One-shot: Ninja Style
Title: Ninja Style
Pairing: Ryo, Ueda
Raiting: Hard R (because Ryo got lazy or possibly too clingy)
Summary: After a chance meeting, Ryo and Ueda click despite years of blissful ignorance. Now they only have to figure out if what they want is friendship or relationship. Into which they might jump, ninja style.
Beta by tokeruyouna, thanks to which I finished this. She said she wanted to read my weird cheesy sex fic despite me thinking it was completely, well weird and cheesy. ♥
A/N: I know this is not a fic for the meme from before, please have mercy (and patience) with me. The weirdness can be blamed on circumstances.
People have been hinting for years that if Ueda and Nishikido actually tried, they might very easily get along. But neither of them were really interested. After the so-called feud and the peace offering, there was practically no interaction, only an acknowledgement. There were inevitable meetings at jimusho events and name drops resulting from their being in similar circles, from being in the same generation. But Ueda did not think much of Nishikido-kun, and Nishikido did not think much of Ueda, not for the longest time.
It seemed pretty ironic that when they finally came together once again, it was with both of them busier than ever, having enough activities and troubles to finish their days falling into their beds with a sigh and a wish to fall asleep as soon as possible.
With Ueda’s foot healed and Nishikido’s drama finished, both of them are back to going to interviews instead of being sought out in order to be interviewed. Ueda is thinking of sending his concert band a message, asking them out for a meal before they restart the rehearsals, and he is not paying attention to his surroundings. Ryo turns around to bow his goodbye to the lady who interviewed him for the last time, and they crash and fall on their pretty idol bottoms in the doorway. A photographer snaps a picture, and the photo makes it into the next set of offshoot pictures in Myojo.
***
“It says you were really cool here.” Ryo reads into his phone when the magazine comes out almost a month later. “I think I might live in some alternate reality. I remember you sputtering and being awkward.”
“Nishikido-kun. Which friend or manager of mine should I kill for giving you my number?”
“You should give me a ticket to your solo concert as compensation. I fell right on the doorstep and had a bruise for over a week.” Ryo seems unperturbed.
“Shouldn’t you be thanking me then? I gave a pretty little decoration to that excuse of an ass of yours.”
Ryo bursts out laughing despite all the rules that this conversation should follow. He should be offended for being called out on not having enough of an ass, should retort and put Ueda back into his place for being so free with him, he should . . . “I’ll tell you a what, in exchange for a ticket, I’ll buy you dinner after that concert.” Ryo wonders what made him propose that.
After a rather lengthy silence, Ueda asks, “What is this about, Nishikido-kun?”
“Well I was thinking that if others thought you grew out of your awkward, then maybe I should reevaluate my opinion of you as well. But you asking these questions . . .”
“Is awkward bad?” Ueda does not let him finish.
“I don’t know anymore.” Ryo sighs and hides in a corner of the practice room where he had been trying to catch up on some dances he had not had time to learn when the others had.
“Are you still there?” Ueda asks a whole three minutes later. He has parked his car, collected his things, disconnected his phone from handsfree and realized he never hung up.
“Yeah.”
“Which concert date of mine is the best for you?”
Ryo decides this conversation actually went well.
***
“I don’t know if I should be surprised or shocked or outraged about the fact that I actually enjoyed it.” Ryo slurs against Ueda’s shoulder after the concert, after everyone else Ueda had made Ryo invite for dinner with them has left and Ryo has had enough to drink to last for the whole night.
“What about being pleased about the fact your evening was enjoyable and well spent?” Ueda asks, leaning his head against the top of Ryo’s, smelling Ryo’s shampoo, Ryo’s hair sticking to his cheek as the taxi moves towards Ueda’s house first.
“It’s nice that you can just go and pull off a concert by yourself like that.”
“Who’s the awkward one now?” Ueda asks.
***
It goes on for months. They meet rarely but end up calling or texting when something silly happens, when one of them wants to share a rumor or mock someone. Ryo sends Ueda a CD saying the music reminded him of something Ueda sang during his concert, and Ueda makes an effort to actually properly listen to Ryo’s solos. Ueda is a little bummed when he remembers Ryo will not be in Tokyo for countdown because it is one less opportunity to meet, and he had been toying with the idea of asking the producer to let them pair up for some random sempai song.
“Imagine the surprise effect of that,” he says into the phone to Ryo, recollecting his own revelation later on.
“Do you think anyone would care at this point?”
“Well that would depend on the number of hip rolls we could fit into that twenty seconds of air time it would give us.”
“You can’t hip roll,” Ryo laughs.
“Excuse me?” Ueda hangs up.
Ryo receives some ripped footage from KAT-TUN’s DVD’s and music program performances.
***
“Has anyone ever told you what subtle means?” Ryo asks Ueda a week later when they manage to call each other again.
***
“The problem is, ever since then I kind of want to jump him. Ninja style,” Ryo says to Subaru over beer one night. Subaru laughs so much the beer comes out of his nose.
“What does that mean? Ninja style?” he manages to ask. Ryo only groans. To his credit, Subaru decides to leave Kanjani8 out of it, at least for now, because despite the drunkenness of that night he can see Ryo has become more relaxed over the past few months.
***
“Ueda-kun, you say?” Subaru asks with dark amusement after they meet the said man in Tokyo for lunch, Ryo not being able to ditch Ueda or Subaru. Ueda has already left, and Ryo had followed him with his eyes all the way until he had disappeared around the corner visible from the restaurant window.
“Ninja style. He could take it. He’s pretty strong. I don’t think he would have any problem holding me up.”
“I’ll pretend I did not hear you telling me about how you want to be a total girl.”
***
“No drama this spring?” Ueda asks, arms and legs stretched across his bed, staring at the ceiling. It is past midnight and he really should be sleeping, but talking to Ryo is such a strong habit, such a basic part of his life by now, that he puts it ahead of his need for rest.
“No, or a single with NEWS or Kanjani8. The tours are both over. It’s so . . . empty.”
Ueda hums. “Do you want to hang out?” he asks.
“What would we do? I mean all we ever manage is a drink or a meal.”
Fuck. Ueda wants to answer. He really wants to. And if he has been reading Ryo’s body language correctly, the other might want just that too. But that smells like all kinds of trouble and complication, even of emotions now. Ueda likes the fact that he has acquired a new friend, another person he can fall back onto or just enjoy himself with, over the past months. He tells himself that the physical attraction is just a byproduct that will wear off eventually. Ryo is an idol. He is supposed to look hot, shoot sultry looks, talk in a low, husky voice and sway people with his antics. They are endearingly awkward at times in Ueda’s opinion.
“You know, I think I am awesome because I am no longer bothered by you just going silent on me in the middle of a phone conversation. I don’t even find it awkward anymore.”
Ueda chuckles. If only Ryo knew.
“What kind of world did you go to this time?” Ryo asks.
“The one where things are simple,” Ueda answers.
“Next time, you should take me with.” Ryo whispers.
***
Ryo finds himself in Johnny’s office two days later.
“A concert? By myself?”
“Yeah, your schedule seemed strangely empty,” Johnny argues. Ryo wonders if that is why Ueda has been able to hold them twice already. If he knew that was the reason. Whether he would tell him if he in fact knew. How he felt about it. But then it hits him. A concert, on his own. His production, his songs, his ground to stand.
He is dialing Ueda’s number, stumbling down the hall from the main offices, when he hears Ueda’s voice sans the effect of a speaker. He feels like it has been a bit too long. He lifts his head and sees him waving off Nakamaru and heading out, back turned to Ryo.
“Ueda!”
“Ryo.” That transition from Ryo’s family to given name had been only natural. Neither of them remembers how it happened anymore.
Ueda turns around, squinting at Ryo from over his glasses, hair a bit damp from the shower, with the relaxed posture of someone going home after work well done, and when he meets Ryo’s eyes he smiles, face lighting up in joy. Ryo runs for it. Literally. Luckily, Ueda is quite quick when he wants to. By the time Ryo reaches him and jumps into Ueda’s arms, burying his face in the crook of his neck on impulse, Ueda is ready and they do not even stumble.
“Hey, you two, take that somewhere else,” Koki tells them, catching up to them on his way out.
Ueda chuckles and Ryo realizes what he is doing. He jumps down, face flushed and eyes downcast, biting his lip.
“You know, while I could presume you are just that happy to see me, and really that would be flattering, I have a feeling something good happened to you. So what are we celebrating?”
Ryo lets out a breath. “I’m having solo concerts,” Ryo says excitedly.
“And I thought you were exaggerating when you said your schedule was kind of empty.” Ueda’s eyes widen and he bites his lip when he realizes what he blurted out.
It makes Ryo look up though. Oh.
“I mean, this is great! Do you have time to celebrate? I can pass along some advice to you, you know, being more experienced in this department and all,” Ueda tries to wink. “Do you have time for a beer? A bar or my place, your choice.”
“You place,” Ryo breathes out. “And I don’t need your advice,” he adds as they wait for a taxi.
Ueda tilts his head.
“Johnny is too honest sometimes,” Ryo say as they drive to Ueda’s place.
“I don’t mind. It is still an opportunity.”
“I just feel stupid for being jealous of you having concerts and telling you so, over and over.”
“Don’t put my work down only because of the reasons it was given to me,” Ueda says, but he just slaps Ryo’s thigh half heartedly. A signal it is okay now. Topic dropped.
***
“I really do have just beer, no champagne or anything fancy to match your enthusiasm,” Ueda calls to Ryo, who is looking around the apartment. He has never been here, he realizes.
“My enthusiasm?” Ryo asks distractedly.
“You know,” Ueda comes out, putting the cans down and throwing his arms into the air.
Ryo’s eyes widen. “Oh, about that, sorry about the sudden attack. I . . .” he is not making this any better.
“Don’t apologize. I enjoyed it.” Damn. “I mean, it was funny.”
Ryo is not listening, something in him breaking at Ueda’s words. He does not quite run this time, but he still jumps up and wraps his legs around Ueda’s waist, arms looping behind his neck, when he reaches him.
He does not hide but instead locks his eyes with Ueda’s this time.
“This is awkward,” Ueda says when he gets over his shock. He holds Ryo in position though, hands on his ass, does not push him off.
“Well now that you said it.”
“Because it wasn’t before?” Ueda questions.
“You know if we are going to have a discussion about the weirdness of this moment, just let me down.” Ryo squirms.
“Is there any other option?” Ueda asks.
It is silly. Ryo’s heart is beating too damn fast, and Ueda’s eyes have this uncertain, far-away, glint in them, and they are standing in Ueda’s living room-or Ueda is-and having a serious discussion about the position they are in.
“Hold me?” Ryo decides not to back down this time. He ducks his head under Ueda’s chin anyway, not being able to stand his gaze anymore.
“Okay,” Ueda actually breathes out, turning so that he can back Ryo into the wall, lifting him up a little and holding him in place a little more firmly, repositioning his hands for that purpose. Ryo groans. Ueda leans his head against the top of Ryo’s. They stay still until Ueda shivers because Ryo decides that the best way to break the silence, to move things a bit, is to kiss and bite Ueda’s collarbone.
Ueda does not need more to be spurred into action though. One of his hands shoots into Ryo’s hair, and he pulls his head up.
“You know you were so hot earlier today, and you are now, so I’m going to be very irresponsible for the rest of the evening,” Ueda announces.
Ryo blinks, and then he closes his eyes completely because Ueda kisses him and moves, carrying Ryo across the living room. Ryo’s hand slips down Ueda’s back, and he reaches underneath his t-shirt and then groans when in return he is slammed against the wall again and Ueda is biting his lip. He smells good and tastes a little desperate, and Ryo tightens his legs around him. That has Ueda moving again.
Ryo is like a spider, holding onto Ueda so strongly that even if Ueda wanted to, he could not manage to drop him. His legs are squeezing Ueda and bringing them impossibly close, their groins meeting as Ueda stumbles into his bedroom. Ryo’s hands grip Ueda’s neck and his back, nails digging into the muscles, and Ueda has a hard time deciding if he wants to kiss the other, pull at his hair, squeeze his ass or bite his neck, and he attempts to do it all almost at once. Ryo groans and does his best to do his share of groping, and when his back hits the door of Ueda’s bedroom, from the inside, and he spots the big bed, he sighs in relief.
But Ueda seems content to push him against the door, kiss him over and over again, his tongue dwelling deep and leading Ryo, who really does not mind. One of Ueda’s hands leaves Ryo’s bottom now that the door is there to hold him in place, and Ueda attempts to unbutton Ryo’s shirt and jeans and his own too. He does not get far, so he gives up, his hips moving that much faster, and his hand pulls at Ryo’s hair when the other leaves his mouth and sucks at his collarbone. Ueda’s hand forces Ryo’s head back up, and Ueda only watches Ryo for a few seconds, breath already short, eyes already clouded. Ryo bites his own lip, sucks at it, does not say anything, only waits, his own hips jerking forward a little when Ueda stops, Ryo’s grip almost deathly.
“You don’t want me to stop,” Ueda whispers and it sounds almost like a plea. Ryo wonders why Ueda would even think so, but he shakes his head, and then there are two hands grabbing his ass again and they are spinning and falling onto the bed. Ryo moans and bucks his hips up properly now, his legs never letting go. Ueda makes another attempt at undressing, and he is more successful this time, his own t-shirt gone and Ryo’s shirt open and pulled down to his elbows.
Ryo thinks he might cry from all the relief that floods him because this is all happening, but he moans instead, the heat in his stomach rising way too fast as he keeps on thrusting up and is met by Ueda’s hips. His jeans are open, and Ueda is shoving a hand down his boxers, and Ryo really cries out at the touch.
“So good,” he mutters, and Ueda groans into his neck and moves down to suck on his nipple.
This time it is Ryo who wants a kiss instead, bringing him back to his mouth, and Ueda whines as his own body seeks more friction.
“You are not going to help, are you?” Ueda asks, lifting up. Ryo’s eyes are almost closed, dark, and he is panting and moaning, and Ueda’s hand on his cock stills then. “So hot but so lazy,” Ueda mutters.
“Ueda, I . . . I cannot let go. Next time, I’ll take care of . . . us, promise,” and Ryo groans as Ueda’s hand moves up his erection again. But then it leaves, and he wants to protest but stays silent because Ueda is watching him intently and trying to get rid of his own jeans while Ryo loosens his legs only a little to let him move a bit.
Soon enough, Ryo feels Ueda’s cock bump against his as Ueda’s face relaxes a little, and then they are kissing and moving against each other, faster and with more strength, and there is almost no space between them. They only lick and bite because they cannot kiss anymore, and Ryo is pulling Ueda closer by his hair and moaning his name.
“Just a little longer. More,” he asks, and Ueda’s hand is back, around both of them, sweaty, fast and a little clumsy. Ryo cries out again and then hides his head underneath Ueda’s chin because he knows that this is it, and the next moment he is coming, his orgasm taking over his own body. He bites Ueda’s collarbone again in order not to scream. That is the last push Ueda needs, and he whispers Ryo’s name, spilling over his fingers and between them just seconds after Ryo.
They both feel boneless, so they stay like that, only breathing, until Ryo squirms and Ueda shivers from the cold. They fall to the side, and finally Ryo lets go, his legs untangling. Ueda is reaching somewhere and cleaning them in the next moment, and then he is pulling up the sheets and burying himself in them. Ryo has to pull and nudge until Ueda’s head peeks out again. When it does, Ueda is kissed, slow, long slide of tongues, no hurry, just seconds dragging in contentment.
“Next time?” Ueda asks when Ryo lets him go, and the other chuckles.
“Well we better do things properly too, this was just embarrassing.”
“Look who’s talking, you wouldn’t let go of me,” Ueda pouts and attempts to share the covers.
“I’m not complaining. You were still hot,” Ryo just drapes himself all over Ueda again.
“Hmmm, is that it?”
“And I might like you too,” Ryo whispers into Ueda’s shoulder, kissing it afterwards.
“Now that’s better. So when do you think that next time will be, you lazy bum?” Ueda asks, tries to sound seductive but yawns in the process.
“Humph,” is Ryo’s answer. Ueda should have known he cannot beat sleep. But if Ryo sleeps with him, he is kind of okay with that.
***
“Did he do it? Ninja style?”
Ueda wonders if it really is who he thinks it is. “Subaru-kun?”
“Koki called me and said he saw you and Ryo in the hallway, and Ryo was holding onto you like a leech. So did he do it? Jump you all ninja style? How was it?”
Ueda hangs up. Ryo stirs next to him.
“Who was that?”
“Subaru talking nonsense about your seduction techniques,” Ueda whispers, suppressing giggle. The air tickles Ryo’s skin. “So how long were you contemplating jumping onto me like that?” Ueda asks. That seems to wake Ryo up.
“I’m killing Subaru,” he says as he stumbles out of bed, face red, hair everywhere, just woken up voice.
“Now?” Ueda ask incredulously.
“Did you have any other plans?” Ryo raises an eyebrow.
“Well,” Ueda stretches out. “Shower and breakfast? Both preferably in your company.”
Ryo grins. “You are right, let Subaru live a little longer. He should be really glad you are a pacifist.”
end
More blabbing ahead: This is kind of my own reward for a) graduating and b) being done writing with my je_rainbowbridge fic.
I started the fic couple nights before my finals and it was supposed to be PWP where Ryo jumps onto Ueda. But yeah, the sex did not happen that night at around 3 am, which is when I got out of bed to write it (and the time and place maybe explains the strangeness of this all), and when I finished it couple days ago in between bits and pieces of rbb, my characters totally screwed me over.
I feel like blaming Ninon, my sister´s friend and huge hockey fan for the concept, but that is another story. Overall it felt nice, great even to write in canon and for myself only again. So I hope you had fun reading this craziness.
comments, concrit, feedback is <3
Pairing: Ryo, Ueda
Raiting: Hard R (because Ryo got lazy or possibly too clingy)
Summary: After a chance meeting, Ryo and Ueda click despite years of blissful ignorance. Now they only have to figure out if what they want is friendship or relationship. Into which they might jump, ninja style.
Beta by tokeruyouna, thanks to which I finished this. She said she wanted to read my weird cheesy sex fic despite me thinking it was completely, well weird and cheesy. ♥
A/N: I know this is not a fic for the meme from before, please have mercy (and patience) with me. The weirdness can be blamed on circumstances.
People have been hinting for years that if Ueda and Nishikido actually tried, they might very easily get along. But neither of them were really interested. After the so-called feud and the peace offering, there was practically no interaction, only an acknowledgement. There were inevitable meetings at jimusho events and name drops resulting from their being in similar circles, from being in the same generation. But Ueda did not think much of Nishikido-kun, and Nishikido did not think much of Ueda, not for the longest time.
It seemed pretty ironic that when they finally came together once again, it was with both of them busier than ever, having enough activities and troubles to finish their days falling into their beds with a sigh and a wish to fall asleep as soon as possible.
With Ueda’s foot healed and Nishikido’s drama finished, both of them are back to going to interviews instead of being sought out in order to be interviewed. Ueda is thinking of sending his concert band a message, asking them out for a meal before they restart the rehearsals, and he is not paying attention to his surroundings. Ryo turns around to bow his goodbye to the lady who interviewed him for the last time, and they crash and fall on their pretty idol bottoms in the doorway. A photographer snaps a picture, and the photo makes it into the next set of offshoot pictures in Myojo.
***
“It says you were really cool here.” Ryo reads into his phone when the magazine comes out almost a month later. “I think I might live in some alternate reality. I remember you sputtering and being awkward.”
“Nishikido-kun. Which friend or manager of mine should I kill for giving you my number?”
“You should give me a ticket to your solo concert as compensation. I fell right on the doorstep and had a bruise for over a week.” Ryo seems unperturbed.
“Shouldn’t you be thanking me then? I gave a pretty little decoration to that excuse of an ass of yours.”
Ryo bursts out laughing despite all the rules that this conversation should follow. He should be offended for being called out on not having enough of an ass, should retort and put Ueda back into his place for being so free with him, he should . . . “I’ll tell you a what, in exchange for a ticket, I’ll buy you dinner after that concert.” Ryo wonders what made him propose that.
After a rather lengthy silence, Ueda asks, “What is this about, Nishikido-kun?”
“Well I was thinking that if others thought you grew out of your awkward, then maybe I should reevaluate my opinion of you as well. But you asking these questions . . .”
“Is awkward bad?” Ueda does not let him finish.
“I don’t know anymore.” Ryo sighs and hides in a corner of the practice room where he had been trying to catch up on some dances he had not had time to learn when the others had.
“Are you still there?” Ueda asks a whole three minutes later. He has parked his car, collected his things, disconnected his phone from handsfree and realized he never hung up.
“Yeah.”
“Which concert date of mine is the best for you?”
Ryo decides this conversation actually went well.
***
“I don’t know if I should be surprised or shocked or outraged about the fact that I actually enjoyed it.” Ryo slurs against Ueda’s shoulder after the concert, after everyone else Ueda had made Ryo invite for dinner with them has left and Ryo has had enough to drink to last for the whole night.
“What about being pleased about the fact your evening was enjoyable and well spent?” Ueda asks, leaning his head against the top of Ryo’s, smelling Ryo’s shampoo, Ryo’s hair sticking to his cheek as the taxi moves towards Ueda’s house first.
“It’s nice that you can just go and pull off a concert by yourself like that.”
“Who’s the awkward one now?” Ueda asks.
***
It goes on for months. They meet rarely but end up calling or texting when something silly happens, when one of them wants to share a rumor or mock someone. Ryo sends Ueda a CD saying the music reminded him of something Ueda sang during his concert, and Ueda makes an effort to actually properly listen to Ryo’s solos. Ueda is a little bummed when he remembers Ryo will not be in Tokyo for countdown because it is one less opportunity to meet, and he had been toying with the idea of asking the producer to let them pair up for some random sempai song.
“Imagine the surprise effect of that,” he says into the phone to Ryo, recollecting his own revelation later on.
“Do you think anyone would care at this point?”
“Well that would depend on the number of hip rolls we could fit into that twenty seconds of air time it would give us.”
“You can’t hip roll,” Ryo laughs.
“Excuse me?” Ueda hangs up.
Ryo receives some ripped footage from KAT-TUN’s DVD’s and music program performances.
***
“Has anyone ever told you what subtle means?” Ryo asks Ueda a week later when they manage to call each other again.
***
“The problem is, ever since then I kind of want to jump him. Ninja style,” Ryo says to Subaru over beer one night. Subaru laughs so much the beer comes out of his nose.
“What does that mean? Ninja style?” he manages to ask. Ryo only groans. To his credit, Subaru decides to leave Kanjani8 out of it, at least for now, because despite the drunkenness of that night he can see Ryo has become more relaxed over the past few months.
***
“Ueda-kun, you say?” Subaru asks with dark amusement after they meet the said man in Tokyo for lunch, Ryo not being able to ditch Ueda or Subaru. Ueda has already left, and Ryo had followed him with his eyes all the way until he had disappeared around the corner visible from the restaurant window.
“Ninja style. He could take it. He’s pretty strong. I don’t think he would have any problem holding me up.”
“I’ll pretend I did not hear you telling me about how you want to be a total girl.”
***
“No drama this spring?” Ueda asks, arms and legs stretched across his bed, staring at the ceiling. It is past midnight and he really should be sleeping, but talking to Ryo is such a strong habit, such a basic part of his life by now, that he puts it ahead of his need for rest.
“No, or a single with NEWS or Kanjani8. The tours are both over. It’s so . . . empty.”
Ueda hums. “Do you want to hang out?” he asks.
“What would we do? I mean all we ever manage is a drink or a meal.”
Fuck. Ueda wants to answer. He really wants to. And if he has been reading Ryo’s body language correctly, the other might want just that too. But that smells like all kinds of trouble and complication, even of emotions now. Ueda likes the fact that he has acquired a new friend, another person he can fall back onto or just enjoy himself with, over the past months. He tells himself that the physical attraction is just a byproduct that will wear off eventually. Ryo is an idol. He is supposed to look hot, shoot sultry looks, talk in a low, husky voice and sway people with his antics. They are endearingly awkward at times in Ueda’s opinion.
“You know, I think I am awesome because I am no longer bothered by you just going silent on me in the middle of a phone conversation. I don’t even find it awkward anymore.”
Ueda chuckles. If only Ryo knew.
“What kind of world did you go to this time?” Ryo asks.
“The one where things are simple,” Ueda answers.
“Next time, you should take me with.” Ryo whispers.
***
Ryo finds himself in Johnny’s office two days later.
“A concert? By myself?”
“Yeah, your schedule seemed strangely empty,” Johnny argues. Ryo wonders if that is why Ueda has been able to hold them twice already. If he knew that was the reason. Whether he would tell him if he in fact knew. How he felt about it. But then it hits him. A concert, on his own. His production, his songs, his ground to stand.
He is dialing Ueda’s number, stumbling down the hall from the main offices, when he hears Ueda’s voice sans the effect of a speaker. He feels like it has been a bit too long. He lifts his head and sees him waving off Nakamaru and heading out, back turned to Ryo.
“Ueda!”
“Ryo.” That transition from Ryo’s family to given name had been only natural. Neither of them remembers how it happened anymore.
Ueda turns around, squinting at Ryo from over his glasses, hair a bit damp from the shower, with the relaxed posture of someone going home after work well done, and when he meets Ryo’s eyes he smiles, face lighting up in joy. Ryo runs for it. Literally. Luckily, Ueda is quite quick when he wants to. By the time Ryo reaches him and jumps into Ueda’s arms, burying his face in the crook of his neck on impulse, Ueda is ready and they do not even stumble.
“Hey, you two, take that somewhere else,” Koki tells them, catching up to them on his way out.
Ueda chuckles and Ryo realizes what he is doing. He jumps down, face flushed and eyes downcast, biting his lip.
“You know, while I could presume you are just that happy to see me, and really that would be flattering, I have a feeling something good happened to you. So what are we celebrating?”
Ryo lets out a breath. “I’m having solo concerts,” Ryo says excitedly.
“And I thought you were exaggerating when you said your schedule was kind of empty.” Ueda’s eyes widen and he bites his lip when he realizes what he blurted out.
It makes Ryo look up though. Oh.
“I mean, this is great! Do you have time to celebrate? I can pass along some advice to you, you know, being more experienced in this department and all,” Ueda tries to wink. “Do you have time for a beer? A bar or my place, your choice.”
“You place,” Ryo breathes out. “And I don’t need your advice,” he adds as they wait for a taxi.
Ueda tilts his head.
“Johnny is too honest sometimes,” Ryo say as they drive to Ueda’s place.
“I don’t mind. It is still an opportunity.”
“I just feel stupid for being jealous of you having concerts and telling you so, over and over.”
“Don’t put my work down only because of the reasons it was given to me,” Ueda says, but he just slaps Ryo’s thigh half heartedly. A signal it is okay now. Topic dropped.
***
“I really do have just beer, no champagne or anything fancy to match your enthusiasm,” Ueda calls to Ryo, who is looking around the apartment. He has never been here, he realizes.
“My enthusiasm?” Ryo asks distractedly.
“You know,” Ueda comes out, putting the cans down and throwing his arms into the air.
Ryo’s eyes widen. “Oh, about that, sorry about the sudden attack. I . . .” he is not making this any better.
“Don’t apologize. I enjoyed it.” Damn. “I mean, it was funny.”
Ryo is not listening, something in him breaking at Ueda’s words. He does not quite run this time, but he still jumps up and wraps his legs around Ueda’s waist, arms looping behind his neck, when he reaches him.
He does not hide but instead locks his eyes with Ueda’s this time.
“This is awkward,” Ueda says when he gets over his shock. He holds Ryo in position though, hands on his ass, does not push him off.
“Well now that you said it.”
“Because it wasn’t before?” Ueda questions.
“You know if we are going to have a discussion about the weirdness of this moment, just let me down.” Ryo squirms.
“Is there any other option?” Ueda asks.
It is silly. Ryo’s heart is beating too damn fast, and Ueda’s eyes have this uncertain, far-away, glint in them, and they are standing in Ueda’s living room-or Ueda is-and having a serious discussion about the position they are in.
“Hold me?” Ryo decides not to back down this time. He ducks his head under Ueda’s chin anyway, not being able to stand his gaze anymore.
“Okay,” Ueda actually breathes out, turning so that he can back Ryo into the wall, lifting him up a little and holding him in place a little more firmly, repositioning his hands for that purpose. Ryo groans. Ueda leans his head against the top of Ryo’s. They stay still until Ueda shivers because Ryo decides that the best way to break the silence, to move things a bit, is to kiss and bite Ueda’s collarbone.
Ueda does not need more to be spurred into action though. One of his hands shoots into Ryo’s hair, and he pulls his head up.
“You know you were so hot earlier today, and you are now, so I’m going to be very irresponsible for the rest of the evening,” Ueda announces.
Ryo blinks, and then he closes his eyes completely because Ueda kisses him and moves, carrying Ryo across the living room. Ryo’s hand slips down Ueda’s back, and he reaches underneath his t-shirt and then groans when in return he is slammed against the wall again and Ueda is biting his lip. He smells good and tastes a little desperate, and Ryo tightens his legs around him. That has Ueda moving again.
Ryo is like a spider, holding onto Ueda so strongly that even if Ueda wanted to, he could not manage to drop him. His legs are squeezing Ueda and bringing them impossibly close, their groins meeting as Ueda stumbles into his bedroom. Ryo’s hands grip Ueda’s neck and his back, nails digging into the muscles, and Ueda has a hard time deciding if he wants to kiss the other, pull at his hair, squeeze his ass or bite his neck, and he attempts to do it all almost at once. Ryo groans and does his best to do his share of groping, and when his back hits the door of Ueda’s bedroom, from the inside, and he spots the big bed, he sighs in relief.
But Ueda seems content to push him against the door, kiss him over and over again, his tongue dwelling deep and leading Ryo, who really does not mind. One of Ueda’s hands leaves Ryo’s bottom now that the door is there to hold him in place, and Ueda attempts to unbutton Ryo’s shirt and jeans and his own too. He does not get far, so he gives up, his hips moving that much faster, and his hand pulls at Ryo’s hair when the other leaves his mouth and sucks at his collarbone. Ueda’s hand forces Ryo’s head back up, and Ueda only watches Ryo for a few seconds, breath already short, eyes already clouded. Ryo bites his own lip, sucks at it, does not say anything, only waits, his own hips jerking forward a little when Ueda stops, Ryo’s grip almost deathly.
“You don’t want me to stop,” Ueda whispers and it sounds almost like a plea. Ryo wonders why Ueda would even think so, but he shakes his head, and then there are two hands grabbing his ass again and they are spinning and falling onto the bed. Ryo moans and bucks his hips up properly now, his legs never letting go. Ueda makes another attempt at undressing, and he is more successful this time, his own t-shirt gone and Ryo’s shirt open and pulled down to his elbows.
Ryo thinks he might cry from all the relief that floods him because this is all happening, but he moans instead, the heat in his stomach rising way too fast as he keeps on thrusting up and is met by Ueda’s hips. His jeans are open, and Ueda is shoving a hand down his boxers, and Ryo really cries out at the touch.
“So good,” he mutters, and Ueda groans into his neck and moves down to suck on his nipple.
This time it is Ryo who wants a kiss instead, bringing him back to his mouth, and Ueda whines as his own body seeks more friction.
“You are not going to help, are you?” Ueda asks, lifting up. Ryo’s eyes are almost closed, dark, and he is panting and moaning, and Ueda’s hand on his cock stills then. “So hot but so lazy,” Ueda mutters.
“Ueda, I . . . I cannot let go. Next time, I’ll take care of . . . us, promise,” and Ryo groans as Ueda’s hand moves up his erection again. But then it leaves, and he wants to protest but stays silent because Ueda is watching him intently and trying to get rid of his own jeans while Ryo loosens his legs only a little to let him move a bit.
Soon enough, Ryo feels Ueda’s cock bump against his as Ueda’s face relaxes a little, and then they are kissing and moving against each other, faster and with more strength, and there is almost no space between them. They only lick and bite because they cannot kiss anymore, and Ryo is pulling Ueda closer by his hair and moaning his name.
“Just a little longer. More,” he asks, and Ueda’s hand is back, around both of them, sweaty, fast and a little clumsy. Ryo cries out again and then hides his head underneath Ueda’s chin because he knows that this is it, and the next moment he is coming, his orgasm taking over his own body. He bites Ueda’s collarbone again in order not to scream. That is the last push Ueda needs, and he whispers Ryo’s name, spilling over his fingers and between them just seconds after Ryo.
They both feel boneless, so they stay like that, only breathing, until Ryo squirms and Ueda shivers from the cold. They fall to the side, and finally Ryo lets go, his legs untangling. Ueda is reaching somewhere and cleaning them in the next moment, and then he is pulling up the sheets and burying himself in them. Ryo has to pull and nudge until Ueda’s head peeks out again. When it does, Ueda is kissed, slow, long slide of tongues, no hurry, just seconds dragging in contentment.
“Next time?” Ueda asks when Ryo lets him go, and the other chuckles.
“Well we better do things properly too, this was just embarrassing.”
“Look who’s talking, you wouldn’t let go of me,” Ueda pouts and attempts to share the covers.
“I’m not complaining. You were still hot,” Ryo just drapes himself all over Ueda again.
“Hmmm, is that it?”
“And I might like you too,” Ryo whispers into Ueda’s shoulder, kissing it afterwards.
“Now that’s better. So when do you think that next time will be, you lazy bum?” Ueda asks, tries to sound seductive but yawns in the process.
“Humph,” is Ryo’s answer. Ueda should have known he cannot beat sleep. But if Ryo sleeps with him, he is kind of okay with that.
***
“Did he do it? Ninja style?”
Ueda wonders if it really is who he thinks it is. “Subaru-kun?”
“Koki called me and said he saw you and Ryo in the hallway, and Ryo was holding onto you like a leech. So did he do it? Jump you all ninja style? How was it?”
Ueda hangs up. Ryo stirs next to him.
“Who was that?”
“Subaru talking nonsense about your seduction techniques,” Ueda whispers, suppressing giggle. The air tickles Ryo’s skin. “So how long were you contemplating jumping onto me like that?” Ueda asks. That seems to wake Ryo up.
“I’m killing Subaru,” he says as he stumbles out of bed, face red, hair everywhere, just woken up voice.
“Now?” Ueda ask incredulously.
“Did you have any other plans?” Ryo raises an eyebrow.
“Well,” Ueda stretches out. “Shower and breakfast? Both preferably in your company.”
Ryo grins. “You are right, let Subaru live a little longer. He should be really glad you are a pacifist.”
end
More blabbing ahead: This is kind of my own reward for a) graduating and b) being done writing with my je_rainbowbridge fic.
I started the fic couple nights before my finals and it was supposed to be PWP where Ryo jumps onto Ueda. But yeah, the sex did not happen that night at around 3 am, which is when I got out of bed to write it (and the time and place maybe explains the strangeness of this all), and when I finished it couple days ago in between bits and pieces of rbb, my characters totally screwed me over.
I feel like blaming Ninon, my sister´s friend and huge hockey fan for the concept, but that is another story. Overall it felt nice, great even to write in canon and for myself only again. So I hope you had fun reading this craziness.
comments, concrit, feedback is <3