FAKE Ficlet: Getting Unstuck - Follows ‘Getting Wired’
Title: Getting Unstuck - Follows ‘ Getting Wired’
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, Ted.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Undercover gig over, Dee is faced with getting rid of the tape residue from his skin.
Word Count: 510
Written For: Challenge 310: Tape at fan_flashworks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
“Yeuch!” Dee pulled a disgusted face, yanking off the last strip of tape, wincing as he did so. It invariably hurt, tugging at skin rendered hypersensitive by the adhesive. “You’d think the damned tech guys could come up with somethin’ better than whatever the hell it is they use to keep wires in place.”
“It’s surgical tape of some kind, I think,” Ryo said, studiously looking anywhere but at his partner. They weren’t alone in the locker room and the last thing he needed was to get caught staring at Dee’s toned body as his partner scrubbed at the sticky residue the tape had left on his skin. Just thinking about his lover standing there, stripped to the waist, halfway through changing back into his own clothes was enough to make Ryo feel a bit hot and bothered. He couldn’t help it; Dee was gorgeous.
“Yeah? Well why does it always leave me itchin’ like crazy? Isn’t that stuff supposed to be non-allergenic or somethin’? And why the Hell haven’t they come up with some way of gettin’ the tape off that doesn’t leave a guy all tacky? I’m almost scared to put my shirt on in case it gets glued so tight to my chest I can’t ever get it off again.”
“I don’t think that’s likely to happen,” Ryo reassured him. “Most tape residue comes off easily enough with soap and water.”
“Tell that to this stuff,” Dee grumbled. “Man, I’m glad I don’t have to deal with chest hair; that would be sheer torture. It’s bad enough without.”
“Huh, I always thought you must wax. It’s not natural for a guy to be that smooth,” Ted commented from over by his open locker, cutting in on the conversation.
Dee snorted inelegantly. “Nope, don’t need to, but maybe you should think about havin’ it done. I’d like to see how you’d get on wearin’ a wire!” Compared to Dee and Ryo, Ted was hairy as a bear.
Ted winced. “I’ll pass, on both counts. Undercover’s not for me.” Shrugging into his jacket, he headed for the door. “See you guys tomorrow.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Dee was paying more attention to his chest than anything else.
“Goodnight, Ted.” Ryo turned to his partner as the door closed behind the other detective. “Still not done?”
“I swear those bastards used superglue on me!” Dee was still scrubbing at his skin with a damp washcloth and Ryo rolled his eyes.
“What’re you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doin’?”
“Give me that, you’re rubbing way too hard; all you’ll end up with is sore patches all over your chest!” Snatching the washcloth out of his lover’s hands, Ryo soaked it in hot water and applied plenty of soap before setting to work gently but thoroughly washing away the sticky traces.
Dee sighed, relaxing into his lover’s touch. “Damn, that feels good. Thanks, babe; don’t know what I’d do without ya.”
“Stick to your clothes most likely.” Ryo glanced up at Dee’s face. “But if anyone comes in, you’re on your own.”
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo, Ted.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Undercover gig over, Dee is faced with getting rid of the tape residue from his skin.
Word Count: 510
Written For: Challenge 310: Tape at fan_flashworks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
“Yeuch!” Dee pulled a disgusted face, yanking off the last strip of tape, wincing as he did so. It invariably hurt, tugging at skin rendered hypersensitive by the adhesive. “You’d think the damned tech guys could come up with somethin’ better than whatever the hell it is they use to keep wires in place.”
“It’s surgical tape of some kind, I think,” Ryo said, studiously looking anywhere but at his partner. They weren’t alone in the locker room and the last thing he needed was to get caught staring at Dee’s toned body as his partner scrubbed at the sticky residue the tape had left on his skin. Just thinking about his lover standing there, stripped to the waist, halfway through changing back into his own clothes was enough to make Ryo feel a bit hot and bothered. He couldn’t help it; Dee was gorgeous.
“Yeah? Well why does it always leave me itchin’ like crazy? Isn’t that stuff supposed to be non-allergenic or somethin’? And why the Hell haven’t they come up with some way of gettin’ the tape off that doesn’t leave a guy all tacky? I’m almost scared to put my shirt on in case it gets glued so tight to my chest I can’t ever get it off again.”
“I don’t think that’s likely to happen,” Ryo reassured him. “Most tape residue comes off easily enough with soap and water.”
“Tell that to this stuff,” Dee grumbled. “Man, I’m glad I don’t have to deal with chest hair; that would be sheer torture. It’s bad enough without.”
“Huh, I always thought you must wax. It’s not natural for a guy to be that smooth,” Ted commented from over by his open locker, cutting in on the conversation.
Dee snorted inelegantly. “Nope, don’t need to, but maybe you should think about havin’ it done. I’d like to see how you’d get on wearin’ a wire!” Compared to Dee and Ryo, Ted was hairy as a bear.
Ted winced. “I’ll pass, on both counts. Undercover’s not for me.” Shrugging into his jacket, he headed for the door. “See you guys tomorrow.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Dee was paying more attention to his chest than anything else.
“Goodnight, Ted.” Ryo turned to his partner as the door closed behind the other detective. “Still not done?”
“I swear those bastards used superglue on me!” Dee was still scrubbing at his skin with a damp washcloth and Ryo rolled his eyes.
“What’re you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doin’?”
“Give me that, you’re rubbing way too hard; all you’ll end up with is sore patches all over your chest!” Snatching the washcloth out of his lover’s hands, Ryo soaked it in hot water and applied plenty of soap before setting to work gently but thoroughly washing away the sticky traces.
Dee sighed, relaxing into his lover’s touch. “Damn, that feels good. Thanks, babe; don’t know what I’d do without ya.”
“Stick to your clothes most likely.” Ryo glanced up at Dee’s face. “But if anyone comes in, you’re on your own.”
The End