Ohkura/Ryo: Untitled ficlet.
Title: (untitled)
Pairing: Ohkura/Ryo
Rating: PG.
Notes: Another of my "I'm in a crappy mood, let's put my characters in a crappy mood too, except they get a happy ending I can only pretend I got" fics. tsubabuns gave me the words iPod, work, phone call, deodorant and lotion to work into it.
Nishikido Ryo turned the volume of his iPod up to loud. He was tired and stressed and somehow Tegoshi still thought the best thing he could do for Ryo’s mood was babble over the top of the music. Finally a small part of Ryo snapped and he got up, not offering any explanation to the suddenly slutty younger boy, and stomped off out of the room.
He stopped when he found a lounge in a secluded area that he visited frequently and was seldom disturbed at. However...
“Here.”
A familiar deep voice came from above him and a can of warm cocoa was dropped into his lap. Ryo nodded in acknowledgement of the other and Yamapi sat down.
“Do you want to sulk, talk to me, or go home and talk to your boyfriend?”
Ryo pouted slightly before opening the can of hot chocolate and sipping it. After a long pause he spoke, voice barely there.
“Probably option three.”
Yamapi gave an understanding nod, silently prompting the Kansai male to continue.
“Work is just....I’m tired and stressed and getting fed up with Tegoshi’s new look and...” Ryo took a deep breath “...I really miss Tadayoshi and you know there’s no way I can make it back to Osaka any time in the next fortnight.”
“I thought you had that day...”
Ryo looked up glaring and Yamapi’s sentence trailed off.
“Oh. You got rescheduled.”
“Yeah. And I’d even booked the train tickets.”
Yamapi clucked sympathetically and encouraged Ryo to drink up.
“Do you want to do anything tonight? I’ll treat you to the meal of your choice.”
“I’m going to go back to my apartment and pretend to get enough sleep for tomorrow.”
Ryo opened his mouth to say something, but Yamashita’s phone rang and the other male could do nothing but nod apologetically and answer. It turned out to be their manager, requesting they get back to work.
~~~
Ohkura Tadayoshi was having a very dull day. He hadn’t had any work, and was faced with another two days of the same nothingness. Even Ryo had been too busy to chat, simply sending a heart emoticon in return to Ohkura’s three (unanswered) concerned phone calls.
The gloom was broken by another message, this one from Yamashita Tomohisa.
“Ryo needs you. Fancy a trip to Tokyo for him?”
Ohkura chucked some clothes and his deodorant into a bag and was on a train within an hour.
~~~
Ryo was dismissed from work early, and had he not been so desperate to get home and relax he would have noticed the slight quirk of Yamapi’s grin as he left. The driver assigned to getting him home was thankfully the quiet one; not the chatty one that seemed to take immense pleasure in any conversation, even if it were only one-sided. Ryo thanked the driver sincerely when they arrived and quickly scurried for his door. He didn’t notice the six foot figure leaning against his door frame until it followed him inside and wrapped its arms around him.
“Tadaima.” Whispered a sultry voice.
Ryo was flabbergasted, and the only reaction his body seemed capable of producing was to turn around and try and force his tongue down the younger male’s throat. And then before Ryo had even really noticed it, he was being stripped off and deposited in the shower. Ohkura managed to lose his clothes too and was right in there with Ryo, washing his hair for him and massaging his scalp in exactly the way that he loved.
And when Ryo was clean, he was picked up again and carried to the bed. Ohkura laid his lover belly-down on a big fluffy towel and poured some conveniently located lotion into his hands before rubbing it into the singer’s back. Ryo groaned appreciatively, feeling weeks of pent-up tension melting under the touch of the drummer’s long fingers.
Finally, after every inch of Ryo’s bare skin was rubbed, and Ohkura threw the soiled towel onto the floor so he could tuck Ryo in under the covers. Ryo then made his first eloquent sound of the evening.
“Tacchon?”
“Mmm?” Ohkura climbed into bed beside Ryo.
Ryo curled up against Ohkura’s chest and fell asleep instantly.
And somehow, that said more than words.
MK~
Pairing: Ohkura/Ryo
Rating: PG.
Notes: Another of my "I'm in a crappy mood, let's put my characters in a crappy mood too, except they get a happy ending I can only pretend I got" fics. tsubabuns gave me the words iPod, work, phone call, deodorant and lotion to work into it.
Nishikido Ryo turned the volume of his iPod up to loud. He was tired and stressed and somehow Tegoshi still thought the best thing he could do for Ryo’s mood was babble over the top of the music. Finally a small part of Ryo snapped and he got up, not offering any explanation to the suddenly slutty younger boy, and stomped off out of the room.
He stopped when he found a lounge in a secluded area that he visited frequently and was seldom disturbed at. However...
“Here.”
A familiar deep voice came from above him and a can of warm cocoa was dropped into his lap. Ryo nodded in acknowledgement of the other and Yamapi sat down.
“Do you want to sulk, talk to me, or go home and talk to your boyfriend?”
Ryo pouted slightly before opening the can of hot chocolate and sipping it. After a long pause he spoke, voice barely there.
“Probably option three.”
Yamapi gave an understanding nod, silently prompting the Kansai male to continue.
“Work is just....I’m tired and stressed and getting fed up with Tegoshi’s new look and...” Ryo took a deep breath “...I really miss Tadayoshi and you know there’s no way I can make it back to Osaka any time in the next fortnight.”
“I thought you had that day...”
Ryo looked up glaring and Yamapi’s sentence trailed off.
“Oh. You got rescheduled.”
“Yeah. And I’d even booked the train tickets.”
Yamapi clucked sympathetically and encouraged Ryo to drink up.
“Do you want to do anything tonight? I’ll treat you to the meal of your choice.”
“I’m going to go back to my apartment and pretend to get enough sleep for tomorrow.”
Ryo opened his mouth to say something, but Yamashita’s phone rang and the other male could do nothing but nod apologetically and answer. It turned out to be their manager, requesting they get back to work.
~~~
Ohkura Tadayoshi was having a very dull day. He hadn’t had any work, and was faced with another two days of the same nothingness. Even Ryo had been too busy to chat, simply sending a heart emoticon in return to Ohkura’s three (unanswered) concerned phone calls.
The gloom was broken by another message, this one from Yamashita Tomohisa.
“Ryo needs you. Fancy a trip to Tokyo for him?”
Ohkura chucked some clothes and his deodorant into a bag and was on a train within an hour.
~~~
Ryo was dismissed from work early, and had he not been so desperate to get home and relax he would have noticed the slight quirk of Yamapi’s grin as he left. The driver assigned to getting him home was thankfully the quiet one; not the chatty one that seemed to take immense pleasure in any conversation, even if it were only one-sided. Ryo thanked the driver sincerely when they arrived and quickly scurried for his door. He didn’t notice the six foot figure leaning against his door frame until it followed him inside and wrapped its arms around him.
“Tadaima.” Whispered a sultry voice.
Ryo was flabbergasted, and the only reaction his body seemed capable of producing was to turn around and try and force his tongue down the younger male’s throat. And then before Ryo had even really noticed it, he was being stripped off and deposited in the shower. Ohkura managed to lose his clothes too and was right in there with Ryo, washing his hair for him and massaging his scalp in exactly the way that he loved.
And when Ryo was clean, he was picked up again and carried to the bed. Ohkura laid his lover belly-down on a big fluffy towel and poured some conveniently located lotion into his hands before rubbing it into the singer’s back. Ryo groaned appreciatively, feeling weeks of pent-up tension melting under the touch of the drummer’s long fingers.
Finally, after every inch of Ryo’s bare skin was rubbed, and Ohkura threw the soiled towel onto the floor so he could tuck Ryo in under the covers. Ryo then made his first eloquent sound of the evening.
“Tacchon?”
“Mmm?” Ohkura climbed into bed beside Ryo.
Ryo curled up against Ohkura’s chest and fell asleep instantly.
And somehow, that said more than words.
MK~