[06.] Peek-a-Boo {1/1}
Title: Peek-a-Boo
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryo x Tegoshi
Word Count: 857
Summary: His life seems to be more and more about this; getting all the things Tegoshi loves and presenting them on a silver platter, his prize being Tegoshi's pleased smile, a brightening of his eyes. The occasional hug. Nothing more, nothing less, but maybe they are heading somewhere with this. Maybe.
"Ne, Ryo-tan," Tegoshi is saying, slurring the words and somehow managing to do it adorably. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"
Ryo can't look at him, so he looks at Yamapi instead, Yamapi across the table, chatting with Koyama, all over-bright eyes and big gestures and Koyama's hair falling in his eyes as he keeps nodding enthusiastically to whatever drunken nonsense Yamapi is telling him. They look about a mile away and Ryo feels alone. Alone with Tegoshi. Their thighs brushing as they sit next to each other, pressed up against each other with too much space left beside the both of them and none between their bodies.
Tegoshi is looking at him. "Can I?"
"Massu will be sad," Ryo blurts, adds; "I'm rooming with Pi," like anyone gives a shit -- Pi doesn't and Tegoshi doesn't and Ryo, Ryo certainly does and that's just the heart of the problem. He cares too much, too fucking much for his own good.
This is not good for his heart. Tegoshi is not good for his heart. Tegoshi, who is pouting and being generally adorable and sad; sad because Ryo refused him. Only Ryo knows that's not true; Tegoshi isn't sad, Tegoshi is at the intricate process of convincing him. It's those eyes, that tilt of the head in that certain angle and Tegoshi's hand creeping up his thigh, his nails scratching over rough denim ever so lightly.
"Massu won't mind. He's asleep," Tegoshi says, walking two of his fingers up-down-up-down the length of Ryo's thigh like obedient little soldiers, making Ryo shudder.
Massu won't mind, which is probably true. Massu is simple enough that way, and also stronger than Ryo (though Ryo wouldn't be caught dead admitting that). Massu doesn't have claims on Tegoshi. Not the way Ryo does. It scares him, sometimes; how crazy Tegoshi makes him.
"Ryo-tan, please?" Tegoshi is whispering. When Ryo looks at him, he's watching Yamapi and Koyama, not Ryo. Ryo is relieved as well as disappointed, his stomach doing funny little flip-flops.
"You should sleep it off, Tego-nyan," he says. "Long day tomorrow."
"I won't be tired!" Tegoshi promises and turns the doe-eyes Ryo's way again, smiles at him sweetly.
"Yeah, I bet you won't," Ryo doesn't say; "you're not the one I'm worried about here."
Crazy. He's going crazy and he can't blame anyone but Tegoshi for it.
***
"Ryo-tan." A new day, a new town, but it's that smile, that tone, that tilt of the head in that certain angle. "Ryo-tan, teach me guitar."
Ryo laughs, lets his fingers rest across the strings, spread. "Why the sudden interest?"
Tegoshi shrugs, the motion sending the neck of his shirt askew. Ryo reaches up and rights it, a thoughtless, fleeting gesture and the tips of his fingers brushing soft soft skin. Ryo does this a lot; rights Tegoshi's clothes, his words. His imperfections.
Ryo does this a lot. Maybe a bit too much for comfort. His or Tegoshi's, Ryo doesn't know.
Tegoshi beams. "Ne, Ryo-tan. Teach me."
"Okay, whatever," Ryo sighs and pats the bench next to him.
***
The place is dark and crowded, noisy with sudden flashes of too-bright light not unlike a camera going off. It makes Ryo twitchy, the unexpected quality of it. It makes him feel exposed. On the spot. He doesn't know why that bothers him, why now. It's also full of college kids; bubbly and thoughtless, party people. They make Ryo feel old and jaded, out of place. They remind him of things he'd missed, things he could have done a few years ago. But maybe it's better this way.
Ryo wouldn't have chosen this place, but Tegoshi loves it and Ryo loves it when Tegoshi loves something. His life seems to be more and more about this; getting all the things Tegoshi loves and presenting them on a silver platter, his prize being Tegoshi's pleased smile, a brightening of his eyes. The occasional hug. Nothing more, nothing less, but maybe they are heading somewhere with this.
Maybe.
Ryo doesn't know. Tegoshi doesn't tell. Tegoshi is a terrible little tease that way and Ryo, he loves him for it.
Maybe Ryo is a moron.
Maybe.
"Ne, Ryo-tan," Tegoshi says. His lips are right by Ryo's ear, his body pressed up against Ryo's as he sways to the music, something raw and corny and pointlessy sexual. Something Jin would write. If they play LoveJuice, Ryo is out of here.
"Ryo-tan."
"Yes?" Ryo asks belatedly, trying to resist the urge to bite his lip when Tegoshi glances at his mouth.
Tegoshi smiles, a flutter of thick lashes and his eyes seem brighter in the dim light. Ryo knows this look. God, does he know this look. "Take me home?" Tegoshi asks, sweetly, lacing his fingers with Ryo's.
Ryo swallows and lets himself be pulled along.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryo x Tegoshi
Word Count: 857
Summary: His life seems to be more and more about this; getting all the things Tegoshi loves and presenting them on a silver platter, his prize being Tegoshi's pleased smile, a brightening of his eyes. The occasional hug. Nothing more, nothing less, but maybe they are heading somewhere with this. Maybe.
"Ne, Ryo-tan," Tegoshi is saying, slurring the words and somehow managing to do it adorably. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"
Ryo can't look at him, so he looks at Yamapi instead, Yamapi across the table, chatting with Koyama, all over-bright eyes and big gestures and Koyama's hair falling in his eyes as he keeps nodding enthusiastically to whatever drunken nonsense Yamapi is telling him. They look about a mile away and Ryo feels alone. Alone with Tegoshi. Their thighs brushing as they sit next to each other, pressed up against each other with too much space left beside the both of them and none between their bodies.
Tegoshi is looking at him. "Can I?"
"Massu will be sad," Ryo blurts, adds; "I'm rooming with Pi," like anyone gives a shit -- Pi doesn't and Tegoshi doesn't and Ryo, Ryo certainly does and that's just the heart of the problem. He cares too much, too fucking much for his own good.
This is not good for his heart. Tegoshi is not good for his heart. Tegoshi, who is pouting and being generally adorable and sad; sad because Ryo refused him. Only Ryo knows that's not true; Tegoshi isn't sad, Tegoshi is at the intricate process of convincing him. It's those eyes, that tilt of the head in that certain angle and Tegoshi's hand creeping up his thigh, his nails scratching over rough denim ever so lightly.
"Massu won't mind. He's asleep," Tegoshi says, walking two of his fingers up-down-up-down the length of Ryo's thigh like obedient little soldiers, making Ryo shudder.
Massu won't mind, which is probably true. Massu is simple enough that way, and also stronger than Ryo (though Ryo wouldn't be caught dead admitting that). Massu doesn't have claims on Tegoshi. Not the way Ryo does. It scares him, sometimes; how crazy Tegoshi makes him.
"Ryo-tan, please?" Tegoshi is whispering. When Ryo looks at him, he's watching Yamapi and Koyama, not Ryo. Ryo is relieved as well as disappointed, his stomach doing funny little flip-flops.
"You should sleep it off, Tego-nyan," he says. "Long day tomorrow."
"I won't be tired!" Tegoshi promises and turns the doe-eyes Ryo's way again, smiles at him sweetly.
"Yeah, I bet you won't," Ryo doesn't say; "you're not the one I'm worried about here."
Crazy. He's going crazy and he can't blame anyone but Tegoshi for it.
***
"Ryo-tan." A new day, a new town, but it's that smile, that tone, that tilt of the head in that certain angle. "Ryo-tan, teach me guitar."
Ryo laughs, lets his fingers rest across the strings, spread. "Why the sudden interest?"
Tegoshi shrugs, the motion sending the neck of his shirt askew. Ryo reaches up and rights it, a thoughtless, fleeting gesture and the tips of his fingers brushing soft soft skin. Ryo does this a lot; rights Tegoshi's clothes, his words. His imperfections.
Ryo does this a lot. Maybe a bit too much for comfort. His or Tegoshi's, Ryo doesn't know.
Tegoshi beams. "Ne, Ryo-tan. Teach me."
"Okay, whatever," Ryo sighs and pats the bench next to him.
***
The place is dark and crowded, noisy with sudden flashes of too-bright light not unlike a camera going off. It makes Ryo twitchy, the unexpected quality of it. It makes him feel exposed. On the spot. He doesn't know why that bothers him, why now. It's also full of college kids; bubbly and thoughtless, party people. They make Ryo feel old and jaded, out of place. They remind him of things he'd missed, things he could have done a few years ago. But maybe it's better this way.
Ryo wouldn't have chosen this place, but Tegoshi loves it and Ryo loves it when Tegoshi loves something. His life seems to be more and more about this; getting all the things Tegoshi loves and presenting them on a silver platter, his prize being Tegoshi's pleased smile, a brightening of his eyes. The occasional hug. Nothing more, nothing less, but maybe they are heading somewhere with this.
Maybe.
Ryo doesn't know. Tegoshi doesn't tell. Tegoshi is a terrible little tease that way and Ryo, he loves him for it.
Maybe Ryo is a moron.
Maybe.
"Ne, Ryo-tan," Tegoshi says. His lips are right by Ryo's ear, his body pressed up against Ryo's as he sways to the music, something raw and corny and pointlessy sexual. Something Jin would write. If they play LoveJuice, Ryo is out of here.
"Ryo-tan."
"Yes?" Ryo asks belatedly, trying to resist the urge to bite his lip when Tegoshi glances at his mouth.
Tegoshi smiles, a flutter of thick lashes and his eyes seem brighter in the dim light. Ryo knows this look. God, does he know this look. "Take me home?" Tegoshi asks, sweetly, lacing his fingers with Ryo's.
Ryo swallows and lets himself be pulled along.