Title: Running The Rapids
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Ryo has introduced Dee to a lot of activities his lover had never tried before.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Paddle’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble and a half, 350 words.
Once upon a time, and really not all that long ago, Dee’s idea of a fun way to spend a few days off would have involved sleeping late, watching sport on TV, and maybe going out with friends for a couple of beers. Doing this would have never crossed his mind. It just went to show how much he’d changed since Ryo came into his life.
Not that he didn’t still enjoy having a long lie in, especially with his lover for company, but when he thought of all the time he’d wasted… Then again, how could he have known how much he’d enjoy doing stuff like this when he’d never had an opportunity, or a reason, to try until he met Ryo?
When he’d told the rest of the squad that he and Ryo would be spending their long weekend whitewater kayaking, his friends had stared at him like he’d grown an extra head. He almost felt sorry for them; they had no idea what they were missing.
Whooping with delight, he dug his paddle into the foaming water, one side and then the other, helping Ryo guide their kayak towards a narrow channel between two massive rocks. The current swept them forwards, and then they were flying through the gap and down a series of rapids, spray blowing in their faces, the sheer exhilaration taking their breath away.
Maybe they were crazy, indulging in something so hazardous when they frequently put their lives on the line doing their jobs, but it wasn’t like they were being reckless. Ryo had experience, and he’d taught Dee how to handle a kayak on smooth water their first time out before taking him down gentle rapids. After two years, Dee was as good with a paddle as his lover, and relished the challenge.
Besides, they took all the sensible precautions, wearing life jackets and helmets to protect themselves in case the kayak overturned, or tossed them out. Some rapids were like riding a bucking bronco. They usually wound up covered in bruises, but they didn’t care. The ride was always worth it.
The End