[One-Shot] Don't Make Me Get Serious (RyoDa)
Title: Don’t Make Me Get Serious (Long-Awaited Sequel to "I Don't Wanna Be a Virgin Anymore)
Pairing: RyoDa
Rating: Starts Pg-13, then gets to NC-17 :D
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone with a name that resembles a jimusho or a j-idol... any other random things are coincidence
Warning: boy X boy love
Summary: He’s not quite sure what happened after Tatsuya fulfilled his “promise” last time, or if the man’s strange behaviour is his fault, but Tatsuya’s virtually disappeared and Ryo is determined to find him again. Especially now that he’s more confused about himself than ever before.
A/N: dedicated to Junjun! I’m sorry this is so late~! Smut’s never been so hard to write O_o
Ryo leaves Tsubasa’s dressing room with a gloomy scowl. “I swear, the guy used to be everywhere; where did he go?!” he’s wandering the halls near KAT-TUN’s dressing room again when Jin turns the corner; Ryo promptly pounces on him “Jin!! Where’s Ueda?”
“U-Ueda?” Jin fidgets under his friend’s scrutinizing gaze, trying to push him away. “H-he left already. He had an appointment or something.”
Ryo growls in frustration. He turns to stalk off again but stops briefly and turns slightly back to Jin. He says, “Tell Ta-Ueda that I really, really need to talk to him. And tell him not to make me get serious. He does not want me to get serious.”
Jin’s heart pangs when Ryo’s scowl drops just enough for the hurt to show through. Just when Jin’s about to give in and tell him Ueda’s right here, he lied to him, he’s sorry-Ryo walks away again and the words die in Jin’s throat. He turns and goes back to his dressing room to find the door slightly ajar and Ueda watching with a pained expression. Jin hits him- hard- on the shoulder and hisses, “Don’t make me do that again. Just go see him if it hurts that much.”
Ueda gives him a tortured smile. “I-I can’t, Jin. I didn’t mean to get so close, but… and now he’s confused- he doesn’t really mean what he’s feeling, Jin. He’s just-”
Koki shuts him up with a hand over his mouth from behind and Junnosuke wraps an arm around his waist. “How can you know what he’s feeling isn’t real?” Koki insists softly. “You give us special treatment too, but we don’t feel the same way he does.”
“Tatchan, What’re you afraid of?” Junnosuke asks, holding him close. “A rejection? Not likely. Another night with him? It’d hurt, but at least you’d get another chance.”
“You’re hurting each other by not meeting, Tatsu,” Jin says. “Just go see him. I can’t keep lying to him, Tatsu. He’s my friend, and I care about him, and he’s really hurting right now. Please?”
“I-I…” Ueda looks away and goes to say something else when Kazuya and Yuichi walk in with coffees.
“Eh-Guys? Why’re we all crowded around the door?” Kazuya winds through them to put the coffees down but Yuichi stops.
“Tatsuya…? Are you okay? Nishikido-kun’s looking for you again…”
Ueda nods. “I’m fine, Yuu. Jin, just… just give me a little time? I fucked up; I showed him too much, and now I-I just don’t know how to face him, you know?”
Jin nods his understanding and kisses Tatsuya on the forehead. “I get it. Just don’t take too long, okay? What he said back there, he meant it. Don’t make him get serious, Tatsu. He’s more reckless than he seems.”
Ryo collapses on the couch in the NEWS dressing room with a groan and Shige, studying again, barely spares him a glance. “Didn’t find him, huh?”
Ryo shakes his head. “No. He left early, Jin said. Jeez, last time I should’ve known he wouldn’t show up. I shouldn’t have left him out of my sight-”
“Well then, don’t next time.”
“Eh? Is Ryo-chan back?”
“Hey Tesshi. Hi Massu. He’s back, but he’s not really ‘here,’ ya know?” Ryo can hear the smirk in Shige’s voice even without sparing the nerd a glance.
“What’re you talking about? I am ‘here’!”
Tegoshi gives him a sympathetic look. “It’s okay, Ryo-chan. You’ll find him. But next time, you should make sure he can’t chicken out again.”
Ryo just gives him a look. “And how am I supposed to do that?”
Tegoshi shrugs. Shige pipes up, “A leash?”
Massu gives him a horrified look. Ryo just grimaces. “Somehow, I don’t think I could get close enough.”
“Then… what about handcuffs? Those are readily accessible, aren’t they?”
“Shige! Stop giving Ryo ideas!!” Massu gasps, looking scandalized. “Listen, Ryo-tan, just-”
But Ryo’s already muttering to himself. “Handcuffs, huh? That could work… I’ll just… yeah… yeah! Thanks Shige! For once, you were useful!” Ryo pats a very concerned-looking Tegoshi and blows past a positively pale Masuda. “Tell Pi I’m still meeting him later, I just need to get something. Bye guys!”
“Good to know I could help,” Shige snickers as he leaves.
Massu rounds on him. “How could you do that?! Now Ueda-kun will be- oh my God- he’ll kill Ryo-tan!! Tesshi, quick, let’s go find Pi!! Only Pi can stop Ryo-tan now!”
“Hey guys,” Koyama walks in and announces brightly that Pi’s gone home and asked him to remind them all of their interviews next Tuesday.
“Uhh… Keii-chan, where exactly is Pi?” Tegoshi asks.
Koyama frowns. “He didn’t say. He looked busy though.”
Massu flops onto the couch, head in his hands. “He’s doomed….”
“What?! Who’s doomed?!”
“Calm down, Keii,” Shige calls soothingly from over his book. “Ryo-tan just might be coming to work with a couple extra bruises, if he catches Ueda-kun before then.”
“Oh… oh? What?”
“Don’t worry about it. He’ll be fine.”
“Okay…”
Ueda checks the hall carefully before leaving their room with Junnosuke. Everyone else has left and though they all want Ueda to just go see Ryo already, they just can’t bring themselves to force him. Of course, all efforts are rendered useless when Ryo comes rushing suspiciously quick around the corner and nearly runs straight into Junnosuke. “Shi-Sorry, man- oh! Taguchi-kun! Hey, do you know where-U-Ueda?” Ryo stutters, gathering his balance, Ryo suddenly feels really shy, seeing Ueda before him again. “Ueda, I-”
Ueda starts backing up, slowly, but Junnosuke catches his arm and tugs him back. Ueda tosses Junnosuke a glare, but Junnosuke remains resolute. “You can’t deny divine intervention, Uepi,” he says. He leans in close and hugs Ueda, whispering, “Just give it a chance. If you need out after you’ve given it a chance, we’re all behind you.”
Ueda nods mutely. Junnosuke leaves and Ryo watches him go with a burning jealousy. He knows they’re all close, but that doesn’t make it any easier. He crosses the few feet between them and gathers Ueda indo his arms. Before he even really knows what he’s doing, Ryo breathes, “I’ve missed you.”
The copper-haired man stands still and stiff. “No you haven’t,” he says softly.
Ryo’s chest constricts. “Would I have spent so much effort trying to find you if I didn’t?” he snaps. “The Sexy Osaka Man doesn’t chase,” he says, and amends, “not unless he really means it. And…” he pauses.
“…And?” as the word leaves his lips, Ryo takes Ueda’s wrist and there’s something hard and cold pressed to it. When he hears the rough metallic clicks, Ueda freaks out and shakes his hands, only to look in horror as Ryo snaps the other end of the handcuffs onto his own wrist.
“And when he decides he’s gonna give chase, he gets serious. I told you not to make me get serious,” he says, meeting Ueda’s bewildered stare levelly.
“Ry-N-Nishikido-kun, this isn’t funny. Unlock these. Now,” Ueda tries to sound firm, but he’s too confused.
“I can’t,” Ryo says, a little smugly. “And under the circumstances, just ‘Ryo’ is fine,” he echoes Ueda’s words from before.
“Y-You can’t? Ryo, we have work! We can’t be- well…”
“Don’t worry, the keys are at my apartment. It’s not like I gave them to Shige or something.”
Ueda breathes a sigh of relief. “O-okay, okay! Fine, I’ll go with you to your apartment and we’ll talk this out.”
“Well, you don’t have much choice in it now, now do you?”
“Well… whatever. Are you actually done work yet, or…?”
Ryo shrugs. “We’re just filling out forms- interviews and stuff. Let’s go,” he tugs against their joined wrists and Ueda winces slightly, more at the actual presence of the handcuff than any actual pain.
“Fine… it’s not like I have anything in the room or something…”
“Good!” Ryo continues to lead them away to his car and Ueda comes up beside him so they look a little less suspicious.
“If we’re caught in the tabloids… I’m bruising your ‘sexy’ face, got it?” Ueda growls.
“We’ll be fine if you quit being so jumpy,” he says.
Ryo holds the door open for Ueda and they end up much too close for Ueda’s comfort when they both sit on the floor in Ryo’s genkan to take their shoes off. When Ueda glances up from fighting with a boot zipper determined to foil him to see Ryo so close with that quirky smile, his chest constricts around his jumping heart. “D-Don’t look at me like that,” Ueda stutters, getting to his feet and tugging Ryo with him.
“Why not?” Ryo asks bluntly, leading them into the living room. “You looked cute.”
Ueda wrinkles his lip. “Smiles like that and words like ‘cute’ are reserved for a special few.”
Ryo stops mid-step, catching Ueda off-guard and Ueda almost loses his balance. “What, I’m not special enough for you?” there’s something painful about Ryo’s voice, but he’s turned his head to Ueda can’t see his face.
Ueda’s chest aches suffocatingly. But before he can bring himself to speak, Ryo tugs on their wrists again and snatches something from the coffee-table, balling it up in his fist. He just stands there gripping it for a moment, still refusing to look at Ueda, before he tugs again- roughly, this time- on their wrists. The spare key jingles lightly against the metal cuff as Ryo unlocks it and it falls open against his raised forearm. He unlocks his and the cuffs fall to the floor with a light crash and the keys follow soon after. And then Ryo, too, drops to the ground into a kneel, his hands lying loosely on his lap, head down. Ueda panics when he sees Ryo fall, and moves as if to catch him but then just follows after him and kneels on the floor before him. “Ryo…”
“It was supposed to just be a fuck, Tatsuya,” Ryo says hoarsely, interrupting him, eyes still riveted on his hands in his lap. “But you… you didn’t do it to be helpful, and you didn’t do it because Jin wanted you to… you…”
“I did it for myself,” Tatsuya finishes for him. “I did it because-”
“Because you l-like me, right?” there’s enough hope, enough uncertainty there to squeeze Tatsuya’s heart again. When Ryo looks up at last, he looks almost insulted, but vulnerable. “I’ve done enough fucking to know that was more, Tatsuya. I’m not a complete idiot, whatever you might think. And I… I don’t know what to do, Tatsuya. I always thought I was straight, and I always thought I only liked girls, but…”
“Ryo, I don’t want you to feel like you’re forcing yourself. It’s just because I was your first guy; you’re probably just feeling the change, or something. I-I’ll just… disappear again, for a while, until-”
“Don’t leave me again!” Ryo grabs Tatsuya’s sleeve as the older man stands. “Don’t… disappear again. I’ll hate you if you do that to me again,” he says, pulling Tatsuya’s sleeve until he sits again. “Why don’t you believe me? I told you I’m not completely stupid. I told you I mean it when I give chase. So why don’t you believe me, Tatsuya?”
Tatsuya smiles painfully at him. “Because there’s too much at stake if I do,” he says. “I love you, Ryo, and I have for the longest time, but I-I… I can’t do this again if…”
“It’s real, Tatsuya,” Ryo murmurs, and then he shifts closer to Tatsuya. “Just give me the chance to prove it to you. Can’t I have that, at least? I think… I know I love you too, so won’t you give yourself the chance?”
Tatsuya looks down at his hands. “I-I just… I don’t want to be a phase, Ryo,” he says, looking back up again.
Ryo moves closer again and wraps his arms around Tatsuya, rests his head on the older man’s hard shoulder. “You’re not a phase, I promise. I was just too stupid to realize I should’ve just gone gay to begin with,” he says, and Tatsuya can feel that goofy smile shaping the lips against his neck.
Tatsuya allows himself to embrace Ryo back and he sits back against the couch so Ryo can settle comfortably between his legs and Tatsuya smiles wistfully. “If I turn out to be, I’m gonna fucking wreck your face,” he says with a softness that, despite the words themselves, sends a shiver down Ryo’s spine.
Ryo just leans his forehead against Tatsuya’s, wondering why he didn’t bring the older man here earlier. “Do you always have these trust issues, or do you just think I’m retarded?” he breathes, laughing lightly. Tatsuya chooses to kiss him in favour of responding, and it’s exactly the rushing emotion and sweetness that drove Ryo to such lengths to catch this man in his arms again. When they part, Ryo slides his hands lightly up Tatsuya’s sides beneath his shirt and murmurs hoarsely, “I really do love you, you know,” and searches Tatsuya’s eyes for the slightest hint of belief. Finding it at last, he sighs in relief and nuzzles again into Tatsuya’s neck, hands resting relaxed on Tatsuya’s hips.
And then Tatsuya is whispering, “Prove it,” into his ear, his breath is tickling the sensitive shell of Ryo’s ear, and lightly calloused fingers are weaving in and out of the hair at the nape of Ryo’s neck.
Ryo shivers, his fingers on Tatsuya’s hips press firmly into the muscles of Tatsuya’s obliques and Ryo inhales the faint lingering musk of Tatsuya’s cologne, brushes his nose along the line of Tatsuya’s neck before planting a gentle kiss just below his jaw. “I’ll cook for you every time you ask,” he says, smiling, and he can feel the laugh in the tension of Tatsuya’s throat, “and I’ll come every time you call. I’ll run to you if you want me there, and I’ll hide if you don’t. But right now, I could just show you straight out,” he guides a hand up to the back of Tatsuya’s neck and guides Tatsuya’s lips to his with feather-light touches. He allows Tatsuya to dominate the kiss, shivering when the older man brushes guitar-calloused fingers up his neck, behind his ear and into his hair. Ryo reaches blindly beside him until, finally catching hold of what he’s looking for, he drops it into Tatsuya’s lap.
Tatsuya tenses at the metallic chink and pulls away, confused. He picks up the handcuffs and gives Ryo a confused look that quickly morphs into shock. He looks like he wants to say something, but can’t quite form words. Ryo chuckles. “You’re so cute when you’re confused,” he teases, then leans in and grinds his hips down against Tatsuya’s, eliciting a soft moan from the other man. Ryo whispers, “It’s cute, but I’d much rather see the Tatsuya I went through all this trouble to catch.”
Before Ryo quite knows what’s going on, his legs are wrapped around Tatsuya’s waist and wiry arms are wrapped around his. Almost too soon, he’s being set down tenderly on his sheets and gentle lips find their way to his. He allows Tatsuya to slip the handcuffs around his wrists and he finds himself suddenly a lot more anxious than he expected, despite all his brave talk. There isn’t much strain on his wrists, but his breathing comes a little too shallow and a little too quick regardless, and Tatsuya seems to notice. “Ssh…” he whispers soothingly into Ryo’s ear, entangling their fingers above Ryo’s head. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” he chuckles lightly.
But Ryo just bucks his hips and catches Tatsuya’s with his legs and growls, “Fuck it. Just make me forget.” He’s not sure exactly what happens after that, but he knows that whatever it was, he’s writhing under a smirking Tatsuya and icy fire is skittering deliciously across his flesh.
“Missed me, did you?” the husky voice is hot against his neck and Ryo can barely growl in reply. Then Tatsuya is slipping two fingers past Ryo’s lips and it’s all he can do to suck without losing it in the face of the desire in Tatsuya’s eyes. The copper-haired man chuckles again and swoops down to kiss Ryo full on and Ryo doesn’t even know when those fingers left his mouth, but they’re definitely being put to better use now.
Ryo whimpers airily when Tatsuya removes his fingers and bites back a cry when Tatsuya enters him at last, and Ryo almost blushes for shame of the tear pricking at his eyes until Tatsuya kisses them tenderly away. Ryo’s breath hitches sharply when Tatsuya’s right hand reaches up to run through Ryo’s hair, gently, and then slide down his neck and chest before coming to rest on his hip, and Ryo strains against the cuffs painfully.
“Breathe, Ryo,” Tatsuya whispers, and his voice is strained. “Relax,” he murmurs, his thumb rubbing slow circles on Ryo’s hip. He waits until Ryo’s breath reaches a more normal pace before moving, his arms shaking with the effort of keeping his thrusts slow and shallow. Then Tatsuya closes his hand around Ryo’ cock, stroking it to full hardness as he picks up his pace and a low groan rips through his throat when Ryo’s muscles clench around him and Ryo moans breathlessly in pleasure, his back arching and trapped arms straining. Tatsuya’s free hand dances over Ryo’s ribs to his arm, gliding over the tensed bicep and tangling with Ryo’s fingers. Tatsuya kisses Ryo deeply, swallowing the slight man’s cry when he thrusts in deeper, seeking out the spot that will erase every last of the traces of pain Tatsuya can still see in Ryo’s half-lidded eyes, even as the younger man kisses eagerly back. “God, you’re so tight…” Tatsuya murmurs, breathing heavily against Ryo’s cheek. “Feels so good…”
Ryo fights the urge to say just how good and right it feels to have Tatsuya so close again, lighting up all the right places with burning pleasure… and somehow still making him feel no less than the safest he’s ever been. He just grips Tatsuya’s fingers all the more tightly in his and moans when Tatsuya hits his prostate, making his every nerve shudder with pleasure. “Fuck, Tatsuya… right there-!” he moans, and then Tatsuya’s pounding deeper, faster, and the hand around Ryo’s cock is stroking all the right spots and driving Ryo slowly mad. Ryo clenches around Tatsuya and groans in satisfaction seeing Tatsuya’s face twist in pleasure, those full lips half open and the hand on his cock trembling. It’s all Ryo can do to keep his eyes open against the onslaught of sensation, but he doesn’t want to miss an inch of that pale silky skin just crying out to be marked, and those sinewy muscles threading so perfectly together. Ryo shivers as the heat pooling in his gut becomes unbearable and he throws his head back, groaning all the more loudly when Tatsuya’s lips descend to nip and suck, marking the exposed skin. “T-Tatsuya,” he breathes, and those lips move to his ear.
“Cum for me, Ryo,” Tatsuya whispers into his ear, his hand slowing tantalizingly lower down. “I know you’re close, I can feel it as well as you can,” he kisses back down Ryo’s jaw to his lips and bites Ryo’s swollen mouth just so, sweeping his tongue over the reddened skin. Feeling close himself, Tatsuya thrusts faster and more deeply, pushing Ryo to his limit. He disentangles his fingers from Ryo’s and caresses down Ryo’s sweaty spine, supporting the small of his back as Ryo writhes and arches, pushing against his restraints again. Tatsuya thumbs the slit of Ryo’s cock and swallows the resulting cry and shuddering gasp as Ryo cums in his hand. Tatsuya shivers violently in pleasure as Ryo’s muscles clench almost painfully around him. Tatsuya continues thrusting into the too-tight heat, cumming only seconds after. He rests his head lightly against Ryo’s shoulder as he catches his breath, pulls out carefully and kisses Ryo lightly again before kissing down his chest to lap up the stickiness on Ryo’s stomach. He smirks at the desire still lurking in Ryo’s eyes and reaches for the keys he tossed to one side earlier, releasing Ryo’s hands and taking both wrists gently in his hands. He tenderly kisses the inside of Ryo’s left wrist before allowing Ryo to wrap his arm over his shoulders and tug him back down. Tatsuya lies down close next to Ryo and wraps an arm around his waist and Ryo inches closer and kisses him again, wrinkling his nose a bit at the bitter salty taste.
“One of these days, I’m gonna top you know,” Ryo mutters, his voice rough, and he glares a little when Tatsuya just chuckles in reply.
“Yeah, okay, but not tonight. Tonight you’re doing what I want, remember?” Tatsuya replies with false sweetness, propping himself up on one elbow for a better view of the lean beauty beneath him.
Ryo smirks, folding one arm behind his head, fully aware of and satisfied with Tatsuya’s hungry roving gaze. “I wouldn’t suppose what you want would include another round or two, would it?”
Tatsuya laughs lightly and his arm on Ryo’s waist moves to trace the fine lines of toned muscle over Ryo’s stomach. “Nnn… I was just thinking, we’re a little sticky now, aren’t we? And you have that lovely jet tub just crying out to be used, over there…”
Ryo resists the urge to retort, ‘The one crying out to be used isn’t the tub, you tease,’ and barely manages. Instead, he rolls over and slides over top of Tatsuya, trapping the boxer’s head between his elbows as he crouches pointedly ignoring the ache of protest from his ass. Tatsuya’s hands lift instinctively to Ryo’s hips and Ryo says, “The only sticky one here is me; you’ve no excuse just yet. But I can give you marks you’ll have a hell of a time scrubbing off, if you like,” and moves to kiss along Tatsuya’s neck and nip at his jugular. Tatsuya just groans appreciatively and winds his fingers into Ryo’s hair as the younger man moves to make short work of the pale, flawless skin beneath his fingers.