This Shouldn't Have Been Cheesy (1)
Of Ryo, Uchi, and KAT-TUN looking male prostitutes.
NC-17
THIS SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN CHEESY
Introduction
Nishikido Ryo is a simple guy, despite the whole idol stuff. He's normal, his life is normal, his family is normal, his friends are normal.
Screw that, his friends are nuts.
Still. They're, you know, friendly.
Uchi is friendly too, very. So Ryo listens to him babble and rant (because “Oh my god those guys!”), and only nods and says “mmh” when Uchi punctuates his speech by “Ne, Ryo-chan?”.
The time when Uchi says: “I'm considering gay sex, ne Ryo-chan?” is no exception to the rule. Ryo mmhs. And then chokes on his drink and coughs and spills noodles on the table. Uchi, careful as ever, diligently pats his back and cheerfully exclaims: “So you think it's a good idea! Great!”
The rest of lunch is spent trying to convince Uchi of why this is definitely not a good idea. Trying. That is, failing.
EVENINGS LIKE A LABYRINTH (Part 1)
Next time he hears from him, Ryo is falling asleep and Uchi is right next to a love hotel, whispering excitedly: “I'm about to do it, Ryo-chan! Wish me luck!”. Ryo's brain has trouble processing the information at first, but when it does, he wastes no time in screaming: “Don't do anything, don't move!” in the phone and scrambling out of bed.
When he arrives in the dark alley (so typically cheesy...), Uchi is here - and Ryo's heart stops pounding so hard for a while - sitting alone on a stairway, while the hookers gathered here eye him suspiciously.
“Uchi...” he says, trying not to scream. Uchi raises his eyes, sees him, and his expression goes from worried to relieved to worried again.
“What's wrong?” he dares asking. Ryo pulls him by the wrist and shoves him in a taxi, ignoring the laughter behind him. He stays silent during the ride, Uchi fidgeting in the corner of his vision.
“You...” Ryo starts, keeping his voice at a normal level. “I can't believe you were going to do it!” he finally bursts. Uchi frowns.
“But I told you so!” he retorts.
Before he can realize it, Ryo is screaming at the top of his lungs, screaming things he didn't even know he was thinking until then, and Uchi is gone, gone, after yelling: “I'll never tell you anything anymore!” dramatically. Ryo slumps back on an armchair and wonders what the fuck is wrong with his world.
“What the fuck is wrong with him?” he wonders, very loud, and Pi rushes to hush him up:
“Ryo-chan. We're in a restaurant. And you're taking all of this a bit too seriously.”
“Too seriously? Yamapi. He wanted to try gay sex!”
The clients of the restaurant are very busy pretending they're not listening, so Ryo feels free to go on:
“And when I stop him, he runs away screaming like a girl!”
“You know,” Pi says, “I think you're not totally getting it.”
“What?” If there is one thing Ryo dislikes, it's being treated as a moron.
“I mean,” Yamapi explains. “If he did want to try gay sex, he would have just done it and then told you. I think.”
“Huh? Huh.” Ryo is never talkative when confused.
“He was trying to give you a message,” Yamapi develops.
“Message?”
“Yes.” Pi insists.
“What message?”
“You figure that out yourself...” Pi trailed off.
For the fourth time, Ryo is rewarded with a loud beep and a voice saying: “Please leave a message on Uchi Hiroki's voicemail.” It unnerves him to no end, not being able to reach Uchi, not being able to ask him about this message thing, so he calls Yamapi again:
“I don't understand,” he states, bluntly.
Pi laughs, a bit breathless, and Ryo realizes this might not be the best time to call:
“Is Jin here?”
“Yes!” chirps a voice in the background, and Yamapi moans, and Ryo's brain is dying.
“I'll call later,” he offers, but Jin cuts him by shouting:
“Uchi and Ryo, sitting in a tree, K-I-S...”
When he makes it to the G, Ryo has already hung up. Oh. Oh.
It doesn't make sense, Ryo thinks again and again, and feels like banging his head on the table, only it's glass and it might break. Uchi... Uchi and him... They're pals, right? And pals don't like each other. But Uchi likes Ryo, because that, he's certain now, is a fact. He knows because, little things that were done and said, that suddenly seem to fit into some very Uchiesque puzzle. So actually it does makes sense. Uchi likes Ryo. What's complicated is the other way around. You know. Like. Uchi likes Ryo and Ryo... Nevermind.
During the traditional weekly lunch with Pi, Ryo is fidgety and awkward, and Pi notices it:
“What's wrong, Ryo-chan?” he asks, careful.
“I don't like him,” Ryo breathes, because he's been waiting and expecting and fearing this all day. “I can't like him.”
Pi just raises a brow, so Ryo goes on:
“We've been friend for ages,” he argues.
“I don't see anything wrong here,” Pi notes.
“I don't like him. I don't think of him like that,” he adds. “I don't have feelings for him!”
Pi sighs, like Ryo is being very immature and unresponsive here.
“Ryo-chan,” he says. “You freaked out enough to come pick him up at fucking one a.m and you're telling me you don't feel anything for him. Clearly you've got a point.”
Geez, all that fuss isn't doing Ryo any good. His head weights way too much as he comes back into his apartment, dusty and dirty and smelly, not having been cleaned in a week. It's like Ryo's entire body has been stretched out and then put back into place, his skin not tight enough, itchy, muscles aching and limp and that goddamned headache pounding behind his ears. Oh, please, sleep. But his phone counters this great plan by beeping in the middle of a very good, very dreamless sleep.
“Uchi?”
Ryo' voice must be a bit rough, a bit sleepy, but nothing can stop the words from falling from his mouth:
“I've trying to reach you all week, where were you, I wanted to talk to you about someth-”
Uchi cuts him:
“I told I would do it. Well. I am. Going to do it, I mean. Right now. I just wanted you to know.”
And he hangs off like.
Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.
Put on some pants, shoes, get the wallet, a taxi, and then look at the street lights and bites his nails, stops biting his nails and worries about Uchi, bites his nails again and finally, finally, Ryo is here, that dark creepy alley and where the fuck is Uchi?
Oh crap, stuck between two really freaky looking guys, shiny outfits and more sequins than a Arashi concerts, more hair color than Yamapi and much, much more slutty than a KAT-TUN pack. Figures. They're hookers.
“Uchi!” Ryo yells.
“Ryo!” Uchi squees, expression undefinite. Though the two guys seem not so happy and walk towards Ryo, exposing their magnificent abs and very obviously tall frames.
“Leave!” Ryo growls in Kansaiben.
“Ryo...” Uchi tries again. Ryo pushes the guy away, grabs his wrist and pulls.
“Wow, wow,” a hooker tries to object, “Let him explain”
Then Ryo smiles at him wide and he just backs off. Uchi is a dead weight a the end of Ryo's arm and only then he realizes that he's crying. He stops abruptly, does a full one-eighty to face Uchi, face turned down, biting his lip.
“What?” Ryo inquires, not soft or gentle but not totally abrupt either. “What's wrong?”
“Ryo,” Uchi whimpers. “Ryo, Ryo.”
Oh no. Please, no, it can't be true.
“Are you hurt?” Ryo asks, tension arching his back. “Is it okay?” He's totally stressed out, now, his fingers tighten instinctively around Uchi's arm, Uchi who just shakes his head, half yes and half no, so Ryo just drags him closer, closer until he fits into Ryo's arms, too tall, but leans and puts his face in Ryo's neck. His shoulders tremble and the skin against Ryo's his wet.
“Who?” The word is harsh, perfectly clear and Ryo knows Uchi heard, but the latter shakes his head again, “no”, and again Ryo is lost. The hookers come closer again, despite the death glare tracing a safety perimeter around Uchi.
“That's what we were saying,” the first one begins. “Your friend got pretty afraid, so Huong here wants to give him his money back. Meaning-”
“Keep it,” Ryo interrupts. “It's fine.” Uchi is shaking in his hold, leaning completely against him, and Ryo maybe doesn't want it to stop.
The car ride back to Ryo's apartment is awkward, needless to say, with an oppressing sense of déjà vu. Uchi keeps silent, lips pressed together tightly, hands folded in his lap and eyes down. Ryo hesitates before extending his arm and putting a hand on his shoulder, where he feels the muscles tense and relax.
“Come in,” he mutters at Uchi, who mumbles the greetings and takes off his shoes, looking everywhere but at Ryo. There is the need to say something, to ask, to explain, just to say something, but Ryo can't quite put his fingers on what they are, those words tickling his tongue. Instead, he settles for grabbing Uchi's wrist again, meeting his surprised, embarrassed look and- no. No more hugging, because what Ryo has to say is, is... He can't say it now. There's no way he can say: “I don't love you” now, not when Uchi is all miserable.
“Let's go to bed,” he offers instead. “You can sleep with me.” Deep silence. “I mean. Next to me. Like. Friendly.” Oh shit. Ryo chooses to just shut up and go brush his teeth, but Uchi whispers his name again: “Ryo”, in a soft voice, and he stops dead in his tracks. Uchi has the eyes he only gets when he's alone with Ryo, the moments when he is so marvelously beautiful, yet this look has never been in any photoshoot, never been captured. It's for him, Ryo finally understands. Uchi doesn't like him, he loves him and suddenly all of Pi's complicated theories are crystal-clear because, because...
“I like you,” Ryo tells Uchi, and his chest tightens because he knows Uchi feels the same way but there's still this infinite possibility that everything might go wrong now, and also it's not enough, Uchi needs more than just that, Ryo can't... However Uchi just nods and steps forward and then. Ryo's heart is pounding so loud his neighbors must hear it. And then. Uchi is kissing him, or he's kissing Uchi, whatever, they're kissing.
Wait.
That just went too fast.
There needs to be details, or else Ryo will forget his first best kiss.
Uchi steps forward and forward and he's so close to Ryo, so close Ryo can touch, and they do, their hands link somewhere in between them, but they still don't look, not yet, not when Uchi's thumb is stroking Ryo's and their eyes are drawn to that pretty picture. They both raise their heads, slowly, together. Ryo looks into Uchi's eyes. Emotion makes his throat tighten in a way he's never experienced with a girl (he's heard about it, from Pi, about that special thing he had with Jin, and Ryo thought it was just sex - now he understands, of course it's about sex, but it's also about so much more) because Uchi is looking right back, this tenderness so tangible between them that even smiling isn't necessary.
...everything so precious, everything that makes Uchi himself and Ryo in love, maybe. "I love you," he wants to say, and he's falling, falling. His voice raspy and his throat dry, but he's falling nonetheless, Uchi at the end of it, Uchi and his black eyes, looking at Ryo like they never saw anything more beautiful. Everything that makes them so precious.
So hot, so close. Ryo's hands blindly grope for Uchi's hips and grab at them, anchoring him to the soft, fleshy body under his. Uchi exhales, hot against his ear, and wraps his legs tight around Ryo's waist. And then it's just... so... good. Ryo feels his brain dying a second, a third, a fourth time and he stops counting and enjoys each fraction of it, each parcel of Uchi crying in his hair with the slide of their cocks together, slick with saliva, sweat and pre-come. Ryo feels Uchi better than he ever has, with his nose in Uchi's hair and his skin against Uchi and their eyes locked and Uchi moaning in his ear.
"Ryo!" Uchi gasps, breathes and mewls, and Ryo responds without words, pressing his lips to the vein pulsing under his tongue and tasting salt and sugar. He bites until Uchi can't stop trembling, his entire body a shiver - finally stills and traps Ryo, who licks and rubs the soft skin again, wants to take it slow but he's there and not yet, not yet...