Fic contest 2 prompt 4 : Birthday Present: Blowjob

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Title: Harsh Attraction
Prompt: #4 and hints of #10 (birthday present: blowjob) (happy birthday confession and wall sex)
Pairing: Ryoda
Genre: AU , smutLength: 6,836 words (I know -__-)
Disclaimer: I do not own them? lol
Description: Nishikido Ryo is a mystery, just as much as Ueda Tatsuya. Ryo becomes attracted to Tatsuya at the restaurant where they work, but since he pledged his life to work for his poor family there is no room for love. But the day before Ryo's 20th birthday, Ryo realises that  the family he loves might not care about him in the same way, and he gets dangerously close to falling back into the dark depression of his past.
Warning: Pretty much smut, but the Description explains the main idea of the one-shot (without the idea, the whole thing is pretty much just a day in hte life of ryo xD)



It was nearly 11:30am on the 2nd November. Nishikido Ryo was preparing for another long shift at work - and it really did take a lot of preparation.

First of all, he got himself out of bed after a late shift the night before, got himself dressed and made sure his appearance was good enough for his boss. By 8 o clock he was on his way to take his younger siblings to school. Once they were gone, he took the train home and cleaned up the flat. Normally he was finished by quarter past eleven, which gave him enough time to get to his 12 o clock start, but today was an exception.

He shoved his work clothes in his bag and cursed to himself. Why had it taken so long to clean up today? Nishikido Ryo was definitely not the unorganized type; he didn’t have the time to be lazy or procrastinate with his time! Had he been in a better state of mind he would have finished his chores far earlier, but his brain was full of strange thoughts and feelings.

Tomorrow is my 20th birthday. He thought to himself over and over. Will anyone remember?

If his mother was able to look after her children then Ryo would have gone to university and made something better of himself. After his father’s death his mother became very sick and unable to take care of herself, let alone someone else. Ryo took it upon himself to keep his family going until he became just as sick as his mother. If Ryo had gone to university he would want to study the arts - especially music. But for now, he supposed, he would just use music to strengthen him before his shifts.

Before he set off, he looked into his mother’s room and noticed that she was still sound asleep. He smiled at her and bowed his head.

“I’m going.” He whispered before shutting the door.

Once out of the flat he plugged his earphones into his ears and took the train to the restaurant. It was quite a big restaurant that specialised in Italian food. It was called ‘Elliott’s’, which Ryo supposed was either the name of the original owner or just a name that the manager liked. From 16 to 18 years old he worked part time, but when he left school he could finally earn more money. From that point on he was a full time waiter who took as much over time work as possible.

The restaurant was relatively modern, with wooden pillars lined along the front to make it look antique. Dim lights lit up the white bordered windows and gave the place an easy going look, even though Ryo could only envision hectic kitchens whenever he looked at the building. The interior was classy with white cloth over tables, candlelit lights (which were fake, much to customers relief when their children stuck their fingers inside the shade), and walls that were decorated in such a way that they looked like old newspaper clippings. It always smelt of herbs like basil and garlic, and just in case customers weren’t satisfied with their experience, there was classical western music played over the speakers. Ryo’s first impression of the place was that it was artistic and unique, but behind the scenes of the bar there was the same chaos as any other cheap take-out shop.

There was only one positive thing about the chaotic kitchen and the grumpy manager - that was Ueda Tatsuya. He was a chef in the kitchens of Elliott’s and a talented one at that. Despite being only a little older than Ryo, he was so talented that he’d managed to work his way up to his position in a matter of years. The restaurant’s staff may have respected him for his work, but he was a down to earth guy who rolled his eyes at the childish behaviour of the managers. Most of all, Ueda Tatsuya wasn’t just a gifted and amiable guy, he was the only person in the whole restaurant that Ryo could get on with. Just glancing at Tatsuya’s peaceful and pretty face made him happy, and over time it was a sight that he couldn’t get out of his head.

Ryo sighed as he walked up to the restaurant after his long train journey. He was only just on time for his shift, but simply being on time wasn’t good enough for his boss. He walked over to the door in preparation to beg for forgiveness when suddenly a car zoomed past the road and splattered dirty water all over his clothes. Ryo came to a sudden halt, and even though he was relieved that he hadn’t been ran over, his clothes were ruined. A perfect start to a perfect day. He thought to himself sarcastically as he tried to cross the street for a second time and shake off the dirt.

Sure enough, his boss shouted at him for being ‘late’. He apologised, got changed for his shift and carried on as usual. His uniform was standard for a waiter such as Ryo; a black shirt, black trousers and a white apron around his middle. Ryo was often thankful for his late growth spurt; had he not grown from the age of 16 he would never have been noticed by any customer.

Had Ryo stopped day dreaming, his shift would have been smoother. He constantly thought of the years before work and how happy his family used to be. Individually, Ryo’s life was a sad story, but he chose not to dwell on the past for the sake of those he loved. He had never questioned his family’s love, but recently he had started to wonder whether his love was returned. He wondered whether his mother could remember how old he was and how important it was to turn 20 in Japan. Was his 20th really that important? Was it his mother’s fault for forgetting? After short bursts of daydreaming he would be shouted at to get back to work - and sure enough he zapped back into action.

“Nishikido?” Called a familiar voice from behind. After what felt like the hundredth time of dozing off, Ryo was finally woken up by a calmer, velvety voice. “Are you feeling well today?”

Ryo turned round to Tatsuya, whose head was poking out form the small window where he placed the food. It was funny how Tatsuya stood out in the kitchens; he wore a red bandanna around his neck and was the only chef with dyed hair. The manager had warned against it, but since no one would dare fire him, Tatsuya dyed his hair whenever and whatever colour he wanted. At first his arrogance annoyed Ryo, but once he got to know Ueda he realised that his confidence was not misplaced at all.

“I’m…” Ryo began. He didn’t know quite how to answer, but Tatsuya looked worried, so he supposed he should answer. “It’s nothing, just one of those days.”

Tatsuya moved away from the ledge and pulled a face.

“I don’t believe you.” He mumbled. Ryo raised and eve brow and turned round to him. He’d been stood, arms folded, at the bar for some time now waiting for customers, but despite not being able to take his eye off the door he would occasionally turn his head and spit short conversation back and forth with Ueda like a tennis match.

“I can hear you back there you know!” He shouted, “And anyway, I don’t care if you don’t believe me. As long as you take my orders then I don’t care what you believe.”

“I’m glad that we can work together so harmoniously…” Tatsuya replied sarcastically as he grabbed tomatoes from a nearby fridge.

“It’s true, I even help with your cooking.” Ryo mumbled as he tapped his foot and played with his tongue. “Your food is the only food I spit in before serving customers.”

“What?!” Ueda cried from the kitchen. Ryo’s eyes widened at a couple pushing the entrance door open and hopped off the counter.

“It was a joke, idiot!” He called before reverting back to his waiter persona.

The majority of the day carried on much the same. Banter carried on between the kitchen and the waiting staff, and thankfully it kept Ryo from his constant woe’s and worries. All went smoothly until one order went terribly wrong.

It was almost nine o clock in the evening. Ryo checked his watch before serving a certain family who had been complaining about their wait ever since they sat on their chairs. Three hours until I’m an adult. He thought to himself.

He took their orders, something that proved immensely difficult from the father of the family, and returned to the kitchen to give it in. After a long while of waiting for the food he brought it out to them and placed it neatly on the table. The moment the father smelt the food a disgusted grimace washed over his face like a wave over sand. He argued over the quality of the food, and the moment Ryo explained why the order couldn’t be taken through again…

Splash. The man threw his half full drink at Ryo and consequently, the food too.

Ryo tried not to stare in anger at the man, but he couldn’t help it. He was disgusted by his behaviour, and by the look of his family’s faces, they were too. His wife tried to calm him down but he dismissed her completely and watched Ryo until he left the table. Ryo simply nodded robotically and walked off towards the kitchen. The customers who were sat around the man stared at the disgraced waiter until he had disappeared behind the bar.

Once he was in the kitchen he stormed all over the workplace to find Tatsuya. Every time something bad happened to Ryo, Tatsuya would listen to his rant until he couldn’t rant anymore. Ryo was definitely in need of a good friend, and not just because of the accident with the customer and his drink. But before he could search the whole kitchen he stepped on a left over piece of tomato that hadn’t been cleaned from the floor…

Clatter.

The plates went everywhere. Ryo fell onto his back. If some old man’s alcohol wasn’t enough, he now had spaghetti all over his front. He groaned in anger and slammed his hands down on the tiled floor. He’d broken plates, caused a mess and made a customer unhappy - surely this meant punishment?

His prediction was correct. A while after his accident, Ryo was sent to the manager’s office for a ‘chat’. The walk to the office was just like the walk of shame, as if he was walking through a jail to be seated on the electric chair. Ryo was worried; he had no idea what his boss was going to say to him. Maybe he would have to do time without pay? Maybe he would have to stay later to clean? Whatever it was, it wouldn’t be delivered in a very nice way.

He checked his watch. Five to eleven. His shift was almost over. One hour and five minutes until I’m an adult. He reminded himself.

Once inside he closed the wooden door and waited for his boss to respond. He was sat at his desk with a few letters spread out over his keyboard. His eyes were hidden by glasses, which Ryo supposed was a good thing, but his frown was so intense that it could probably be seen by the kitchen staff behind the walls.

“Nishikido, there’s been something wrong with you recently.” He began. He sat back in his leather chair and sighed. “I’m afraid I don’t have the patience for it anymore. After tonight’s complaint I decided to let you go. Here, take this letter.” He passed one of the papers over, but Ryo didn’t move.

His stared at his boss wide eyed. His mouth hung open despite his effort to stay polite in front of his superior. Fired? What was he going to do without his job? What would he do for his family? The thoughts attacked his brain until he felt physically sick.

“I-I’m sorry sir.” Ryo begged. “But please don’t fire me, I will try harder from…”

“Nishikido you are in no position to argue!” He shouted, as usual. “I have your documents here and…”

“Please!” Ryo cried. His outburst not only shocked his boss, but it also shocked himself. He was pretty sure that the kitchen heard it too; the walls of the office were paper thin since it was only a small wooden block attached to the rest of the restaurant. “I need this job, sir!”

“What for? A new phone? New clothes? Whatever you young people do with your lives?” His boss scoffed at Ryo and shook his head. “Some of us have families to support and at the moment you’re dragging those people down.”

Ryo felt like he wanted to scream. Anger welled up in his veins, and if he hadn’t already been so used to his managers bullying he would have felt every artery in his body pop. Just before Ryo went to leave the office, there was a small knock on the door. Without being invited inside, Tatsuya made his way into the small space and bowed.

“I’m sorry for the intrusion,” Tatsuya excused with sincere lack of honesty, “But I overheard the conversation and I would like to state than in the event of Nishikido being fired, I will be leaving the restaurant.”

Their boss stood to his feet and pulled a face of disgust.

“What are you talking about?!” He shouted. He slammed his hand down on his desk and growled. Ryo was sure that smoke would start spurting from his ears at any moment. “You can’t leave this restaurant!”

“I can. Easily.” Tatsuya threatened. “Keep Nishikido here and I will make sure that he stays in check. Fire him and I will leave too.”

There was silence. The boss dwelled over his options and sat back down in his chair. Of course, as Tatsuya knew, there was nothing for their boss to dwell over. The restaurant couldn’t function without Ueda Tatsuya, and suddenly it seemed that Ueda Tatsuya couldn’t function without Nishikido Ryo. Ryo took the chance to look at Tatsuya, stood by his side completely and utterly serene. Nothing swayed him; not confidence, not fear, not anything. Ryo turned away from him and bit his lip. If I was more like Ueda Tatsuya then I wouldn’t be in this position. I’m pathetic.

Finally, their boss accepted Tatsuya’s offer and both men left the office without punishment. Ryo checked his watch. Eleven o clock. If he didn’t clean up the kitchen it was possible that his boss would dock his pay, so he hurriedly did his duty and managed to ignore Ueda Tatsuya for the remainder of his time at Elliott’s.

~*~

Rain. It seemed that Ryo was destined to be soaked in some form of liquid all day. Ryo wasn’t religious, but it felt as if he had an enemy somewhere in the heavens that was hell-bent on ruining his life. He stood at the train station exit, clutched his work bag in anger and sighed.

Due to the amount of mess in the kitchens, Ryo had missed his last train home. He had no money to buy somewhere to stay and he didn’t know anyone in the area. He looked up at the pitch black sky and let the raindrops smother his worry stricken face. After such a terrible day Ryo felt like he’d aged fifty years, but in fact, he had only aged a year.

It was five past 12 on November 3rd. He was finally 20 years old.

Ironically, Ryo had decided that his work clothes were the better of the two sets he owned. One set was covered in dirt and the other was covered in spaghetti, but since his work clothes were black he figured he could get away with wiping himself down and travelling home. Now, it seemed, either would be fine; they would both receive a natural wash from the sky.

He sat by himself for a few minutes. A small bench by the shabby old train station was his preferred spot; train platforms at night reminded him of bad memories, and since he was already soaked through, what did it matter if more rain spat on him from the clouds? The neighbourhood was quiet apart from the sound of rain hitting tin roofs. The strong stench of rain and grass that normally got stuck at the back of Ryo’s throat was replaced with rain and spaghetti; something that he definitely didn’t appreciate after skipping dinner.

Ryo wiped his face down and felt tears well up in his eyes. If Tatsuya wasn’t around to help me, I would have been fired. What would I have done then?

The thoughts plagued his already troubled mind until suddenly Ryo noticed someone’s presence near the bench. He jumped to the side and looked up at the man stood over him.

“You look wet.” He joked.

Ueda Tatsuya. Even though he had an umbrella, he looked like he’d been soaked by the rain too. He had changed into casual clothes, but the white T-shirt was so wet that he could almost see through it. Ryo stared at him for a while before he shook his head and snapped out of his daze. If only the rain had allowed him to hear the man’s footsteps before he reached the bench, maybe he would have been prepared for his appearance and been able to come up with a better response.

“I guess I do.” He sighed. They stayed in silence until finally Tatsuya leant his umbrella over Ryo’s head. It took a long time for Ryo to notice, but once he realised that rain had ceased its attack on his skin, he wiped his face down and looked up at Tatsuya with puffy, red eyes.

“I’m sorry if you feel like I belittled you today.” Tatsuya apologised. “I just didn’t want to see you fired over something so stupid.”

Ryo nodded and stood to his feet. There was no point in holding a grudge against Tatsuya, after all, his job was the most important thing over all. Without it he wouldn’t be able to look after his family, and the only price he had to pay for that was missing them for one night and enduring a hellish shift.

“It’s nothing.” He sighed. “Thank you for helping me.”

“You missed your train?” Tatsuya asked. Ryo nodded and scowled.

“It’s always hard to get this train.” He mumbled, “But I’ve never missed it before…” He stopped and bit his lip. He could feel his chest grow tight and tears well up in his eyes again, but he would never forgive himself if he cried in front of Tatsuya. “I just want to go home to my family, that’s all.”

“Stay at my flat.” Tatsuya offered. Ryo snapped his gaze up at the other man and pulled a face.

“Your flat?”

“Well, yes.” Tatsuya laughed. “It’s a nice flat, much tidier than Elliott’s kitchen, absolutely no tomatoes on the floor.”

Ryo pursed his lips and thought to himself. Something about staying over at Tatsuya’s flat was inviting yet daunting. Something was holding him back. Maybe it was the desperation to get back to his family, maybe it was his depressed state of mind telling him that he was only good enough for the rain, or maybe it was something to do with Tatsuya’s delicate and elegant features.

Whenever he wasn’t thinking about his family, Ryo was thinking about Ueda Tatsuya. It was a fact.

“I suppose… If that’s ok?” Ryo asked. “I wouldn’t stay long…”

“Stay as long as you like, I don’t care.”

Ryo narrowed his eyes at Tatsuya and smiled. Something was strange, Ryo could feel it, but he didn’t know what it was. Nevertheless, he found himself incredibly excited over the prospect of going to Tatsuya’s flat. Maybe it was the cold weather giving him a fever, but Tatsuya had provided the silver lining to his dark clouded head.

They walked together down the streets that Ryo had always wondered about on his way back from work. For the first time, Ryo explained his situation to a workmate; something he said he would never do for the sake of being accepted as an equal. But did it really matter anymore? His boss was willing to fire him because he judged him, and Tatsuya was more than understanding of his position. Despite their conversation topic being their pasts, Ueda Tatsuya remained a mystery to Ryo. He often glanced at his plain face and wondered whether he really was as detached as he seemed or whether it was a mask.

Sharing an umbrella was somewhat cosy, even out in the November rain. When they reached the flat Ryo felt a little disappointed that he had no excuse to stay close to the other man, but his excitement to enter the flat was still present. Tatsuya unlocked the old, rusty door and pushed it open.

The sight of the flat wasn’t what excited Ryo, but when the main room was unveiled, he couldn’t help but be shocked by its unique appearance. The layout was just like any other Japanese flat; the living area in the middle of the room and the kitchen area not too far away. But this was definitely not a Japanese room. Wherever furniture was needed, it was European style. He had a long sofa that looked like it came straight from an old English Victorian house. There was a large European rug on the floor and the cabinets that held shoes and accessories were even made of Oakwood. There was even a large antique clock on the wall that looked incredibly expensive. The kitchen area had wooden doors just like the cabinets, and even though the room didn’t have much in it, the colours and the patterns made it look crowded.

“Make yourself at home.” Tatsuya invited. He put his bag down on the floor next to the shoe box and hinted to Ryo to do the same. Ryo took another skim over the room and whistled to himself.

“You definitely like Western stuff.” He mumbled.

“Everything I earn goes towards new furniture and stuff.” Tatsuya explained as he looked over his room. Whenever friends came over and commented on his flat it was like he could see it with fresh new eyes. “It’s pretty expensive, so I don’t have too much yet.”

Ryo nodded and checked his watch. It was almost twenty to one. He sighed at the time and mumbled quietly to himself sarcastically. “Best birthday ever…”

“Birthday?” Tatsuya asked from the kitchen area at the left where he’d gone to open a window. A grin grew on his face when he looked back at Ryo. “You didn’t tell anyone that it’s your birthday!”

“It’s not important, why would I say anything?” Ryo muttered. He stood uselessly at the door, feeling that the conversation about his birthday was too freshly upsetting to him to talk about properly. Tatsuya frowned and walked over to him.

“But… you’re twenty aren’t you?”

“It’s just a number.” Ryo defended. “A year from now no one will care how old I am.”

Tatsuya chuckled and blushed slightly in response. Ryo watched him in curiosity. Why did he blush at such a comment? He wondered to himself. For whatever reason he did it, it was kind of cute.

“You’re really stubborn.” Tatsuya commented, “But it’s a good thing.”

“Not all the time…” Ryo mumbled. Tatsuya leant against the wall and let his head lean to the side so that he looked at Ryo from an angle. Ryo wasn’t sure whether to feel like an animal at a zoo or to appreciate the attention given to him, but a response didn’t feel necessary at all. He did exactly the same thing back to Tatsuya; observed the features on his face that he thought about almost every night after work.

“There’s something about you that’s different.” Tatsuya mumbled thoughtfully. “You look like you’ve been through a lot or something… I don’t know…”

The more Ryo stared, the more he remembered about Tatsuya that he liked. It felt as if everything he’d ever praised about the man had come to light at that moment. Everything about him was delicate and peaceful, and it wasn’t just something that Ryo admired anymore, it was something he wanted.

Falling for another man wasn’t something that happened to many men, but Ryo had been sure months before that it had happened to him. However, he’d never expected to be stood in his flat soaking wet with nowhere else to go. And due to his busy schedule, the only time he ever paid attention to Ueda Tatsuya was when he was alone in his room. He’d gone as far as to touch himself over the other man, but never had he once acted upon his feelings for the sake of his time, job and family.

Tatsuya pushed himself off the wall and sighed. “Well, it’s your birthday, maybe we should celebrate?”

“How?!” Ryo asked, naively yet annoyed at Tatsuya’s persistent talk of birthdays.

“I don’t know, anything.” Tatsuya muttered. His eyes hadn’t left Ryo’s in a while, and they’d lit up something in Ryo’s chest that set his heart off at a ridiculous rate. “What do you want to do?”

He looked down at himself. His clothes were soaked. A smirk arose on Ryo’s lips as soon as he said the sentence to himself in his mind. Neither was it innocent or suggestive, but Ryo knew which one he wanted it to be.

“I want to get out of these wet clothes.”

There. He’d said it. What followed felt like he was watching it on TV. Tatsuya mimicked Ryo’s smirk and walked over to him. Without instruction, he took hold of Ryo’s work shirt and began to undress him.

Ryo’s hands tingled in curiosity. What did Tatsuya do that caused him to react in such a way? He couldn’t put his finger on it, and Tatsuya wasn’t giving him any time to think it through. He calmly and skilfully loosened every button on Ryo’s shirt as if he only had to rub them between his fingers to weaken them. The placid eyes that bored into Ryo’s chest were driving him mad; how could Tatsuya be so tranquil while his heart was pounding against his rib-cage?!

“Do you want anything for your birthday?” The words drooled from Tatsuya’s mouth like cigarette smoke. Ryo stared at them as if he could see each letter hang from his lips. Maybe Tatsuya understood the tension that Ryo was under, or maybe Ryo’s imagination had gotten the better of him. Either way, it was impossible for Ryo to stop staring. He was already hypnotised by Tatsuya’s enchantment.

Once there were no more buttons to loosen, Tatsuya’s listless eyes skimmed Ryo’s exposed stomach. He looked dazed, or even intoxicated, but Tatsuya was simply hooked on the sight of Ryo’s semi-hidden abdomen. He snubbed his reluctance and skimmed the back of his fingers over the naked areas of Ryo’s skin. “You must want something, right?”

Each area that Tatsuya touched shivered sensitively. The ability to keep his desire at bay was beginning to crumple. Finally, both men ripped their eyes from below and caught each other in their sights. Ryo could hear his self-control crack.

“Definitely.” Ryo replied quietly but surely.

There was no need to confirm it; after they had caught each other’s eyes all questions were answered. Tatsuya’s hands pressed further against Ryo’s skin and travelled into his shirt. The fabric easily dropped off his shoulders as Tatsuya moved around Ryo and pushed one side off gently with his left hand. He stood behind Ryo and pressed his fingertips into the trapizius’ of the other man’s shoulders. As he massaged his back and neck, Ryo couldn’t help but moan softly at the soothing sensation in his muscles. Tatsuya smirked at the noise and continued to stroke up his neck and down to his collarbone.

“Have you thought about it before?” Tatsuya asked close to Ryo’s ear, “thought about what you wanted?”

Ryo closed his eyes and nodded slowly. His nods were so influenced by the kneading to his muscles that he moved in time with Tatsuya’s hands. He felt like a cat; caressed and manipulated by his owners actions to the point where he almost started to purr in reaction.

“Every night…”

Tatsuya left his shoulders, brushed his collarbone and stopped his hands at his chest. Tatsuya could feel Ryo’s heartbeat flutter against his bones. The idea that he had control over his heart while he played and squeezed with his nipples made Ryo even more tantalizing.

“I keep thinking about how I would pleasure you.” He breathed into Ryo’s ear. “I can’t get you out of my head.”

All of Ryo’s concentration was focused on Tatsuya’s hands and the growing erection in his pants. When he was outside the rain had soaked him through, so when Tatsuya’s hands drove down to his hips they skimmed with incredible ease, pushing whatever rain was left into his skin. He kissed deeply and sucked the crook of Ryo’s neck while he slowly glided his fingernails down his hips.

“You’re killing me…” Ryo moaned, frustrated by Tatsuya’s slow pace. His nails stroked up and down his hips in a ‘V’ shape towards his pants. Ryo had never been in a situation where his interest was behind him, and not being able to see Tatsuya brought out a childish, frustrated side of him that was sure to see its way soon enough. It was obvious that Tatsuya was just as turned on as he was; he could feel him pressed against him.

Quickly, Ryo grabbed Tatsuya’s wrists and pulled them away from his stomach. He turned to Tatsuya and forced him to the wall, his wrists pinned up at head level. It felt like he hadn’t seen Tatsuya’s face in forever, and something about looking at his smirk was refreshing and new. The sight didn’t last too long; as if he was magnetically attracted he leant forward and kissed the other man for the first time. Relief swarmed over his chest, but only added to the aggravation in his pants.

The kiss grew so deep that Ryo’s tongue roamed around Tatsuya’s mouth, desperate to get deeper. The action electrified Ryo back to life and his itching hands finally took control. He grabbed a handful of Tatsuya’s hair as if to make sure the kiss would grow in intensity, and his other hand roamed down his back and up his T-shirt.

Once they paused Ryo bit his lower lip and tugged on it as if to plead for more. Tatsuya couldn’t deny him, and fell back into his lips with ease. Ryo’s hands roamed up to the other man’s shoulders, and by that point his full back was exposed. Ryo tore away from Tatsuya and pulled his T shirt over his head impatiently.

“Eager?” Tatsuya asked with a smirk, slightly breathless from their kiss. Ryo threw the shirt to the floor and kept his eyes fixed on Tatsuya as if he was terrified the other man would disappear from sight.

After a few seconds of staring at each other and catching their breath, Ryo took a glance at Tatsuya’s naked upper body. He’d never known how toned and sturdy the other man was, after all it wasn’t a chef’s top priority to keep fit. Ryo wasn’t sure how he could compare to such a body; he was normally known as a puny, weedy little thing with a muscle-man attitude. But despite Tatsuya’s strength, his body shape was very similar to Ryo’s in height and weight, and only moments ago Tatsuya had been worshipping his body like it was perfect.

Without thinking, Ryo’s hands had stroked down Tatsuya’s abdomen and examined every muscle on the way down to his pants. When he hooked his fingers over the waistband of his boxers, Tatsuya groaned and grabbed Ryo by the shoulders. Before he knew it, Ryo’s back hit the wall and Tatsuya was staring at him with a devious glint in his eyes. “It’s your birthday, so I’m the one who’s going to treat you.”

Tatsuya unzipped Ryo’s soaked trousers, dragged his fingers along his abdomen and pushed them inside his red boxers. He smiled as he touched Ryo’s erection and cupped his other hand around his ass. Even simple light touches to him made his brain go crazy, so when Tatsuya kissed him and started stroking up and down his length Ryo couldn’t help but groan loudly into his mouth.

He took another handful of Tatsuya’s hair and kissed him roughly as the other man’s hand caressed him at different paces. Ryo’s heightened senses and frustrations were about to be put to the test - he knew it. Tatsuya pushed on his balls, massaged his erection and twisted his hand so that he stroked the underside of his length before releasing his grip. This alone induced a low growl from Ryo’s throat. He threw his head into Tatsuya’s shoulder and increased the pressure to the grip on his hair and his hip.

“I want to fuck you.” Ryo groaned into Tatsuya. He rolled his forehead around the shoulder and let his wet hair plaster on his skin. “I need to fuck you.”

“Not yet.” Ueda hushed, “Trust me.” He took hold of his arms and lowered slightly so that he could move his shoulder away from Ryo and kiss him again. He pushed Ryo’s head back up with his kiss and nuzzled his nose with his own. The action made Ryo a little light headed but the cute movement also made him smile.

Bliss had thinly covered Ryo’s thoughts and senses. It hadn’t completely blinded him, but it fogged his view and stripped him of his rational thinking. Had he been in a more stable frame of mind he would have noticed Tatsuya’s kisses lower down his body and wet hair tickle his stomach.

Tatsuya pushed Ryo’s boxers completely off his erection and breathed gently along the tip. The slight breeze of breath shocked Ryo from his daze and made him shiver. He snapped his vision to the floor, but it was his sense of touch that realised what had happened before his eyes. The warm sensation of Tatsuya licking and sucking around him immediately took him back to his close state. Simple bliss was nothing compared to the ecstasy brought by the warm wetness that surrounded him at that moment.

It didn’t take long for Ryo to vocally express his reactions over Tatsuya’s technique. He held his head and fucked his mouth while whining in agony over Tatsuya’s speed. It was clear that Tatsuya wanted to keep things protracted, so if Ryo didn’t fasten the pace then they would be moving agonizingly slowly. Despite his intentions, Tatsuya welcomed the quickened pace, and as Ryo rocked into him he held tightly onto his ass to push him deeper and reinforce their rhythm.

“Tatsuya…” Ryo moaned between pants, “I need you, right now…”

There was no response. Tatsuya carried on and Ryo bit his lip in exasperation. He was close to complete and utter elation, so much so that his whole body felt the stress of holding it back. The moment that Tatsuya pulled away, Ryo pushed him back onto the floor and fell to his knees. He looked over Tatsuya, who wasn’t quite sure how to react to the push. “If I don’t fuck you now you’re going to send me crazy.” He growled.

Ryo pushed his trousers off with ease, and then launched forward to Tatsuya’s jeans. He unzipped them, dragged the jeans and his boxers down and threw them aside once they were off. Once gone he pulled the other man from the floor and made him kneel over him as he sat cross legged. Tatsuya smirked at the position; his body was pressed up against Ryo and his erection was squashed against his chest. Ryo sucked and bit at Tatsuya’s nipple, which finally induced the first loud moan from Tatsuya’s throat. Ryo smirked just as Tatsuya had done to him and stroked his erection. “God you’re gonna feel good.” He whispered as he brought his fingers up to the other mans mouth.

Immediately Tatsuya opened his mouth and sucked the fingers. Ryo kissed around Tatsuya’s neck and slowly inserted his fingers into him. He could feel Tatsuya tense, but once he finger fucked him gently, it didn’t last long. Eventually Tatsuya was being subjected to blissful sensations in three areas of his body, all stimulated by Ryo, and all driving him just as crazy as he had driven the other.

“That’s it.” Tatsuya groaned. He opened his eyes and looked down to Ryo, “I’m ready now, but it’s still your birthday present from me.”

He took hold of Ryo’s shoulders and Ryo held his back. He observed as Tatsuya rearranged his legs around him and positioned himself over his erection. The moment he pushed down onto Ryo’s cock he moaned loudly without holding back. Ryo pushed into him as hard as he could in his position, but it seemed like Tatsuya was the one exerting such pleasures onto him while he could simply rock gently into him from his cross legged pose.

It was perfect for entering Tatsuya; the slow pace eased Ryo inside his tight walls and both men groaned into each other as Ryo got deeper and deeper. Tatsuya’s skin was so sensitive that even Ryo’s wet hair against his shoulder was bringing him closer. His hands moved from Ryo’s back to his shoulder and his dark hair. He grabbed a handful as Ryo bit into his skin and sucked at his neck. Finally, the elation grew too much for Tatsuya and he found himself desperate for a faster, rougher pace. “More.” He ordered, “Faster.”

Ryo gave in to his will. His animalistic state of mind had taken over and before he knew it he’d thrown Tatsuya to the floor and had hold of his thighs. He rearranged his legs so that he was knelt above Tatsuya and pulled the man’s body towards him, entering him yet again but much rougher than before. Tatsuya wailed at the sensation and continued to pant and groan as Ryo rammed into him with all of his strength.

Neither man realised how they moaned, almost screamed, with each other. Eventually they reached the point of complete euphoria and their cries bled into one and other to a point where they could hardly hear themselves. Ryo pushed as deep into Tatsuya as he physically could and felt as if he went blind with bliss. He released inside him, and at the same time Tatsuya arched his back and came over Ryo’s abdomen.

When their orgasm finished Ryo fell on top of Tatsuya. They panted and regained their breath together. Their rain soaked skin had been replaced with sweat soaked skin, but neither man could remember being soaked in the freezing cold minutes before.

“You definitely are different.” Tatsuya whispered to Ryo. Ryo chuckled to himself and wiped sweat away from his brow.

“Is it because I was the best fuck you’ve ever had?” He asked with a smile. Tatsuya skilfully changed his impression from placid to evil in the space of seconds, and this caused Ryo to laugh even more.

They found it almost impossible to move from their spot. Ryo took another look at Tatsuya and felt something strange, something he never thought he’d ever experience after sex. He felt warm. He felt accepted. Something about Tatsuya was different, just how Ryo was different to him. He kissed him again and pulled him on top of his body. “All you wanted to do for me was pleasure me, why didn’t you care about yourself?” Ryo asked curiously.

“It’s not my birthday.” Tatsuya explained before kissing Ryo again. Ryo frowned and stopped the kiss.

“That’s not good enough! Every day at work we’re ‘Ueda and Nishikido’, and now suddenly we can’t keep off each other! “

Tatsuya stopped and looked at Ryo. He stared at him for what felt like eternity and finally he smiled.

“I guess it’s a story for another day.” He explained. “But today is your birthday, your 20th birthday, and it’s going to be a good one. We’ll stay here, make sure that you go back to help your family in the morning and you’ll be ready for an amazing day at work.” He pulled away from Ryo and smiled. “In fact, I could make it every day for you, if you ever wanted me to.”

Ryo smiled back and stood up with Tatsuya.

“That sounds good.”

“So.” Tatsuya began. He pointed in the direction of another room with his head and smirked. “Shower?”

“That sounds pretty good, too.” Ryo smirked.
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