Additional Incentive to Get Better
Title: Additional Incentive to Get Better Follows Incentive to Get Better
Author: enchanted_jae
Fandom: Fake
Pairing: Dee/Ryo
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity and language
Word count: 435
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of Sanami Matoh, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: ficlet_zone Prompt No. 12 ("Lost" titles). I chose Abandoned, Flashes Before Your Eyes
Summary: Dee wants some sexual healing.
Dee woke up, blinking groggily in the morning light. He reached to his left, where Ryo normally slept, and hissed in pain. The movement had reminded Dee that he got shot last night. Worse, Ryo's side of the bed was empty.
Dee closed his eyes again and felt sorry for himself. He was injured and alone, abandoned with no one to care nor care for him, and-
"Dee, you're awake," said Ryo, bustling into the bedroom with a glass of juice and two more of the prescription painkillers. "How do you feel?"
Dee leered up at him. "Horny."
Ryo's cheeks took on an adorable, pink hue. "No sex until you're fully healed."
"Come on, Ryo," Dee whined. "I'm dying here. That's what happens when your life flashes before your eyes, and your baby won't give it up to help you celebrate that you're alive."
His passionate outburst was met with unexpected laughter.
"Dee Laytner, drama queen."
Dee huffed and crossed his arms, wincing a little. "Ryo MacLean, shit head."
That only drew more laughter from Ryo, much to Dee's dismay.
"Alright, you big, whiny horndog," said Ryo. He set down the juice and the pills and sat on the edge of the bed. He dragged the covers slowly down, exposing the tent in Dee's pajama pants. Ryo peered up at Dee from beneath his lashes, a faint blush tinging his face again.
"Would you like me to give you a hand with that?"
"I'd like you to climb aboard and ride me, baby."
Ryo's blush deepened, even as his jaw firmed. "That's not going to happen until you're healed. For now, the best you can expect is a hand job."
Dee knew he'd pushed as far as he could. He relaxed back against the pillows and helped Ryo tug his pants down. "Be gentle," he whispered.
A small snort of laughter escaped Ryo as he reached for Dee's erect dick. Dee hummed in pleasure, and his hips lifted off of the bed. In embarrassingly short order, he was spilling over Ryo's fingers.
Ryo disappeared into the bathroom, and when he returned, he said, "Why don't you take a quick shower and get dressed? I'll make you some breakfast, and then I need to leave for the precinct."
"You're going to leave me alone?"
"You are going to eat your breakfast, take your meds, and relax on the couch today," Ryo insisted.
"This sucks," muttered Dee.
"I hear the shower calling for you, drama queen."
"Will you join me?"
"No," Ryo replied on his way out of the bedroom.
"Shit head."
"I heard that!"
Author: enchanted_jae
Fandom: Fake
Pairing: Dee/Ryo
Rating: R
Warning(s): Sexual activity and language
Word count: 435
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of Sanami Matoh, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: ficlet_zone Prompt No. 12 ("Lost" titles). I chose Abandoned, Flashes Before Your Eyes
Summary: Dee wants some sexual healing.
Dee woke up, blinking groggily in the morning light. He reached to his left, where Ryo normally slept, and hissed in pain. The movement had reminded Dee that he got shot last night. Worse, Ryo's side of the bed was empty.
Dee closed his eyes again and felt sorry for himself. He was injured and alone, abandoned with no one to care nor care for him, and-
"Dee, you're awake," said Ryo, bustling into the bedroom with a glass of juice and two more of the prescription painkillers. "How do you feel?"
Dee leered up at him. "Horny."
Ryo's cheeks took on an adorable, pink hue. "No sex until you're fully healed."
"Come on, Ryo," Dee whined. "I'm dying here. That's what happens when your life flashes before your eyes, and your baby won't give it up to help you celebrate that you're alive."
His passionate outburst was met with unexpected laughter.
"Dee Laytner, drama queen."
Dee huffed and crossed his arms, wincing a little. "Ryo MacLean, shit head."
That only drew more laughter from Ryo, much to Dee's dismay.
"Alright, you big, whiny horndog," said Ryo. He set down the juice and the pills and sat on the edge of the bed. He dragged the covers slowly down, exposing the tent in Dee's pajama pants. Ryo peered up at Dee from beneath his lashes, a faint blush tinging his face again.
"Would you like me to give you a hand with that?"
"I'd like you to climb aboard and ride me, baby."
Ryo's blush deepened, even as his jaw firmed. "That's not going to happen until you're healed. For now, the best you can expect is a hand job."
Dee knew he'd pushed as far as he could. He relaxed back against the pillows and helped Ryo tug his pants down. "Be gentle," he whispered.
A small snort of laughter escaped Ryo as he reached for Dee's erect dick. Dee hummed in pleasure, and his hips lifted off of the bed. In embarrassingly short order, he was spilling over Ryo's fingers.
Ryo disappeared into the bathroom, and when he returned, he said, "Why don't you take a quick shower and get dressed? I'll make you some breakfast, and then I need to leave for the precinct."
"You're going to leave me alone?"
"You are going to eat your breakfast, take your meds, and relax on the couch today," Ryo insisted.
"This sucks," muttered Dee.
"I hear the shower calling for you, drama queen."
"Will you join me?"
"No," Ryo replied on his way out of the bedroom.
"Shit head."
"I heard that!"