[Fic] Stranger Things Have Happened
Title: Stranger Things Have Happened
Pairing/Characters: Ryo/Yasu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex scenes.
Notes: My k8_exchange offering this year!
Summary: Yasu would never have expected it of him, but Ryo is the one asking for more from their relationship.
“Let’s go out tonight,” Ryo says, and Yasu almost laughs, because when Ryo says a thing so bluntly like that, it’s because he really means it and he doesn’t want you to know how much.
Everybody knows, though. Yasu thinks it’s cute.
“Sure,” he agrees with a smile. He doesn’t usually go out with Ryo, even if they do sometimes bump into each other in one bar or another.
Ryo nods as if it’s understood. “There’s a cool place someone told me about,” he says. “All retro, know what I mean? Let’s go there.”
“Whatever you like,” says Yasu easily. Ryo makes good recommendations. Well, he makes bad ones too, but the ones he makes to Yasu are usually spot on. They’re on location in Sapporo to film an episode of MAP, meaning an overnight stay, so Yasu is happy to take the opportunity to sample the local scene while he has the chance.
Yasu almost laughs again when he walks into the bar. Ryo wasn’t joking when he said retro - the walls are red brick and the seats are red plastic, and there are coloured lights that rotate on the dancefloor. But they’re playing the Beatles and there’s an extensive selection of reasonably-priced drinks, so Yasu finds it charming.
Everyone here looks like a musician. Yasu thinks that’s cool. He likes when Ryo is immersed in music. He knows Ryo works very hard, and sometimes seems like he plays even harder, but Yasu can’t deny he has an extra level of respect when Ryo shows his passion. It’s a quality Yasu admires.
As they drink, Ryo talks more and more animatedly about music and songwriting and the band, and Yasu gets caught up in it more than willingly.
“We should write another song together! Properly this time,” Ryo says, and Yasu finds himself nodding. “You and Ohkura wrote tte! and that came out pretty well.” He sounds a little envious, or something like that. “I want to try!”
“Yeah!” enthuses Yasu. “To be honest with you, I never expected to write that sort of song with Ohkura. I guess he just mentioned it to me one night.”
“Like I just did,” points out Ryo. His arm is around Yasu’s shoulders, like usual. Yasu likes it. He likes being the one the members lean on, the one they keep close to. Ryo in particular has been doing it a lot recently. Yasu thinks it’s sweet, it makes him feel happy that Ryo is so comfortable with him. It’s good to have such a good relationship with the members, Yasu thinks.
They keep drinking, and talking, and it gets late. They’re in no rush, there’s no tight schedule tomorrow. The streets are quiet when they stumble back into the hotel, laughing at nothing and clutching each other for balance.
Yasu won’t say he’s not surprised, but he finds it funny when, outside Ryo’s room when they’re winding down their conversation and getting ready to say goodnight, Ryo impulsively leans towards him and kisses him clumsily on the mouth.
“What was that for?” Yasu giggles.
Ryo shifts from foot to foot, glancing at Yasu’s face and then away again. “Just felt like it,” he mumbles.
Ryo looks like a middle school kid sneaking a kiss on the way home from school. Yasu thinks he looks so unconfident, so unlike himself that it’s cute and funny. To make him feel better, he puts his hand on Ryo’s arm and kisses him again.
He lingers a little longer, and afterwards Ryo fixes him with a look, curious and perhaps a little hopeful. Yasu smiles. “Still feel like it?”
Yasu hasn’t moved away - they’re still close enough that all Yasu can see is Ryo. He feels playful and cheeky and like this is a fun game that Ryo has started.
Ryo grins back at him, and this time when he kisses Yasu it’s full-on, no uncertainty at all. Yasu kisses back enthusiastically, and by the time he realises what’s happening Ryo has his room door open and is pulling Yasu inside.
If Yasu hadn’t drunk quite so much, he’d probably think differently, but right now it seems fun to keep kissing Ryo, sliding his hands under his t-shirt and feeling the hard muscles of his body underneath. It turns Yasu on, it’s exciting to touch someone so fit, he can’t get enough of it. It feels like it’s been a long time since he had a chance like this. And it’s Ryo, who he’s known for so many years, they understand each other, they’re close - there’s none of the awkwardness of touching a stranger for the first time, he’s seen Ryo naked countless times, he has a good idea of the sort of things he should do.
Ryo pulls his shirt off and urges Yasu’s off too. They’re rushing, horny and eager - this isn’t romance, there’s no dancing around, it’s just fun, hot and fast and breathless. Yasu gets Ryo on his back on the bed, naked and hard and it’s a rush, it makes Yasu feel good to have a hot guy spread out under him, waiting for him. He crawls down Ryo’s body, mouth trailing over his hot skin, until he’s between his legs.
Yasu looks up at him, taking him in. Ryo is so sexy, his body is perfect and he looks so natural, he just slips into this easily and completely. Yasu is totally absorbed in it, excitement bubbling high in him.
Ryo makes a frustrated sound in his throat, thrusts his hips up a little impatiently, and Yasu smiles. He wets his lips and licks up Ryo’s cock to the tip slowly, taking the head into his mouth. Ryo groans right away, and Yasu feels a thrill that almost makes him shiver. Ryo is keen, he doesn’t want to take his time either, he thrusts into Yasu’s mouth and Yasu is happy to take it.
Yasu sucks him eagerly, head spinning with the drink and the heady sudden rush of arousal. He could never have predicted this, it’s spontaneous and hot and daring and it feels wonderful. He works Ryo quickly with his tongue, taking advantage of the heat between them, working Ryo up fast. He’s sure it can’t be as long since Ryo last went with someone as it is for him, but Ryo seems just as into it as he is. He doesn’t think Ryo has ever been with another guy before, but he certainly has no inhibitions now. Yasu feels a special, forbidden kind of thrill, to think maybe he’s the only guy to be able to touch Ryo like this. It makes him feel sexy and desirable, powerful even.
He palms Ryo’s balls gently and Ryo moans, hands in Yasu’s hair and hips rocking up. Yasu takes him in as far as he can, enjoying himself, enjoying giving Ryo pleasure. He likes doing things for others that will make them feel happy and good.
It’s not long before Ryo comes, moaning soft and hoarse in his throat. “Come up here,” he pants, and Yasu drags himself back up the bed, clumsy with arousal, and lies on his side next to Ryo, who rolls over to face him.
Yasu’s eyes fall shut as he feels Ryo’s fingers stroke his eager cock. He’s so hard he can’t bear it, he needs more, quickly. He’s relieved when Ryo wraps a hand around his erection and starts to rub him, tentatively at first but, more firmly when Yasu moans, helpless and desperate. He thrusts against Ryo’s hand and Ryo speeds up, making Yasu gasp with how good it feels. He can’t stop himself getting carried away, and in no time at all he spills himself over Ryo’s hand and both their stomachs.
Yasu gets his breath back as Ryo reaches for tissues and wipes off his hand and their bodies. Their eyes meet, and they grin at each other until the grin becomes a giggle. Yasu feels great, his body feeling light with unexpected satisfaction.
“Have you ever done that before?” he can’t resist asking. “With a guy, I mean.”
Ryo shakes his head against the pillow, pulling a bit of a face. “It was good, though,” he mumbles.
Yasu grins. “Good,” he says. “I enjoyed it too,” he adds, to give Ryo a bit of a confidence boost. He doesn’t want him to feel weird about it. He’d hate Ryo to feel uncomfortable with him.
Ryo is quiet for a minute, his eyes closing. “You can stay here,” he mumbles, in the same way he asked Yasu to go out in the first place - that hidden invitation.
Yasu smiles. He really doesn’t feel like moving anyway, so he’s glad Ryo wants him there. He falls asleep without even realising he has.
His head is hurting when he wakes up, but apart from that he doesn’t feel too bad. Ryo isn’t in bed with him but he can hear the shower running. He wonders briefly whether to go back to his own room in case Ryo feels awkward, but in the end he decides to stay. He equally doesn’t want Ryo to think he’s avoiding him.
“Morning,” he says cheerfully when Ryo emerges. “How are you feeling?”
“Not bad,” says Ryo. “I have some medicine if you want some,” he offers.
“Thanks,” Yasu says with a smile. “Can I use your shower?”
“Don’t you need to get fresh clothes from your room?” Ryo says, like Yasu is an idiot.
Yasu giggles. “Either way I’d have to put my old clothes on,” he protests. “You could fetch them for me.”
Ryo’s eyes widen, then he frowns. “Don’t be stupid!” he says crossly.
Yasu just laughs. “OK, I’ll see you downstairs then.”
The events of the night are a little hazy in Yasu’s mind afterwards, but he retains a special feeling of warm affection towards Ryo for a while, like they’ve shared a naughty little secret that’s just between them. He can’t help but feel a little bit smug that he’s the only guy to be able to get that close to Ryo, that he’s the one who Ryo turned to to... explore.
He doesn’t say anything about it, of course. Ryo seems to carry on exactly as normal, he behaves with Yasu just like he always has. When Ryo puts a casual arm round him during filming, Yasu doesn’t even think about it; it’s like that night was another world, existing in a bubble.
One night he’s out with some friends, and around midnight he spots Ryo, catching his eye across the bar and waving.
Ryo grins and comes right over. He’s a little drunk, and puts his arms round Yasu in a sloppy hug. They talk a little and Yasu lets himself be dragged to the bar so Ryo can buy him a drink. He ends up with Ryo’s friends, laughing and drinking even if he does suspect he’s the friend Ryo shows off so he can look more normal by comparison. Ryo picks on him, but it’s good-natured. Yasu brings his own friends over, everyone’s had enough to drink that they can have a laugh together, so by the time Ryo tugs on Yasu’s sleeve and tells him he’s going out for some air, Yasu thinks everyone will get on perfectly fine if he goes along with him. He doesn’t want Ryo to go alone and feel left out.
“You OK?” he asks, just in case Ryo is feeling sick.
“I’m fine,” Ryo says, almost surprised by the question. “Just wanted to, y’know...”
Yasu looks at him expectantly, but he doesn’t finish his sentence. Ryo’s head is tilted down but he looks up at Yasu through his hair.
There’s a pause, and Yasu wonders what’s going on and why this sudden moment of uncertainty has occurred after weeks of things being perfectly normal between them, but then Ryo surges towards him and presses him against the wall, kissing him. It’s not a brief kiss like the first one in the corridor, it’s one that fully expects Yasu to acquiesce. He does, if only for politeness’s sake, but he doesn’t exactly know what to do.
“What are you doing?” he manages, when Ryo pauses for breath.
Ryo frowns. “You didn’t mind before,” he says, sounding like a teenager.
“I know, but...” Yasu tries to gather his thoughts into a form he can express. “What are you doing?” he says again, frustrated with his inability to articulate what he means. “Are you just... trying to satisfy some curiosity, or what? Because I don’t like to be used.” He tries not to make it sound like a warning, but he can’t help but feel there’s mockery in here somewhere and he doesn’t like the thought that Ryo would do that.
Ryo looks genuinely shocked. “No!” he protests. “It’s not like that! We had fun together, didn’t we?”
“Yeah, of course,” says Yasu. The last thing he wants is to make Ryo feel bad about it. “Just, y’know... I don’t want you thinking of me as your desperate queer friend who needs pity.” He tries not to cringe as he says it, but he just has to make sure Ryo understands.
Ryo laughs softly. “Don’t worry Yasu, this isn’t charity,” he murmurs, and kisses him again, swift and breathtaking.
It doesn’t take many more of those kisses to persuade Yasu that Ryo isn’t making fun of him, and eventually they find themselves back at Ryo’s place, kissing feverishly on his expansive white sheets. Yasu can’t really remember why he tried to put up any resistance. Ryo’s kisses are powerful, he’s magnetic, Yasu is easily caught up in it and once again, it just flows naturally that they end up naked in Ryo’s bed, as easily as if they do it every day.
Yasu lets Ryo roll him onto his back. His heart is pounding with excitement, wondering what Ryo wants to do to him. He can feel Ryo’s cock, hard between them, and he rocks his hips up against Ryo’s body. Their skin is tacky with sweat and he can feel Ryo panting against his neck. He wonders if Ryo is too shy to make the next move, but then he feels his hand slide up the inside of his thigh, and he spreads his legs invitingly. Ryo’s hand ghosts over his balls, making him shudder with the tease of it, but then Ryo wraps it round his dick and strokes. Yasu slides his hand between them to reciprocate, and Ryo groans and thrusts against his palm. His cock feels hot and full against Yasu’s hand, and he starts to imagine feeling it inside him, Ryo screwing him with fast, rough movements.
The more he thinks about it the more turned on he gets, arching under Ryo and clutching at him with his free hand, urging him closer, raising the heat between them. Ryo swears and bites at Yasu passionately, and Yasu can feel the moment when Ryo’s patience expires and he has to try for more. Yasu is relieved, because he knows this wouldn’t be enough for him this time.
“Can I fuck you?” asks Ryo, his voice strained and hoarse, and Yasu wants to laugh, even as arousal flushes through his body, raw and instinctive.
“Yes,” groans Yasu emphatically, spreading his legs further, not caring if it makes him look desperate. He thinks Ryo probably likes that sort of thing, likes knowing how much he’s worked someone up, how much they want him.
Ryo wastes no time, lifting himself off Yasu’s body and reaching into a drawer. Yasu isn’t really surprised he has lube as well as condoms - he guesses maybe Ryo gets a bit adventurous with some of his girlfriends, conquests, whatever.
Ryo seems a little hesitant, flustered even - torn between his inexperience and his desire. Yasu gathers enough of his wits to take the lube from him and coat his own fingers with it, pushing one inside himself without any hesitation. He doesn’t think Ryo will be used to hanging around, doesn’t want to lose momentum when they’re both so hot, so ready for it.
To Yasu’s happy surprise, Ryo watches him with fascination. He thinks Ryo is as surprised as he is, but it’s a thrill to be watched, and Ryo is enjoying watching, his hand rubbing his own cock as if he can’t help himself.
Yasu takes his fingers out, wanting Ryo so badly he can’t hold on any more. Ryo says nothing, but there’s a look of serious concentration on his face as he pushes himself slowly, slowly inside Yasu.
Yasu’s eyes flutter closed, all he can focus on is the feeling of Ryo inside him - the pace is so perfect, the sensation builds inside him till he feels weak with pleasure. Ryo is good, very good - as good as Yasu might’ve expected from the gossip and hearsay that Ryo is happy to let gather around him. He runs his hands over Ryo’s lean body, sliding them down his back to cup his ass, urging him faster, deeper.
Ryo groans and ups the pace, whether by reflex or at Yasu’s encouragement Yasu doesn’t know. He angles his hips so Ryo can rub over the spot inside him that makes him cry out and grab at Ryo, demanding more. Ryo buries his face in Yasu’s shoulder, fucking him with eager strokes until they both jerk and shudder against each other, Yasu crying out loud and Ryo groaning hoarsely against Yasu’s neck.
Yasu lies panting, Ryo still draped over him. He feels more satisfied than he has for a long time.
Eventually Ryo eases himself off him. He throws the condom away and leaves the room. After a minute Yasu hears the toilet flush, then Ryo comes back and flops back onto the bed.
“Damn,” he mutters, and Yasu bites back a smile. It’s an impressed sort of exclamation.
Yasu doesn't say anything, and soon he realises Ryo has fallen asleep. Yasu tries to stay awake and think and enjoy feeling good for a while, but he doesn't manage to last long.
When he wakes up this time, Ryo is still in bed with him, but he's still asleep. Yasu gets up quietly, goes and washes his hands and face. He has no reason to get up, nowhere to go this early in the morning, so he gets back in bed.
Ryo opens his eyes and blinks blearily at him before breaking out into a sly grin. To Yasu's surprise Ryo moves in to kiss him. Yasu accepts it, but when he feels Ryo's hand sliding down his back he realises Ryo wants more.
He pulls back, feeling a little puzzled. "What's this about, Ryo?" He feels silly asking, but he thought this was just about a bit of fun. Ryo is in danger of becoming persistent.
Ryo looks at him as if he's stupid. "What's the matter? Didn’t we go through this yesterday? I thought you had a good time last night? And the other week," he says pointedly.
"I did," says Yasu, feeling increasingly like his position is untenable. Does it even make sense? Why is he putting Ryo off this time? "But I thought it was just... y'know, a one-off. A two-off," he says weakly.
"Well," says Ryo, and Yasu is surprised that he seems bashful, like Yasu is putting him down. "I thought... we get on well don't we? We have fun together don't we?"
"Sure..." says Yasu. He’s still not sure where Ryo is going with this.
"Well, I thought maybe... you might wanna make a bit more of it." He flashes a look at Yasu's eyes, shy and uncertain.
Yasu almost laughs in surprise, but he keeps it inside. "Like... go out? But Ryo, you like girls! Lots of girls!"
“You like girls too,” Ryo points out. “You’re always saying how you wanna get married and have kids and stuff...”
“Yeah,” admits Yasu slowly, “But what else am I going to say? You know I like guys too, or you wouldn’t have come to me in the first place, would you?”
Ryo frowns. “You didn’t turn me away though, I don’t get what the problem is.”
Yasu sighs. “Look,” he says, trying to be kind. “I know what you’re like. I know you don’t like to hang around. I wouldn’t want to tie you down.”
“Are you saying I couldn’t do it?” asks Ryo. “I can be serious y’know!”
Yasu chuckles. “But for how long?” he says. “I’m not trying to criticise you,” he adds. “I just don’t think it would work.”
Ryo is quiet for a minute. Then he asks, “Is there someone else?”
Yasu is taken by surprise. “...Not now,” he replies, but that’s not what Ryo hears.
“So it’s not that you’re worried about me going off with someone, but you,” he says. “In case you get a better offer.”
“No!” Yasu protests. He doesn’t know what else he can say.
“Listen, you’re right, I’ve never felt this way about a guy before,” Ryo says earnestly. “I must be serious, right?”
Yasu half-smiles. “Felt what, exactly?”
Ryo frowns. “I’ve never wanted to do this stuff before. I thought maybe I was just curious, I mean, you’re pretty cute and all, maybe I just wanted to try it with a guy and you’re kind of like a girl and a guy...”
Yasu breaks into startled laughter, but Ryo carries on.
“But after that first time, I didn’t want that to be it. I wanted to do it again, to do more, and just with you. Not with any other guy - and I know a lot of good-looking guys, y’know? But I never felt like this about anyone else. I didn’t want to just go back to being the same as we were before.”
Yasu is quiet. At this moment in time, Ryo really does sound like he means it. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs. He feels bad for doubting Ryo. “You know I like you, very much, but... I just don’t know if I feel like that about you.” He feels like this is the biggest irony of his life - he might’ve had crushes on a few straight guys in his time, but here’s a straight guy asking him out, and he’s turning him down? How bittersweet!
“Yet,” mumbles Ryo, so quietly Yasu wonders if he heard right.
He smiles. Maybe, if Ryo can end up feeling this way... After all, he’d never have expected this in a million years!
“Well,” says Yasu slowly. “I guess if you’re this serious about it...” After all, it’s not like Ryo is serious about everyone he meets... He should probably give Ryo a chance to prove himself. He grins. “Are you going to take me on a date?”
Ryo snorts with laughter. “If that’s what you want,” he says. “But I probably won’t hold your hand.”
Yasu laughs, and kisses him impulsively. He doesn’t know how this is going to turn out, but he can think of worse places to be than in bed with someone who he likes and cares about very much. Might as well see where this is going - Ryo is persuasive, and Yasu remembers that night in Sapporo when all this started, how attractive Ryo can be when he gets serious. Yasu could get drawn in by that.
Stranger things have happened.
END
Pairing/Characters: Ryo/Yasu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex scenes.
Notes: My k8_exchange offering this year!
Summary: Yasu would never have expected it of him, but Ryo is the one asking for more from their relationship.
“Let’s go out tonight,” Ryo says, and Yasu almost laughs, because when Ryo says a thing so bluntly like that, it’s because he really means it and he doesn’t want you to know how much.
Everybody knows, though. Yasu thinks it’s cute.
“Sure,” he agrees with a smile. He doesn’t usually go out with Ryo, even if they do sometimes bump into each other in one bar or another.
Ryo nods as if it’s understood. “There’s a cool place someone told me about,” he says. “All retro, know what I mean? Let’s go there.”
“Whatever you like,” says Yasu easily. Ryo makes good recommendations. Well, he makes bad ones too, but the ones he makes to Yasu are usually spot on. They’re on location in Sapporo to film an episode of MAP, meaning an overnight stay, so Yasu is happy to take the opportunity to sample the local scene while he has the chance.
Yasu almost laughs again when he walks into the bar. Ryo wasn’t joking when he said retro - the walls are red brick and the seats are red plastic, and there are coloured lights that rotate on the dancefloor. But they’re playing the Beatles and there’s an extensive selection of reasonably-priced drinks, so Yasu finds it charming.
Everyone here looks like a musician. Yasu thinks that’s cool. He likes when Ryo is immersed in music. He knows Ryo works very hard, and sometimes seems like he plays even harder, but Yasu can’t deny he has an extra level of respect when Ryo shows his passion. It’s a quality Yasu admires.
As they drink, Ryo talks more and more animatedly about music and songwriting and the band, and Yasu gets caught up in it more than willingly.
“We should write another song together! Properly this time,” Ryo says, and Yasu finds himself nodding. “You and Ohkura wrote tte! and that came out pretty well.” He sounds a little envious, or something like that. “I want to try!”
“Yeah!” enthuses Yasu. “To be honest with you, I never expected to write that sort of song with Ohkura. I guess he just mentioned it to me one night.”
“Like I just did,” points out Ryo. His arm is around Yasu’s shoulders, like usual. Yasu likes it. He likes being the one the members lean on, the one they keep close to. Ryo in particular has been doing it a lot recently. Yasu thinks it’s sweet, it makes him feel happy that Ryo is so comfortable with him. It’s good to have such a good relationship with the members, Yasu thinks.
They keep drinking, and talking, and it gets late. They’re in no rush, there’s no tight schedule tomorrow. The streets are quiet when they stumble back into the hotel, laughing at nothing and clutching each other for balance.
Yasu won’t say he’s not surprised, but he finds it funny when, outside Ryo’s room when they’re winding down their conversation and getting ready to say goodnight, Ryo impulsively leans towards him and kisses him clumsily on the mouth.
“What was that for?” Yasu giggles.
Ryo shifts from foot to foot, glancing at Yasu’s face and then away again. “Just felt like it,” he mumbles.
Ryo looks like a middle school kid sneaking a kiss on the way home from school. Yasu thinks he looks so unconfident, so unlike himself that it’s cute and funny. To make him feel better, he puts his hand on Ryo’s arm and kisses him again.
He lingers a little longer, and afterwards Ryo fixes him with a look, curious and perhaps a little hopeful. Yasu smiles. “Still feel like it?”
Yasu hasn’t moved away - they’re still close enough that all Yasu can see is Ryo. He feels playful and cheeky and like this is a fun game that Ryo has started.
Ryo grins back at him, and this time when he kisses Yasu it’s full-on, no uncertainty at all. Yasu kisses back enthusiastically, and by the time he realises what’s happening Ryo has his room door open and is pulling Yasu inside.
If Yasu hadn’t drunk quite so much, he’d probably think differently, but right now it seems fun to keep kissing Ryo, sliding his hands under his t-shirt and feeling the hard muscles of his body underneath. It turns Yasu on, it’s exciting to touch someone so fit, he can’t get enough of it. It feels like it’s been a long time since he had a chance like this. And it’s Ryo, who he’s known for so many years, they understand each other, they’re close - there’s none of the awkwardness of touching a stranger for the first time, he’s seen Ryo naked countless times, he has a good idea of the sort of things he should do.
Ryo pulls his shirt off and urges Yasu’s off too. They’re rushing, horny and eager - this isn’t romance, there’s no dancing around, it’s just fun, hot and fast and breathless. Yasu gets Ryo on his back on the bed, naked and hard and it’s a rush, it makes Yasu feel good to have a hot guy spread out under him, waiting for him. He crawls down Ryo’s body, mouth trailing over his hot skin, until he’s between his legs.
Yasu looks up at him, taking him in. Ryo is so sexy, his body is perfect and he looks so natural, he just slips into this easily and completely. Yasu is totally absorbed in it, excitement bubbling high in him.
Ryo makes a frustrated sound in his throat, thrusts his hips up a little impatiently, and Yasu smiles. He wets his lips and licks up Ryo’s cock to the tip slowly, taking the head into his mouth. Ryo groans right away, and Yasu feels a thrill that almost makes him shiver. Ryo is keen, he doesn’t want to take his time either, he thrusts into Yasu’s mouth and Yasu is happy to take it.
Yasu sucks him eagerly, head spinning with the drink and the heady sudden rush of arousal. He could never have predicted this, it’s spontaneous and hot and daring and it feels wonderful. He works Ryo quickly with his tongue, taking advantage of the heat between them, working Ryo up fast. He’s sure it can’t be as long since Ryo last went with someone as it is for him, but Ryo seems just as into it as he is. He doesn’t think Ryo has ever been with another guy before, but he certainly has no inhibitions now. Yasu feels a special, forbidden kind of thrill, to think maybe he’s the only guy to be able to touch Ryo like this. It makes him feel sexy and desirable, powerful even.
He palms Ryo’s balls gently and Ryo moans, hands in Yasu’s hair and hips rocking up. Yasu takes him in as far as he can, enjoying himself, enjoying giving Ryo pleasure. He likes doing things for others that will make them feel happy and good.
It’s not long before Ryo comes, moaning soft and hoarse in his throat. “Come up here,” he pants, and Yasu drags himself back up the bed, clumsy with arousal, and lies on his side next to Ryo, who rolls over to face him.
Yasu’s eyes fall shut as he feels Ryo’s fingers stroke his eager cock. He’s so hard he can’t bear it, he needs more, quickly. He’s relieved when Ryo wraps a hand around his erection and starts to rub him, tentatively at first but, more firmly when Yasu moans, helpless and desperate. He thrusts against Ryo’s hand and Ryo speeds up, making Yasu gasp with how good it feels. He can’t stop himself getting carried away, and in no time at all he spills himself over Ryo’s hand and both their stomachs.
Yasu gets his breath back as Ryo reaches for tissues and wipes off his hand and their bodies. Their eyes meet, and they grin at each other until the grin becomes a giggle. Yasu feels great, his body feeling light with unexpected satisfaction.
“Have you ever done that before?” he can’t resist asking. “With a guy, I mean.”
Ryo shakes his head against the pillow, pulling a bit of a face. “It was good, though,” he mumbles.
Yasu grins. “Good,” he says. “I enjoyed it too,” he adds, to give Ryo a bit of a confidence boost. He doesn’t want him to feel weird about it. He’d hate Ryo to feel uncomfortable with him.
Ryo is quiet for a minute, his eyes closing. “You can stay here,” he mumbles, in the same way he asked Yasu to go out in the first place - that hidden invitation.
Yasu smiles. He really doesn’t feel like moving anyway, so he’s glad Ryo wants him there. He falls asleep without even realising he has.
His head is hurting when he wakes up, but apart from that he doesn’t feel too bad. Ryo isn’t in bed with him but he can hear the shower running. He wonders briefly whether to go back to his own room in case Ryo feels awkward, but in the end he decides to stay. He equally doesn’t want Ryo to think he’s avoiding him.
“Morning,” he says cheerfully when Ryo emerges. “How are you feeling?”
“Not bad,” says Ryo. “I have some medicine if you want some,” he offers.
“Thanks,” Yasu says with a smile. “Can I use your shower?”
“Don’t you need to get fresh clothes from your room?” Ryo says, like Yasu is an idiot.
Yasu giggles. “Either way I’d have to put my old clothes on,” he protests. “You could fetch them for me.”
Ryo’s eyes widen, then he frowns. “Don’t be stupid!” he says crossly.
Yasu just laughs. “OK, I’ll see you downstairs then.”
The events of the night are a little hazy in Yasu’s mind afterwards, but he retains a special feeling of warm affection towards Ryo for a while, like they’ve shared a naughty little secret that’s just between them. He can’t help but feel a little bit smug that he’s the only guy to be able to get that close to Ryo, that he’s the one who Ryo turned to to... explore.
He doesn’t say anything about it, of course. Ryo seems to carry on exactly as normal, he behaves with Yasu just like he always has. When Ryo puts a casual arm round him during filming, Yasu doesn’t even think about it; it’s like that night was another world, existing in a bubble.
One night he’s out with some friends, and around midnight he spots Ryo, catching his eye across the bar and waving.
Ryo grins and comes right over. He’s a little drunk, and puts his arms round Yasu in a sloppy hug. They talk a little and Yasu lets himself be dragged to the bar so Ryo can buy him a drink. He ends up with Ryo’s friends, laughing and drinking even if he does suspect he’s the friend Ryo shows off so he can look more normal by comparison. Ryo picks on him, but it’s good-natured. Yasu brings his own friends over, everyone’s had enough to drink that they can have a laugh together, so by the time Ryo tugs on Yasu’s sleeve and tells him he’s going out for some air, Yasu thinks everyone will get on perfectly fine if he goes along with him. He doesn’t want Ryo to go alone and feel left out.
“You OK?” he asks, just in case Ryo is feeling sick.
“I’m fine,” Ryo says, almost surprised by the question. “Just wanted to, y’know...”
Yasu looks at him expectantly, but he doesn’t finish his sentence. Ryo’s head is tilted down but he looks up at Yasu through his hair.
There’s a pause, and Yasu wonders what’s going on and why this sudden moment of uncertainty has occurred after weeks of things being perfectly normal between them, but then Ryo surges towards him and presses him against the wall, kissing him. It’s not a brief kiss like the first one in the corridor, it’s one that fully expects Yasu to acquiesce. He does, if only for politeness’s sake, but he doesn’t exactly know what to do.
“What are you doing?” he manages, when Ryo pauses for breath.
Ryo frowns. “You didn’t mind before,” he says, sounding like a teenager.
“I know, but...” Yasu tries to gather his thoughts into a form he can express. “What are you doing?” he says again, frustrated with his inability to articulate what he means. “Are you just... trying to satisfy some curiosity, or what? Because I don’t like to be used.” He tries not to make it sound like a warning, but he can’t help but feel there’s mockery in here somewhere and he doesn’t like the thought that Ryo would do that.
Ryo looks genuinely shocked. “No!” he protests. “It’s not like that! We had fun together, didn’t we?”
“Yeah, of course,” says Yasu. The last thing he wants is to make Ryo feel bad about it. “Just, y’know... I don’t want you thinking of me as your desperate queer friend who needs pity.” He tries not to cringe as he says it, but he just has to make sure Ryo understands.
Ryo laughs softly. “Don’t worry Yasu, this isn’t charity,” he murmurs, and kisses him again, swift and breathtaking.
It doesn’t take many more of those kisses to persuade Yasu that Ryo isn’t making fun of him, and eventually they find themselves back at Ryo’s place, kissing feverishly on his expansive white sheets. Yasu can’t really remember why he tried to put up any resistance. Ryo’s kisses are powerful, he’s magnetic, Yasu is easily caught up in it and once again, it just flows naturally that they end up naked in Ryo’s bed, as easily as if they do it every day.
Yasu lets Ryo roll him onto his back. His heart is pounding with excitement, wondering what Ryo wants to do to him. He can feel Ryo’s cock, hard between them, and he rocks his hips up against Ryo’s body. Their skin is tacky with sweat and he can feel Ryo panting against his neck. He wonders if Ryo is too shy to make the next move, but then he feels his hand slide up the inside of his thigh, and he spreads his legs invitingly. Ryo’s hand ghosts over his balls, making him shudder with the tease of it, but then Ryo wraps it round his dick and strokes. Yasu slides his hand between them to reciprocate, and Ryo groans and thrusts against his palm. His cock feels hot and full against Yasu’s hand, and he starts to imagine feeling it inside him, Ryo screwing him with fast, rough movements.
The more he thinks about it the more turned on he gets, arching under Ryo and clutching at him with his free hand, urging him closer, raising the heat between them. Ryo swears and bites at Yasu passionately, and Yasu can feel the moment when Ryo’s patience expires and he has to try for more. Yasu is relieved, because he knows this wouldn’t be enough for him this time.
“Can I fuck you?” asks Ryo, his voice strained and hoarse, and Yasu wants to laugh, even as arousal flushes through his body, raw and instinctive.
“Yes,” groans Yasu emphatically, spreading his legs further, not caring if it makes him look desperate. He thinks Ryo probably likes that sort of thing, likes knowing how much he’s worked someone up, how much they want him.
Ryo wastes no time, lifting himself off Yasu’s body and reaching into a drawer. Yasu isn’t really surprised he has lube as well as condoms - he guesses maybe Ryo gets a bit adventurous with some of his girlfriends, conquests, whatever.
Ryo seems a little hesitant, flustered even - torn between his inexperience and his desire. Yasu gathers enough of his wits to take the lube from him and coat his own fingers with it, pushing one inside himself without any hesitation. He doesn’t think Ryo will be used to hanging around, doesn’t want to lose momentum when they’re both so hot, so ready for it.
To Yasu’s happy surprise, Ryo watches him with fascination. He thinks Ryo is as surprised as he is, but it’s a thrill to be watched, and Ryo is enjoying watching, his hand rubbing his own cock as if he can’t help himself.
Yasu takes his fingers out, wanting Ryo so badly he can’t hold on any more. Ryo says nothing, but there’s a look of serious concentration on his face as he pushes himself slowly, slowly inside Yasu.
Yasu’s eyes flutter closed, all he can focus on is the feeling of Ryo inside him - the pace is so perfect, the sensation builds inside him till he feels weak with pleasure. Ryo is good, very good - as good as Yasu might’ve expected from the gossip and hearsay that Ryo is happy to let gather around him. He runs his hands over Ryo’s lean body, sliding them down his back to cup his ass, urging him faster, deeper.
Ryo groans and ups the pace, whether by reflex or at Yasu’s encouragement Yasu doesn’t know. He angles his hips so Ryo can rub over the spot inside him that makes him cry out and grab at Ryo, demanding more. Ryo buries his face in Yasu’s shoulder, fucking him with eager strokes until they both jerk and shudder against each other, Yasu crying out loud and Ryo groaning hoarsely against Yasu’s neck.
Yasu lies panting, Ryo still draped over him. He feels more satisfied than he has for a long time.
Eventually Ryo eases himself off him. He throws the condom away and leaves the room. After a minute Yasu hears the toilet flush, then Ryo comes back and flops back onto the bed.
“Damn,” he mutters, and Yasu bites back a smile. It’s an impressed sort of exclamation.
Yasu doesn't say anything, and soon he realises Ryo has fallen asleep. Yasu tries to stay awake and think and enjoy feeling good for a while, but he doesn't manage to last long.
When he wakes up this time, Ryo is still in bed with him, but he's still asleep. Yasu gets up quietly, goes and washes his hands and face. He has no reason to get up, nowhere to go this early in the morning, so he gets back in bed.
Ryo opens his eyes and blinks blearily at him before breaking out into a sly grin. To Yasu's surprise Ryo moves in to kiss him. Yasu accepts it, but when he feels Ryo's hand sliding down his back he realises Ryo wants more.
He pulls back, feeling a little puzzled. "What's this about, Ryo?" He feels silly asking, but he thought this was just about a bit of fun. Ryo is in danger of becoming persistent.
Ryo looks at him as if he's stupid. "What's the matter? Didn’t we go through this yesterday? I thought you had a good time last night? And the other week," he says pointedly.
"I did," says Yasu, feeling increasingly like his position is untenable. Does it even make sense? Why is he putting Ryo off this time? "But I thought it was just... y'know, a one-off. A two-off," he says weakly.
"Well," says Ryo, and Yasu is surprised that he seems bashful, like Yasu is putting him down. "I thought... we get on well don't we? We have fun together don't we?"
"Sure..." says Yasu. He’s still not sure where Ryo is going with this.
"Well, I thought maybe... you might wanna make a bit more of it." He flashes a look at Yasu's eyes, shy and uncertain.
Yasu almost laughs in surprise, but he keeps it inside. "Like... go out? But Ryo, you like girls! Lots of girls!"
“You like girls too,” Ryo points out. “You’re always saying how you wanna get married and have kids and stuff...”
“Yeah,” admits Yasu slowly, “But what else am I going to say? You know I like guys too, or you wouldn’t have come to me in the first place, would you?”
Ryo frowns. “You didn’t turn me away though, I don’t get what the problem is.”
Yasu sighs. “Look,” he says, trying to be kind. “I know what you’re like. I know you don’t like to hang around. I wouldn’t want to tie you down.”
“Are you saying I couldn’t do it?” asks Ryo. “I can be serious y’know!”
Yasu chuckles. “But for how long?” he says. “I’m not trying to criticise you,” he adds. “I just don’t think it would work.”
Ryo is quiet for a minute. Then he asks, “Is there someone else?”
Yasu is taken by surprise. “...Not now,” he replies, but that’s not what Ryo hears.
“So it’s not that you’re worried about me going off with someone, but you,” he says. “In case you get a better offer.”
“No!” Yasu protests. He doesn’t know what else he can say.
“Listen, you’re right, I’ve never felt this way about a guy before,” Ryo says earnestly. “I must be serious, right?”
Yasu half-smiles. “Felt what, exactly?”
Ryo frowns. “I’ve never wanted to do this stuff before. I thought maybe I was just curious, I mean, you’re pretty cute and all, maybe I just wanted to try it with a guy and you’re kind of like a girl and a guy...”
Yasu breaks into startled laughter, but Ryo carries on.
“But after that first time, I didn’t want that to be it. I wanted to do it again, to do more, and just with you. Not with any other guy - and I know a lot of good-looking guys, y’know? But I never felt like this about anyone else. I didn’t want to just go back to being the same as we were before.”
Yasu is quiet. At this moment in time, Ryo really does sound like he means it. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs. He feels bad for doubting Ryo. “You know I like you, very much, but... I just don’t know if I feel like that about you.” He feels like this is the biggest irony of his life - he might’ve had crushes on a few straight guys in his time, but here’s a straight guy asking him out, and he’s turning him down? How bittersweet!
“Yet,” mumbles Ryo, so quietly Yasu wonders if he heard right.
He smiles. Maybe, if Ryo can end up feeling this way... After all, he’d never have expected this in a million years!
“Well,” says Yasu slowly. “I guess if you’re this serious about it...” After all, it’s not like Ryo is serious about everyone he meets... He should probably give Ryo a chance to prove himself. He grins. “Are you going to take me on a date?”
Ryo snorts with laughter. “If that’s what you want,” he says. “But I probably won’t hold your hand.”
Yasu laughs, and kisses him impulsively. He doesn’t know how this is going to turn out, but he can think of worse places to be than in bed with someone who he likes and cares about very much. Might as well see where this is going - Ryo is persuasive, and Yasu remembers that night in Sapporo when all this started, how attractive Ryo can be when he gets serious. Yasu could get drawn in by that.
Stranger things have happened.
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