[Fic] Rain Closed Eyelids (5/?)
Title: Rain Closed Eyelids
Pairing: RyoJin, RyoUchi, Akame, TomaPi
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst, romance, au
Summary: The night Jin came into Ryo’s life, it was raining. Ryo never thought he would need him.
A/N: We now have the first appearance of Kame! I’ve been so worried about writing Jin and Kame as teens. Those are complicated ages to write. We also have the softer side of Ryo-chan, something I’ve been excited writing about. Jin and Ryo have a sort of role reversal.
It was dark outside as Shota worked on another painting in his studio apartment. His hair was pinned back with colorful clips, his body splattered with paint. His eyes surveyed his work with a brush held in his hand. He made slight adjustments to the pieces by adding more color to the canvas. He was surprised when he heard his cell phone ring, playing a happy song. Thinking it might be Ohkura, he quickly put the paint brush down to pull the phone out of his pocket. When he read the name on the display, he was mystified.
“Hello? Ryo-chan?” Shota answered as his paint-clad fingers pulled out the hairclips.
“Shota,” Ryo whispered, his voice breaking.
Sensing the pain even through the phone, Shota asked, “What’s wrong Ryo-chan?”
“I’ve messed up again. I met someone really good for me, but I’ve already fucked it up,” Ryo cried into the phone as his body leaned against the building in the alleyway.
“Sssh. Don’t cry. Tell me about it,” Shota said soothingly, almost as if he were holding Ryo.
“It started on my birthday…”
--
Fall 1999
Toma adjusted Yamapi’s school uniform for the fifth time that afternoon. Each time Pi would swat Toma’s hands away and messed up his uniform further to upset his friend. The older boy would growl, but Yamapi would just laugh about his friend’s ocdness. As they walked over to Jin’s house, a light bulb went off in Yamapi’s head.
“I invited Kazuya to come with is. Let’s go pick him up after we met Jin,” Pi said as he trailed after Toma.
“You never said anything about it before,” Toma remarked slightly surprised.
“Just remembered. Besides Jin and Kazuya haven’t met before. It’s a good chance for them to become friends, then we’ll be a group of four!” Yamapi exclaimed, his young eyes bright.
“Jin already has a bad impression of him after all the bad stuff you used to say about him,” Toma sighed while he shook his head.
“That was back when Kazuya and I used to fight. We’re friends now!” Yamapi tried to reason.
“Yes but Jin and I have heard you complain about this guy as long as we’ve known you,” Toma laughed jostling Pi with his shoulder.
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“What do you mean Kamenashi is going with us?” Jin pouted as his followed his friends up to Kame’s house.
“I invited him,” Pi told him, looking over his shoulder with a smile.
“He’s pretty good at this shanghaiing thing, isn’t he,” Toma remarked in Jin’s favor.
“He’s been weird ever since he made up with this guy. Did he do something weird to you?” Jin said as he poked Yamapi’s sides.
“Stop that!” Pi shouted, smacking Jin’s hands away and reaching for Jin’s collarbone.
“Cheater! You know that is off limits,” Jin squealed, nearly doubling over.
“Mind telling me what you are doing in front of my house Yamashita?” Kame called from the door, watching the three boys with a mixed expression.
“We came to get you!” Pi called back, ceasing his poking match with Jin.
“And you had to scream like that?” Kame asked, coming down next to Toma.
Toma turned to Kame and said, “Actually, that was Jin.”
“I see,” Kame muttered to himself.
Jin blushed as he felt Kame’s eyes watching him as if he were some delinquent. A strange feeling bubbled in his chest know that the boy’s eyes were on him. He knew in his head that he should have been offended by Kame’s attitude, but the flutter in his stomach stopped him. Jin stumbled through an awkward introduction as Kame presented himself coolly. Though he already knew he was out of his league, Jin liked Kame already.
--
Ryo fidgeted in his seat as he waited for Pi to show up at the café. He had texted him in order to talk about Jin, who wasn’t answering any of his calls or texts. Yamapi texted back that he would be there soon, but thirty minutes later, he still felt uneasy. Ryo turned his head every time he heard the door open. After about eight turns of the head, he was about to give up. Sighing, he turned again to find Toma walking through the door. Ryo didn’t know if he should feel relieved or worried.
“You are lucky I read that text before Tomo found it because if he had, you would have had a black eye by now,” Toma commented coldly as he sat down.
Ryo stared at him in silence.
“But that doesn’t mean I still can’t give you one. You better have a good reason for upsetting Jin,” Toma lowered his voice so that Ryo was the only one that could hear him.
“How is he?” Ryo asked softly, his eyes trained on his cup of coffee.
“Depressed. The only time he leaves his apartment is to go to work, and even then, he still won’t tell Tomo what happened,” Toma remarked with a frown.
“We had a fight in the alley. He kept pushing me to tell him my past, and I snapped at him. I told him he might have a happy life, but I have painful things in mine. He got so upset, and he told me something,” Ryo mumbled. “He told me he killed the person he loved most.”
Toma’s eyes were sad when he finally called the waiter to order, black coffee.
“You messed up. That’s Jin’s touchy subject. I’m surprised he isn’t acting worse than he is,” Toma said, wearily slumping into his seat.
“He didn’t really…?” Ryo began to ask but decided to take a drink instead.
“He didn’t kill anyone. He just blames himself,” Toma sighed, taking his coffee from the cheerful waiter.
Ryo opened his mouth but Toma kept talking.
“I’m not saying anything more. You’ll have to ask him yourself.”
Ryo closed his mouth and continued to drink his coffee with Toma, in silence.
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Summer 2004
Jin’s eyes were swollen red, puffy as red balloons. His knees were drawn tightly to his chest in his chair next to the door. Soulless eyes gazed at the table in the middle of the room, covered with a white sheet. Jin’s drew blood, his fingernails digging into his arms, as he tried fathom the fact Kame’s body was on that table. The sheet made it easier on him then the site he remembered of his lover’s dead eyes looking into his as the blood rushed out. Another sob choked Jin while he thought of Kame never being able to smile at him or call his name again. Alone to suffer without Kame’s soul, tremors racked Jin’s frail body.
--
Ryo tried calling multiple times and he finally tried to send more texts. He sent one every ten minutes but never received an answer. Running out of options, Ryo became irritably frustrated. He racked his brain for something he could say to catch Jin’s attention. The answer he came up with wasn’t favorable, but he wasn’t sure what else would work.
I talked to Toma. He said it wasn’t your fault.
-Ryo
Don’t act like you know everything.
-Jin
Ryo smiled, getting the text back in the same minute he sent his. Carefully, he talked to Jin as if he were testing the water. Ryo attempted to build the courage to ask Jin where he lived. The response he got back wasn’t positive when he finally did. Ryo let out a heavy sigh before calling Jin again. The latter picked up, just after Ryo considered hanging up.
“What do you-
“I want to see you,” Ryo breathed lightly into the phone.
“What if I don’t want to see you?” Jin said, his voice betraying anger.
“If you really didn’t then you wouldn’t have said ‘what if’,” Ryo smirked into the phone.
“I don’t want to see you,” Jin declared as his anger flared.
“Please, Jin,” Ryo whispered, and with that, Ryo had directions.
--
The first thing Ryo saw, once the door opened, was Jin’s glaring face. Ryo’s eyes softened, trying to not let a frown grace his lips. The waiter moved away from the door, retreating into his apartment without a word. Unsure of himself, Ryo followed him, taking off his shoes quietly and wandering into the living room. He found Jin slouching on the couch, legs spread with a can of beer in his hand. The dancer didn’t speak, and his eyes betrayed nothing.
Ryo’s eyes gazed around the room to find a multitude of photographs. Jin’s eyes followed his guest as he walked over to the entertainment center. Ryo looked at the line of pictures across the top: one of Jin with a dog in his lap, another with Jin and Toma in their high school uniforms, another with Jin, Pi, and Toma sitting together with their guitars. Fingers lightly touched the last picture of Toma, Pi, Jin, and another boy sitting in front of a Christmas tree together. Ryo turned around to find that Jin was looking at the picture as well with a certain sadness in his eyes. Ryo felt his words getting caught in his throat and decided to walk over to him instead. Jin gazed up at him from his seat on the couch but still refused to talk.
“Jin, I’m sorry. I was an idiot, who should have just kept his mouth shut,” Ryo berated himself, yet still, not evoking a reaction from the older man. “I didn’t consider your feelings at all. I should have known better.”
There was still no response.
“Fuck Jin! What do I have to say to fix this? I mean, god, this…,” Ryo breathed unsteady with his voice on the verge of breaking. “You are the best thing that has happened to me in a long time, and here I am, fucking everything up. I always fuck everything up. I keep trying to act cool around you, but I’m not sure who I’m kidding anymore.”
Jin looked into Ryo’s eyes and saw a vulnerability that wasn’t there before. Pure, raw emotions were rushing out of Ryo before he had a chance to stop them. Jin placed the can down on the table then reached out to pull Ryo into his lap. Ryo sat surprised as he landed in Jin’s lap, feeling arms wrap around him. Jin breathed in the scent of Ryo’s hair causing the younger to shiver. Doe-eyed, Ryo pulled back to look the other in the face.
“I figured you didn’t really care, but that those say eyes said otherwise,” Jin whispered as he placed his forehead against Ryo’s.
Relief washed over Ryo’s mind; things would be okay. He was there-sitting in Jin’s lap like that was where he was supposed to be. He thought it was ridiculous that a man he met less then two weeks ago could mean so much to him, but Ryo knew he hadn’t been this close to anyone since Uchi. The pit of Ryo’s stomach bubbled as Jin’s lips found his neck, leaving soft kisses in his wake. Soft sighs fueled Jin’s confidence into taking it further by slipping his hands up Ryo’s shirt. Jin’s fingers glided over Ryo’s abs as he nibbled on his ear.
“Jin,” Ryo moaned quietly as he tried to grind into Jin’s lap.
Jin stopped to chuckle from deep in his chest before pushing his lover to lie down on the couch. The dancer pulled his shirt over his head and proceeded to toss it aside. Ryo stared up at Jin with a flushed face and a heart full of anticipation. Jin hovered over Ryo, connecting their hips that sent a spike of pleasure through them. Ryo couldn’t stop himself from touching Jin’s bare skin; he couldn’t stop himself from touching Jin at all.
“Ryo, undress for me,” Jin growled as Ryo’s teeth left a mark on his neck. “I’ll be back in a second.”
Jin pulled away from Ryo, getting off the couch to go to his bathroom. He opened the medicine cabinet to pull out lotion and a condom. When he returned to the living room, Ryo was naked with his hand pumping his cock. Jin smiled at him before pulling the rest of his clothes off as well. He tossed the bottle of lotion to Ryo but kept the condom in his hand
“You’re mine tonight,” Jin muttered seductively before taking his seat on the end of the sofa.
Ryo followed his lead a fuss, prepping himself for Jin to see. Jin watched with hooded eyes, placing the condom over his length. Ryo crawled over to him, placing himself down onto Jin. They sat still for a moment while their hearts thundered in their chest. Ryo wrapped his arms around Jin’s neck as he started to move. Moans spilled from their mouths as their bodies rocked together in a sultry dance. Feeling his body beginning to peak, Jin gripped Ryo’s hips and began to thrust into him faster. A guttural moan left Ryo’s throat before reaching down to tug on his erection. Jin came first buried deep inside of his lover; Ryo came soon after-the sounds of his moans muffled in Jin’s neck.
They stayed close together after their passion died down. They clasped on to each other tightly, hands held over cooling skin. Finally, their breathing evened out as they slouched against their partner. Jin moved his head causing his lips to brush along Ryo’s cheek. Ryo sighed contently, pulling back to look Jin in the eye. Two pairs of eyes flared with awakened emotions, and breaths were held as their faces drew nearer. Blood surged in their veins while their lips hovered closely without touching. The silence in the room was interrupted when Ryo’s phone began to ring, breaking their concentration. For a moment, Ryo hesitated, keeping his eyes trained on Jin before getting up from his seat on Jin’s lap. Still Naked, Ryo got on all floors to retrieve his pants under the coffee table. Ryo pulled the ringing device out of his pocket, not stopping to check the display in fear that the person on the other line would hang up before he could answer.
“Hello? Ryo-chan? I have good news; I’m in Tokyo!” Shota called happily from his side of the phone.
Ryo looked over at a curious Jin and cringed.