Growing Pains 2/3
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snoozing_kittenTitle: Growing Pains
Pairing: Ryo/Koyama
Chapter: 2/3
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Boy!secks, filthy language, little bits of sexy fun
Summary: Koyama gets himself into a spot of trouble and end up with probably the worst person to deal with the fall-out. Follow Ryo's progress as he makes his way into something sort-of-not-really like emotional maturity.
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The make-up bitch just about tore Koyama a new one for the bruise that covered his face, hissing angry things at him. Even the photographer seemed less than pleased about the additional airbrushing that would be needed to even out his complexion. Through it all, Koyama just kind of smiled and apologized; like it was his fucking fault in the first place- Ryo kind of wanted to hit him for that. Shige took it worse than everyone else and Koyama would have floundered, stuck between the truth that would set the other on the warpath, and the sin of lying to his precious little friend.
So Ryo did it for him, snapping off something about how Koyama came to collect him from the bar and they crashed face-first into Ryo’s doorframe. The kid bought it too, and when Shige glared at Ryo (for what?) and turned around, Koyama shot him a grateful smile. Ryo returned it with a rather playful wink.
That was weeks ago, now. In time, the bruises faded, turning a sickly yellow then vanishing once again into flawlessly tanned skin. Memories took a little longer to leave; like the one that tickled his mind of a broken mask for a face and the steady beat of Koyama’s heart under his fingertips or that feeling that flooded his body; even now, when he caught Koyama changing or glimpsed endless legs leading seamlessly into the curve of his ass.
“What are you doing later?” YamaPi sat down heavily in front of him, and Ryo looked up the length of their leader to meet his black eyes framed by girly lashes. Ignoring the blatant invite in the calculated spread of the other’s legs, he grinned.
“Going to the movies with Tesshi and some of the other munchkins.” There wass a moment of almost stunned silence from the other and Ryo quelled his smirk.
YamaPi licked his lips; probably wondering if there was a way he can ask Ryo to ditch the kids and not sound like an ass doing so. It seemed that YamaPi failed to find it because his face fell and his posture went from seductive to annoyed faster than Ryo can blink. He must have been on his whole man-period kick again. What a drama queen.
“Oh, okay, maybe another time then.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he lied through his teeth with a cocksure grin.
Minutes after YamaPi is gone, someone draped a friendly arm over his shoulder and leaned an almost painfully sharp chin on his shoulder.
“You lied to YamaPi,” Koyama’s words reflected his smile and Ryo tilted his head back to look at the other man but got a face full of sandy orange hair instead. “Tesshi’s movie night isn’t until next Friday.”
“Oops,” Ryo’s voice almost driped with sarcasm and he blew a piece of Koyama’s hair out of his mouth, the other pulling away. Koyama sat in the place where YamaPi was sitting moments earlier. Completely relaxed after his shower and ready to head home, unlike YamaPi’s pose, Koyama was artlessly sprawled, his boots still undone. It did more for Ryo than a fucking naked YamaPi ever would. “Must have slipped my mind.”
Koyama giggled. Ryo wet his lips; how he loves that sound. It’s grown on him, like weeds sprouting from nothing and latching deep in his mind. If he didn’t know better, he’d think Koyama was flirting with him; the drape of his body inviting and his voice crawling over Ryo’s skin. That or Ryo could be going crazy, because given his choice of profession it’s always a reasonable excuse.
“What are you doing tonight that you wouldn’t tell YamaPi?”
“Nothing, I plan on sleeping tonight,” Ryo paused for dramatic effect, “so if you’re going to come over, come before I’m asleep.” Koyama laughed again and there was that warm feeling seeping from the ends of his fingers through his entire body. “Besides, YamaPi would drag me to some bar with Jin, and where Jin goes, there would be Ueda. Today is too good a day to be ruined by donkey face.” He was so whipped by that lazy smile.
“I see,” he smiled a little, “Want to do something with me, then?”
They ended up in a little bar, tucked away in a quiet corner booth where Ryo could sip his beer in peace; Koyama was drinking a diet sprite. Ryo was prattling, and he knew it, hated his own mouth for it, but it still won’t stop. If Ryo could just stand outside himself, he’d bitch slap his own pretty face for turning into a total girl in this very moment. He was going on and on about Osaka and his family’s house like Koyama’s never been to Osaka. So every time they are in Osaka, there is only concertsleepbusconcert, and Koyama really hasn’t seen Ryo’s family home, but it’s still no excuse to run his mouth like some chick.
“We have this pond, with this huge orange and white speckled Koi. When I was a kid, I named him,” Ryo took a long sip and Koyama giggled. “The neighbor’s kid was a total prick, so I threw him in the pond once because he insulted my clothes or something. Surprised the little witch didn’t melt.”
“You’ve always been so forward.”
Ryo decided to interpret the inflection in the other’s voice as admiration –as it should be.
“I have,” Ryo’s grin was a dirty promise that seemed to go straight over Koyama’s pretty yet startlingly unobservant self. “There is no point in dicking around.”
Koyama nodded, even if the advice meant nothing to him; Koyama was nothing if not subtle. It was the subtleties that Ryo liked, like a well-cooked dish with all the right amounts of spice and sweetness.
“Why don’t you have a drink?”
“I don’t think that’s a great idea. I’m not a great drunk.”
Ryo leveled him with a stern look. “I know all about you drunk.”
The other licked his lips and looked uncertain; Ryo saw it as the victory it was. “Hey, my apartment is not even five minutes away, you can crash there.” He could almost see Koyama crumbling under his words. “I’ll take care of it.”
“… Alright.”
Ryo wanted to think there was something deep and symbolic about this; Koyama putting himself in this position for him. Only for him; because he’s seen the others beg, wafting it under his nose and Koyama had only laughed then. Or of course, they could just be two coworkers getting drunk together after a long day at work. Except that Ryo wants to fuck Koyama, and that’s decidedly not on his normal coworker list.
So he won’t. Because he is Ryo, and he just can’t do something so… suicidal.
The same was true an hour later. Still, there was one very important difference. Koyama tasted like breath mints and the rum coke mixture he was drinking. He was just heavy enough to pin Ryo to the wall without making him feel like he was being smothered alive. And then there was the way Ryo’s hand splayed so perfectly in the small of his back, worming up and under his shirt to feel smooth skin. Ryo knew he was making embarrassingly needy noises as he rolled his hip against the thigh shoved up against his groin, but Koyama’s mouth swallowed most of those before he could be mortified.
This had to be the stupidest thing he’s ever done, but Koyama’s expression was so open, lips parted in question. He needed just a quick taste, which wasn’t so quick; and he wasn’t going to back down. Koyama tasted so damn good.
There was a flurry of movement; shoving and pushing. Koyama’s eyes widened in surprise as his feet tangled with the front hall carpet and he went crashing back against the opposite wall. Lips were quick to follow crashing together with the intent to harm, Ryo tangling their limbs again as he pressed a hard openmouthed kiss to Koyama’s jaw. Fingers were in his hair; pushing, pulling and tugging like Koyama didn’t know what to do with them, or if he wanted Ryo to come closer or to stop.
“I hate you for making me feel like this,” he whispered, tugging on Koyama’s shirt and kissing up under his ear. He hated that he didn’t have half a clue about what he should do as opposed to what he wanted to do.
“What?” Koyama wiggled, trying to get his footing again; Ryo pressed him harder to the wall, giving him a shark-like grin.
“Nothing, never mind.” Licking at his lips, Koyama’s tongue slipped out to brush his and they slipped into another messy kiss. Fingers were prodding; pulling at any bit of clothing or hair that will give. It was almost painful how much he wanted this anyways. He felt giddy and excited, and promptly blamed it all on the booze. Why else would he feel like a teenage girl making out with her crush?
When his fingers brushedKoyama’s neck, he pulled away; a small whimper falling from his swollen lips, pressing another chaste kiss to Koyama’s lips because he likes the taste. A word echoed in his head the moment that their lips touched and his tongue slipped into the other’s mouth -addiction. It made the rational part of his mind warn him- this is dangerous, stop right the fuck now. The greater part of him wanted nothing more than to let the taste of Koyama wash over his tongue and to take as much of the other man as he can get away with.
Ryo pulled away, helping Koyama up from the wall and all but shoving him down the short hall to his bedroom. Legs tangled again, and this time Koyama went down, grasping at Ryo’s clothing as he toppled onto the bed, sliding off the end and landing on his ass on the floor.
Ryo landed on the bed and a chuckle slipped past. “You’re fucking hammered aren’t you?”
Koyama peered up at him and grinned, all teeth flashing in the dim lighting.
“Maybe,” Koyama throwed his head back, letting it rest on the bed sheets, moving his long limbs until he was sprawled against the bed with a silly smile on his face. Ryo quickly slid to the floor so he was kneeling next to the tall man then he pressed another kiss to the other’s neck. It was like he has only recently discovered he has a fetish for boys with a graceful neckline and now he was a glutton for the faintly salty taste; all ten billion acres of it- goddamn Koyama for being freakishly tall.
“All the better,” Ryo whispered against the slightly sweaty skin there, flicking the tip of his tongue against where the bruises have faded and gone.
“Y-you,” Koyama’s breath hitched, voice catching on the first sound, “know if you leave a bruise, I’ll get in trouble again.”
“Deal with it later,” Ryo hissed, moving so he was sitting more in Koyama’s lap than kneeling beside him, giving him a better angle to worry the skin with. Ryo wanted to leave his own mark there, hopefully better earned than the last. He straddled the other man’s thighs, fingers sliding under his shirt and tugging it off- too much clothing in the way. Koyama looked dazed, his hands resting lightly on Ryo’s hips, chest bared to Ryo’s intense gaze. He looked fucking edible. “Later,” he echoed, latching onto the skin with teeth and lips, he rode the wave as Koyama bucked up against him.
“Ryo,” Koyama’s voice was a high-pitched whine as his fingers clutched at Ryo’s hips, trying to pull him down and push him off at the same time, eyes open and staring at Ryo like he had two heads, “Is it going the leave a bruise?”
“Probably.” He couldn’t have not smirked if he tried. He kissed the slightly swollen skin, a long past due tender movement, after which he leaned in for another slick mouth meld. When fingers came up to tug at his hair, petting through it, Ryo started to work on the belt buckle.
“Ngg,” Koyama’s cry was muffled against Ryo’s lips. Clever fingers pulled and tugged at the buttons that held Koyama’s jeans on.
“Move your ass, dammit.” The smooth roll of hips was unexpected and almost threw Ryo off. Using the given space, he got the tight denim down as far as he could down toned thighs. The other whimpered, and this sent a fresh rush of want through him, white hot and burning in his veins. “So how do you like it? Hard or soft?” It was with a wicked smile that Ryo gently tugged Koyama’s erection.
“Harder,” he was almost whining and Ryo kissed him hard to stop that noise. Because if it were anyone else, Ryo wouldn’t be able to stand it –and the fact that it was Koyama shouldn’t have changed anything. He tightened his grip, swiping his thumb over the head, collecting some of the leaking fluid so he could slide his hands easier.
Slick-slide. Koyama was whining; moaning as his hands clutched at Ryo’s shoulders, hips snapping up into the punishing grip. So hot, Ryo thought he might just get burned all along the side where their bodies were pressed together, Koyama writhing and wiggling in his grip. Leaning over, he found his face pressed to the side of Koyama’s hair, slightly damp with sweat and still smelling like flowers and fruit from his shower. The noise Koyama made when he bit the lobe of his ear –somewhere caught between a gasp and a shriek- made him chuckle. He curled his tongue along the ridges of his ear, flicking at the skin, riding him the way Koyama bucked with renewed vigor.
Ryo was practically fucking his ear with his tongue and it should have been a little less hot and a little grosser but Koyama was keening; small noises crossed with moans. He could almost feel the orgasm building in the other man, like a static tension written across his perfectly tanned skin. “Feel good?” Koyama twisted in his grip, almost eel-like, as if he was trying to shake Ryo off of him.
“Good,” Koyama choked out, turning the one word into endless syllables. Ryo slithered closer, letting Koyama’s slick skin slide and hitch on his clothing, the cotton of his boxers and the denim of his jeans pressing his own dick in a new and uncomfortable way- but hey, it was friction.
“Ryo.” Again, with his ability to draw the sound of his name on and on, with inflections and tones. His voice broke and cracked over the end when he came so suddenly that Ryo was thrown to the side by the full body shudder.
When it was all said and done, Koyama’ chin drooped to his chest and Ryo’s hand was covered in all manners of a sticky mess.
“Oh hell, don’t even fucking think of falling asleep on me,” he almost snarled, nipping harshly on the small piece of flesh and the silver hoop through it.
“M’not-sleep,” Koyama mumbled, his arms twitching weakly. “God, Ryo,” he breathed, and he could get drunk off the fumes on the other man’s breath alone -goddamned lightweight. “What do you want me to do?” Koyama looked up at him, pinning him from under his black eyelashes; those hypnotic cat’s eyes.
“Surprise me.”
“M’kay,” Koyama pulled him down for a kiss and Ryo wondered why the hell he didn’t do this before tonight. If there were awards for kissing, Koyama brought the gold home. Again and again. “But you’re going to need to take off your pants.”
“Do I need to?”
Koyama looked at him, wetting his lips unconsciously. He gave a shaky half smile. “Don’t you want me to suck you off?”
“Fuck, yes.”
They moved to the bed, Ryo wiggling out of his pants as he went; leaving them in a pool on the floor with his boxers. He didn’t even have time to pull off his socks when he was pinned to the bed by the taller man. He squirmed, the cotton of his sheet scratching across his shoulders and sticking to the sweat on his back. Koyama’s lips were plush against his chest, a soft sucking tension on his skin, followed by a sharp little kittenish bite.
“Oh,” Ryo could’ve slapped himself for the whorish moan that tore from his lips. Koyama’s hands, surprisingly strong, pinned his hips to the bed as he crouched over Ryo’s body. He rose up onto his elbows so he could watch Koyama’s progress because the flick of pink tongue against his skin was just so damn erotic.
“Ohmyfuckinggod,” Ryo would have snapped his hips, bringing himself straight to the back of Koyama’s heated throat, but the fingers curled around his hips, digging almost painfully. God, if he thought Koyama was good at kissing, that couldn’t hold a flame to what he was doing now.
He lost track of what kind of filth he was hissing between clenched teeth because, dear god, Koyama was trying to suck his soul out through his dick and Ryo was more than willing to let him. Hell, no one would notice it gone anyways. A quick and agile tongue used for speaking loud and clear (almost inhumanly quickly), curled around the head, teasing the small bundle of nerves right under the cock-head. Bless his soul; Koyama wasn’t one for teasing; straight to the slick-slide of lips pulling nerve endings into a frenzy. He can’t be expected to hold long to anything, even as his hands found their way to Koyama’s hair, as the suction became almost too much; just this side of painful.
“Koyama,” he growled, tugging on his hair as he choked on the next words. “I’m- oh shit.” He snarled; fingers and mouth hanging open in a silent screech, embarrassing to the max but oh god Koyama was trying to suck out his spine and succeeding.
Koyama rested his forehead on Ryo’s stomach; his breath fanning around his navel and making him shiver. The wiring between his brain and his hands didn’t seem to be working at full capacity, but he managed to tug Koyama up so that they could cuddle in the cooling room. Not that Ryo would admit to that, because Ryo Nishikido did not do that whole cuddling thing.
Koyama’s chin was sharp against his shoulder and he wiggled until the pressure eased off a little, but that left him with a face full of golden hair, long legs practically wrapped all the way around him, keeping them pressed close.
“Can I sleep now?” Koyama’s voice was raspy; eliciting the memory of Koyama’s silken throat closing around him.
“Yeah, go ahead,” Ryo shifted, rolling until he can breathe again, and Koyama was still curled to his side on top of the blankets and sheets, but he wasn’t freezing this time. For the second time in nearly a month, Ryo closed his eyes and, pulling Koyama in close, drifted to sleep.
**
He was sitting on the chair, listlessly staring at someone’s bag (given the charms hanging from it, the bag was Massu’s), Shige’s powder blue bag sitting next to it, ready for when they came in. He was in far too early; long before anyone else would filter in. Cowardly? Yes, but he wasn’t one to mess with his survival instinct…anymore then he already had, anyways.
“And I thought I looked bad this morning,” YamaPi set his bag down and pushed his white sunglasses further up his nose. Ryo looked at his watch pointedly, surprised that YamaPi was the first one to come in; he would have figured that would be Shige, he was more the ass-kissing type.
“You do.” Yeah, whatever bitch –I’m in no mood to talk. The younger man gave him a hurt look, his bottom lip jutting out, in that ‘you just kicked a puppy’ look he was so fond of. Hundreds of girls around Japan fell for that look each time they bought a magazine. Ryo liked to think of himself as unaffected.
“Bitchy, too; what the hell did you get up too last night?” Ryo scowled, and apparently YamaPi didn’t have a sense of self-preservation, because he sat down next to Ryo, moving his bag to the other side, peering over the rim of his sunglasses as if something on Ryo’s face could tell him the answers he was looking for. “I should be upset you turned me down to go get hammered with Tesshi, but you look really upset.” No fucking wonder, genius.
“I’m fine.”
YamaPi pulled another face, scrunching his nose up, making his glasses slip down a little further. “No you’re not.”
“I am.”
“No you’re not.”
“I’m not having this conversation with you.”
YamaPi smirked at him, fucking smirked. He would have liked nothing more than to introduce YamaPi’s nose to his fist. “Sounds to me like you are.”
Ryo grit his teeth; after all, he had no good reason to physically harm YamaPi. Besides, he still needed him. NewS wouldn’t quite be NewS without their illustrious leader, the great YamaPi, and it was a pretty sweet gig.
“How about we make a deal? You let me help you and I’ll leave you alone.”
“That sounds redundant to me.” Rolling his eyes, he dug deep in his pants looking for his iPod. Maybe he could just ignore him until he went away.
“So have I annoyed you enough that you forgot what had you so upset?” YamaPi poked him in the ribs and grinned at him. Ryo frowned, then gave him a small smile.
“Yeah, until you reminded me. Now I’m pissed, and I want to kick your ass,” Ryo grinned at him and YamaPi gave him a grin back, albeit one that wasn’t very cocky or sure of himself (as YamaPi’s smiles tend to be).
“Well, if it makes you feel better.”
“I told you I’m fine,” he snapped again. It would take a little more than YamaPi’s cunning to get him to spill. It would be nice to have someone to talk with, but when you have a problem, who do you go to talk to? Koyama.
Well, that wasn’t going to work.
“Massu,” Tegoshi whined, loudly. “Massu, stop that!”
“No,” the other boy laughed, leaning in to crunch loudly in his ear, getting crumbs on his shoulder in the process.
“Arg!” Tego pushed him away, brushing frantically at his shirt and flailing at the older boy. “You got crumbs in my hair!”
Massu giggled, covering the front of Tego’s shirt with crumbs, too. “Stop that!” Tego shrieked. Massu only laughed harder.
Ryo figured it was a little cowardly; maybe he’d kick his own ass for it later, but he was sure to be gone by the time Koyama came in that morning. He managed to avoid talking to him all morning, too. It took a lot of cunning and a little of using Massu as a buffer. It took a little more to ignore how hung-over and fucked out he looked, but he gave it a rather desperate try.
The moment the choreographer called for a break, Ryo beat a hasty retreat, stopping only long enough to grab his messenger bag and sling it around his side. He slipped his sunglasses down on his nose and pulled his hat over his messed hair. He narrowly missed running Shige over on his way out.
Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Ryo’s hands shook as he ordered himself a coffee and a pork bun. He tucked himself away in the corner, wrapping his fingers around the cup. He’d seriously messed things up this time.
Never sleep with a co-worker unless it’ll get you something. Never sleep with someone who means something to you. While he was at it, never fall in… in… like with someone. All of the above?
“Hello?” The voice on the other side was half bored, and half annoyed.
“Hey, Yoko…,” Ryo picked at the bun with the ends of his fingers, glad the other man couldn’t see the nervous gesture over the mobile phone, “do you have a few minutes?”
“Yeah sure, it’s been awhile since you called or dropped by.”
Ryo smiled a little at that; he missed his other band. As close as NewS was to worming its way into his heart –an endeavor currently spearheaded by Koyama, he still loved his original band most.
“Yeah, well you know what it’s like to be me. Everyone wants a piece and I’ve been overworking.”
“I’ve never seen you not overwork.”
“Well, we all get where we are in our own way.”
“I see, so blowing the producer is work?”
Ryo snorted into the receiver earning a chuckle from his friend. “All the big stars did it.”
“Yeah, for being balding and kind of fat, that man gets more action than I do. I’m an idol!” Yoko’s pout was clear despite the distance between them.
Ryo busied his hands with shredding the napkin he got with his bun.
“Well, actually that’s what I called you about.” Ryo was rather proud of how his voice stayed all gruff and manly while butterflies were having a rave in the pit of his stomach.
“You’re still fucking the producer? I thought you were too big for that now. I mean, I thought he only went for the jailbait types. You are kind of short, but you don’t look like a kid.”
“I’m not short,” Ryo cut in, used to dealing with Yoko’s speech habits. “And no, I’m not fucking the producer but I need some advice about someone I sort-of-not-really slept with.”
“Why didn’t you call Uchi then? He’s better with this shit than I am.” The annoyed little huff at the other end made Ryo smile.
“Because I really don’t think he wants to hear my story on how I got drunk and did something stupid –that seems a little insensitive to me.” The napkin was ripped into more and more tiny pieces.
“Well, hello Mr.All-Of-A-Sudden-Senstitve, and I do?”
Ryo chuckled, for a moment leaving his napkin to take a sip of his coffee. “Yeah. You do.”
“Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
Yoko made a noise that may have supposed to be a yawn. “That the best you can do, Nishikido?”
“Shut up. I didn’t get much rest last night, and I’m fucking hung over.”
“Excuses.”
Ryo rolled his eyes, resuming his shredding of the paper.
“So who did you get hammered with and … hammer?” Yoko giggled in boyish glee while Ryo rolled his eyes again, this time in a much more exaggerated manner –so immature. “Please don’t tell me it was YamaPi. I mean, if you were drunk you may have gone for that, and YamaPi would, wouldn’t he?”
“It wasn’t YamaPi. Or the producer. What kind of slut do you take me for?” Ryo gritted out, almost hissing. He could totally fend off YamaPi in his greatest of slut moods, drunk, with his hands tied behind his back.
“You are friends with Uchi.”
“So are you.” They were getting off topic again, and Ryo wasn’t in such a huge hurry to get the conversation back on track. He liked safe topics, like Uchi’s bedding technique.
“Huh. So I am,” Yoko made another sort of noise, like he was clearing his throat. “Anyways, I doubt you called me about Uchi, you got over that one months ago.”
“Fuck off,” Ryo went back to shredding the napkin with a vengeance, letting the silence draw out. “I… it,” Ryo stuttered to a stop again, and added one more to the mental list of reasons he needs to kick his own ass; stuttering like a girl confessing a crush –to Yoko of all people, who would, given the chance, rib on him endlessly about it. “Koyama Keiichiro.”
“Come again?”
“Koyama Keiichiro,” he enounced every syllable with more than adequate care. “We got drunk and messed around.”
Yoko made an appreciative noise low in his throat. “This is a bad thing?”
Ryo sighed, and to his displeasure, the napkin was nothing more than a pile of processed recycled bits on a Formica tabletop. With nothing else to do with his fingers, he started on pulling apart the bun –he wasn’t really planning on eating it anyways.
“I figure you must have noticed but he’s hot.”
“I’ve got… issues with him,” Ryo said in a small voice, and why was he doing this? He should hang up on Yoko now and pretend this all never happened. He’s so far out of his little world of Ryo, he’s almost orbiting fucking Pluto. Then, Yoko would come all this way, and kick his ass for not telling the rest of the story.
So he spilled, telling first of the night Koyama ended up at his house instead of with Kato. Then, the rather unfortunate meeting with the ‘other man’, followed by a beautifully made bento –which he still suspected Koyama bought because the other man was useless in the kitchen. Movie nights and lunches, all the little ways he’s gotten to know Koyama in the spaces in between. Then, with sufficient detail enough to make Yoko squeak and tell him to ‘stop it already’, their one night together.
“And I left him with a note saying not to worry about locking the door behind him.”
“That was cold,” Yoko commented.
“I was more than a little freaked out okay?” Ryo’s hands were gross and sticky from the insides of the bun and he didn’t have a napkin. Making a face, he sighed heavily into the phone.
“Why are you so freaked out about it?”
“I care about him. He’s… special, there is no one who takes care of Koyama, Koyama takes care of everyone,” Ryo knew he wasn’t getting his point across, so he tried harder. “I respect him.” That’s what it came down to; Ryo didn’t care much for a lot of the brainless yuppies he met, but he could say he genuinely liked Koyama. “That’s probably one of the first times I’ve done anything sexual because I wanted to make them feel good.”
Honest brutal truth. Ryo-style.
“And you managed to fuck it up right fine, too.” Equally harsh, and totally Yoko.
“I did. But what am I going to do about it?” What would Koyama do? Ryo almost snorted at the thought.
“How would I know?” Yoko almost pulled off sounding completely innocent, and this is why he wasn’t in as many dramas; his acting kind of sucked. “You could start by talking to him. I’m sure leaving him hanging like that is worse than anything you could do to him.”
“You underestimate my powers of ‘royally fucking things up’.”
Yoko snorted at that. “Well, tell Koyama to read the warning labels carefully before opening the packaging, because there is no refund.”
“Freaky metaphor.”
“Do you want my advice or not?” Ryo smiled a little to himself. “Because I can always leave you hang, so macho you can’t see how much you want this thing with Koyama to work.”
“Pussy,” Ryo hissed into the phone.
Yoko snorted. “Ungrateful bitch.”
They paused, silence and static filling in the space between them.
“Ryo,” Yoko’s voice changed, becoming something tender, no hint of a joke hiding in between the words. “You really do care for him.”
“Yeah,” he said it in a breath, like it was forced from his lungs against his will. The urge to panic washed over him; this was why he totally didn’t do this emotional shit.
“And you need to tell him about it.”
“That’s asking a bit much of macho-me isn’t it?” Sarcasm. Ryo could do sarcasm.
“Well then, channel Yasu. He could do it,” Yoko paused. “You have to tell him how you feel about him. Then, maybe next time you don’t need to get him drunk to get him laid.”
“I didn’t get him drunk for that.”
“Like hell. You just wanted to tap that ass.”
Ryo snorted. “I thought you wanted my feelings. That’s thinking with my dick.”
“Obviously, you think more with that than your brain or you wouldn’t have called me.”
“Thanks, jerk-face.”
“You’re welcome cock-sucker.”
“I’ll talk to you later?”
“Grow some balls and talk to him. Then tell me how it goes.”
“Fine.”
“Soon, Ryo.” It wasn’t often that Yoko snapped; it made Ryo flinch and he was glad that Yoko wasn’t there to see it or that would be another kick to his ass later.
“I know.”
“Bye.”
“Bye,” Ryo snapped the phone shut. Right. Standing, he brushed the remains of his napkin onto the plate, covering the remains of the pork bun. Draining the rest of his coffee in one long gulp, he picked up the plate and emptied the mush into the nearest trashcan. Leaving the café, he drew in his breath and steeled his courage.
He was Ryo Nishikido, the sexy Osaka man. Emotions did not scare him. Not one bit. Okay, maybe a little.
Pairing: Ryo/Koyama
Chapter: 2/3
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Boy!secks, filthy language, little bits of sexy fun
Summary: Koyama gets himself into a spot of trouble and end up with probably the worst person to deal with the fall-out. Follow Ryo's progress as he makes his way into something sort-of-not-really like emotional maturity.
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crux_australis, a million thanks =D!The make-up bitch just about tore Koyama a new one for the bruise that covered his face, hissing angry things at him. Even the photographer seemed less than pleased about the additional airbrushing that would be needed to even out his complexion. Through it all, Koyama just kind of smiled and apologized; like it was his fucking fault in the first place- Ryo kind of wanted to hit him for that. Shige took it worse than everyone else and Koyama would have floundered, stuck between the truth that would set the other on the warpath, and the sin of lying to his precious little friend.
So Ryo did it for him, snapping off something about how Koyama came to collect him from the bar and they crashed face-first into Ryo’s doorframe. The kid bought it too, and when Shige glared at Ryo (for what?) and turned around, Koyama shot him a grateful smile. Ryo returned it with a rather playful wink.
That was weeks ago, now. In time, the bruises faded, turning a sickly yellow then vanishing once again into flawlessly tanned skin. Memories took a little longer to leave; like the one that tickled his mind of a broken mask for a face and the steady beat of Koyama’s heart under his fingertips or that feeling that flooded his body; even now, when he caught Koyama changing or glimpsed endless legs leading seamlessly into the curve of his ass.
“What are you doing later?” YamaPi sat down heavily in front of him, and Ryo looked up the length of their leader to meet his black eyes framed by girly lashes. Ignoring the blatant invite in the calculated spread of the other’s legs, he grinned.
“Going to the movies with Tesshi and some of the other munchkins.” There wass a moment of almost stunned silence from the other and Ryo quelled his smirk.
YamaPi licked his lips; probably wondering if there was a way he can ask Ryo to ditch the kids and not sound like an ass doing so. It seemed that YamaPi failed to find it because his face fell and his posture went from seductive to annoyed faster than Ryo can blink. He must have been on his whole man-period kick again. What a drama queen.
“Oh, okay, maybe another time then.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he lied through his teeth with a cocksure grin.
Minutes after YamaPi is gone, someone draped a friendly arm over his shoulder and leaned an almost painfully sharp chin on his shoulder.
“You lied to YamaPi,” Koyama’s words reflected his smile and Ryo tilted his head back to look at the other man but got a face full of sandy orange hair instead. “Tesshi’s movie night isn’t until next Friday.”
“Oops,” Ryo’s voice almost driped with sarcasm and he blew a piece of Koyama’s hair out of his mouth, the other pulling away. Koyama sat in the place where YamaPi was sitting moments earlier. Completely relaxed after his shower and ready to head home, unlike YamaPi’s pose, Koyama was artlessly sprawled, his boots still undone. It did more for Ryo than a fucking naked YamaPi ever would. “Must have slipped my mind.”
Koyama giggled. Ryo wet his lips; how he loves that sound. It’s grown on him, like weeds sprouting from nothing and latching deep in his mind. If he didn’t know better, he’d think Koyama was flirting with him; the drape of his body inviting and his voice crawling over Ryo’s skin. That or Ryo could be going crazy, because given his choice of profession it’s always a reasonable excuse.
“What are you doing tonight that you wouldn’t tell YamaPi?”
“Nothing, I plan on sleeping tonight,” Ryo paused for dramatic effect, “so if you’re going to come over, come before I’m asleep.” Koyama laughed again and there was that warm feeling seeping from the ends of his fingers through his entire body. “Besides, YamaPi would drag me to some bar with Jin, and where Jin goes, there would be Ueda. Today is too good a day to be ruined by donkey face.” He was so whipped by that lazy smile.
“I see,” he smiled a little, “Want to do something with me, then?”
They ended up in a little bar, tucked away in a quiet corner booth where Ryo could sip his beer in peace; Koyama was drinking a diet sprite. Ryo was prattling, and he knew it, hated his own mouth for it, but it still won’t stop. If Ryo could just stand outside himself, he’d bitch slap his own pretty face for turning into a total girl in this very moment. He was going on and on about Osaka and his family’s house like Koyama’s never been to Osaka. So every time they are in Osaka, there is only concertsleepbusconcert, and Koyama really hasn’t seen Ryo’s family home, but it’s still no excuse to run his mouth like some chick.
“We have this pond, with this huge orange and white speckled Koi. When I was a kid, I named him,” Ryo took a long sip and Koyama giggled. “The neighbor’s kid was a total prick, so I threw him in the pond once because he insulted my clothes or something. Surprised the little witch didn’t melt.”
“You’ve always been so forward.”
Ryo decided to interpret the inflection in the other’s voice as admiration –as it should be.
“I have,” Ryo’s grin was a dirty promise that seemed to go straight over Koyama’s pretty yet startlingly unobservant self. “There is no point in dicking around.”
Koyama nodded, even if the advice meant nothing to him; Koyama was nothing if not subtle. It was the subtleties that Ryo liked, like a well-cooked dish with all the right amounts of spice and sweetness.
“Why don’t you have a drink?”
“I don’t think that’s a great idea. I’m not a great drunk.”
Ryo leveled him with a stern look. “I know all about you drunk.”
The other licked his lips and looked uncertain; Ryo saw it as the victory it was. “Hey, my apartment is not even five minutes away, you can crash there.” He could almost see Koyama crumbling under his words. “I’ll take care of it.”
“… Alright.”
Ryo wanted to think there was something deep and symbolic about this; Koyama putting himself in this position for him. Only for him; because he’s seen the others beg, wafting it under his nose and Koyama had only laughed then. Or of course, they could just be two coworkers getting drunk together after a long day at work. Except that Ryo wants to fuck Koyama, and that’s decidedly not on his normal coworker list.
So he won’t. Because he is Ryo, and he just can’t do something so… suicidal.
The same was true an hour later. Still, there was one very important difference. Koyama tasted like breath mints and the rum coke mixture he was drinking. He was just heavy enough to pin Ryo to the wall without making him feel like he was being smothered alive. And then there was the way Ryo’s hand splayed so perfectly in the small of his back, worming up and under his shirt to feel smooth skin. Ryo knew he was making embarrassingly needy noises as he rolled his hip against the thigh shoved up against his groin, but Koyama’s mouth swallowed most of those before he could be mortified.
This had to be the stupidest thing he’s ever done, but Koyama’s expression was so open, lips parted in question. He needed just a quick taste, which wasn’t so quick; and he wasn’t going to back down. Koyama tasted so damn good.
There was a flurry of movement; shoving and pushing. Koyama’s eyes widened in surprise as his feet tangled with the front hall carpet and he went crashing back against the opposite wall. Lips were quick to follow crashing together with the intent to harm, Ryo tangling their limbs again as he pressed a hard openmouthed kiss to Koyama’s jaw. Fingers were in his hair; pushing, pulling and tugging like Koyama didn’t know what to do with them, or if he wanted Ryo to come closer or to stop.
“I hate you for making me feel like this,” he whispered, tugging on Koyama’s shirt and kissing up under his ear. He hated that he didn’t have half a clue about what he should do as opposed to what he wanted to do.
“What?” Koyama wiggled, trying to get his footing again; Ryo pressed him harder to the wall, giving him a shark-like grin.
“Nothing, never mind.” Licking at his lips, Koyama’s tongue slipped out to brush his and they slipped into another messy kiss. Fingers were prodding; pulling at any bit of clothing or hair that will give. It was almost painful how much he wanted this anyways. He felt giddy and excited, and promptly blamed it all on the booze. Why else would he feel like a teenage girl making out with her crush?
When his fingers brushedKoyama’s neck, he pulled away; a small whimper falling from his swollen lips, pressing another chaste kiss to Koyama’s lips because he likes the taste. A word echoed in his head the moment that their lips touched and his tongue slipped into the other’s mouth -addiction. It made the rational part of his mind warn him- this is dangerous, stop right the fuck now. The greater part of him wanted nothing more than to let the taste of Koyama wash over his tongue and to take as much of the other man as he can get away with.
Ryo pulled away, helping Koyama up from the wall and all but shoving him down the short hall to his bedroom. Legs tangled again, and this time Koyama went down, grasping at Ryo’s clothing as he toppled onto the bed, sliding off the end and landing on his ass on the floor.
Ryo landed on the bed and a chuckle slipped past. “You’re fucking hammered aren’t you?”
Koyama peered up at him and grinned, all teeth flashing in the dim lighting.
“Maybe,” Koyama throwed his head back, letting it rest on the bed sheets, moving his long limbs until he was sprawled against the bed with a silly smile on his face. Ryo quickly slid to the floor so he was kneeling next to the tall man then he pressed another kiss to the other’s neck. It was like he has only recently discovered he has a fetish for boys with a graceful neckline and now he was a glutton for the faintly salty taste; all ten billion acres of it- goddamn Koyama for being freakishly tall.
“All the better,” Ryo whispered against the slightly sweaty skin there, flicking the tip of his tongue against where the bruises have faded and gone.
“Y-you,” Koyama’s breath hitched, voice catching on the first sound, “know if you leave a bruise, I’ll get in trouble again.”
“Deal with it later,” Ryo hissed, moving so he was sitting more in Koyama’s lap than kneeling beside him, giving him a better angle to worry the skin with. Ryo wanted to leave his own mark there, hopefully better earned than the last. He straddled the other man’s thighs, fingers sliding under his shirt and tugging it off- too much clothing in the way. Koyama looked dazed, his hands resting lightly on Ryo’s hips, chest bared to Ryo’s intense gaze. He looked fucking edible. “Later,” he echoed, latching onto the skin with teeth and lips, he rode the wave as Koyama bucked up against him.
“Ryo,” Koyama’s voice was a high-pitched whine as his fingers clutched at Ryo’s hips, trying to pull him down and push him off at the same time, eyes open and staring at Ryo like he had two heads, “Is it going the leave a bruise?”
“Probably.” He couldn’t have not smirked if he tried. He kissed the slightly swollen skin, a long past due tender movement, after which he leaned in for another slick mouth meld. When fingers came up to tug at his hair, petting through it, Ryo started to work on the belt buckle.
“Ngg,” Koyama’s cry was muffled against Ryo’s lips. Clever fingers pulled and tugged at the buttons that held Koyama’s jeans on.
“Move your ass, dammit.” The smooth roll of hips was unexpected and almost threw Ryo off. Using the given space, he got the tight denim down as far as he could down toned thighs. The other whimpered, and this sent a fresh rush of want through him, white hot and burning in his veins. “So how do you like it? Hard or soft?” It was with a wicked smile that Ryo gently tugged Koyama’s erection.
“Harder,” he was almost whining and Ryo kissed him hard to stop that noise. Because if it were anyone else, Ryo wouldn’t be able to stand it –and the fact that it was Koyama shouldn’t have changed anything. He tightened his grip, swiping his thumb over the head, collecting some of the leaking fluid so he could slide his hands easier.
Slick-slide. Koyama was whining; moaning as his hands clutched at Ryo’s shoulders, hips snapping up into the punishing grip. So hot, Ryo thought he might just get burned all along the side where their bodies were pressed together, Koyama writhing and wiggling in his grip. Leaning over, he found his face pressed to the side of Koyama’s hair, slightly damp with sweat and still smelling like flowers and fruit from his shower. The noise Koyama made when he bit the lobe of his ear –somewhere caught between a gasp and a shriek- made him chuckle. He curled his tongue along the ridges of his ear, flicking at the skin, riding him the way Koyama bucked with renewed vigor.
Ryo was practically fucking his ear with his tongue and it should have been a little less hot and a little grosser but Koyama was keening; small noises crossed with moans. He could almost feel the orgasm building in the other man, like a static tension written across his perfectly tanned skin. “Feel good?” Koyama twisted in his grip, almost eel-like, as if he was trying to shake Ryo off of him.
“Good,” Koyama choked out, turning the one word into endless syllables. Ryo slithered closer, letting Koyama’s slick skin slide and hitch on his clothing, the cotton of his boxers and the denim of his jeans pressing his own dick in a new and uncomfortable way- but hey, it was friction.
“Ryo.” Again, with his ability to draw the sound of his name on and on, with inflections and tones. His voice broke and cracked over the end when he came so suddenly that Ryo was thrown to the side by the full body shudder.
When it was all said and done, Koyama’ chin drooped to his chest and Ryo’s hand was covered in all manners of a sticky mess.
“Oh hell, don’t even fucking think of falling asleep on me,” he almost snarled, nipping harshly on the small piece of flesh and the silver hoop through it.
“M’not-sleep,” Koyama mumbled, his arms twitching weakly. “God, Ryo,” he breathed, and he could get drunk off the fumes on the other man’s breath alone -goddamned lightweight. “What do you want me to do?” Koyama looked up at him, pinning him from under his black eyelashes; those hypnotic cat’s eyes.
“Surprise me.”
“M’kay,” Koyama pulled him down for a kiss and Ryo wondered why the hell he didn’t do this before tonight. If there were awards for kissing, Koyama brought the gold home. Again and again. “But you’re going to need to take off your pants.”
“Do I need to?”
Koyama looked at him, wetting his lips unconsciously. He gave a shaky half smile. “Don’t you want me to suck you off?”
“Fuck, yes.”
They moved to the bed, Ryo wiggling out of his pants as he went; leaving them in a pool on the floor with his boxers. He didn’t even have time to pull off his socks when he was pinned to the bed by the taller man. He squirmed, the cotton of his sheet scratching across his shoulders and sticking to the sweat on his back. Koyama’s lips were plush against his chest, a soft sucking tension on his skin, followed by a sharp little kittenish bite.
“Oh,” Ryo could’ve slapped himself for the whorish moan that tore from his lips. Koyama’s hands, surprisingly strong, pinned his hips to the bed as he crouched over Ryo’s body. He rose up onto his elbows so he could watch Koyama’s progress because the flick of pink tongue against his skin was just so damn erotic.
“Ohmyfuckinggod,” Ryo would have snapped his hips, bringing himself straight to the back of Koyama’s heated throat, but the fingers curled around his hips, digging almost painfully. God, if he thought Koyama was good at kissing, that couldn’t hold a flame to what he was doing now.
He lost track of what kind of filth he was hissing between clenched teeth because, dear god, Koyama was trying to suck his soul out through his dick and Ryo was more than willing to let him. Hell, no one would notice it gone anyways. A quick and agile tongue used for speaking loud and clear (almost inhumanly quickly), curled around the head, teasing the small bundle of nerves right under the cock-head. Bless his soul; Koyama wasn’t one for teasing; straight to the slick-slide of lips pulling nerve endings into a frenzy. He can’t be expected to hold long to anything, even as his hands found their way to Koyama’s hair, as the suction became almost too much; just this side of painful.
“Koyama,” he growled, tugging on his hair as he choked on the next words. “I’m- oh shit.” He snarled; fingers and mouth hanging open in a silent screech, embarrassing to the max but oh god Koyama was trying to suck out his spine and succeeding.
Koyama rested his forehead on Ryo’s stomach; his breath fanning around his navel and making him shiver. The wiring between his brain and his hands didn’t seem to be working at full capacity, but he managed to tug Koyama up so that they could cuddle in the cooling room. Not that Ryo would admit to that, because Ryo Nishikido did not do that whole cuddling thing.
Koyama’s chin was sharp against his shoulder and he wiggled until the pressure eased off a little, but that left him with a face full of golden hair, long legs practically wrapped all the way around him, keeping them pressed close.
“Can I sleep now?” Koyama’s voice was raspy; eliciting the memory of Koyama’s silken throat closing around him.
“Yeah, go ahead,” Ryo shifted, rolling until he can breathe again, and Koyama was still curled to his side on top of the blankets and sheets, but he wasn’t freezing this time. For the second time in nearly a month, Ryo closed his eyes and, pulling Koyama in close, drifted to sleep.
**
He was sitting on the chair, listlessly staring at someone’s bag (given the charms hanging from it, the bag was Massu’s), Shige’s powder blue bag sitting next to it, ready for when they came in. He was in far too early; long before anyone else would filter in. Cowardly? Yes, but he wasn’t one to mess with his survival instinct…anymore then he already had, anyways.
“And I thought I looked bad this morning,” YamaPi set his bag down and pushed his white sunglasses further up his nose. Ryo looked at his watch pointedly, surprised that YamaPi was the first one to come in; he would have figured that would be Shige, he was more the ass-kissing type.
“You do.” Yeah, whatever bitch –I’m in no mood to talk. The younger man gave him a hurt look, his bottom lip jutting out, in that ‘you just kicked a puppy’ look he was so fond of. Hundreds of girls around Japan fell for that look each time they bought a magazine. Ryo liked to think of himself as unaffected.
“Bitchy, too; what the hell did you get up too last night?” Ryo scowled, and apparently YamaPi didn’t have a sense of self-preservation, because he sat down next to Ryo, moving his bag to the other side, peering over the rim of his sunglasses as if something on Ryo’s face could tell him the answers he was looking for. “I should be upset you turned me down to go get hammered with Tesshi, but you look really upset.” No fucking wonder, genius.
“I’m fine.”
YamaPi pulled another face, scrunching his nose up, making his glasses slip down a little further. “No you’re not.”
“I am.”
“No you’re not.”
“I’m not having this conversation with you.”
YamaPi smirked at him, fucking smirked. He would have liked nothing more than to introduce YamaPi’s nose to his fist. “Sounds to me like you are.”
Ryo grit his teeth; after all, he had no good reason to physically harm YamaPi. Besides, he still needed him. NewS wouldn’t quite be NewS without their illustrious leader, the great YamaPi, and it was a pretty sweet gig.
“How about we make a deal? You let me help you and I’ll leave you alone.”
“That sounds redundant to me.” Rolling his eyes, he dug deep in his pants looking for his iPod. Maybe he could just ignore him until he went away.
“So have I annoyed you enough that you forgot what had you so upset?” YamaPi poked him in the ribs and grinned at him. Ryo frowned, then gave him a small smile.
“Yeah, until you reminded me. Now I’m pissed, and I want to kick your ass,” Ryo grinned at him and YamaPi gave him a grin back, albeit one that wasn’t very cocky or sure of himself (as YamaPi’s smiles tend to be).
“Well, if it makes you feel better.”
“I told you I’m fine,” he snapped again. It would take a little more than YamaPi’s cunning to get him to spill. It would be nice to have someone to talk with, but when you have a problem, who do you go to talk to? Koyama.
Well, that wasn’t going to work.
“Massu,” Tegoshi whined, loudly. “Massu, stop that!”
“No,” the other boy laughed, leaning in to crunch loudly in his ear, getting crumbs on his shoulder in the process.
“Arg!” Tego pushed him away, brushing frantically at his shirt and flailing at the older boy. “You got crumbs in my hair!”
Massu giggled, covering the front of Tego’s shirt with crumbs, too. “Stop that!” Tego shrieked. Massu only laughed harder.
Ryo figured it was a little cowardly; maybe he’d kick his own ass for it later, but he was sure to be gone by the time Koyama came in that morning. He managed to avoid talking to him all morning, too. It took a lot of cunning and a little of using Massu as a buffer. It took a little more to ignore how hung-over and fucked out he looked, but he gave it a rather desperate try.
The moment the choreographer called for a break, Ryo beat a hasty retreat, stopping only long enough to grab his messenger bag and sling it around his side. He slipped his sunglasses down on his nose and pulled his hat over his messed hair. He narrowly missed running Shige over on his way out.
Fuck. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Ryo’s hands shook as he ordered himself a coffee and a pork bun. He tucked himself away in the corner, wrapping his fingers around the cup. He’d seriously messed things up this time.
Never sleep with a co-worker unless it’ll get you something. Never sleep with someone who means something to you. While he was at it, never fall in… in… like with someone. All of the above?
“Hello?” The voice on the other side was half bored, and half annoyed.
“Hey, Yoko…,” Ryo picked at the bun with the ends of his fingers, glad the other man couldn’t see the nervous gesture over the mobile phone, “do you have a few minutes?”
“Yeah sure, it’s been awhile since you called or dropped by.”
Ryo smiled a little at that; he missed his other band. As close as NewS was to worming its way into his heart –an endeavor currently spearheaded by Koyama, he still loved his original band most.
“Yeah, well you know what it’s like to be me. Everyone wants a piece and I’ve been overworking.”
“I’ve never seen you not overwork.”
“Well, we all get where we are in our own way.”
“I see, so blowing the producer is work?”
Ryo snorted into the receiver earning a chuckle from his friend. “All the big stars did it.”
“Yeah, for being balding and kind of fat, that man gets more action than I do. I’m an idol!” Yoko’s pout was clear despite the distance between them.
Ryo busied his hands with shredding the napkin he got with his bun.
“Well, actually that’s what I called you about.” Ryo was rather proud of how his voice stayed all gruff and manly while butterflies were having a rave in the pit of his stomach.
“You’re still fucking the producer? I thought you were too big for that now. I mean, I thought he only went for the jailbait types. You are kind of short, but you don’t look like a kid.”
“I’m not short,” Ryo cut in, used to dealing with Yoko’s speech habits. “And no, I’m not fucking the producer but I need some advice about someone I sort-of-not-really slept with.”
“Why didn’t you call Uchi then? He’s better with this shit than I am.” The annoyed little huff at the other end made Ryo smile.
“Because I really don’t think he wants to hear my story on how I got drunk and did something stupid –that seems a little insensitive to me.” The napkin was ripped into more and more tiny pieces.
“Well, hello Mr.All-Of-A-Sudden-Senstitve, and I do?”
Ryo chuckled, for a moment leaving his napkin to take a sip of his coffee. “Yeah. You do.”
“Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
Yoko made a noise that may have supposed to be a yawn. “That the best you can do, Nishikido?”
“Shut up. I didn’t get much rest last night, and I’m fucking hung over.”
“Excuses.”
Ryo rolled his eyes, resuming his shredding of the paper.
“So who did you get hammered with and … hammer?” Yoko giggled in boyish glee while Ryo rolled his eyes again, this time in a much more exaggerated manner –so immature. “Please don’t tell me it was YamaPi. I mean, if you were drunk you may have gone for that, and YamaPi would, wouldn’t he?”
“It wasn’t YamaPi. Or the producer. What kind of slut do you take me for?” Ryo gritted out, almost hissing. He could totally fend off YamaPi in his greatest of slut moods, drunk, with his hands tied behind his back.
“You are friends with Uchi.”
“So are you.” They were getting off topic again, and Ryo wasn’t in such a huge hurry to get the conversation back on track. He liked safe topics, like Uchi’s bedding technique.
“Huh. So I am,” Yoko made another sort of noise, like he was clearing his throat. “Anyways, I doubt you called me about Uchi, you got over that one months ago.”
“Fuck off,” Ryo went back to shredding the napkin with a vengeance, letting the silence draw out. “I… it,” Ryo stuttered to a stop again, and added one more to the mental list of reasons he needs to kick his own ass; stuttering like a girl confessing a crush –to Yoko of all people, who would, given the chance, rib on him endlessly about it. “Koyama Keiichiro.”
“Come again?”
“Koyama Keiichiro,” he enounced every syllable with more than adequate care. “We got drunk and messed around.”
Yoko made an appreciative noise low in his throat. “This is a bad thing?”
Ryo sighed, and to his displeasure, the napkin was nothing more than a pile of processed recycled bits on a Formica tabletop. With nothing else to do with his fingers, he started on pulling apart the bun –he wasn’t really planning on eating it anyways.
“I figure you must have noticed but he’s hot.”
“I’ve got… issues with him,” Ryo said in a small voice, and why was he doing this? He should hang up on Yoko now and pretend this all never happened. He’s so far out of his little world of Ryo, he’s almost orbiting fucking Pluto. Then, Yoko would come all this way, and kick his ass for not telling the rest of the story.
So he spilled, telling first of the night Koyama ended up at his house instead of with Kato. Then, the rather unfortunate meeting with the ‘other man’, followed by a beautifully made bento –which he still suspected Koyama bought because the other man was useless in the kitchen. Movie nights and lunches, all the little ways he’s gotten to know Koyama in the spaces in between. Then, with sufficient detail enough to make Yoko squeak and tell him to ‘stop it already’, their one night together.
“And I left him with a note saying not to worry about locking the door behind him.”
“That was cold,” Yoko commented.
“I was more than a little freaked out okay?” Ryo’s hands were gross and sticky from the insides of the bun and he didn’t have a napkin. Making a face, he sighed heavily into the phone.
“Why are you so freaked out about it?”
“I care about him. He’s… special, there is no one who takes care of Koyama, Koyama takes care of everyone,” Ryo knew he wasn’t getting his point across, so he tried harder. “I respect him.” That’s what it came down to; Ryo didn’t care much for a lot of the brainless yuppies he met, but he could say he genuinely liked Koyama. “That’s probably one of the first times I’ve done anything sexual because I wanted to make them feel good.”
Honest brutal truth. Ryo-style.
“And you managed to fuck it up right fine, too.” Equally harsh, and totally Yoko.
“I did. But what am I going to do about it?” What would Koyama do? Ryo almost snorted at the thought.
“How would I know?” Yoko almost pulled off sounding completely innocent, and this is why he wasn’t in as many dramas; his acting kind of sucked. “You could start by talking to him. I’m sure leaving him hanging like that is worse than anything you could do to him.”
“You underestimate my powers of ‘royally fucking things up’.”
Yoko snorted at that. “Well, tell Koyama to read the warning labels carefully before opening the packaging, because there is no refund.”
“Freaky metaphor.”
“Do you want my advice or not?” Ryo smiled a little to himself. “Because I can always leave you hang, so macho you can’t see how much you want this thing with Koyama to work.”
“Pussy,” Ryo hissed into the phone.
Yoko snorted. “Ungrateful bitch.”
They paused, silence and static filling in the space between them.
“Ryo,” Yoko’s voice changed, becoming something tender, no hint of a joke hiding in between the words. “You really do care for him.”
“Yeah,” he said it in a breath, like it was forced from his lungs against his will. The urge to panic washed over him; this was why he totally didn’t do this emotional shit.
“And you need to tell him about it.”
“That’s asking a bit much of macho-me isn’t it?” Sarcasm. Ryo could do sarcasm.
“Well then, channel Yasu. He could do it,” Yoko paused. “You have to tell him how you feel about him. Then, maybe next time you don’t need to get him drunk to get him laid.”
“I didn’t get him drunk for that.”
“Like hell. You just wanted to tap that ass.”
Ryo snorted. “I thought you wanted my feelings. That’s thinking with my dick.”
“Obviously, you think more with that than your brain or you wouldn’t have called me.”
“Thanks, jerk-face.”
“You’re welcome cock-sucker.”
“I’ll talk to you later?”
“Grow some balls and talk to him. Then tell me how it goes.”
“Fine.”
“Soon, Ryo.” It wasn’t often that Yoko snapped; it made Ryo flinch and he was glad that Yoko wasn’t there to see it or that would be another kick to his ass later.
“I know.”
“Bye.”
“Bye,” Ryo snapped the phone shut. Right. Standing, he brushed the remains of his napkin onto the plate, covering the remains of the pork bun. Draining the rest of his coffee in one long gulp, he picked up the plate and emptied the mush into the nearest trashcan. Leaving the café, he drew in his breath and steeled his courage.
He was Ryo Nishikido, the sexy Osaka man. Emotions did not scare him. Not one bit. Okay, maybe a little.
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Date: 2007-05-31 04:31 pm (UTC)I love this story. Ryo/Kei is such an interesting pairing to read and you write them so well. I *love* your Ryo. ♥
Thank you for sharing, and can't wait to see the last part!
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Date: 2007-05-31 08:37 pm (UTC)Ryo/Kei is a sweet pairing, they are... mature? I love Ryo too~!
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Date: 2007-05-31 04:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-31 08:38 pm (UTC)That is one huge heart =D
You must REALLY love me~! I'd give you a huge happy face -If I knew how!
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Date: 2007-05-31 04:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-31 08:40 pm (UTC)They like to banter.
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Date: 2007-05-31 05:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-31 08:43 pm (UTC)Thanks alot!
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Date: 2007-05-31 05:06 pm (UTC)I'm so happy.
I can't wait for the next part.
It's so interesting to see Ryo all emo and behaving like a girl. I am suprise that he called Yoko and not Hina. ^__^
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Date: 2007-05-31 08:47 pm (UTC)He's trying to to be emo, like a girl, like a macho-man. He called Yoko, because Yoko is my favourite JE boy! (and I don't know anything about the rest of KJ8)
Thank you!
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Date: 2007-05-31 08:06 pm (UTC)//bounces around, waiting for the next part//
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Date: 2007-05-31 08:48 pm (UTC)**evil**
Thanks for the comment~!
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Date: 2007-05-31 10:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-03 12:49 am (UTC)Thanks! \=D/
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Date: 2007-06-01 01:50 am (UTC)>.<
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Date: 2007-06-03 12:55 am (UTC)Thanks for the comment!
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Date: 2007-06-03 02:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-03 04:33 am (UTC)I knew I should have waited till I was done this to buy myself a new gameno subject
Date: 2007-06-03 09:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-01 05:48 am (UTC)Still intriguing and well written. I didn't like it as much as the first part, mostly because it seemed so one-sided. But still, one of the best reads in a while. I'm of course, waiting for the last part.
Why do I feel that Koyama was listening to a one-sided conversation, or is completely depressed now? Wheee.
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Date: 2007-06-03 12:58 am (UTC)You know what, I didn't like this as much as the first part too. It is a little one-sided because Koyama really doesn't know what going on in Ryo's mind. I'm sorry toi keep you waiting! RL got in the way.. just a little.
Thanks for the comment!
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Date: 2007-06-01 06:46 am (UTC)LOL @ the ryo/yoko part
also loved the smut
♥
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Date: 2007-06-03 12:54 am (UTC)Thanks =D!
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Date: 2007-06-01 07:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-03 12:53 am (UTC)Thanks for the comment!
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Date: 2007-06-03 03:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-03 10:04 pm (UTC)Awww... fuzzy ball of cat **flail** that's cute!
Thanks for the comment!!
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Date: 2007-06-04 06:05 am (UTC)love it to bits .. i love how you write it ..
waiting for the last chapter..
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Date: 2007-06-04 06:15 am (UTC)Awww thank you~!
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Date: 2010-02-28 09:51 pm (UTC)Yamapi trying to be all seductive and Ryo just ignoring him, gave me such great pleasure.
Ryo messing around with Koyama and leaving him hanging, hit home for me, cause sounds like something I would do, emotional crap is very scary.
The convo between Ryo and Yoko was great cause it reminded me of many convos between me and my BFF's. that's what friends do, call you on your Bullshit, you need that sometimes.
Poor Ryo, it's tough dealing with and talking about your feelings. I love the way you write Ryo.
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Date: 2010-03-21 04:15 am (UTC)“Bitch.”
“Jerk.”
and proceeded to have a 'lawlDeanandSam' moment. wanted to share my SPN geek moment. that's all.
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Date: 2010-03-21 06:10 pm (UTC)Thank you for sharing! :3