Who Would Have Thought?
Title: Who Would Have Thought
Author:lildaisy06
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters though I wish I do
Pairing: Nishikido Ryo X Toda Erika
Rating: PG 13
[…Who would've thought that the dreams come true?
And who would've thought I ended up with you?
And who would've thought what they said was true?
But it was and you are, lighted darkness come through
~ Who Would’ve Thought - Rancid…]
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Who would have thought my room mate is capable of turning my entire body into molten fire? I certainly didn’t and even as I gasp and clung to him, my mind is still dazed with the discovery. Who would have thought he knew exactly the right way to turn me on, exactly the right words, the right touch… the right spots to kiss on my body?
I certainly didn’t.
You see, a few hours ago I never would have thought that I’d be caught in this position, me pressed down into his mattress as his hands, his lips, his tongue so surely stake their claim on me. I never, NEVER would have imagined having my legs wrapped around his lean waist, hands clutching his shoulders in desperate wanton passion as we move together in complete abandon.
You see, because up until a few hours ago… I always thought he was gay.
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“Erika, if you don’t wake up now I’m going to pour water on you.”
That’s my normal wake up call and as I groan and stumble like a drunkard out of my room, still swaying on my feet from sleep, my roommate, Nishikido Ryo is already setting the table with gorgeously made French toast and omelettes.
He’s a morning person, the type who sings in the morning as he floats about the house making breakfast that smells sinfully delicious, already spick and span like a polished nail. Shirt and tie crisply iron under the apron he wears. I sometimes accuse him of not being human and there are times, especially morning like these, that I secretly believe I’m right.
I’m a medical intern at Jyounan University Hospital and my working hours are insane so I think you should forgive me if I’m not exactly a morning person. Ryo on the other hand is a manager at a modelling agency and just so happen to work with the same crazy hours. Unlike me however, he’s a firm believer in starting each day with a good breakfast and has an obsessive compulsion on forcing that belief on me as well.
We met two years ago when he answered an ad I had put up in the newspaper looking for a roommate. He had shown up at my doorstep in a sharp business suit, perfectly combed hair and exquisitely buffed nails; a walking advertisement for GQ magazine. On the other hand, I had my hair tied messily on top of my head and was wearing a holey jersey and faded leggings; looking like a pile of shit.
We took to each other almost immediately.
Oh, and incidentally I had also met Tegoshi Yuya on the same day as he came for a look see of the apartment with Ryo - hand resting possessively on Ryo’s elbow. Ryo introduced him as a model from his agency but I didn’t really need to be told that. Yuya was hot selling stuff, his face splashed on billboards everywhere and was as gay as gay comes. Flamboyant and extravagant, he won me over in minutes and I think it was mostly due to his weedling that I agreed to offer Ryo the room.
Ryo, if you’ll forgive my language, is fucking gorgeous. He was a little on the thin side but had this beautifully lean, sculpted body that can give heart attacks to unsuspecting girls - I should know, he prances around the house in nothing but a tiny towel all the time after his showers. His angular features were delicate and but contrasted interestingly with his intense hazel eyes and wide set mouth and he was quick to smile, showing off a set of dazzlingly perfect teeth. He really should have been a model instead of a manager, I told him that once but he told me fame just wasn’t his cup of tea.
Anyway, two years down the road we’re still living in the same apartment and have become good friends. Of course, he never said straight out that he was gay and I never asked but it’s only polite after all and I have no problem about it. I think he tried to tell me once, sitting down at the edge of my bed with a serious look on his face, telling me, “Rika… there’s something I need to tell you…”
So I decided to save him the awkwardness and jumped in instead, “You know… it’s okay Ryo, I think you’re a really great friend.”
“Eh…?”
“I really don’t care about anything else,” I told him, “You’re an amazing person and regardless of whatever the issue is, I really love you as a friend.”
“I see,” he had said gravely, nodding his head. Then he had left my room and we never talked about it again. Ryo IS a great friend and it doesn’t matter one bit to me that he’s gay. He’s the best shopping partner a girl can have and he does my nails better than anyone in the world can. Not to mention his cooking is awesome.
I love him, I really do and even thought there were many times I caught myself dreamily gazing at him wishing ‘if only…’ - I could always remind myself how grateful I am that he is in my life, that I have a friend like him.
So who would have thought that all this time, all this while, for two years, TWO DAMN years, I have been completely wrong about him??
“I’m going to be late tonight,” Ryo told me, “Yuya has an out of town shoot and it’s probably going to take a while. You have the night shift too right?”
“Yeah, I won’t be back until at least 2 am,” I told him, sitting down at the breakfast table to help myself to the food he had put out for me (I know, I know, I’m so spoiled), “Will Yuya be coming over as well?”
“Maybe, I’ll ask him.”
Every time they have a late event or shoot, Yuya would frequently stay over in Ryo’s room. I prefer not to think of what they do in there.
Work, as usual was stressful and demanding. I spent almost the whole night on my feet in the emergency room because a five car pile up happened on the freeway. By the time I managed to crawl home it was way past 2 and my watch told me it was almost half past four.
I hope I won’t disturb Ryo and Yuya when I get in…
The living room light was on when I got in and Ryo was sitting on the couch, winching as he tried to apply disinfectant to a wound on his forehead. His left cheekbone was sporting a garish blue bruise and his lips were cut in at least two places.
“Ryo!” I exclaimed, flying to his side, “What the hell happened??”
“I got into a fight,” he admitted, sheepishly relinquishing the cotton bud to me as I helped him cleaned his wound, “I don’t think my company will be working with that photographer anymore.”
“Eh?? What happened?”
“The onsite photographer was an asshole to Yuya. I walked in on him badmouthing Yuya to his staff, telling them that he thought Yuya was a slut and that all fags should die. I punched him in the face and we started fighting, all the time with him screaming at me that me and my gay lover shouldn’t be allowed to walk around like that and that we should be ashamed of ourselves.”
“What a bastard!” I exclaimed, reaching for the first aid box to retrieve a band aid for his forehead, “I hope you trashed him well and good.”
“I did,” Ryo replied haughtily, “And I really don’t care if we never work with them again.”
“Good for you,” I grin, “That’ll show him.”
“Seriously,” Ryo scoffed, “Me and my gay lover. Even if I was gay, Yuya would still be nothing more than a brother to me and if I WAS gay I would definitely not be ashamed of myself. There’s nothing wrong with being gay.”
My hands which had been till then cleaning the wounds on his face stilled.
“Wha… what?”
“I said if I was gay, I wouldn’t stand for someone telling me to be ashamed of myself. You think so too right Rika? I mean Yuya is such a good person, why should it matter if he’s gay?”
He blinked, looking at my uncomprehending face and his brows furrowed, “Rika?”
“What do you mean… IF you were gay?”
“I mean exactly that, if I was gay I wouldn’t be ashamed of it…” his voice trailed off as he looked at my stunned expression, “Rika… you… you didn’t think I was… gay… did you?”
“Uh…” my cheeks flamed red at his intense searching gaze on my face, “Well… um…”
The look of disbelief which flicked on his face went from confusion then to amusement as the corner of him lips began to twitch. In a moment, I sat there looking helplessly at him as he bent over double, howling with laughter.
“Oh god, RIKA!” he exclaimed, “What in the hell put that idea through your head??”
“Well, well you and Yuya…”
“Are best friends,” he said firmly, “His parents practically raised me and yes, Yuya is gay but he also has a boyfriend - Massu; he works at the agency too.”
“You know fashion better than I do,” I told him hotly and he shook his head, still laughing helplessly.
“Rika darling, a lump of rock knows fashion better than you, and besides baka, use your head, what industry do I work in?”
I was beginning to feel rather foolish, sitting there looking at him as he slid closer to me, his eyes dancing and that alarming grin breaking over his handsome face.
“Now I know why you walk around the house in those barely there little nighties of yours without a care in the world, or why you barely ever looked at me as though I was a man.”
“I…” the words faltered then I frowned, “You walk around the house in a towel all the time too!”
“Trying to get your attention,” he told me smugly, one hand tracing a path from my elbow to my shoulder, “And do you know how much my ego hurt when you didn’t even lift an eyebrow at that?”
“How was I supposed to know?!” I demanded, “You should have said something.”
This time his face became serious as he said in a soft voice, “I tried once, remember? Then you launch into this long speech about how much you love me as a friend and all that jazz. How could I possibly tell you that I’m desperately, madly in love with you after all that?”
“Oh.”
He came closer, his other hand taking the cotton bud out of my hand and setting it aside.
“So, you’re really not gay?” I asked him stupidly, feeling myself getting sucked into those intense hazel eyes that I have gotten to know so well.
“No,” he whispered, grinning still, “Would THIS convince you?”
The kiss made my knees buckle. Oh god, oh god he could kiss alright. His lips, cut as they were, were hot and demanding against mine and when his tongue slipped into my mouth, I moaned in surrender. It was beyond all my wildest fantasy.
“Shit… Erika,” he swore, roughly scooping me out of the sofa even as he continued to kiss me, “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?”
His room was closer and we tumbled unceremoniously onto the queen size bed, hands fumbling with buttons and zippers until we were skin to skin and he sank himself into me with a satisfied growl. Who would have thought that all this while I had been so completely blind to him? That I could have possibly been this dense?
With every knowing touch, every demanding kiss, I wanted to melt completely into him, wanted to make up for all the time we had lost due to my stupidity. The world exploded in a cataclysmic collection of stars that night and I think I must have lost all coherent train of thought. Nishikido Ryo had branded himself all over my skin, surely and confidently making me his - completely his.
Much, much later I lay on his chest, my world only finally beginning to right itself. His arms were possessively twined around me and I could here the slowing beat of his heart.
“Ryo…”
“Hm…?”
“About what you said earlier…”
“Yes Rika, I’m not gay,” he teased me and I laughed, smacking his shoulder before blushing and ducking my face away from his, “No… about you being…”
“Desperately, madly in love with you?” he asked me, propping himself up on one elbow to look at my flushed face.
I nodded.
“That’s because I am,” he whispered, dipping in to place a kiss on my collarbone, fingers naughtily tracing patterns on my still heated skin, “I am seriously, desperately in love with you. Ever since you first opened the door of this apartment wearing that ratty jersey of yours. I’ve been in love with you ever since.”
Oh.
Now who would have thought?
Author:lildaisy06
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters though I wish I do
Pairing: Nishikido Ryo X Toda Erika
Rating: PG 13
[…Who would've thought that the dreams come true?
And who would've thought I ended up with you?
And who would've thought what they said was true?
But it was and you are, lighted darkness come through
~ Who Would’ve Thought - Rancid…]
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Who would have thought my room mate is capable of turning my entire body into molten fire? I certainly didn’t and even as I gasp and clung to him, my mind is still dazed with the discovery. Who would have thought he knew exactly the right way to turn me on, exactly the right words, the right touch… the right spots to kiss on my body?
I certainly didn’t.
You see, a few hours ago I never would have thought that I’d be caught in this position, me pressed down into his mattress as his hands, his lips, his tongue so surely stake their claim on me. I never, NEVER would have imagined having my legs wrapped around his lean waist, hands clutching his shoulders in desperate wanton passion as we move together in complete abandon.
You see, because up until a few hours ago… I always thought he was gay.
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“Erika, if you don’t wake up now I’m going to pour water on you.”
That’s my normal wake up call and as I groan and stumble like a drunkard out of my room, still swaying on my feet from sleep, my roommate, Nishikido Ryo is already setting the table with gorgeously made French toast and omelettes.
He’s a morning person, the type who sings in the morning as he floats about the house making breakfast that smells sinfully delicious, already spick and span like a polished nail. Shirt and tie crisply iron under the apron he wears. I sometimes accuse him of not being human and there are times, especially morning like these, that I secretly believe I’m right.
I’m a medical intern at Jyounan University Hospital and my working hours are insane so I think you should forgive me if I’m not exactly a morning person. Ryo on the other hand is a manager at a modelling agency and just so happen to work with the same crazy hours. Unlike me however, he’s a firm believer in starting each day with a good breakfast and has an obsessive compulsion on forcing that belief on me as well.
We met two years ago when he answered an ad I had put up in the newspaper looking for a roommate. He had shown up at my doorstep in a sharp business suit, perfectly combed hair and exquisitely buffed nails; a walking advertisement for GQ magazine. On the other hand, I had my hair tied messily on top of my head and was wearing a holey jersey and faded leggings; looking like a pile of shit.
We took to each other almost immediately.
Oh, and incidentally I had also met Tegoshi Yuya on the same day as he came for a look see of the apartment with Ryo - hand resting possessively on Ryo’s elbow. Ryo introduced him as a model from his agency but I didn’t really need to be told that. Yuya was hot selling stuff, his face splashed on billboards everywhere and was as gay as gay comes. Flamboyant and extravagant, he won me over in minutes and I think it was mostly due to his weedling that I agreed to offer Ryo the room.
Ryo, if you’ll forgive my language, is fucking gorgeous. He was a little on the thin side but had this beautifully lean, sculpted body that can give heart attacks to unsuspecting girls - I should know, he prances around the house in nothing but a tiny towel all the time after his showers. His angular features were delicate and but contrasted interestingly with his intense hazel eyes and wide set mouth and he was quick to smile, showing off a set of dazzlingly perfect teeth. He really should have been a model instead of a manager, I told him that once but he told me fame just wasn’t his cup of tea.
Anyway, two years down the road we’re still living in the same apartment and have become good friends. Of course, he never said straight out that he was gay and I never asked but it’s only polite after all and I have no problem about it. I think he tried to tell me once, sitting down at the edge of my bed with a serious look on his face, telling me, “Rika… there’s something I need to tell you…”
So I decided to save him the awkwardness and jumped in instead, “You know… it’s okay Ryo, I think you’re a really great friend.”
“Eh…?”
“I really don’t care about anything else,” I told him, “You’re an amazing person and regardless of whatever the issue is, I really love you as a friend.”
“I see,” he had said gravely, nodding his head. Then he had left my room and we never talked about it again. Ryo IS a great friend and it doesn’t matter one bit to me that he’s gay. He’s the best shopping partner a girl can have and he does my nails better than anyone in the world can. Not to mention his cooking is awesome.
I love him, I really do and even thought there were many times I caught myself dreamily gazing at him wishing ‘if only…’ - I could always remind myself how grateful I am that he is in my life, that I have a friend like him.
So who would have thought that all this time, all this while, for two years, TWO DAMN years, I have been completely wrong about him??
“I’m going to be late tonight,” Ryo told me, “Yuya has an out of town shoot and it’s probably going to take a while. You have the night shift too right?”
“Yeah, I won’t be back until at least 2 am,” I told him, sitting down at the breakfast table to help myself to the food he had put out for me (I know, I know, I’m so spoiled), “Will Yuya be coming over as well?”
“Maybe, I’ll ask him.”
Every time they have a late event or shoot, Yuya would frequently stay over in Ryo’s room. I prefer not to think of what they do in there.
Work, as usual was stressful and demanding. I spent almost the whole night on my feet in the emergency room because a five car pile up happened on the freeway. By the time I managed to crawl home it was way past 2 and my watch told me it was almost half past four.
I hope I won’t disturb Ryo and Yuya when I get in…
The living room light was on when I got in and Ryo was sitting on the couch, winching as he tried to apply disinfectant to a wound on his forehead. His left cheekbone was sporting a garish blue bruise and his lips were cut in at least two places.
“Ryo!” I exclaimed, flying to his side, “What the hell happened??”
“I got into a fight,” he admitted, sheepishly relinquishing the cotton bud to me as I helped him cleaned his wound, “I don’t think my company will be working with that photographer anymore.”
“Eh?? What happened?”
“The onsite photographer was an asshole to Yuya. I walked in on him badmouthing Yuya to his staff, telling them that he thought Yuya was a slut and that all fags should die. I punched him in the face and we started fighting, all the time with him screaming at me that me and my gay lover shouldn’t be allowed to walk around like that and that we should be ashamed of ourselves.”
“What a bastard!” I exclaimed, reaching for the first aid box to retrieve a band aid for his forehead, “I hope you trashed him well and good.”
“I did,” Ryo replied haughtily, “And I really don’t care if we never work with them again.”
“Good for you,” I grin, “That’ll show him.”
“Seriously,” Ryo scoffed, “Me and my gay lover. Even if I was gay, Yuya would still be nothing more than a brother to me and if I WAS gay I would definitely not be ashamed of myself. There’s nothing wrong with being gay.”
My hands which had been till then cleaning the wounds on his face stilled.
“Wha… what?”
“I said if I was gay, I wouldn’t stand for someone telling me to be ashamed of myself. You think so too right Rika? I mean Yuya is such a good person, why should it matter if he’s gay?”
He blinked, looking at my uncomprehending face and his brows furrowed, “Rika?”
“What do you mean… IF you were gay?”
“I mean exactly that, if I was gay I wouldn’t be ashamed of it…” his voice trailed off as he looked at my stunned expression, “Rika… you… you didn’t think I was… gay… did you?”
“Uh…” my cheeks flamed red at his intense searching gaze on my face, “Well… um…”
The look of disbelief which flicked on his face went from confusion then to amusement as the corner of him lips began to twitch. In a moment, I sat there looking helplessly at him as he bent over double, howling with laughter.
“Oh god, RIKA!” he exclaimed, “What in the hell put that idea through your head??”
“Well, well you and Yuya…”
“Are best friends,” he said firmly, “His parents practically raised me and yes, Yuya is gay but he also has a boyfriend - Massu; he works at the agency too.”
“You know fashion better than I do,” I told him hotly and he shook his head, still laughing helplessly.
“Rika darling, a lump of rock knows fashion better than you, and besides baka, use your head, what industry do I work in?”
I was beginning to feel rather foolish, sitting there looking at him as he slid closer to me, his eyes dancing and that alarming grin breaking over his handsome face.
“Now I know why you walk around the house in those barely there little nighties of yours without a care in the world, or why you barely ever looked at me as though I was a man.”
“I…” the words faltered then I frowned, “You walk around the house in a towel all the time too!”
“Trying to get your attention,” he told me smugly, one hand tracing a path from my elbow to my shoulder, “And do you know how much my ego hurt when you didn’t even lift an eyebrow at that?”
“How was I supposed to know?!” I demanded, “You should have said something.”
This time his face became serious as he said in a soft voice, “I tried once, remember? Then you launch into this long speech about how much you love me as a friend and all that jazz. How could I possibly tell you that I’m desperately, madly in love with you after all that?”
“Oh.”
He came closer, his other hand taking the cotton bud out of my hand and setting it aside.
“So, you’re really not gay?” I asked him stupidly, feeling myself getting sucked into those intense hazel eyes that I have gotten to know so well.
“No,” he whispered, grinning still, “Would THIS convince you?”
The kiss made my knees buckle. Oh god, oh god he could kiss alright. His lips, cut as they were, were hot and demanding against mine and when his tongue slipped into my mouth, I moaned in surrender. It was beyond all my wildest fantasy.
“Shit… Erika,” he swore, roughly scooping me out of the sofa even as he continued to kiss me, “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?”
His room was closer and we tumbled unceremoniously onto the queen size bed, hands fumbling with buttons and zippers until we were skin to skin and he sank himself into me with a satisfied growl. Who would have thought that all this while I had been so completely blind to him? That I could have possibly been this dense?
With every knowing touch, every demanding kiss, I wanted to melt completely into him, wanted to make up for all the time we had lost due to my stupidity. The world exploded in a cataclysmic collection of stars that night and I think I must have lost all coherent train of thought. Nishikido Ryo had branded himself all over my skin, surely and confidently making me his - completely his.
Much, much later I lay on his chest, my world only finally beginning to right itself. His arms were possessively twined around me and I could here the slowing beat of his heart.
“Ryo…”
“Hm…?”
“About what you said earlier…”
“Yes Rika, I’m not gay,” he teased me and I laughed, smacking his shoulder before blushing and ducking my face away from his, “No… about you being…”
“Desperately, madly in love with you?” he asked me, propping himself up on one elbow to look at my flushed face.
I nodded.
“That’s because I am,” he whispered, dipping in to place a kiss on my collarbone, fingers naughtily tracing patterns on my still heated skin, “I am seriously, desperately in love with you. Ever since you first opened the door of this apartment wearing that ratty jersey of yours. I’ve been in love with you ever since.”
Oh.
Now who would have thought?