"Just One Night" (1/3) - [Ryo/Yamapi/Jin]
It happens one day, and Ryo’s not sure if it’s real because it just seems so surreal, but one day he just walks out on Uchi, right in the middle. Uchi’s hard and ready and moaning, needing release, but Ryo just up and stops, pulling on his boxers over a completely not erect penis and getting dressed, as Uchi stares in disbelief on the couch, hardness still painfully there.
“Sorry,” Ryo says, not sounding sincere at all, just, troubled. “You can jack yourself off, right?”
He leaves, just like that, and Uchi doesn’t know if he should be mad or worried, but he decides on mad and jacks off anyway, moaning Ryo’s name.
Ryo heads down to his favorite coffee shop because that’s what he does when he’s confused or hurt and needs time to think; he sits with a steaming drink and mulls, mulls until his coffee is gone or cold and he has an answer. He won’t go home, won’t sleep until he does, because can’t. Nishikido Ryo is perfectly able to solve his own problems, as he rationalizes.
However, this time, Ryo knows what’s wrong before he even pays for his drink, because he knows that sex with Uchi hasn’t been as fulfilling as it once was, no offense to Uchi. Uchi was a sexy man, though of course not sexier than himself. And it’s been like that for a while, because Ryo knows what he wants a taste of, isn’t the forbidden fruit the most tantalizing of all?
The answer’s been in front of him all the time, literally laughing in his face but innocently so. It wasn’t fair at all though, Ryo grumbles to himself, best friends are not supposed to fuck each other in fantastically perfect relationships. And yet, every time Ryo saw that person he wanted, it was like that person had everything, wasn’t it? Popularity, a pretty face, a successful career, and a gentle lover. He wouldn’t care, after all, he was the sexiest man alive, but why couldn’t he be that lover?
He chucked his empty cup in a trashcan. The worst part, he mused, was that Yamapi and Jin were just so stupidly adorable together, and fit each other like a jigsaw puzzle. It made Ryo sick sometimes, and he knew it was just because he’d grown up with lighthearted, glowing Yamapi, and he always placed second to Jin.
Just one fuck, one night. He wanted just once to see what it was like. Maybe it would be bad, no passion, a total waste of time, and then he could go back to being with Uchi without the empty feeling that something wasn’t right.
-
“I’m getting a few days off, Jin! Isn’t this great? Finally, some free time.” Yamapi smiles at Jin brightly even though he never smiles, because he thinks it makes him look ugly. He smiles that way whenever he’s truly happy, and the way Ryo sees it, he only smiles that way for Jin.
It makes him sick. But one day, Yamapi’s going to smile that way just for me, he thinks, and the upcoming week is the perfect time to do it.
Jin cocks his head to the side and takes Ryo a full minute to realize that Jin’s been staring at him, and that he has a slightly suspicious, slightly menacing leer plastered on his face.
“What?” Ryo snaps, and Yamapi in all his golden-skinned, dark haired glory turns to look at him with a concerned expression.
“What’s wrong, Ryo-chan?” he asks, with a soft smile. His hands finally leave Jin’s, for they’d been holding hands while bouncing up and down a moment before. His hands cross themselves across his chest, across his strong chest, fingers absentmindedly tracing soft skin over exposed arm muscles.
Ryo finally tears his eyes away from Yamapi’s perfect skin before barely grunting a “nothing” and darting out of the room. He’s pissed, he’s definitely pissed, because he’s already hard and Yamapi didn’t even do anything. Ryo takes this as proof that he’s been thinking about the whole situation way too much, and he decides that waiting any longer will probably drive him crazy, drive him off the edge.
Once home, he makes a halfhearted, mental apology to Jin as he picks up his baseball bat and a takes look at the drugs in his medicine cabinet, deciding just how he’s supposed to do this. He just needs Yamapi to forget Jin, just for a little bit, just make Yamapi think that there’s no one in world but Ryo.
-
Yamapi opens his eyes slowly; his head hurts so much and he doesn’t know why. He shifts slightly and then sits up, wide-awake, because there are dark eyes staring at him and he doesn’t know whose they are. He opens his mouth to say something, but then he shifts his eyes past the dark-haired, dark-eyed stranger and realizes that he has no idea where he is.
Ryo mentally smiles at Yamapi’s bewildered expression. This is actually the third time he’s knocked Yamapi out, because the first time, Yamapi had woken up laughing, “Ryo, I feel like I got hit with a sledgehammer. Did we get drunk, or what?” The second time, Yamapi had mumbled Jin’s name in his sleep with a ridiculously happy smile on his face before recognizing Ryo again. But maybe his plan is finally working out. He puts a hand on Yamapi’s shoulder very gently.
“Are you okay? When you fell down the stairs, I was really worried.” He puts on a concerned face and this, this is Ryo at this best, creating an extravagant web of lies just to obtain something he wants, but he doesn’t care because he’s wanted it so badly for so long.
“I. I-what? Who? Where…?” Yamapi looks around frantically.
“It’s me, Ryo. Your best friend, don’t you remember me? You’ve been living with me for a while, but when we were walking up the stairs today you slipped. Banged your head pretty hard, I was so scared.”
Yamapi seems to calm down a little, his eyes darting around less. “Ryo. This is your place,” he repeats slowly, getting used to the idea.
“I’m going to get you some water, Yamapi, okay? Maybe it’ll make you feel a little better.” Kindness, kindness, Ryo reminds himself, just offer a hand and he’ll take it, he’ll take anything right now.
It’s dawning on Yamapi that he just doesn’t know, he can’t remember, and the feeling just bothers him so much, that he’s missing out on something so big, his own life. He tries to remember something, anything, dredge up a silver of the past, and he scrunches his nose with closed eyes in concentration
A flash of a smile.
The warmth of hands enveloping his own.
A breathy whisper in his ear. Pi…
“Pi?”
He jerks back to reality. Ryo smiles down at him, extending a glass of cold water. “Here you are.” He finds himself mildly surprised when Yamapi reaches out with both hands, one taking the water and the other Ryo’s hand.
“Thanks for taking care of me,” Yamapi says sincerely. “I can already feel that we have a strong bond.” He smiles, no teeth, but Ryo feels Yamapi’s heart in it and warmth spreads throughout his body. He wonders if it’s just because he’s holding Yamapi’s hand, but no, Yamapi releases his hand to sip at his water delicately, and Ryo still feels that warmth.
This is his magic, isn’t it? Ryo thought he was the sorcerer here, bewitching Yamapi, but somehow he feels like it’s the other way around. He doesn’t mind a bit.
“Ryo-chan,” Yamapi sings, warm eyes looking into Ryo’s. “Will-will you tell me a little about yourself?”
Ryo expected this to be the worst part about giving someone amnesia, briefing someone about their own life, but with Yamapi he was pleasantly surprised. Ryo ended up telling more truth than he’d planned, they’d been best friends for more than five years now, always got a long very well, were in the same group.
“We’re in the same group?” Yamapi had asked, eyes wide. “For what?”
“We’re idols, Pi. Been idols for a long time.”
Yamapi’s eyes had gone even wider. “Really!” he’d said, breaking into that glittering, shiny, beautiful smile. Ryo thought his heart might explode, he was so happy to see it. “Idols! That’s so cool!” Pi had mused excitedly.
Ryo had explained that Yamapi had a few days off, and not to worry about it because his memory would surely come back before he had to go to work, no worries. And Yamapi had agreed, because the whole situation was so complicated, and Ryo knew best, didn’t he? “Just enjoy your little vacation, okay? A few days ago you were so excited to finally have some free time; it would be a waste if you didn’t enjoy it.”
-
Yamapi was in the shower, and Ryo was playing with a new addition to his key ring, telling himself how smart he was for taking Yamapi’s keys after knocking him out and stocking Ryo’s guest room with Yamapi’s clothes. None of Yamapi’s personal things other than clothing though, Ryo retained a slight fear of something jogging Yamapi’s memory. He figured that it would be easy to convince Yamapi that this whole thing was a dream, “no really, Yamapi, you’ve been unconscious for days. You seriously dreamed you were with me? That’s so weird!”
Yamapi comes out, dressed in sweatpants and a black tank top, settling comfortably next to Ryo on the living room sofa. He sighs, feeling refreshed. Confused as he still is, he’ll deal with the world tomorrow. Now, he’ll just be content. He turns to Ryo, who is eyeing him strangely.
“Ryo?” he whispers, even though he didn’t mean to. He swallows.
That’s it, isn’t it? Ryo thinks. Yamapi’s right here, on his damn couch, in a fucking tank top, still wet for God’s sake, and it’s just the two of them. If not now, then when? he asks himself. He doesn’t stop to think of an answer before leaning closer to Yamapi, kissing the younger boy softly, caressing his lips with his own. Yamapi jerks back slightly in surprise, but Ryo whispers against his lips, dark eyes meeting dark eyes, “It’ll be good, I promise.”
Poor Yamapi, confused as it is, knows one thing: he’s already decided to trust Ryo. He closes his eyes and kisses back and Ryo moves in a second time. Yamapi’s lips are soft, and yielding, Ryo finds, as he slips his tongue into Yamapi’s warm mouth. He pushes Yamapi back onto the sofa so that Yamapi is on his back and Ryo’s suddenly straddling him, never separating their mouths. Yamapi’s breathing starts to shorten as Ryo moves lower to sprinkle his neck with kisses, and when Ryo slips a hand under Yamapi’s to caress his chest and flick at his sensitive nipples, Yamapi gasps, little sounds that travel straight to Ryo’s cock, making him instantly harden. Ryo finally pulls of Yaampi’s shirt, throwing it to the side, before leaning down to lick around Yamapi’s nipples before his tongue darts out to lick the tip of one, and he sucks the other one, making Yamapi arch his back with a moan, involuntarily pushing his hips up into Ryo’s. Ryo takes his opportunity to roll his hips slowly into Yamapi’s, making the latter moan again, sending rumbling vibrations through Ryo’s body. He gazes fondly down at Yamapi, this image of perfection, arching gracefully as Ryo rubs his hands lower. It’s like Yamapi is on overdrive, feeling these sensations like it’s his first time, and crap.
Ryo stops for a second. Has Yamapi done this before? With Jin? Is this is first time? Is Ryo robbing Jin of something truly important?
Yamapi looks at him, eyes barely open from all the heavy sensations, and whispers, “What-? Don’t. Don’t stop,” in a breathy, needy voice, and something in Ryo’s brain snaps, telling him, fuck it, fuck Jin. All thoughts flee Ryo’s head and he focuses on Yamapi, Yamapi, Yamapi. Creamy skin that feels electric on his fingertips, dark hair mussed, deep eyes filled with lust and desire. And Ryo pulls off his own shirt and dips his tongue into Yamapi’s navel, hands working quickly to pull Yamapi’s sweatpants and boxers to his knees. He presses a kiss to the inside of Yamapi’s thigh, causing Yamapi to groan “please” before taking Yamapi’s length into his mouth.
Ryo wonders if this is all a dream, as he swirls his tongue over the tip of Yamapi’s cock, because there’s no way this can be real. Sex with Uchi has never, ever been this good, and the next thing he knows, he’s eagerly swallowing Yamapi’s come as the latter moans Ryo’s name. The sound of that alone is almost enough to make him come, but suddenly Yamapi is spreading his thighs and Ryo’s sliding in, and it’s good, so fucking good, because Yamapi’s tight and warm and this can’t possibly be real.
But it’s real, so real, and Yamapi looks so beautiful, covered in a thin layer of sweat, eyes closed, breathing in gasps because Ryo’s thrusts feel so good. He opens his eyes to look at Ryo, and Ryo almost comes at the sight because there’s just something in Yamapi’s eyes that’s so sexy and once in a lifetime and just indescribable. Ryo grabs Yamapi’s cock and strokes him in time to his thrusts and Yamapi quickly becomes hard again, until Ryo hits that spot and Yamapi lets out a cross between a moan and a groan, and Ryo groans because Yamapi’s deep voice is just that sexy. Ryo hits that spot once more and Yamapi comes for a second time at the same time Ryo releases himself inside of Yamapi.
He pulls out and falls on top of Yamapi, who encloses Ryo in his arms, both panting and pliable, sweaty and sticky. Yamapi mumbles something like “another shower” and Ryo smiles, but Yamapi is already exhausted and drifting off into sleep, and Ryo just smiles still.
-
Ryo wakes up in his own bed with naked Yamapi in his arms, a warm feeling in his chest. Yamapi’s lips are brushing Ryo’s collarbone, and it makes Ryo exhale in content. As he reluctantly extricates himself from Yamapi and the sheets to take a shower and get ready for work, he gazes at Yamapi’s peaceful face, long eyelashes and straight nose and heart-shaped mouth. He sighs.
Just one more night, he thinks to himself. One more night, and Jin can have him back.