Dirty Boyfriend
Title: Dirty Boyfriend
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters/Pairing: Dee/Ryo
Rating: PG13
Word count: 333
Written for:
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt No. 104 - Give them something to talk about
♦ ficlet_zone Prompt No. 51 - Guy Clark songs. I chose: Out in the Parkin' Lot.
Warnings: Suggestion
Summary: Clean apartment, dirty mind
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of Sanami Matoh, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Ryo's cell phone vibrated, and he picked it up from his desk. Caller ID indicated it was Dee, but hadn't he left the precinct not five minutes ago? Ryo answered. "Hello?"
"Hey, babe, come meet me out in the parkin' lot."
"What? Why?"
"Just humor me, babe," Dee said before ending the call.
Their shifts were split this week, meaning they only saw one another for half a shift each day. Dee didn't like it, but Ryo didn't think it was a big deal. They still spent their nights together.
Ryo sighed and pushed his chair back. He left the office, legged it down the stairs and out the back door, where personnel parked their cars alongside the department vehicles. Ryo located Dee's car and joined him.
"What's so important that it couldn't wait?"
"This," Dee replied, wrapping an arm around Ryo's waist and tugging him close. He angled his head, but Ryo leaned away.
"Dee! What are you doing? There are already rumors floating around the precinct about us."
"Yeah? Let's give them something to talk about." Dee tightened his grip and nuzzled Ryo's neck.
"Later!" squeaked Ryo, squirming out of Dee's arms and putting some distance between them.
"Ya promise?"
"Yes," huffed Ryo, straightening his suit jacket with a sharp tug. "Now go home and...and clean or cook or something to put me in the mood."
Dee's face fell. "I haveta clean?"
"It's either that or I do it when I get home, which leaves less time for...you know."
Dee slumped back against his car. "You play dirty, Ryo MacLean."
"I thought you like dirty, Dee Laytner."
"Babe, you're killin' me," groaned Dee, reaching down to adjust himself.
"Stop that!" hissed Ryo. "Go home. I'll see you when my shift is over."
"I can't drive like this," Dee whined.
"You have no one to blame but yourself," said Ryo. "Get going. I want to come home to a clean apartment."
"And a dirty boyfriend?"
Ryo rolled his eyes. "That's a given."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters/Pairing: Dee/Ryo
Rating: PG13
Word count: 333
Written for:
♦ dove_drabbles Prompt No. 104 - Give them something to talk about
♦ ficlet_zone Prompt No. 51 - Guy Clark songs. I chose: Out in the Parkin' Lot.
Warnings: Suggestion
Summary: Clean apartment, dirty mind
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of Sanami Matoh, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Ryo's cell phone vibrated, and he picked it up from his desk. Caller ID indicated it was Dee, but hadn't he left the precinct not five minutes ago? Ryo answered. "Hello?"
"Hey, babe, come meet me out in the parkin' lot."
"What? Why?"
"Just humor me, babe," Dee said before ending the call.
Their shifts were split this week, meaning they only saw one another for half a shift each day. Dee didn't like it, but Ryo didn't think it was a big deal. They still spent their nights together.
Ryo sighed and pushed his chair back. He left the office, legged it down the stairs and out the back door, where personnel parked their cars alongside the department vehicles. Ryo located Dee's car and joined him.
"What's so important that it couldn't wait?"
"This," Dee replied, wrapping an arm around Ryo's waist and tugging him close. He angled his head, but Ryo leaned away.
"Dee! What are you doing? There are already rumors floating around the precinct about us."
"Yeah? Let's give them something to talk about." Dee tightened his grip and nuzzled Ryo's neck.
"Later!" squeaked Ryo, squirming out of Dee's arms and putting some distance between them.
"Ya promise?"
"Yes," huffed Ryo, straightening his suit jacket with a sharp tug. "Now go home and...and clean or cook or something to put me in the mood."
Dee's face fell. "I haveta clean?"
"It's either that or I do it when I get home, which leaves less time for...you know."
Dee slumped back against his car. "You play dirty, Ryo MacLean."
"I thought you like dirty, Dee Laytner."
"Babe, you're killin' me," groaned Dee, reaching down to adjust himself.
"Stop that!" hissed Ryo. "Go home. I'll see you when my shift is over."
"I can't drive like this," Dee whined.
"You have no one to blame but yourself," said Ryo. "Get going. I want to come home to a clean apartment."
"And a dirty boyfriend?"
Ryo rolled his eyes. "That's a given."