but threaded through with warmth like a red string; because there wasn’t a person who could really dislike Daiki. He just grinned absently, leaned sideways to bump his hip against Ryosuke’s shoulder, completely oblivious.
“Let’s go, they’ll close by five.” He rocked back on his feet, impatient to just rush on with it, curiosity like a runaway train. Making Ryosuke the grudging caboose?
With a long-suffering sigh Ryosuke pushed himself to his feet, darkly amused that Daiki despite being taller had to take a step back when he did, giving him a little breathing space. His friend was like a little monkey like that, insatiably curious, jokingly playful, prone to clinging, and his ears stuck out too, overall the effect was very simian.
“I have to be at the hospital later, we’ll take my car.”
“Ehhhh, you have a car?” Teppei’s book snapped close with a loud slap when his fingers slipped from it and managed to scare himself with the sound. “Then why do we always take the train to all those weird places?”
“Hm? It only fits two.” Ryosuke shrugged thinking absently that his own little car couldn’t hold a flame to Dr. Natsuikawa’s own hot red car. He got shivers thinking about the way it had torn up the road all but purring with its fuel injection engine even at the speed limit. He would have dreams for years to come about riding in that car.
“A sports car?” Teppei ticked his head to the side a little, and if Daiki was a monkey then Teppei was a damn huge puppy.
“Must be nice with your father being the head of a hospital and all.” Hanei sighed dramatically and anger flared briefly before fading to a mellow glow of irritation. He was used to it by now. Sort of.
“Dr. Natsuikawa’s car is still nicer.”
“Let’s go.” Daiki was tugging him towards the door with one first wrapped in his lab coat. Given the choice to either dig in his heels and force the other man to give him the time to complete his crossword (and dammit the answer was ‘karasu’), or simply given into hurricane Daiki and be swept away. Ryosuke was out in the hallway, their shoes clattering loudly on the polished floors before he could really decide.
-
Even Daiki with all his incredible cognitive ability stared dumbfounded absently at the faintly glowing taillights of the car in front of them. “Seems like traffic.” He offered helpfully, Ryosuke had to take a deep calming breath to stop from snapping at the other student.
The store where the victim had worked and died was all the way across the city and the fastest way was the tunnels, not accounting for evening traffic. Ryosuke sighed, shifting the car into neutral, the traffic was full-on gridlocked, and they were going to be there for awhile.
“I don’t think we’re going to make it there by five.” He growled, annoyed because that implied that Daiki’s reckless method of taking off with only a few thousand yen on him and dragging the four of them along with him was superior. When it clearly wasn’t.
They sat there in silence, the darkness pooling in through the windows painting everything an almost orange colour. The radio was playing something catchy and only slightly annoying; it worked wonders on his mood, loosening slowly.
“Why?”
“What now?” He couldn’t entirely keep the snap from his voice but if Daiki even noticed he didn’t say anything about it. He was alternately the most empathic person on the planet and the least able to read a situation.
“Why did you pick such a small car?” He ran the pads of his long fingers across the spotless dashboard, tapping out a quick rhythm.
“It was a gift.”
“Really?” The shrill tone made Ryosuke jump and turn and stare, hadn’t even occurred to him that Daiki hadn’t removed his ridiculous ring before they left. “But why did they give you such a small car? It’s not practical.”
“Because it looks cool.” That seemed to throw Daiki for a moment as he contemplated the reasoning, turning it over in his head like a puzzle, fitting in pieces to the best of his ability.
“Like Ryosuke then.”
“What do you mean by that?” He turned to look at Daiki for a moment, they weren’t in danger of moving, and he really couldn’t see too much past the shadows of the tunnel and the license plate of the car directly in front of them illuminated by his headlights. The only other thing to look at was Daiki’s face lit by the glow of the dash.
“Cool looking but not very useful.”
“Hey.” He punched the other man lightly, getting a none-too-gentle smack to the bicep in return. “You really are a terrible person.”
“Why do you like me then?”
“Ah, I wonder.” He lapsed once again into silence letting the radio fill the void, not taking much notice of the thoughtful expression on his friend’s face.
“Why?” Daiki’s hand right in his face, the slightly rough edges of bitten nails brushing his cheek and he swatted the annoying hand away.
“Hm?”
“You like Dr. Natsuikawa, why?”
“Why do you ask?” The line of questioning seemed even more left-field then usual.
“Because it seems like we are going to be here for awhile.” As if on cue the cars ahead of them shifted up about one car’s length and stopped again, shifting into drive Ryosuke inched forward to match.
“We could play Shiratori?” Somehow that seemed more appropriate then talking about his little crush on the assistant professor, Daiki just shook his head.
“Why?” Again with the hand puppet and Ryosuke sighed, realizing belatedly that he was really spineless when presented with that almost pouting expression.
“Well you know, she’s smart, she’s got good taste.”
“That’s all?” As usual Daiki seemed highly dissatisfied with his response. Making a face like it affronted him personally that his question didn’t have a perfectly clear-cut answer.
“That, and she’s.” Ryosuke made an exaggerated hand gesture, making sort of the hourglass outline with his hands in the air that their assistant professor most definitely didn’t have. “A real woman.”
Daiki’s response was to pull a gagging face that made him laugh.
“You’re telling me you never noticed?”
“Not really.” Shrugging he looked away.
Which made a lot of sense really, him and Hanei had actually a bet running to see if Daiki would ever notice the way Aki was barely holding herself in check when around him. Her affection was horribly obvious to the rest of them, like watching a slow motion train wreck terrible and yet so compelling, but Daiki just grinned and treated her as if she were one of the guys. Frustrating for her, and rather hilariously funny for the rest of them, just how clueless Daiki seemed to really be.
“Then.”
“Then?” Ryosuke shifted the car into drive and let it crawl forward the half a meter the brief conversation had gained them.
“Would you like me more like that if I did this?”
He barely managed to stop himself from jumping out of his skin when Daiki’s hand handed high up on his thigh, the edge of his pinky finger laying across his crotch, a single point of barely-there pressure.
“Ah. What are you doing?” All instinct told him to lash out and, either grab or hit Daiki, carefully concealed lust pulsing hot through his veins sudden and overwhelming, held barely in check by a full-iron denial. (He has been through it mentally a million times already, he already has enough reasons for his father to hate him, and he really doesn’t need to add Daiki to that list.)
“I thought to myself, ’Why does Ryosuke look at me funny some times?’ It was really strange.” Daiki wiggled over as far as he could before the seatbelt locked, pressing his forehead to Ryosuke’s shoulder, his hand way too hot where it rested so remarkably still; more still than he’s ever seen the other man.
“I didn’t…” The protest was weak even to him, drying up suddenly in his throat with the rest of the saliva in his mouth. Daiki has that face on, too innocently curious out of context, right up in his own until he was a blur of huge eyes and the pale bridge of his nose. Close enough that Ryosuke could taste the minty flavour of his breath with each shaky inhale. “Daiki.” His name like a stronger protest, or at least a dissuasion, but really managed neither.
“Then, I realized it!” Too loud in the confines of the car and if Ryosuke could see past his huge head he would check to see if anyone was watching them. Instead he made a distressed noise and held shock still. “You look at me like you look at her.”
“I do not!”
There was about as much difference between Daiki and Reiko as there was the difference between a Smart car and a Ferrari. Reiko was, well she was a lot, a real woman for one, she would know what to do pressing him against the bed, and he would kiss the softness of her breasts, silky hair ticking his face and shoulders when she rode him. It was one of his more favored fantasies, every one of his naught student-teacher clichés lived out in the darkness of his room. Daiki was, in the times Ryosuke secretly thought about him that way, seemed totally asexual. Just the way he interacted with girls, and the few guys Ryosuke had noticed drawn to his eccentric personality and doe eyes, made him seem completely alien to sex matters. Ryosuke wondered how hard it would be to be the one to teach him.
“Ryosuke.” The hand lifted from his thigh and he missed the warmth at the same time he was relieved that it was gone.
“Just shut up for a minute.” He snapped, turning towards the car in front of him in an attempt to stop those eyes from boring into his brain.
“Ryosuke.” This time Daiki’s pinched him, his face pulled into an annoyed scowl, and it was too funny that he couldn’t help but laugh at the pinched look around his lips. It made him look more like a monkey then usual. “Why are you laughing?”
“Sorry.” He pulled the car into drive and slipped a full car-length ahead. “It’s just, your face.”
Daiki pinched him again.
“Ow you fucker that hurt.”
“You didn’t answer my question again.”
“Which one? You ask so many.” It was pitiful attempt at a subject change. Daiki glared again raising his hand threateningly, and Ryosuke flinched away. “Hey.”
“You want me to do that sort of thing with you.” Not a question; a statement. The look on his face was priceless and not something Ryosuke would soon forget, if Daiki could feel shame he would probably be blushing, instead he had that look of intense focus on his face. It felt sort of like being pinned down when Daiki looked at him like that, even if there wasn’t any physical contact between them. Now he knew what the bodies felt like on the table.
“I told you I don’t.”
“Liar.”
Ryosuke tried to glare at his friend, opening his mouth to deny it again, when Daiki’s hand covered his mouth effectively muting him. “Quiet.” He settled for glaring harder. He didn’t jump nearly as badly when Daiki’s hand landed on his knee this time, he would have flinched away if there had been anywhere to go. Instead he held perfectly still as the tips of Daiki’s fingers press gently at the hollow under his knee barely moving himself.
So many things rushed through his head as finally it seemed that the other man gathered his courage, letting the too-hot presence of his hand slide up so that only his fingers were trailing along the topmost curve of his knee. Heart thumping too loud in his head, and he was spinning so fast his own thoughts were fading to white noise.
Daiki’s hand smelled like clean sweat and the latex from their examination gloves where it’s pressed against his mouth.
Daiki’s eyes were too wide under the fan of his black lashes staring somewhere around Ryosuke’s elbow.
Daiki’s lips trembled a bit with each breath, skin fluorescing in the sickly light of the dash.
The car in front of them could be either blue or black it’s hard to tell with the hydrogen lamps.
Ryosuke made a startled noise muffled by Daiki’s hand, hips twitching as the edge of his hand pressed firm against the line of his half-erect cock, fingers curled along the inside of his thigh again. He was hard and only getting harder, Daiki’s palm, which almost burned his knee cupping him through his pants made his blood surge all that much faster. The stiff line of his dick making a liar out of him, and worse Daiki knew it. Adrenaline, epinephrine, and testosterone playing catch-21 in his veins re-wiring his whole nervous system to Daiki’s hesitant touch.
The horn from the car behind them cut into the moment and if Daiki’s hand hadn’t been over his mouth he might have shrieked. With hands that just barely didn’t shake he shoved Daiki out of the way too relieved to sever the contact; Daiki had migrated so that he was half on top of the gearshift; and put the car back in dive moving it up with the rest of traffic.
“Are you trying to get us in -oh!” The car barely managed to stop when Daiki’s hand was back, cupping and rubbing, just a gentle pressure still, teasing really. He quickly shifted them into neutral, not wanting to rear-end the car in front of them and feeling too stunned to really concentrate on the space between. “Daiki.” Before he was entirely sure what he was doing he grabbed the other man’s hand, fingers curled tight around the gangly wrist, feeling the bones shift faintly under the pressure he put on it.
Ryosuke used the grip to pull Daiki towards him, hovering for a moment with Daiki right in his face. The other man didn’t resist or initiate, simply waiting, barely breathing. When they finally kissed it wasn’t as life-shattering as Ryosuke imagined it, and wasn’t like the second coming or damnation or anything, it was just like he was kissing Daiki, thin lips pliant under his, the faintest smile curving them. “I hate you.” Whispered right up against the taller man’s lips, eliciting a wider grin.
Fingers wiggled and his groan was muffled against Daiki’s mouth. In retaliation Ryosuke bit down on Daiki’s bottom lip reveling in the small gasp. It was like one of Ryosuke’s other shower fantasies, Daiki tugging at his belt, tilting his head so that he could press his tongue against Ryosuke’s lips. His kiss was kittenish, flicking tongue slowly mapping out the inside of Ryosuke’s mouth. The hand worming into his pants was much the same way, curious finger tips tracing faint shapes low on his abdomen flirting with the open V of his jeans now that he’d gotten them undone.
There were four windows, people all around them, and Daiki’s lips were soft against his, yet, Daiki’s fingers were gentle, methodical, pushing the foreskin back to rub at the head of his cock, the whole thing jumped in his hand, hardening in pulses that echoed in Ryosuke’s brain. The car ahead of them pulled up and Ryosuke managed to pull Daiki off him with a hand in his mess of hair and Daiki flopped right back, forehead leaning against his shoulder as he moved the car into drive. Their elbows bumped, crossing as Ryosuke cupped the stick-shift to move them and Daiki rubbed his index finger through the bead of liquid that had welled already, fully hard faster then he could ever remember.
“Daiki.” It was meant to be a warning but came out as more of a plea.
“Hm?”
Ryosuke was just glad that he wasn’t really driving or they’d have gone off the road already, or at least pulled over so he could pin Daiki’s fluttery hands down and kiss him properly. Head resting on Ryosuke’s shoulder, watching his own hand pump Ryosuke’s cock oh so slowly.
“Harder.”
“Okay.”
His fingers tightened and Ryosuke jolted into the touch, feet digging into the carpeting to thrust his hips into that sweet friction. He could feel Daiki’s arm flexing against his elbow, the other man draped across the consol separating them.
“Yeah, like that.” Moaning faintly he struggled to watch the car ahead of them and at the same time focus on the way Daiki’s hands moved over him, fingers skimming down to massage his balls. Daiki made a pleased humming sound, his hand working a bit faster, sliding slick and smooth over the silky heat of Ryosuke’s cock and he groaned tipping his head back until it rested against the headrest, knuckles gone white on the steering wheel.
“Slower?” Daiki’s fingertips toyed with the head, the edge of his nail catching on the slit and making Ryosuke whine high in his throat, his hips lifting into the sensation without any input from his brain.
“Faster.” He tipped his head down this time so his chin rested against his chest, chewing on his full bottom, breathing fast and shallow. He couldn’t help it, peeking down, wanting to see for himself Daiki touching his cock, so he could touch himself the same way later after he told the other man that this whole mess was a huge misunderstanding. What he saw made him gasp and laugh at the same time, choking on the effort, eyes watering up and he could feel Daiki smiling where his face was buried in Ryosuke’s arm.
He was still wearing that damn hand puppet.
“You.” He was barely breathing, and there it was staring at him, the shiny head of his cock playing peek-a-boo with Daiki’s long elegant fingers. It was a visual he wouldn’t soon forget, the curve of his wrist, his slightly knobby knuckles, and those damn green google-eyes.
“He likes you.” Was Daiki’s slightly muffled response.
“I can tell.”
And the situation was so ridiculous that he had to be dreaming, but the pressure along his cock was real and the leather under his fingers felt real enough. Heart pounding too loud against his temples and he was barely watching the car in front of them, hoping he would catch any movement in his peripheral vision, because it was just too much to lift his head.
Daiki’s pace was a shade too fast, the pressure just the side of just right, and at the same time exactly what he needed, pressing his cheek to the mound of soft hair and breathing his herbal shampoo. If the traffic moved now there wasn’t a thing he could do about it because pleasure was surging through his system, a sultry slow boil, starting in his toes and curling heavy in his gut like a heavy stone.
“Mmm Ryosuke.” Voice a purr against his shoulder, muffled by his sweater, but still loud in the heated space of the car. “If you don’t hurry up we’ll get in trouble.”
“Shut up.” He snapped, inadvertently tasting the ends of the other’s wild hair style, it was faintly chemical. “You’re totally unsexy.” The way he gasped on the words told a different story, voice stretching thin, Daiki chuckled faintly.
“We’re moving.”
“Fuck.” Gritting his teeth against the whine that wanted to burst free when Daiki stopped moving, his grip snug around his cock warm and squeezing with a gentle rhythm. He tried the gas before he remembered he was in neutral and quickly shifted up to drive to crawl the car forwards. Daiki wasted no time in tracing the ridges with the flat of his nail the moment the car stopped and Ryosuke couldn’t stop the whine in time.
Digging the heels of his boots into the carpet he thrust up helplessly into the pressure of Daiki’s fist. He could feel orgasm hovering just on the edge of his consciousness, tighter and tighter. The other man’s breath on his neck, hair tickling his jaw, and he was murmuring something that didn’t filter past the rush of blood in Ryosuke’s ears. Then he was being washed away, pulled up so high and so tight that he finally just snapped, spine curving as he arched off the seat, held in place by the seat belt. He was coming and coming, pulses through his balls that only pushed him higher moaning and shivering his way through each wave. Pleasured ebbed and flowed, gently pulling him back to full alertness, if not feeling pleasantly buzzed on endorphins.
“Ew.” Daiki’s hand was covered in his come, warmth sliding thickly between the webbing of his fingers and splattering his google-eyed ring like some bizarre bukkake. His pulse thrummed gently in his penis in time with the pulse in the back of his head and Ryosuke’s snorted, that was Teppei’s ring actually. He unceremoniously shoved Daiki back to his half of the car and pulled from the middle consol some napkins from the last drive through out for him.
Content his point had been made Daiki didn’t bother to say anything. Helpful, since if he had Ryosuke might have just had to kill him. He spent the rest of the drive trying to ignore Daiki’s quiet smugness in the passenger seat, and erasing the whole encounter from his own memory, his own lack of resistance disgusted him. They didn’t make it in time, the store closed by the time Ryosuke pulled up in front of it, and Daiki cupped his hands to the glass peering into the darkened storefront.
All Ryosuke could think was that Daiki’s hands probably still smelled like him, musky and gross (and maybe really hot if he licked those long fingers).
Shoving his hands as deep as they could go into his pockets he rocked back on his heels and for the millionth time in the last half-hour cursed Daiki’s very existence.
“Looks like we missed them.” He said at last, if anything wanting to burst Daiki’s stupid smug bubble.
“Must have been the traffic.” With a meaningful look over his shoulder that made the bottom of Ryosuke’s stomach drop out. Fuck. Was all his mind could supply, ever so helpfully.
“Dai…” Not sure how he was going to finish that sentence now that he’d opened his mouth, he leaned forward, ready to close the distance between them to either kiss or hit him. Then the bell above the door jingled as it opened and the tiniest old lady Ryosuke had ever seen puttered out, giving them a strange look before pulling out some keys to lock the door behind her.
“Ah, hello. You work here? My name is Kaji Daiki and I’m from the forensic pathology department at Tourin University, you worked with Mrs. Ayasegawa?”
Just like that he’d lost Daiki’s focus and he wasn’t sure if he should be upset or really really grateful. Talking over tea with the tiny old lady, who turned out is the owner of the business and a very nice widow, took the rest of the time they had. Like a dog with a bone, Daiki with a new lead wanted to take off the moment they were on the street again, bouncing on the balls of his feet and practically vibrating with energy.
Ryosuke was pissed. He couldn’t explain it, well he could but he doesn’t want to.
As soon as they were reasonably alone, the street void of pedestrian and traffic, he grabbed the taller man with both hands wrapped in his bright green coat and shoved him up against his car. Daiki gasped, hands reaching out to steady himself, one on the rear-view mirror and the other on Ryosuke’s elbow, a single point of scorching contact. Not sure what to do now that he had him, Daiki watched his face intently, pink tongue flicking out to wet his lips and going with his gut Ryosuke pressed Daiki harder against the car with his own body forcing him to spread his legs to accommodate him and bringing them to the same height. This time it was him who tipped forwards, pressing his lips tightly against Daiki’s and thinking of all the reasons this was a horrible idea. Daiki’s tongue flicking against his lips went a long way to help placate those thoughts. His body was lean and strong under Ryosuke’s and he suckled on that agile tongue, the taste and sensation making even his scalp tingle.
When they finally parted for breath, he found that his hands had somehow made it to Daiki’s head and tangled in the mess of coarse hair and gel. He bit down on Daiki’s bottom lip, tugging it into his mouth with a thoughtful hum. This was so wrong on so many levels but he was beginning to think that it could be completely worth it.
“Want a ride?” Reluctantly peeling himself off of the other man, and straightening out his jacket as he did so.
“Huh?” Daiki blinked owlishly.
“To the hospital she was treated at.”
“Oh. …Yeah.” His cheeks flushed faintly and Ryosuke paused drinking in the rare sight before moving around to the driver’s side. Recovering quickly Daiki propped his arms on the top of the car, looking sideways before letting a silly smile melt across his face. “Maybe we’ll get caught in traffic again.”
Pairing: Ryosuke/Daiki
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Daiki pushes and pushes until Ryosuke snaps.
--'Would it be wrong after so long if I kissed you?'
“Let’s go.” Daiki’s voice lifted and fell with melody, singing the words as his hand puppet acted them in time, the googgle-eyes bouncing faintly with each exaggerated syllable. The tips of his fingers almost brushed Ryosuke’s nose and he bit back on the urge to yelp in surprise, he had actually managed to finish half the cross-word this time before the other man came to investigate.
“Can I finish first?” He tapped his pencil against ‘Across 14’ (A quick bath in six letters?)
“…” He didn’t say anything, and if anything he managed to make his hand-puppet frown which was ridiculous given its mouth was his fingers. Daiki’s restless energy washed over him, the corners of his lips turning down slightly in a look that was half annoyed and half a childish pout. How many times would it take before he was able to hold up under that look?
“Where are you going?” Teppei looked up from where he was checking protein concentration values against reference values from the heart blood samples. Aki, working across from him on bacteria culture data rolled her eyes, as if he didn’t know, ‘there is a case afoot Dr. Watson’ she thought with a wry mental smile, but wasn’t quite bold enough to say it out loud.
“To Mrs. Ayasegawa’s work of course. ” Also said in a shrill tone that Daiki had attributed to his puppet. “I have a few questions.” Ryosuke snorted indelicately at that; understatement of the century.
“Of course.” Aki’s dismissive tone of voice was almost cold but threaded through with warmth like a red string; because there wasn’t a person who could really dislike Daiki. He just grinned absently, leaned sideways to bump his hip against Ryosuke’s shoulder, completely oblivious.
“Let’s go, they’ll close by five.” He rocked back on his feet, impatient to just rush on with it, curiosity like a runaway train. Making Ryosuke the grudging caboose?
With a long-suffering sigh Ryosuke pushed himself to his feet, darkly amused that Daiki despite being taller had to take a step back when he did, giving him a little breathing space. His friend was like a little monkey like that, insatiably curious, jokingly playful, prone to clinging, and his ears stuck out too, overall the effect was very simian.
“I have to be at the hospital later, we’ll take my car.”
“Ehhhh, you have a car?” Teppei’s book snapped close with a loud slap when his fingers slipped from it and managed to scare himself with the sound. “Then why do we always take the train to all those weird places?”
“Hm? It only fits two.” Ryosuke shrugged thinking absently that his own little car couldn’t hold a flame to Dr. Natsuikawa’s own hot red car. He got shivers thinking about the way it had torn up the road all but purring with its fuel injection engine even at the speed limit. He would have dreams for years to come about riding in that car.
“A sports car?” Teppei ticked his head to the side a little, and if Daiki was a monkey then Teppei was a damn huge puppy.
“Must be nice with your father being the head of a hospital and all.” Hanei sighed dramatically and anger flared briefly before fading to a mellow glow of irritation. He was used to it by now. Sort of.
“Dr. Natsuikawa’s car is still nicer.”
“Let’s go.” Daiki was tugging him towards the door with one first wrapped in his lab coat. Given the choice to either dig in his heels and force the other man to give him the time to complete his crossword (and dammit the answer was ‘karasu’), or simply given into hurricane Daiki and be swept away. Ryosuke was out in the hallway, their shoes clattering loudly on the polished floors before he could really decide.
-
Even Daiki with all his incredible cognitive ability stared dumbfounded absently at the faintly glowing taillights of the car in front of them. “Seems like traffic.” He offered helpfully, Ryosuke had to take a deep calming breath to stop from snapping at the other student.
The store where the victim had worked and died was all the way across the city and the fastest way was the tunnels, not accounting for evening traffic. Ryosuke sighed, shifting the car into neutral, the traffic was full-on gridlocked, and they were going to be there for awhile.
“I don’t think we’re going to make it there by five.” He growled, annoyed because that implied that Daiki’s reckless method of taking off with only a few thousand yen on him and dragging the four of them along with him was superior. When it clearly wasn’t.
They sat there in silence, the darkness pooling in through the windows painting everything an almost orange colour. The radio was playing something catchy and only slightly annoying; it worked wonders on his mood, loosening slowly.
“Why?”
“What now?” He couldn’t entirely keep the snap from his voice but if Daiki even noticed he didn’t say anything about it. He was alternately the most empathic person on the planet and the least able to read a situation.
“Why did you pick such a small car?” He ran the pads of his long fingers across the spotless dashboard, tapping out a quick rhythm.
“It was a gift.”
“Really?” The shrill tone made Ryosuke jump and turn and stare, hadn’t even occurred to him that Daiki hadn’t removed his ridiculous ring before they left. “But why did they give you such a small car? It’s not practical.”
“Because it looks cool.” That seemed to throw Daiki for a moment as he contemplated the reasoning, turning it over in his head like a puzzle, fitting in pieces to the best of his ability.
“Like Ryosuke then.”
“What do you mean by that?” He turned to look at Daiki for a moment, they weren’t in danger of moving, and he really couldn’t see too much past the shadows of the tunnel and the license plate of the car directly in front of them illuminated by his headlights. The only other thing to look at was Daiki’s face lit by the glow of the dash.
“Cool looking but not very useful.”
“Hey.” He punched the other man lightly, getting a none-too-gentle smack to the bicep in return. “You really are a terrible person.”
“Why do you like me then?”
“Ah, I wonder.” He lapsed once again into silence letting the radio fill the void, not taking much notice of the thoughtful expression on his friend’s face.
“Why?” Daiki’s hand right in his face, the slightly rough edges of bitten nails brushing his cheek and he swatted the annoying hand away.
“Hm?”
“You like Dr. Natsuikawa, why?”
“Why do you ask?” The line of questioning seemed even more left-field then usual.
“Because it seems like we are going to be here for awhile.” As if on cue the cars ahead of them shifted up about one car’s length and stopped again, shifting into drive Ryosuke inched forward to match.
“We could play Shiratori?” Somehow that seemed more appropriate then talking about his little crush on the assistant professor, Daiki just shook his head.
“Why?” Again with the hand puppet and Ryosuke sighed, realizing belatedly that he was really spineless when presented with that almost pouting expression.
“Well you know, she’s smart, she’s got good taste.”
“That’s all?” As usual Daiki seemed highly dissatisfied with his response. Making a face like it affronted him personally that his question didn’t have a perfectly clear-cut answer.
“That, and she’s.” Ryosuke made an exaggerated hand gesture, making sort of the hourglass outline with his hands in the air that their assistant professor most definitely didn’t have. “A real woman.”
Daiki’s response was to pull a gagging face that made him laugh.
“You’re telling me you never noticed?”
“Not really.” Shrugging he looked away.
Which made a lot of sense really, him and Hanei had actually a bet running to see if Daiki would ever notice the way Aki was barely holding herself in check when around him. Her affection was horribly obvious to the rest of them, like watching a slow motion train wreck terrible and yet so compelling, but Daiki just grinned and treated her as if she were one of the guys. Frustrating for her, and rather hilariously funny for the rest of them, just how clueless Daiki seemed to really be.
“Then.”
“Then?” Ryosuke shifted the car into drive and let it crawl forward the half a meter the brief conversation had gained them.
“Would you like me more like that if I did this?”
He barely managed to stop himself from jumping out of his skin when Daiki’s hand handed high up on his thigh, the edge of his pinky finger laying across his crotch, a single point of barely-there pressure.
“Ah. What are you doing?” All instinct told him to lash out and, either grab or hit Daiki, carefully concealed lust pulsing hot through his veins sudden and overwhelming, held barely in check by a full-iron denial. (He has been through it mentally a million times already, he already has enough reasons for his father to hate him, and he really doesn’t need to add Daiki to that list.)
“I thought to myself, ’Why does Ryosuke look at me funny some times?’ It was really strange.” Daiki wiggled over as far as he could before the seatbelt locked, pressing his forehead to Ryosuke’s shoulder, his hand way too hot where it rested so remarkably still; more still than he’s ever seen the other man.
“I didn’t…” The protest was weak even to him, drying up suddenly in his throat with the rest of the saliva in his mouth. Daiki has that face on, too innocently curious out of context, right up in his own until he was a blur of huge eyes and the pale bridge of his nose. Close enough that Ryosuke could taste the minty flavour of his breath with each shaky inhale. “Daiki.” His name like a stronger protest, or at least a dissuasion, but really managed neither.
“Then, I realized it!” Too loud in the confines of the car and if Ryosuke could see past his huge head he would check to see if anyone was watching them. Instead he made a distressed noise and held shock still. “You look at me like you look at her.”
“I do not!”
There was about as much difference between Daiki and Reiko as there was the difference between a Smart car and a Ferrari. Reiko was, well she was a lot, a real woman for one, she would know what to do pressing him against the bed, and he would kiss the softness of her breasts, silky hair ticking his face and shoulders when she rode him. It was one of his more favored fantasies, every one of his naught student-teacher clichés lived out in the darkness of his room. Daiki was, in the times Ryosuke secretly thought about him that way, seemed totally asexual. Just the way he interacted with girls, and the few guys Ryosuke had noticed drawn to his eccentric personality and doe eyes, made him seem completely alien to sex matters. Ryosuke wondered how hard it would be to be the one to teach him.
“Ryosuke.” The hand lifted from his thigh and he missed the warmth at the same time he was relieved that it was gone.
“Just shut up for a minute.” He snapped, turning towards the car in front of him in an attempt to stop those eyes from boring into his brain.
“Ryosuke.” This time Daiki’s pinched him, his face pulled into an annoyed scowl, and it was too funny that he couldn’t help but laugh at the pinched look around his lips. It made him look more like a monkey then usual. “Why are you laughing?”
“Sorry.” He pulled the car into drive and slipped a full car-length ahead. “It’s just, your face.”
Daiki pinched him again.
“Ow you fucker that hurt.”
“You didn’t answer my question again.”
“Which one? You ask so many.” It was pitiful attempt at a subject change. Daiki glared again raising his hand threateningly, and Ryosuke flinched away. “Hey.”
“You want me to do that sort of thing with you.” Not a question; a statement. The look on his face was priceless and not something Ryosuke would soon forget, if Daiki could feel shame he would probably be blushing, instead he had that look of intense focus on his face. It felt sort of like being pinned down when Daiki looked at him like that, even if there wasn’t any physical contact between them. Now he knew what the bodies felt like on the table.
“I told you I don’t.”
“Liar.”
Ryosuke tried to glare at his friend, opening his mouth to deny it again, when Daiki’s hand covered his mouth effectively muting him. “Quiet.” He settled for glaring harder. He didn’t jump nearly as badly when Daiki’s hand landed on his knee this time, he would have flinched away if there had been anywhere to go. Instead he held perfectly still as the tips of Daiki’s fingers press gently at the hollow under his knee barely moving himself.
So many things rushed through his head as finally it seemed that the other man gathered his courage, letting the too-hot presence of his hand slide up so that only his fingers were trailing along the topmost curve of his knee. Heart thumping too loud in his head, and he was spinning so fast his own thoughts were fading to white noise.
Daiki’s hand smelled like clean sweat and the latex from their examination gloves where it’s pressed against his mouth.
Daiki’s eyes were too wide under the fan of his black lashes staring somewhere around Ryosuke’s elbow.
Daiki’s lips trembled a bit with each breath, skin fluorescing in the sickly light of the dash.
The car in front of them could be either blue or black it’s hard to tell with the hydrogen lamps.
Ryosuke made a startled noise muffled by Daiki’s hand, hips twitching as the edge of his hand pressed firm against the line of his half-erect cock, fingers curled along the inside of his thigh again. He was hard and only getting harder, Daiki’s palm, which almost burned his knee cupping him through his pants made his blood surge all that much faster. The stiff line of his dick making a liar out of him, and worse Daiki knew it. Adrenaline, epinephrine, and testosterone playing catch-21 in his veins re-wiring his whole nervous system to Daiki’s hesitant touch.
The horn from the car behind them cut into the moment and if Daiki’s hand hadn’t been over his mouth he might have shrieked. With hands that just barely didn’t shake he shoved Daiki out of the way too relieved to sever the contact; Daiki had migrated so that he was half on top of the gearshift; and put the car back in dive moving it up with the rest of traffic.
“Are you trying to get us in -oh!” The car barely managed to stop when Daiki’s hand was back, cupping and rubbing, just a gentle pressure still, teasing really. He quickly shifted them into neutral, not wanting to rear-end the car in front of them and feeling too stunned to really concentrate on the space between. “Daiki.” Before he was entirely sure what he was doing he grabbed the other man’s hand, fingers curled tight around the gangly wrist, feeling the bones shift faintly under the pressure he put on it.
Ryosuke used the grip to pull Daiki towards him, hovering for a moment with Daiki right in his face. The other man didn’t resist or initiate, simply waiting, barely breathing. When they finally kissed it wasn’t as life-shattering as Ryosuke imagined it, and wasn’t like the second coming or damnation or anything, it was just like he was kissing Daiki, thin lips pliant under his, the faintest smile curving them. “I hate you.” Whispered right up against the taller man’s lips, eliciting a wider grin.
Fingers wiggled and his groan was muffled against Daiki’s mouth. In retaliation Ryosuke bit down on Daiki’s bottom lip reveling in the small gasp. It was like one of Ryosuke’s other shower fantasies, Daiki tugging at his belt, tilting his head so that he could press his tongue against Ryosuke’s lips. His kiss was kittenish, flicking tongue slowly mapping out the inside of Ryosuke’s mouth. The hand worming into his pants was much the same way, curious finger tips tracing faint shapes low on his abdomen flirting with the open V of his jeans now that he’d gotten them undone.
There were four windows, people all around them, and Daiki’s lips were soft against his, yet, Daiki’s fingers were gentle, methodical, pushing the foreskin back to rub at the head of his cock, the whole thing jumped in his hand, hardening in pulses that echoed in Ryosuke’s brain. The car ahead of them pulled up and Ryosuke managed to pull Daiki off him with a hand in his mess of hair and Daiki flopped right back, forehead leaning against his shoulder as he moved the car into drive. Their elbows bumped, crossing as Ryosuke cupped the stick-shift to move them and Daiki rubbed his index finger through the bead of liquid that had welled already, fully hard faster then he could ever remember.
“Daiki.” It was meant to be a warning but came out as more of a plea.
“Hm?”
Ryosuke was just glad that he wasn’t really driving or they’d have gone off the road already, or at least pulled over so he could pin Daiki’s fluttery hands down and kiss him properly. Head resting on Ryosuke’s shoulder, watching his own hand pump Ryosuke’s cock oh so slowly.
“Harder.”
“Okay.”
His fingers tightened and Ryosuke jolted into the touch, feet digging into the carpeting to thrust his hips into that sweet friction. He could feel Daiki’s arm flexing against his elbow, the other man draped across the consol separating them.
“Yeah, like that.” Moaning faintly he struggled to watch the car ahead of them and at the same time focus on the way Daiki’s hands moved over him, fingers skimming down to massage his balls. Daiki made a pleased humming sound, his hand working a bit faster, sliding slick and smooth over the silky heat of Ryosuke’s cock and he groaned tipping his head back until it rested against the headrest, knuckles gone white on the steering wheel.
“Slower?” Daiki’s fingertips toyed with the head, the edge of his nail catching on the slit and making Ryosuke whine high in his throat, his hips lifting into the sensation without any input from his brain.
“Faster.” He tipped his head down this time so his chin rested against his chest, chewing on his full bottom, breathing fast and shallow. He couldn’t help it, peeking down, wanting to see for himself Daiki touching his cock, so he could touch himself the same way later after he told the other man that this whole mess was a huge misunderstanding. What he saw made him gasp and laugh at the same time, choking on the effort, eyes watering up and he could feel Daiki smiling where his face was buried in Ryosuke’s arm.
He was still wearing that damn hand puppet.
“You.” He was barely breathing, and there it was staring at him, the shiny head of his cock playing peek-a-boo with Daiki’s long elegant fingers. It was a visual he wouldn’t soon forget, the curve of his wrist, his slightly knobby knuckles, and those damn green google-eyes.
“He likes you.” Was Daiki’s slightly muffled response.
“I can tell.”
And the situation was so ridiculous that he had to be dreaming, but the pressure along his cock was real and the leather under his fingers felt real enough. Heart pounding too loud against his temples and he was barely watching the car in front of them, hoping he would catch any movement in his peripheral vision, because it was just too much to lift his head.
Daiki’s pace was a shade too fast, the pressure just the side of just right, and at the same time exactly what he needed, pressing his cheek to the mound of soft hair and breathing his herbal shampoo. If the traffic moved now there wasn’t a thing he could do about it because pleasure was surging through his system, a sultry slow boil, starting in his toes and curling heavy in his gut like a heavy stone.
“Mmm Ryosuke.” Voice a purr against his shoulder, muffled by his sweater, but still loud in the heated space of the car. “If you don’t hurry up we’ll get in trouble.”
“Shut up.” He snapped, inadvertently tasting the ends of the other’s wild hair style, it was faintly chemical. “You’re totally unsexy.” The way he gasped on the words told a different story, voice stretching thin, Daiki chuckled faintly.
“We’re moving.”
“Fuck.” Gritting his teeth against the whine that wanted to burst free when Daiki stopped moving, his grip snug around his cock warm and squeezing with a gentle rhythm. He tried the gas before he remembered he was in neutral and quickly shifted up to drive to crawl the car forwards. Daiki wasted no time in tracing the ridges with the flat of his nail the moment the car stopped and Ryosuke couldn’t stop the whine in time.
Digging the heels of his boots into the carpet he thrust up helplessly into the pressure of Daiki’s fist. He could feel orgasm hovering just on the edge of his consciousness, tighter and tighter. The other man’s breath on his neck, hair tickling his jaw, and he was murmuring something that didn’t filter past the rush of blood in Ryosuke’s ears. Then he was being washed away, pulled up so high and so tight that he finally just snapped, spine curving as he arched off the seat, held in place by the seat belt. He was coming and coming, pulses through his balls that only pushed him higher moaning and shivering his way through each wave. Pleasured ebbed and flowed, gently pulling him back to full alertness, if not feeling pleasantly buzzed on endorphins.
“Ew.” Daiki’s hand was covered in his come, warmth sliding thickly between the webbing of his fingers and splattering his google-eyed ring like some bizarre bukkake. His pulse thrummed gently in his penis in time with the pulse in the back of his head and Ryosuke’s snorted, that was Teppei’s ring actually. He unceremoniously shoved Daiki back to his half of the car and pulled from the middle consol some napkins from the last drive through out for him.
Content his point had been made Daiki didn’t bother to say anything. Helpful, since if he had Ryosuke might have just had to kill him. He spent the rest of the drive trying to ignore Daiki’s quiet smugness in the passenger seat, and erasing the whole encounter from his own memory, his own lack of resistance disgusted him. They didn’t make it in time, the store closed by the time Ryosuke pulled up in front of it, and Daiki cupped his hands to the glass peering into the darkened storefront.
All Ryosuke could think was that Daiki’s hands probably still smelled like him, musky and gross (and maybe really hot if he licked those long fingers).
Shoving his hands as deep as they could go into his pockets he rocked back on his heels and for the millionth time in the last half-hour cursed Daiki’s very existence.
“Looks like we missed them.” He said at last, if anything wanting to burst Daiki’s stupid smug bubble.
“Must have been the traffic.” With a meaningful look over his shoulder that made the bottom of Ryosuke’s stomach drop out. Fuck. Was all his mind could supply, ever so helpfully.
“Dai…” Not sure how he was going to finish that sentence now that he’d opened his mouth, he leaned forward, ready to close the distance between them to either kiss or hit him. Then the bell above the door jingled as it opened and the tiniest old lady Ryosuke had ever seen puttered out, giving them a strange look before pulling out some keys to lock the door behind her.
“Ah, hello. You work here? My name is Kaji Daiki and I’m from the forensic pathology department at Tourin University, you worked with Mrs. Ayasegawa?”
Just like that he’d lost Daiki’s focus and he wasn’t sure if he should be upset or really really grateful. Talking over tea with the tiny old lady, who turned out is the owner of the business and a very nice widow, took the rest of the time they had. Like a dog with a bone, Daiki with a new lead wanted to take off the moment they were on the street again, bouncing on the balls of his feet and practically vibrating with energy.
Ryosuke was pissed. He couldn’t explain it, well he could but he doesn’t want to.
As soon as they were reasonably alone, the street void of pedestrian and traffic, he grabbed the taller man with both hands wrapped in his bright green coat and shoved him up against his car. Daiki gasped, hands reaching out to steady himself, one on the rear-view mirror and the other on Ryosuke’s elbow, a single point of scorching contact. Not sure what to do now that he had him, Daiki watched his face intently, pink tongue flicking out to wet his lips and going with his gut Ryosuke pressed Daiki harder against the car with his own body forcing him to spread his legs to accommodate him and bringing them to the same height. This time it was him who tipped forwards, pressing his lips tightly against Daiki’s and thinking of all the reasons this was a horrible idea. Daiki’s tongue flicking against his lips went a long way to help placate those thoughts. His body was lean and strong under Ryosuke’s and he suckled on that agile tongue, the taste and sensation making even his scalp tingle.
When they finally parted for breath, he found that his hands had somehow made it to Daiki’s head and tangled in the mess of coarse hair and gel. He bit down on Daiki’s bottom lip, tugging it into his mouth with a thoughtful hum. This was so wrong on so many levels but he was beginning to think that it could be completely worth it.
“Want a ride?” Reluctantly peeling himself off of the other man, and straightening out his jacket as he did so.
“Huh?” Daiki blinked owlishly.
“To the hospital she was treated at.”
“Oh. …Yeah.” His cheeks flushed faintly and Ryosuke paused drinking in the rare sight before moving around to the driver’s side. Recovering quickly Daiki propped his arms on the top of the car, looking sideways before letting a silly smile melt across his face. “Maybe we’ll get caught in traffic again.”
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Date: 2009-04-12 04:51 pm (UTC)Thank you for commenting~~!
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Date: 2009-04-11 02:22 pm (UTC)THANK YOU!
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Date: 2009-04-11 09:19 pm (UTC):D I LOVE the Ryosuke/Daiki banter - you've captured their dynamic really well!!
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Date: 2009-04-12 04:54 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2009-04-14 12:49 am (UTC)This is nice. When Ryosuke looks down to see the hand puppet, hahaha that just seems so Daiki.
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Date: 2009-04-17 08:48 pm (UTC)Thank you!!
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Date: 2009-04-17 06:10 am (UTC)That was more romantic in my head.no subject
Date: 2009-04-17 08:49 pm (UTC).. broken bits and all. LOL.
I'm glad you liked it :DDD
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Date: 2009-09-04 04:30 am (UTC)I'm so glad I got pointed to this ♥
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Date: 2009-09-04 06:26 pm (UTC)Daiki is his own force of nature, and a very cute one at that.
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