JE fic: 5 Ways Ryo Corrupts Tego's Innocence [Ryo/Tego; PG-13]
Title: 5 Ways Ryo Corrupts Tego’s Innocence
Author: nami
Genre: Crack
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryo/Tego
Summary: Like the title says.
Notes: For thewhiteprophet and soundczech. Because your crack is teh awesome. xD
1. desensitization
Ryo watches Tego’s amateur dancing with a growing sense of irritation. Ever since NEWS’ hiatus, Tego had proclaimed that he would work hard to improve his dancing and singing. But he still sucks-Ryo would have said that aloud, but he is wary of Tego breaking into hysterical tears. There’s just something missing. And Ryo thinks he knows what it is.
“You’re not sensual enough,” Ryo finally tells him sharply, as if it were Tego’s fault that he was forced to criticize the younger boy.
“Sensual?” Tego blinks innocently, and Ryo sighs.
An hour later Tego’s large eyes grow larger still as he sits on Ryo’s couch, watching a marathon of pornographic videos from Ryo’s extensive collection with a sort of fascinated horror.
“Image training,” Ryo explains, completely unfazed by the obscene moans emanating from the surround speakers. He casually ejects the current disc from the player, replacing it with DominatriXXX 3: Seducing the Iron Maiden.
After a week of ‘image training,’ Tego has had enough.
“This is boring, Ryotan,” Tego complains, gesturing at the naked bodies writhing in ecstasy on the screen.
Ryo stares at the video, which zooms in on silicon-enhanced breasts glistening with sweat. He then looks at the uninterested look on Tego’s face and frowns, lapsing into a contemplative silence.
2. gender preference
“’Sup, Ryo?” Yamapi asks, plopping down beside the boy in question, who is deeply absorbed with a video he is viewing on his laptop. “Hey! Those are the backstage clips for SUMMARY!”
Ryo nods absentmindedly, hovering a finger over the touchpad and skipping over the part where Yamapi and Jin were having an extremely intelligent conversation about watermelons. The clip was now playing the equally retarded ‘fight’ that Jin started in NewS’ dressing room.
Yamapi laughs. “This really brings back memories! Too bad you and Uchi weren’t there…”
Ryo’s eyes light up as the scene before him progresses, and he stands up abruptly. “Tego-nyan!” he bellows, and a confused Tego promptly breaks away from Shige and Massu to walk towards him. “I know what the problem is now!” Ryo announces triumphantly. He points at the screen, where a significantly thinner Yamapi was stumbling back into the dressing room, shirtless and limping. “Here is the undeniable proof that you have a fetish for undressing other guys. Tego-nyan, you’re gay.”
“Eh? Really, Tegoshi?” Yamapi looks at Tego curiously.
Onscreen, a younger Tego chases after Nakamaru, attempting to pull down his pants. “I’m so proud of you, Tego-nyan,” Ryo says affectionately, ruffling Tego’s hair.
Tego looks like he is about to cry.
3. idiosyncrasy
One of the things that irks Ryo to no end is Tego’s habit of always rushing to suck on someone’s wounded finger whenever the case arises. It’s disgusting. And unhygienic. And too damn erotic for Tego’s own good.
It has to be stopped.
So when Shige gets a nasty paper cut from reading one of his thick law books and Tego immediately runs to his aid, pouty lips descending upon the bleeding digit, Ryo puts his foot down.
“Shige! Did you go to the bathroom just now?” Ryo demands, stalking over to the other two.
Shige shrugs, detachedly watching Tego suck on his index finger. “I went ten minutes ago. Why?”
Ryo whirls at Tego accusingly. “Did you hear that, Tego-nyan? Ten minutes ago Shige was touching his cock. You are sucking on his finger. You’re giving him an indirect blowjob!”
Tego chokes and withdraws his mouth abruptly. Shige is appalled.
“Think about it! You’ve sucked on everyone’s finger at least once by now! Imagine, you practically gave head to all your fellow band mates! Tego-nyan, you little slut.”
“That’s just sick, Ryo,” Shige remarks, his face pale as he packs up his books, all thoughts of studying lost as he focuses on clearing his mind of disturbing and unwanted images. “Look what you did. The poor kid’s traumatized!” He gestures at Tego, who has fallen into mute shock.
Massu suddenly enters the room, face contorted in pain. Koyama is at his heels.
“I told you not to touch the takoyaki because it was still too hot,” Koyama scolds him.
Massu holds his injured fingers up to Tego’s face. “Tegoshi…” he whimpers.
Tego stares at him with glassy eyes for a moment, before screaming, “MASSU, YOU BIG PERVERT!” He stomps out of the room in a rage.
Massu and Koyama gape after him, bewildered. Shige slaps a palm to his forehead, and Ryo smiles in satisfaction.
4. shopping
There is still a lot for Tego to learn, but Ryo is too famous and important a person to have the luxury of time to teach the boy everything. Ryo decides that it’s about time that Tego educates himself on his own.
Tego strolls down the grocery shop aisles, glancing at the short list that Ryo had given him before sending him off on this errand. Tego knows he could have declined, but he was afraid that Ryo would get mad at him if he mentioned that Ryo could easily get one of the stage hands to buy these for him.
Tego wishes he had. He ambles up to the drug store counter nervously.
“How may I help you?” the friendly female clerk greets him.
Tego’s face is pale. “I, umm, need to buy…” he mumbles the last word incoherently, blushing pink.
“Sorry?” the girl asks, smiling patiently at him.
“Condoms,” Tego says louder than he intends to, and a few people nearby turn to stare. Tego flushes a brighter shade of red.
The girl laughs. “Oh, I see. You look a bit young, though… Is this your first time?”
With all the blood rushing to Tego’s face, it was impossible to supply enough for his brain. He shook his head furiously. “No, this is-”
The clerk looks mildly surprised. “No? You mean it’s always your girlfriend who buys them for you?”
Tego is mortified beyond belief, and the only thing he wants is to get this excursion over with as soon as possible. “Ummm, I also need lube!” he babbles frantically, reading from Ryo’s list to cover up his embarrassment.
The girl dissolves into a fit of giggles this time.
“What’s so funny?” Tego demands.
“Dear me, so that’s why…” the girl manages to say between chuckles. She forces to compose herself enough to comment, “Your boyfriend is very mean, not explaining all this to you first.”
Eh? Boyfriend? What? Tego’s mind is a jumble of confusion as he tries to make sense of what the clerk is saying.
She shoots him a mildly pitying look and takes a deep breath, beckoning him closer before launching into a long, detailed explanation.
Ten minutes later finds Tego listlessly shuffling towards the store entrance with his eyes wide as saucers, clutching his purchases shakily.
“Good luck, Tegoshi-kun!” the girl cheerily calls out to him as she waves him goodbye.
5. in sum…
Tego effortlessly rolls his hips to the song that Ryo has specifically dubbed his ‘ero ero dance music.’ Ryo observes him from his seat ten paces away, a smug expression on his face. His little Tego-nyan had improved drastically, and it was all thanks to him! Of course, he didn’t doubt for a second that he could turn Tego into a walking sex machine if he so chose. He is Nishikido Ryo after all, a spectacular performer in all aspects, so it only makes sense that anyone he puts under his wing will achieve great things-not as great as what he was already capable of, naturally, but close enough.
Tego does a particularly violent (and erotic) hip thrust just as Ryo is opening a soda can, causing the older boy to pull the tab at an awkward angle and swipe a razor-sharp bit of aluminum on his middle finger. “Ow!” he cries out in pain, and Tego stops dancing to glance at him in concern.
“Are you okay?” Tego inquires, shuffling closer to Ryo and eyeing the bleeding finger.
“Of course I’m not! Quick, suck on it,” Ryo commands authoritatively, thrusting his hand in Tego’s face.
Tego pouts adorably. “But I don’t want to give you a blowjob, Ryotan.”
Ryo stares at him in disbelief for a moment. “I made you,” he admonishes in a superior tone. “You are obligated to do whatever I say, whenever I say it. Now, suck.”
Tego’s gaze is smoldering as he wordlessly sits in Ryo’s lap, wrapping his hands around the other boy’s and bringing the cut finger close to his lips. He licks it slowly, starting from the base where the blood had trickled to, sliding the tip of his tongue up to the tip before taking the entire finger into his mouth and sucking hard.
Ryo leans back with a lazy smirk, enjoying the slick, pleasurable sensations that were going directly to his groin.
He’s a pretty damn good coach, if he does say so himself.
Notes again - I should be studying for finals... Thank you so much for luring me away from my calculus book, Sam xP
Author: nami
Genre: Crack
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Ryo/Tego
Summary: Like the title says.
Notes: For thewhiteprophet and soundczech. Because your crack is teh awesome. xD
1. desensitization
Ryo watches Tego’s amateur dancing with a growing sense of irritation. Ever since NEWS’ hiatus, Tego had proclaimed that he would work hard to improve his dancing and singing. But he still sucks-Ryo would have said that aloud, but he is wary of Tego breaking into hysterical tears. There’s just something missing. And Ryo thinks he knows what it is.
“You’re not sensual enough,” Ryo finally tells him sharply, as if it were Tego’s fault that he was forced to criticize the younger boy.
“Sensual?” Tego blinks innocently, and Ryo sighs.
An hour later Tego’s large eyes grow larger still as he sits on Ryo’s couch, watching a marathon of pornographic videos from Ryo’s extensive collection with a sort of fascinated horror.
“Image training,” Ryo explains, completely unfazed by the obscene moans emanating from the surround speakers. He casually ejects the current disc from the player, replacing it with DominatriXXX 3: Seducing the Iron Maiden.
After a week of ‘image training,’ Tego has had enough.
“This is boring, Ryotan,” Tego complains, gesturing at the naked bodies writhing in ecstasy on the screen.
Ryo stares at the video, which zooms in on silicon-enhanced breasts glistening with sweat. He then looks at the uninterested look on Tego’s face and frowns, lapsing into a contemplative silence.
2. gender preference
“’Sup, Ryo?” Yamapi asks, plopping down beside the boy in question, who is deeply absorbed with a video he is viewing on his laptop. “Hey! Those are the backstage clips for SUMMARY!”
Ryo nods absentmindedly, hovering a finger over the touchpad and skipping over the part where Yamapi and Jin were having an extremely intelligent conversation about watermelons. The clip was now playing the equally retarded ‘fight’ that Jin started in NewS’ dressing room.
Yamapi laughs. “This really brings back memories! Too bad you and Uchi weren’t there…”
Ryo’s eyes light up as the scene before him progresses, and he stands up abruptly. “Tego-nyan!” he bellows, and a confused Tego promptly breaks away from Shige and Massu to walk towards him. “I know what the problem is now!” Ryo announces triumphantly. He points at the screen, where a significantly thinner Yamapi was stumbling back into the dressing room, shirtless and limping. “Here is the undeniable proof that you have a fetish for undressing other guys. Tego-nyan, you’re gay.”
“Eh? Really, Tegoshi?” Yamapi looks at Tego curiously.
Onscreen, a younger Tego chases after Nakamaru, attempting to pull down his pants. “I’m so proud of you, Tego-nyan,” Ryo says affectionately, ruffling Tego’s hair.
Tego looks like he is about to cry.
3. idiosyncrasy
One of the things that irks Ryo to no end is Tego’s habit of always rushing to suck on someone’s wounded finger whenever the case arises. It’s disgusting. And unhygienic. And too damn erotic for Tego’s own good.
It has to be stopped.
So when Shige gets a nasty paper cut from reading one of his thick law books and Tego immediately runs to his aid, pouty lips descending upon the bleeding digit, Ryo puts his foot down.
“Shige! Did you go to the bathroom just now?” Ryo demands, stalking over to the other two.
Shige shrugs, detachedly watching Tego suck on his index finger. “I went ten minutes ago. Why?”
Ryo whirls at Tego accusingly. “Did you hear that, Tego-nyan? Ten minutes ago Shige was touching his cock. You are sucking on his finger. You’re giving him an indirect blowjob!”
Tego chokes and withdraws his mouth abruptly. Shige is appalled.
“Think about it! You’ve sucked on everyone’s finger at least once by now! Imagine, you practically gave head to all your fellow band mates! Tego-nyan, you little slut.”
“That’s just sick, Ryo,” Shige remarks, his face pale as he packs up his books, all thoughts of studying lost as he focuses on clearing his mind of disturbing and unwanted images. “Look what you did. The poor kid’s traumatized!” He gestures at Tego, who has fallen into mute shock.
Massu suddenly enters the room, face contorted in pain. Koyama is at his heels.
“I told you not to touch the takoyaki because it was still too hot,” Koyama scolds him.
Massu holds his injured fingers up to Tego’s face. “Tegoshi…” he whimpers.
Tego stares at him with glassy eyes for a moment, before screaming, “MASSU, YOU BIG PERVERT!” He stomps out of the room in a rage.
Massu and Koyama gape after him, bewildered. Shige slaps a palm to his forehead, and Ryo smiles in satisfaction.
4. shopping
There is still a lot for Tego to learn, but Ryo is too famous and important a person to have the luxury of time to teach the boy everything. Ryo decides that it’s about time that Tego educates himself on his own.
Tego strolls down the grocery shop aisles, glancing at the short list that Ryo had given him before sending him off on this errand. Tego knows he could have declined, but he was afraid that Ryo would get mad at him if he mentioned that Ryo could easily get one of the stage hands to buy these for him.
Tego wishes he had. He ambles up to the drug store counter nervously.
“How may I help you?” the friendly female clerk greets him.
Tego’s face is pale. “I, umm, need to buy…” he mumbles the last word incoherently, blushing pink.
“Sorry?” the girl asks, smiling patiently at him.
“Condoms,” Tego says louder than he intends to, and a few people nearby turn to stare. Tego flushes a brighter shade of red.
The girl laughs. “Oh, I see. You look a bit young, though… Is this your first time?”
With all the blood rushing to Tego’s face, it was impossible to supply enough for his brain. He shook his head furiously. “No, this is-”
The clerk looks mildly surprised. “No? You mean it’s always your girlfriend who buys them for you?”
Tego is mortified beyond belief, and the only thing he wants is to get this excursion over with as soon as possible. “Ummm, I also need lube!” he babbles frantically, reading from Ryo’s list to cover up his embarrassment.
The girl dissolves into a fit of giggles this time.
“What’s so funny?” Tego demands.
“Dear me, so that’s why…” the girl manages to say between chuckles. She forces to compose herself enough to comment, “Your boyfriend is very mean, not explaining all this to you first.”
Eh? Boyfriend? What? Tego’s mind is a jumble of confusion as he tries to make sense of what the clerk is saying.
She shoots him a mildly pitying look and takes a deep breath, beckoning him closer before launching into a long, detailed explanation.
Ten minutes later finds Tego listlessly shuffling towards the store entrance with his eyes wide as saucers, clutching his purchases shakily.
“Good luck, Tegoshi-kun!” the girl cheerily calls out to him as she waves him goodbye.
5. in sum…
Tego effortlessly rolls his hips to the song that Ryo has specifically dubbed his ‘ero ero dance music.’ Ryo observes him from his seat ten paces away, a smug expression on his face. His little Tego-nyan had improved drastically, and it was all thanks to him! Of course, he didn’t doubt for a second that he could turn Tego into a walking sex machine if he so chose. He is Nishikido Ryo after all, a spectacular performer in all aspects, so it only makes sense that anyone he puts under his wing will achieve great things-not as great as what he was already capable of, naturally, but close enough.
Tego does a particularly violent (and erotic) hip thrust just as Ryo is opening a soda can, causing the older boy to pull the tab at an awkward angle and swipe a razor-sharp bit of aluminum on his middle finger. “Ow!” he cries out in pain, and Tego stops dancing to glance at him in concern.
“Are you okay?” Tego inquires, shuffling closer to Ryo and eyeing the bleeding finger.
“Of course I’m not! Quick, suck on it,” Ryo commands authoritatively, thrusting his hand in Tego’s face.
Tego pouts adorably. “But I don’t want to give you a blowjob, Ryotan.”
Ryo stares at him in disbelief for a moment. “I made you,” he admonishes in a superior tone. “You are obligated to do whatever I say, whenever I say it. Now, suck.”
Tego’s gaze is smoldering as he wordlessly sits in Ryo’s lap, wrapping his hands around the other boy’s and bringing the cut finger close to his lips. He licks it slowly, starting from the base where the blood had trickled to, sliding the tip of his tongue up to the tip before taking the entire finger into his mouth and sucking hard.
Ryo leans back with a lazy smirk, enjoying the slick, pleasurable sensations that were going directly to his groin.
He’s a pretty damn good coach, if he does say so himself.
Notes again - I should be studying for finals... Thank you so much for luring me away from my calculus book, Sam xP