Growing Pains Final
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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, Ryo trying to talk about his feelings
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.
Total word count: 13, 000
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“Hey,” Ryo cringed; that sounded really lame even to his own ears. Koyama looked up; he tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. “Can we talk?”
“Sure,” Koyama’s eyes flicked to the other side of the room where Tego and Shige were deep in discussion over something in a magazine. Ryo gave him a half smirk and nodded at the door; they had a completely silent exchange. Koyama tilted his head to the side narrowing his eyes in question, Ryo ticked his head towards the door and mouthed ‘private’ –no freaky munchkins allowed- then finally Koyama nodded back.
“Oh, hey, Ryo,” YamaPi walkeds in through the door, he was only a few paces from leaving and Koyama faltered. Probably looking to use the other man as a way out- which is what Ryo would totally do. “I was wondering if you wanted to get some coffee.”
“Got coffee. Got lunch. Kind of busy. Seeyoulater.” Wrapping his hand around Koyama’s he tugged him out into the hall. The other was silent, trailing after him, even after he dropped Koyama’s fingers. Up a corridor, to the elevator, where they rode it to the top floor, out a door, and up a flight of stairs. His stomach butterflies had graduated from raving to an all-out industrial metal concert.
The sky spread out above and around him, threatening to suck him into the endlessness- then he really would be a star. A cool breeze blew over the rooftop; Koyama’s hand was warm on his shoulder. “Are you cold?”
Ryo could’ve almost laughed, because even after it all, Koyama was … Koyama. He worried about everyone, and had a spare smile for the man who fucked it up good.
“I’m just great,” Ryo sighed. Frowning, Koyama let his hand drop and moved to lean against the wall; Ryo crouched down. They shifted until they were both sitting side by side propped against the wall; it blocked them from the wind and gave a breathtaking view of the sky.
Resting his head on his knee, Ryo looked at Koyama through narrowed eyes; the older man was shielding his eyes and looking up into the painfully blue sky. The silence wrapped tight around them- just this side of bearable.
“I’ve got a confession to make,” Ryo said, noting the way Koyama tensed beside him.
“I’m listening.”
Ryo risking a full look sideways, Koyama wasn’t looking at him, but at the sky- he looked sad.
“You remember that night you came to my house? About a month ago now, I guess.”
“Yeah,” Koyama was chewing his bottom lip, frowning.
“I guess that’s when things changed. You know, the next day when I went out to get your wallet; I met him –your married man. He was looking for you, you know?” Ryo watched Koyama out of the corner of his eye. “I beat the shit out of the fucker and told him to leave you the hell alone.”
“You what?”
Ryo let out a short bark of laugher.
“I told him I’d rip his balls off if he ever went near you again.”
“Why?” Koyama was looking at him now, and Ryo felt a surge of panic through him; he was like a bug on a pin under that unblinking stare.
“I don’t really know,” He snorted, “it was one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done. I could’ve gotten in some deep shit for that stunt.”
“Oh.”
Licking his lips, Ryo pressed on, he wasn’t going to pussy out now, or he would really have to kick his ass later. He wanted Koyama to understand how he felt, so he could stop fucking thinking about it all the time.
“It seems every stupid move I make comes back to you.”
“Me,” Koyama’s gaze was like a closed book, and hell if Ryo had x-ray vision.
“You,” he repeated, because that was the important part. “You’ll be the death of my career.”
“Is this about last night?”
“A little,” Ryo tried a small smile. “Sorry about leaving like that, I was a little weirded out.”
“I’m pretty scary in the mornings,” Koyama agreed; still, his smile looked unsure and his humor fell a little flat in the air between them.
“No, I mean, I never wanted to sleep with a co-worker,” Ryo made a dismissive motion with his hands, trying to explain everything without ever having to say anything. “But like I said, you make me do stupid things.”
A long pause.
“Ryo,” Koyama started and in a moment of blind panic –he couldn’t stand it if Koyama shot him down before he was done- he blurted it.
“I think I love you.” He could feel his pulse, throbbing through his head, and watched as Koyama’s face flushed. The pause returned, and Ryo licked his lips that kept drying out. “I mean- I’ve never felt this way before.” Another desperate hand gesture thrown in for good measure. “That night, I realized that for all you do for everyone, who takes care of you, Koyama?”
“I’m a big boy; I can take care of myself,” Koyama played it off with a smile and Ryo shook his head.
“I want to be the one to take care of you. You’ve been like a hurricane through my life. Fuck I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore, I sound like Yasu –going on and on about my feelings for you.”
“I think that it’s kind of sweet,” Koyama ventured a hand out sideways, bless his emotionally adept heart. Ryo twined their fingers together, and it was a perfect –sappy- moment. “So you really beat him up?”
“Yeah.” Then quickly added, “And I don’t regret it either. Son of a bitch had it coming for hurting you.”
Koyama hummed in his throat, a noise that could have been his agreement.
Ryo looked at their hands, Koyama’s long fingers and his own. Then he looked into brown eyes, and for the first time, didn’t feel the urge to make fun of their shape. Bloody hell, Ryo was being tamed already.
**
Tamed, but not out of the game. Ryo made up for it by being extra foul to the juniors when he saw anyone of them next. Machismo reinforced, he could strut around and feel like he hadn’t given away his balls completely. Still during vocal practice when there was a pause and Koyama would look up thought his bangs and give him one of those slow lazy smiles, he felt like a girl all over again. Later that day YamaPi would frown at him.
‘Why are you smirking at me?’
‘I’m not smirking at you.’
‘Yeah, you are.’
‘Whatever,’ Ryo flipped him off and went to find something better to do.
In the darkness of the back of the dressing room, Koyama’s lips where hot against his neck. Ryo’s hands curled in his hair, holding him against his throat. He could feel that slow, sweet smile curving against his skin and Ryo tightened his fingers. “You drive me absolutely batshit mad.”
“I try,” Koyama wiggled, spreading his legs so Ryo fit between them and he wasn’t hunching as much as he was leaning against the other man. There was probably something to be said about the way their bodies melded together, flat planes and sharp angles lining up, but Ryo wouldn’t be the one to say it; he already had one emotional breakdown and he wasn’t going for two.
“Overachiever,” Ryo muttered, smoothing Koyama’s hair away from his forehead. Koyama twisted, bringing their lips together in a wet slick-slide that Ryo was fast coming to associate with impending pleasure.
“That’s rich, coming from you,” Koyama smiled and nuzzled his nose against Ryo’s cheek, breathing hotly on his cheek. “Hypocrite.”
“Only the best for you,” Ryo chuckled, tilting his head to give Koyama all the room he could want to lave burning kisses along his neck. “Sweet baby,” Ryo cooed, trying to pull them even closer, eliminate the last of the space between their bodies. “I’m going to take you sky high.”
“Ryo-,” Koyama’s voice cut out instantly at the sound of a door opening, the two of them springing apart as if burned by the touches.
He licked his already slick lips and brushed the back of his hand against them, trying to will away the tingling memory of Koyama’s lips tongue and teeth there.
“Hey, are you two still here?”
Ryo had to force himself to smile back at Tego’s innocent smile. He wanted to slam the door in the younger man’s face.
“Would you like to go grab some dinner?”
“No thanks, Tesshi I’ve got plans,” Ryo gave him one of his half-smirk and half-smiles. The younger man nodded at him, he’d been trained not to question the older man. “Maybe another time little man.”
“How about you, Koyama?” Tegoshi looked at the tall man, his huge eyes turned full force with liquid shining innocence. He would have to kill Tego if Koyama ditched him for the night, not when he was so close to getting laid.
“Sorry, I’m busy tonight.” He looked crestfallen, but considering what he was going home to, Ryo couldn’t bring himself to feel like an ass. “I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay, I’m sure Shoon or Massu aren’t busy.”
“Try YamaPi.”
“He went home already.” With a sigh, Tego slipped past them to grab his bag. “Almost everyone left while I was in the shower.”
“It’s all that pretty-boy hair; takes too long to wash.”
Tego stuck his tongue out.
“Hey, Koyama; give me a lift home?”
“Sure.” Sly glances were exchanged and Tego prattled on about something being seen in public with Massu’s appetite completely oblivious to the subtext in the room.
“See you later, Tesshi,” Ryo waved at him and Koyama wiggled his fingers in silent good-bye.
Koyama was pulling on his seatbelt, pushing it in place with a soft –snick- when Ryo leaned over and knotted his hands in Koyama’s hair and pulled him in for a long wet kiss. He’d been right; he was addicted to this, the texture of Koyama’s lips against his –soft and warm- and the feeling of his agile tongue –wet and slippery like a baby eel trying to push its way into his mouth.
“So, you gonna bring me home?”
Koyama grinned against his lips; slow and dirty.
“Depends,” Koyama answered; lips brushing lightly as they spoke. “What do you plan on doing there?”
“I plan to fuck you.” Ryo’s turn to smile, sharp and shark-like.
“Well. Then, I better hurry up.”
“Yeah…you do that.” Ryo brought their lips together again, loosing himself in the warm kisses; like a couple of teenagers at make out point, trying to get closer and closer without impaling someone on the stick shift or getting too tangled in the steering wheel.
Ryo figured they did rather admirably.
He was primed and so ready to go it almost hurt and the hand rubbing him though his pants was only making his hands slip on the key over and over. Koyama was using his longer arms to wrap around Ryo from behind, palming him with deft fingers, spreading heat from his groin all through his body.
“If you’d stop that...,” Ryo hissed, pushing against the hand anyways, already devising cruel ways to punish Koyama if dared to stop touching him just like that. Tumblers click into place with a tiny noise that is swallowed whole by Koyama’s soft panting in his ear. They moved as a four-legged being attached at all places humanly possible and trying not to stumble over well-known obstacles in their path. “We’re off tomorrow right?”
“Yeah, why?”
Ryo swept his right foot, catching Koyama’s and at the same time shoving at one bony shoulder, sending Koyama tumbling over a small end table and crashing into the wall. His neighbor would probably give him shit if Ryo hadn’t scared him into submission months ago. Koyama grunted; his back landing firmly against the wall, legs splayed so he was closer to Ryo’s height.
“I’m going to sleep for a day,” He tried for conversational but fell short; Koyama’s fault for looking too pretty- it shorted his acting skills about two kisses ago. He was a turkey, stuck staring up at the sky because the rain that fell looked like diamonds to his eyes. Ryo was all but ready to drown in a mouthfull of water because he couldn’t stop staring. Death by Koyama overdose.
What a way to go.
“C’mere,” Koyama shifted, spreading his legs a little wider in blatant invite. Oh yeah…
Koyama had long arms and long legs; all the better to trap Ryo with. One curled around Ryo’s waist pulling them close, the other on his chin so he could adjust the angle to better control the depth of the kiss. Since Koyama was probably the best kisser Ryo had ever met, he was more than okay with handing over control for it.
Stumbling and fumbling through their little dance, Ryo lead; right foot back pulling the other flush against his body; twisting fingers in his hair, towards the bedroom because they’ll have time for kinky sex games on the couch, table and floor later. Tomorrow, tomorrow.
Ryo pushed Koyama away when they finally reach the bedroom, and he flicked the lights on, smirking because Koyama was looking at him just like that; flushed face and pink lips glossed by saliva. His hands quickly fell to his belt, pulling and tugging on the buckle with fingers numbed by lust.
“I want to see you naked. Now,” Ryo growled, and Koyama grinned, that same lazy quirk of his lips that made Ryo’s blood run cold then hot. Long fingers slipped down to toy coyly with the hem of his shirt. Damn, he took his time slipping the gray fabric up and over his head, with a little wiggle at the end. Shifting his weight to his other foot, Ryo pulled his own shirt over his head, no flashy stripper-wannabe moves for him. Koyama’s narrow hips flicked, his pants slipping down to his knees where he kicked them off, revealing himself to Ryo’s hungry stare.
Legs. Ryo wasn’t a leg man before Koyama. Then again, before Koyama, he hadn’t thought a smile could make him feel giddy. The thing was, Koyama had this smile and these legs. Endless, miles of lean tanned leg, and smooth as can be. Leg hair was the sign of a true man, but Ryo could admit the baby smooth skin –how he liked to run his hands from ankle to hip- was one hell of a turn-on. After Koyama, he may be ruined for anyone else’s legs because never even in his fantasies has he ever seen a better set.
With Koyama’s hands above his head gripping at the headboard, knees bent and lanky body spread across his bed, he seemed sort of like a buffet laid down just for Ryo, and it would be rude not to dig right in. Lips tickled at the skin behind his left knee tongue flicking out to taste the skin, Ryo’s hands all over, all but devouring the smooth expanse of his calves and thighs.
“Do you wax?” Ryo grinned up the length of Koyama’s body –too fucking long. His tongue traced abstract patterns on the thin skin of the inside of his thighs.
“Now. Is not the time,” Koyama squirmed; wiggling under his grip.
“Totally right.”
Koyama’s legs hooked over his shoulders, Ryo laid kisses all along the underside of his cock, tracing the main vein with the tip of his tongue. “Damn, you’re always right.”
Smirking, he ran his hands down lower, kneading the smooth muscle on the back of his thighs all the way up to where they joined his ass, stopping to caress the sensitive crease and tickling the blunt tips of his fingers along. It pulled a high whining noise from the back of Koyama’s throat, so he did it again.
Koyama did this thing with his back, sort of like arching and twisting at the same time. Ryo was quite a fan of it, so he pushed his slick fingers inside the other man hard; just on the right side of painful even with ample lubricant. That, and the ways he said his name, just on the crest of a gasp almost like it hurts to say; Ryo was pretty sure there was something sadistic about how much he liked that. Of course, Koyama took it all in stride, always game to play a little rough –you’d never know just looking at him.
“OhgodRyoplease.” Koyama ground back down on his fingers, trying for the electric rush of Ryo rubbing over his prostate. “Now.”
“Alright.” With the cock-sure smile of one right on the brink of getting laid in a spectacularly amazing fashion, he leaned down and tugged on a piece of Koyama’s hair. “Roll over.”
Koyama made a strangled whimpering noise at the command arching up to him; Ryo’s smirk only grew wider.
“Yeah, just like that.” He pulled on the sharp bones until Koyama’s hips were tipped up, on his knees and forearms. He bent over the curve of Koyama’s spine to run his tongue from the top of his spine down to the base, tongue slip-sliding through sweat and saliva.
“Ryo,” Koyama whined, wiggling under his hands, desperate and ready to go. God, all the many reasons to love this man. Tearing off the foil wrapping on the condom, he rolled it down with haste; applying a quick layer of lube and trying not to linger over his own touch. Koyama looked totally perfect like that, all graceful long lines and tempting skin.
“Shhh, I know.” Ryo feathered fingertips down Koyama’s shivering sides, using one arm to wrap around Koyama’s middle while other was guiding himself into the tightslickheat “Shit, Koyama.”
Later, if Koyama ever brought it up, Ryo would vehemently deny ever making these whimpering noises. But it felt like every band of muscle inside the other man was squeezing him, trying to milk him to an early orgasm.
Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?
He started shallow, moving his hips in a tightly controlled rocking motion. Koyama whimpered and tugged at the sheets. Ryo licked at dry lips and bent to press a wet kiss to one sharp shoulder blade. He thrust harder for the next one, and Koyama’s body started to answer him, coming alive under his hands.
Slick-slide. Push-pull. Ryo could’ve died right then. He thought he was high on Koyama before, now he was right on his way to a fatal overdose. There was so much sensation his brain was melting, pooling low in his belly and getting ready to make the leap out his dick. Didn’t Yoko once tell him he was going to fuck out his last two brain cells? It was either that or sell his soul to the devil to finally beat YamaPi in a popularity contest.
“Harder,” Koyama made his noise, half caught between a gasp and a moan, and Ryo reacted on instinct, pushing every last ounce of energy he had into fucking Koyama into the bed. The play of light on muscle, Koyama’s back spread before him, the longer bits of hair sticking to the sweat on his neck was hypnotizing. “Ryo,” he said, drawing out the end of his name into endless almost broken syllables.
He was teetering right on the edge, waiting for the finale; like standing on the end of a massive cliff looking over the end and feeling the rush of vertigo, making his head spin and his dick ache. So fucking close, he could taste the flash of debilitating pleasure.
“Oh,” Koyama gasped, his entire body going rigid for a moment, and Ryo’s heart thundered in his ears. Snapping his hips forward, pushing in as deep as humanly possible, he came so hard he thought he may have gone blind from it.
In time, the buzz receded, and his back protested the rather vigorous activity. He grunted because it was always unpleasant to pull himself out –as much for Koyama as him, if the whining sound he made was any indication. Tying off the condom, he tossed it at the garbage, not really caring if he missed or not because he just shot his fucking spinal column out his dick, now he needed to curl up and go right the fuck to sleep and his night would be perfect.
“So,” Koyama’s voice was barely above a whisper, rolled onto his side so he could reach the tissues on the nightstand to clean his hand off with. Ryo blinked at him, tired but in no mood to be cranky and mostly still kind of high on endorphins and Koyama.
“So?” Ryo curled around him, kicking down the sheets so he could pull them up over them and therefore avoid the need to get up in the middle of the night to turn down the AC because that really sucked. When Koyama didn’t seem to want to continue, Ryo pinched his arm. “What?”
“Nothing, I guess I just feel really happy,” Koyama smiled at him, and that melty feeling started up all over again.
“Sex does that.” Ryo could feel Koyama’s giggle in every part of them that was touching, and he had to smile in return.
“I mean. I didn’t know…,” Koyama sighed, his breath stirring Ryo’s black hair as the other tucked himself under Koyama’s chin. “I mean. I think I love you.”
Ryo’s initial response of Oh, god not sharing is caring time again’ died on his lips with those words; echoing his own confession from before. Koyama’s heartbeat was steady and reassuring under his hand and he paused a moment before answering. “Yeah, I think I love you too.”
Koyama seemed to see right through the sarcasm in the comment because he relaxed in Ryo’s grip; content.
“You know. While we’re on the topic of our totally girly romance…”
“Girly?”
“You’re totally a chick,” Ryo smirked, feeling Koyama’s smile against his hair. “Anyways. Do you know what a perfect end to this is?”
“Please don’t say flashy double-suicide. Think of all the fans you’d leave!”
Ryo pinched him again. Too much time together; his snarky nature was catching on.
“Fuck you, no.” His smile was pressed to Koyama’s collarbone. “A honeymoon in Vegas. What else?”
They broke out in giggles, Ryo having to pull his head away to not suffocate himself against Koyama. They were lying side by side naked in the room which reeked of sex, and Ryo was perfectly content.
“Johnny’ll never approve of that.”
“If I threaten to quit he’ll let me do whatever the hell I want,” Ryo smirked. He was, after all, Ryo Nishikido.
Pairing: Ryo/Koyama
Chapter: 2/3
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Boy!secks, filthy language, little bits of sexy fun, Ryo trying to talk about his feelings
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.
Total word count: 13, 000
As per last time,
crux_australis is the reason you can read this!“Hey,” Ryo cringed; that sounded really lame even to his own ears. Koyama looked up; he tucked a piece of hair behind his ear. “Can we talk?”
“Sure,” Koyama’s eyes flicked to the other side of the room where Tego and Shige were deep in discussion over something in a magazine. Ryo gave him a half smirk and nodded at the door; they had a completely silent exchange. Koyama tilted his head to the side narrowing his eyes in question, Ryo ticked his head towards the door and mouthed ‘private’ –no freaky munchkins allowed- then finally Koyama nodded back.
“Oh, hey, Ryo,” YamaPi walkeds in through the door, he was only a few paces from leaving and Koyama faltered. Probably looking to use the other man as a way out- which is what Ryo would totally do. “I was wondering if you wanted to get some coffee.”
“Got coffee. Got lunch. Kind of busy. Seeyoulater.” Wrapping his hand around Koyama’s he tugged him out into the hall. The other was silent, trailing after him, even after he dropped Koyama’s fingers. Up a corridor, to the elevator, where they rode it to the top floor, out a door, and up a flight of stairs. His stomach butterflies had graduated from raving to an all-out industrial metal concert.
The sky spread out above and around him, threatening to suck him into the endlessness- then he really would be a star. A cool breeze blew over the rooftop; Koyama’s hand was warm on his shoulder. “Are you cold?”
Ryo could’ve almost laughed, because even after it all, Koyama was … Koyama. He worried about everyone, and had a spare smile for the man who fucked it up good.
“I’m just great,” Ryo sighed. Frowning, Koyama let his hand drop and moved to lean against the wall; Ryo crouched down. They shifted until they were both sitting side by side propped against the wall; it blocked them from the wind and gave a breathtaking view of the sky.
Resting his head on his knee, Ryo looked at Koyama through narrowed eyes; the older man was shielding his eyes and looking up into the painfully blue sky. The silence wrapped tight around them- just this side of bearable.
“I’ve got a confession to make,” Ryo said, noting the way Koyama tensed beside him.
“I’m listening.”
Ryo risking a full look sideways, Koyama wasn’t looking at him, but at the sky- he looked sad.
“You remember that night you came to my house? About a month ago now, I guess.”
“Yeah,” Koyama was chewing his bottom lip, frowning.
“I guess that’s when things changed. You know, the next day when I went out to get your wallet; I met him –your married man. He was looking for you, you know?” Ryo watched Koyama out of the corner of his eye. “I beat the shit out of the fucker and told him to leave you the hell alone.”
“You what?”
Ryo let out a short bark of laugher.
“I told him I’d rip his balls off if he ever went near you again.”
“Why?” Koyama was looking at him now, and Ryo felt a surge of panic through him; he was like a bug on a pin under that unblinking stare.
“I don’t really know,” He snorted, “it was one of the stupidest things I’ve ever done. I could’ve gotten in some deep shit for that stunt.”
“Oh.”
Licking his lips, Ryo pressed on, he wasn’t going to pussy out now, or he would really have to kick his ass later. He wanted Koyama to understand how he felt, so he could stop fucking thinking about it all the time.
“It seems every stupid move I make comes back to you.”
“Me,” Koyama’s gaze was like a closed book, and hell if Ryo had x-ray vision.
“You,” he repeated, because that was the important part. “You’ll be the death of my career.”
“Is this about last night?”
“A little,” Ryo tried a small smile. “Sorry about leaving like that, I was a little weirded out.”
“I’m pretty scary in the mornings,” Koyama agreed; still, his smile looked unsure and his humor fell a little flat in the air between them.
“No, I mean, I never wanted to sleep with a co-worker,” Ryo made a dismissive motion with his hands, trying to explain everything without ever having to say anything. “But like I said, you make me do stupid things.”
A long pause.
“Ryo,” Koyama started and in a moment of blind panic –he couldn’t stand it if Koyama shot him down before he was done- he blurted it.
“I think I love you.” He could feel his pulse, throbbing through his head, and watched as Koyama’s face flushed. The pause returned, and Ryo licked his lips that kept drying out. “I mean- I’ve never felt this way before.” Another desperate hand gesture thrown in for good measure. “That night, I realized that for all you do for everyone, who takes care of you, Koyama?”
“I’m a big boy; I can take care of myself,” Koyama played it off with a smile and Ryo shook his head.
“I want to be the one to take care of you. You’ve been like a hurricane through my life. Fuck I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore, I sound like Yasu –going on and on about my feelings for you.”
“I think that it’s kind of sweet,” Koyama ventured a hand out sideways, bless his emotionally adept heart. Ryo twined their fingers together, and it was a perfect –sappy- moment. “So you really beat him up?”
“Yeah.” Then quickly added, “And I don’t regret it either. Son of a bitch had it coming for hurting you.”
Koyama hummed in his throat, a noise that could have been his agreement.
Ryo looked at their hands, Koyama’s long fingers and his own. Then he looked into brown eyes, and for the first time, didn’t feel the urge to make fun of their shape. Bloody hell, Ryo was being tamed already.
**
Tamed, but not out of the game. Ryo made up for it by being extra foul to the juniors when he saw anyone of them next. Machismo reinforced, he could strut around and feel like he hadn’t given away his balls completely. Still during vocal practice when there was a pause and Koyama would look up thought his bangs and give him one of those slow lazy smiles, he felt like a girl all over again. Later that day YamaPi would frown at him.
‘Why are you smirking at me?’
‘I’m not smirking at you.’
‘Yeah, you are.’
‘Whatever,’ Ryo flipped him off and went to find something better to do.
In the darkness of the back of the dressing room, Koyama’s lips where hot against his neck. Ryo’s hands curled in his hair, holding him against his throat. He could feel that slow, sweet smile curving against his skin and Ryo tightened his fingers. “You drive me absolutely batshit mad.”
“I try,” Koyama wiggled, spreading his legs so Ryo fit between them and he wasn’t hunching as much as he was leaning against the other man. There was probably something to be said about the way their bodies melded together, flat planes and sharp angles lining up, but Ryo wouldn’t be the one to say it; he already had one emotional breakdown and he wasn’t going for two.
“Overachiever,” Ryo muttered, smoothing Koyama’s hair away from his forehead. Koyama twisted, bringing their lips together in a wet slick-slide that Ryo was fast coming to associate with impending pleasure.
“That’s rich, coming from you,” Koyama smiled and nuzzled his nose against Ryo’s cheek, breathing hotly on his cheek. “Hypocrite.”
“Only the best for you,” Ryo chuckled, tilting his head to give Koyama all the room he could want to lave burning kisses along his neck. “Sweet baby,” Ryo cooed, trying to pull them even closer, eliminate the last of the space between their bodies. “I’m going to take you sky high.”
“Ryo-,” Koyama’s voice cut out instantly at the sound of a door opening, the two of them springing apart as if burned by the touches.
He licked his already slick lips and brushed the back of his hand against them, trying to will away the tingling memory of Koyama’s lips tongue and teeth there.
“Hey, are you two still here?”
Ryo had to force himself to smile back at Tego’s innocent smile. He wanted to slam the door in the younger man’s face.
“Would you like to go grab some dinner?”
“No thanks, Tesshi I’ve got plans,” Ryo gave him one of his half-smirk and half-smiles. The younger man nodded at him, he’d been trained not to question the older man. “Maybe another time little man.”
“How about you, Koyama?” Tegoshi looked at the tall man, his huge eyes turned full force with liquid shining innocence. He would have to kill Tego if Koyama ditched him for the night, not when he was so close to getting laid.
“Sorry, I’m busy tonight.” He looked crestfallen, but considering what he was going home to, Ryo couldn’t bring himself to feel like an ass. “I’m really sorry.”
“It’s okay, I’m sure Shoon or Massu aren’t busy.”
“Try YamaPi.”
“He went home already.” With a sigh, Tego slipped past them to grab his bag. “Almost everyone left while I was in the shower.”
“It’s all that pretty-boy hair; takes too long to wash.”
Tego stuck his tongue out.
“Hey, Koyama; give me a lift home?”
“Sure.” Sly glances were exchanged and Tego prattled on about something being seen in public with Massu’s appetite completely oblivious to the subtext in the room.
“See you later, Tesshi,” Ryo waved at him and Koyama wiggled his fingers in silent good-bye.
Koyama was pulling on his seatbelt, pushing it in place with a soft –snick- when Ryo leaned over and knotted his hands in Koyama’s hair and pulled him in for a long wet kiss. He’d been right; he was addicted to this, the texture of Koyama’s lips against his –soft and warm- and the feeling of his agile tongue –wet and slippery like a baby eel trying to push its way into his mouth.
“So, you gonna bring me home?”
Koyama grinned against his lips; slow and dirty.
“Depends,” Koyama answered; lips brushing lightly as they spoke. “What do you plan on doing there?”
“I plan to fuck you.” Ryo’s turn to smile, sharp and shark-like.
“Well. Then, I better hurry up.”
“Yeah…you do that.” Ryo brought their lips together again, loosing himself in the warm kisses; like a couple of teenagers at make out point, trying to get closer and closer without impaling someone on the stick shift or getting too tangled in the steering wheel.
Ryo figured they did rather admirably.
He was primed and so ready to go it almost hurt and the hand rubbing him though his pants was only making his hands slip on the key over and over. Koyama was using his longer arms to wrap around Ryo from behind, palming him with deft fingers, spreading heat from his groin all through his body.
“If you’d stop that...,” Ryo hissed, pushing against the hand anyways, already devising cruel ways to punish Koyama if dared to stop touching him just like that. Tumblers click into place with a tiny noise that is swallowed whole by Koyama’s soft panting in his ear. They moved as a four-legged being attached at all places humanly possible and trying not to stumble over well-known obstacles in their path. “We’re off tomorrow right?”
“Yeah, why?”
Ryo swept his right foot, catching Koyama’s and at the same time shoving at one bony shoulder, sending Koyama tumbling over a small end table and crashing into the wall. His neighbor would probably give him shit if Ryo hadn’t scared him into submission months ago. Koyama grunted; his back landing firmly against the wall, legs splayed so he was closer to Ryo’s height.
“I’m going to sleep for a day,” He tried for conversational but fell short; Koyama’s fault for looking too pretty- it shorted his acting skills about two kisses ago. He was a turkey, stuck staring up at the sky because the rain that fell looked like diamonds to his eyes. Ryo was all but ready to drown in a mouthfull of water because he couldn’t stop staring. Death by Koyama overdose.
What a way to go.
“C’mere,” Koyama shifted, spreading his legs a little wider in blatant invite. Oh yeah…
Koyama had long arms and long legs; all the better to trap Ryo with. One curled around Ryo’s waist pulling them close, the other on his chin so he could adjust the angle to better control the depth of the kiss. Since Koyama was probably the best kisser Ryo had ever met, he was more than okay with handing over control for it.
Stumbling and fumbling through their little dance, Ryo lead; right foot back pulling the other flush against his body; twisting fingers in his hair, towards the bedroom because they’ll have time for kinky sex games on the couch, table and floor later. Tomorrow, tomorrow.
Ryo pushed Koyama away when they finally reach the bedroom, and he flicked the lights on, smirking because Koyama was looking at him just like that; flushed face and pink lips glossed by saliva. His hands quickly fell to his belt, pulling and tugging on the buckle with fingers numbed by lust.
“I want to see you naked. Now,” Ryo growled, and Koyama grinned, that same lazy quirk of his lips that made Ryo’s blood run cold then hot. Long fingers slipped down to toy coyly with the hem of his shirt. Damn, he took his time slipping the gray fabric up and over his head, with a little wiggle at the end. Shifting his weight to his other foot, Ryo pulled his own shirt over his head, no flashy stripper-wannabe moves for him. Koyama’s narrow hips flicked, his pants slipping down to his knees where he kicked them off, revealing himself to Ryo’s hungry stare.
Legs. Ryo wasn’t a leg man before Koyama. Then again, before Koyama, he hadn’t thought a smile could make him feel giddy. The thing was, Koyama had this smile and these legs. Endless, miles of lean tanned leg, and smooth as can be. Leg hair was the sign of a true man, but Ryo could admit the baby smooth skin –how he liked to run his hands from ankle to hip- was one hell of a turn-on. After Koyama, he may be ruined for anyone else’s legs because never even in his fantasies has he ever seen a better set.
With Koyama’s hands above his head gripping at the headboard, knees bent and lanky body spread across his bed, he seemed sort of like a buffet laid down just for Ryo, and it would be rude not to dig right in. Lips tickled at the skin behind his left knee tongue flicking out to taste the skin, Ryo’s hands all over, all but devouring the smooth expanse of his calves and thighs.
“Do you wax?” Ryo grinned up the length of Koyama’s body –too fucking long. His tongue traced abstract patterns on the thin skin of the inside of his thighs.
“Now. Is not the time,” Koyama squirmed; wiggling under his grip.
“Totally right.”
Koyama’s legs hooked over his shoulders, Ryo laid kisses all along the underside of his cock, tracing the main vein with the tip of his tongue. “Damn, you’re always right.”
Smirking, he ran his hands down lower, kneading the smooth muscle on the back of his thighs all the way up to where they joined his ass, stopping to caress the sensitive crease and tickling the blunt tips of his fingers along. It pulled a high whining noise from the back of Koyama’s throat, so he did it again.
Koyama did this thing with his back, sort of like arching and twisting at the same time. Ryo was quite a fan of it, so he pushed his slick fingers inside the other man hard; just on the right side of painful even with ample lubricant. That, and the ways he said his name, just on the crest of a gasp almost like it hurts to say; Ryo was pretty sure there was something sadistic about how much he liked that. Of course, Koyama took it all in stride, always game to play a little rough –you’d never know just looking at him.
“OhgodRyoplease.” Koyama ground back down on his fingers, trying for the electric rush of Ryo rubbing over his prostate. “Now.”
“Alright.” With the cock-sure smile of one right on the brink of getting laid in a spectacularly amazing fashion, he leaned down and tugged on a piece of Koyama’s hair. “Roll over.”
Koyama made a strangled whimpering noise at the command arching up to him; Ryo’s smirk only grew wider.
“Yeah, just like that.” He pulled on the sharp bones until Koyama’s hips were tipped up, on his knees and forearms. He bent over the curve of Koyama’s spine to run his tongue from the top of his spine down to the base, tongue slip-sliding through sweat and saliva.
“Ryo,” Koyama whined, wiggling under his hands, desperate and ready to go. God, all the many reasons to love this man. Tearing off the foil wrapping on the condom, he rolled it down with haste; applying a quick layer of lube and trying not to linger over his own touch. Koyama looked totally perfect like that, all graceful long lines and tempting skin.
“Shhh, I know.” Ryo feathered fingertips down Koyama’s shivering sides, using one arm to wrap around Koyama’s middle while other was guiding himself into the tightslickheat “Shit, Koyama.”
Later, if Koyama ever brought it up, Ryo would vehemently deny ever making these whimpering noises. But it felt like every band of muscle inside the other man was squeezing him, trying to milk him to an early orgasm.
Wouldn’t that be embarrassing?
He started shallow, moving his hips in a tightly controlled rocking motion. Koyama whimpered and tugged at the sheets. Ryo licked at dry lips and bent to press a wet kiss to one sharp shoulder blade. He thrust harder for the next one, and Koyama’s body started to answer him, coming alive under his hands.
Slick-slide. Push-pull. Ryo could’ve died right then. He thought he was high on Koyama before, now he was right on his way to a fatal overdose. There was so much sensation his brain was melting, pooling low in his belly and getting ready to make the leap out his dick. Didn’t Yoko once tell him he was going to fuck out his last two brain cells? It was either that or sell his soul to the devil to finally beat YamaPi in a popularity contest.
“Harder,” Koyama made his noise, half caught between a gasp and a moan, and Ryo reacted on instinct, pushing every last ounce of energy he had into fucking Koyama into the bed. The play of light on muscle, Koyama’s back spread before him, the longer bits of hair sticking to the sweat on his neck was hypnotizing. “Ryo,” he said, drawing out the end of his name into endless almost broken syllables.
He was teetering right on the edge, waiting for the finale; like standing on the end of a massive cliff looking over the end and feeling the rush of vertigo, making his head spin and his dick ache. So fucking close, he could taste the flash of debilitating pleasure.
“Oh,” Koyama gasped, his entire body going rigid for a moment, and Ryo’s heart thundered in his ears. Snapping his hips forward, pushing in as deep as humanly possible, he came so hard he thought he may have gone blind from it.
In time, the buzz receded, and his back protested the rather vigorous activity. He grunted because it was always unpleasant to pull himself out –as much for Koyama as him, if the whining sound he made was any indication. Tying off the condom, he tossed it at the garbage, not really caring if he missed or not because he just shot his fucking spinal column out his dick, now he needed to curl up and go right the fuck to sleep and his night would be perfect.
“So,” Koyama’s voice was barely above a whisper, rolled onto his side so he could reach the tissues on the nightstand to clean his hand off with. Ryo blinked at him, tired but in no mood to be cranky and mostly still kind of high on endorphins and Koyama.
“So?” Ryo curled around him, kicking down the sheets so he could pull them up over them and therefore avoid the need to get up in the middle of the night to turn down the AC because that really sucked. When Koyama didn’t seem to want to continue, Ryo pinched his arm. “What?”
“Nothing, I guess I just feel really happy,” Koyama smiled at him, and that melty feeling started up all over again.
“Sex does that.” Ryo could feel Koyama’s giggle in every part of them that was touching, and he had to smile in return.
“I mean. I didn’t know…,” Koyama sighed, his breath stirring Ryo’s black hair as the other tucked himself under Koyama’s chin. “I mean. I think I love you.”
Ryo’s initial response of Oh, god not sharing is caring time again’ died on his lips with those words; echoing his own confession from before. Koyama’s heartbeat was steady and reassuring under his hand and he paused a moment before answering. “Yeah, I think I love you too.”
Koyama seemed to see right through the sarcasm in the comment because he relaxed in Ryo’s grip; content.
“You know. While we’re on the topic of our totally girly romance…”
“Girly?”
“You’re totally a chick,” Ryo smirked, feeling Koyama’s smile against his hair. “Anyways. Do you know what a perfect end to this is?”
“Please don’t say flashy double-suicide. Think of all the fans you’d leave!”
Ryo pinched him again. Too much time together; his snarky nature was catching on.
“Fuck you, no.” His smile was pressed to Koyama’s collarbone. “A honeymoon in Vegas. What else?”
They broke out in giggles, Ryo having to pull his head away to not suffocate himself against Koyama. They were lying side by side naked in the room which reeked of sex, and Ryo was perfectly content.
“Johnny’ll never approve of that.”
“If I threaten to quit he’ll let me do whatever the hell I want,” Ryo smirked. He was, after all, Ryo Nishikido.
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Date: 2007-06-05 04:32 pm (UTC)“If I threaten to quit he’ll let me do whatever the hell I want,” Ryo smirked. He was, after all, Ryo Nishikido.
SO TRUE... it's awesome and hot way to end a cool fic like that.... -needs to wash brain wif dettol or else brain would continue to run those words like a movie-
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Date: 2007-06-05 05:24 pm (UTC)Thanks for the comment~!
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Date: 2007-06-05 04:32 pm (UTC)if not, maybe a sequel!XDno subject
Date: 2007-06-05 05:25 pm (UTC)Thanks for the comment!
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Date: 2007-06-05 04:51 pm (UTC)They can be hot, weird and even disturbing. But they always have an element of..fuzz? warmth? sappychickflicsappiness? Squeefulness? My minimal vocabulary fails me. *___*
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Date: 2007-06-05 05:27 pm (UTC)Thanks for following this~!
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Date: 2007-06-05 07:26 pm (UTC)...WAIT, NO. If there would be more it'll lose the specialness or greatness or whatever amazing-ness it is.
you write them so well, omg. your Ryo is just so... RYO, all snarky and kind of an ass [but adorable ass!], and your Kouyama is just as great. please have my babies. or cookies. I don't care, have whatever you want, you allready have my soul and eternal whorship anyway.
OMGSQUEE.
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Date: 2007-06-05 09:24 pm (UTC)I think I can handle worship tooWell can't there be a litte more Ryo/Koyama? It's special in a super-shiny-omgflail kind of way~!
Thanks for the comment it made my day~
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Date: 2007-06-05 07:45 pm (UTC)This was just. so fucking awesome. You already won over my little heart with the first chapter and just.. asldsdlkfgasdjg. ♥ Srsly. I think the fic broke my brain or something because atm everything I can think is like zomgryokeihotzomgzomgsomuchwinandjustahryokeiii. Or sth like that :D
.. I think I'm going to read it again. Now. Because.. just.. because. ♥
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Date: 2007-06-05 09:29 pm (UTC)You know what, it broke mine- you try and get in Ryo's head for 30 pages~♥
=DDDDDDDDDDDDDD I'm glad I could
convertoffer you a good read.Thanks for the comment, and you are forgiven
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Date: 2007-06-05 09:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-05 09:43 pm (UTC)WITH PINK ICING.
If you, ya-know like my writing go ahead and friend the journal this is posted at. Or you could add this journal, I'm a friend-whore.Your Ryo icon is shiny *__* Sunglasses!kink.
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Date: 2007-06-06 02:52 pm (UTC)Haha~ *runs off to friend the journal* :D You know, I already had it in my bookmarks thingie~ :D ♥
hell yes ♥ But emo!ryo is love too 8D
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Date: 2007-06-05 07:52 pm (UTC)//GLOMPS//
ILU. But you already know that. XDDD
<33333
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Date: 2007-06-05 09:30 pm (UTC)IT's DOOOOOOOONE!!!
ILU2~!!!
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Date: 2007-06-05 10:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-06 02:50 am (UTC)Tho he would happily go down on both knees.Thanks =D
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Date: 2007-06-06 02:10 am (UTC)BRAIN. MELTING. LIKE. RYO'S.
OH GOD.
Thank you SO much. Keiishikido is exactly what I needed to brighten up my day!
The Ryo snark and the Koyama pretty. Just. I.
Best pairing ever
Beautiful. This is a great mini series!
:D
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Date: 2007-06-06 02:53 am (UTC)Keiishikido is like... my shinging star of happy *_*!
Thanks alot! I'm glad you enjoyed it
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Date: 2007-06-06 02:32 am (UTC)OMG .. i lack of words..
but but YOU DONE GREEEAAAATTTTTTTT
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Date: 2007-06-06 02:54 am (UTC)Thanks alot! I'm glad you followed this as you did. It was really encouraging!
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Date: 2007-06-06 05:37 am (UTC)keep up th egood work ne~
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Date: 2007-06-06 03:00 am (UTC)like thai chilli sauceno subject
Date: 2007-06-06 03:53 am (UTC)=D Thanks!
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Date: 2007-06-06 03:17 am (UTC)xD
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Date: 2007-06-06 03:54 am (UTC)Thanks
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Date: 2007-06-06 03:17 am (UTC)Okay, no more of things like this before work for me. Seriously. I am going to be distracted for half the day! ^_^
God, that was... well.
Incoherent, much? XD *faceplam*
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Date: 2007-06-06 03:57 am (UTC)Horray! I'm glad you liked it!
Thanks for dropping a comment, makes me feel all fuzzy and special XD
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Date: 2007-06-06 06:12 am (UTC)Whatever, though, I enjoyed reading that. A fitting end to the story. =)
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Date: 2007-06-06 11:31 am (UTC)But they are *so* pretty together.
Thank you for reading and commenting =D
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Date: 2007-06-06 07:00 am (UTC)Just. Awesome. ♥
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Date: 2007-06-06 11:33 am (UTC)Oh thanks ^//^ I'm glad you liked it~!
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Date: 2007-06-06 07:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-06 11:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-06 02:27 pm (UTC)And like I said, congrats on finishing it <3333 XD
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Date: 2007-06-06 02:45 pm (UTC)OH GOD THE SPARKLES BURN MY EYES. And I like it 8D!
Yeah, it ate my brain. But not so bad that I couldn't write Nakanishi p0rn last night. But I am getting ready to go out and play with my friends, so I'm not posting it XD I leave you in suspence.
That and when we are both online next get me to explain my newest idea to you. M'kay?!
SQUEE Thanks.
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Date: 2007-06-09 03:32 am (UTC)I laughed at that line sooooo much
I alt+3 you so much....
you finish the brain muncher!!!
and it included hot....hot...steamy...ryo and koyama...
together as well!!!
I loved tego and the talking about massu and his food@@@
loved it all./..!!!!
meow!!
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Date: 2007-06-09 03:51 am (UTC)I alt+3 you too. Can we like, not make the heart on the laptop? Pressing alt+3 does nothing... ; ;
Boy!secks?! Yes, there was boy!secks.
You *know* Massu is hardcore and so cool it /hurts/
//Insert kangaroo noise here//
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Date: 2007-06-09 04:27 am (UTC)It does do something whne you push Alt+3 *insert noise here*
I love HC MASSUUUUUUUU!!!
he is love
SALMON!