[One-shot] Think outside the box
Title: Think outside the box
Pairings/Characters: Ryo,Ueda
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: long porn, cheesy everything else
Notes: The fact that this was written for a Valentine’s Exchange is my only excuse. Also this is how a fic written for Valentine's exchange should look like. Originally posted here. 3178 words.
Summary: Ryo is too quick to assume things. Ueda finds it annoying. However Ryo is also very obvious and Ueda finds it endearing.
beta by drphoenix
“So will you bring me some chocolate?” Ryo asks, leaning against the back of the elevator, hands in his pocket, shoulders tensing a little despite the end of the day.
Ueda snorts a little from where he stands in front of Ryo, facing the elevator door. “I’m not a girl, Nishikido-kun. But I sure hope I will get some of my own.”
Ryo frowns, and they get out of the elevator in the parking lot, each going to his own car. “Suddenly I am Nishikido-kun, again. I was Ryo-chan just yesterday when he was all in my face,” Ryo murmurs. He probably thinks Ueda can’t hear him.
*
“Excuse me. Can you put that into a yellow box instead of a pink one?” Ueda asks, and the sales lady eyes him a little, then shrugs and switches the present box for a light yellow one. It makes Ueda feel slightly better. The whole idea feels less cheesy that way.
*
“What is that?” Ryo pokes at the huge box of what can only be chocolate. Because it is Valentine ’s Day, and Ueda really is a man, despite wearing sparkly make-up under his eyes these days.
Ueda just smiles lopsidedly, turning to face Ryo. “What do you think it is?” he asks.
Ryo storms out of the room right after that. “Whatever. I hope he chokes on it,” he says, and this time he doesn’t even try to whisper. Ueda knows by now that Ryo sometimes forgets to filter between his brain and mouth. He finds it endearing. Ueda turns back to face the mirror and pouts at his reflection. He has it bad.
At least he is not alone. He and Ryo have been flirting for some time now. He has no clue how that happened, but one day he found himself winking at Ryo and telling him to take it easy when NEWS and KAT-TUN were switching the rooms for some routine interviews. Next think he knew, he was actively checking up for days they would be in the same building- jimusho, TV stations, location shoots. It was fun to get Ryo all worked up. Well not that he was any better. Ryo also smelled good, looked hot when he glared from underneath his messy fringe, and Ueda’s been getting kind of daring. If only Ryo thought before jumping to his conclusions time to time, things would be a little easier.
*
Ueda. You are not getting that boxing movie out of me if you don’t do something about Ryo. Right the fuck now. Yamapi types and then throws the phone into the general direction of his bag. His battery will die any moment now anyway because Ryo’s been texting him and calling him all morning.
Yamapi picked up the first three times, but when all Ryo was capable of saying was how stupid Ueda got a huge classy box of chocolate and he got none, complaining, "And who would give Ueda chocolate anyway?” he lost his temper.
Buy him a bigger one, if you mind so much Yamapi texted Ryo after he would not stop calling even though Yamapi has been ignoring his calls.
I’m not a girl! Besides, why should I give Ueda anything?
Because you’ve wanted in his pants for like a year now.
DO NOT!
DO TOO ;D
Go fuck Jin or something.
Yamapi really hopes that Ueda can be the better man.
*
“Okay. I get it, you are not girly, and you are the man among all men. Now can you like ditch that chocolate and, and . . .” Ryo glares at the wall behind Ueda’s ear, but as he keeps stuttering, his eyes shift to his shoes, and he burns holes into them, somewhere around his big toes.
“And what?” Ueda stands up and steps on Ryo’s toes just because it is fun to see the reaction Ryo gets when Ueda is in his line of vision again.
“Just . . . do something.” Ryo grits his teeth and gets red in the face. “About that chocolate, I mean,” he adds quickly.
Ueda hums, then steps back and picks up his bag. “Okay,” he says. “Do you want to watch?”
“Watch what?” Ryo asks confused, but when Ueda pulls him out of the room by his sleeve, carrying the box under his other arm, he follows.
“You’ll see,” Ueda laughs and winks at him.
“Stop that,” Ryo pretends like he wants to get rid of Ueda’s hand on his sleeve. He really is cute. And even though Ueda hates it when people get too jealous, he is totally closing his eyes to it today. Ryo will just have to make it up to him.
“You get all touchy feely, you wink at me, and pout and blink all innocent like, and then you prance around with chocolate from someone random. What are you?”
“An idol?” Ueda asks and shuts the passenger door of his car, barely missing Ryo’s head as he vehemently tries to say something to Ueda. Ueda gets the finger for that, but he only laughs, his head falling back, hair spilling over his shoulders, enjoying how suddenly Ryo’s mouth hangs a little low. He walks around the car and gets in.
“Now sit tightly, Ryo-chan,” he says just as he is turning his keys in the ignition.
*
"Why did you drag me here?" Ryo asks, trying hard to sound upset. But he is glancing around Ueda’s place with curiosity when he thinks Ueda is not looking.
"Are you hungry or thirsty?" Ueda shouts at him from his kitchen.
"No. I just want to see you destroy the box, and then I'm out of here," Ryo shouts back. "Like I don't have anything better to do on Valentine's Day," he huffs.
"Like what?" Ueda asks, suddenly too close to Ryo. He smirks when Ryo starts backing down the hall, not knowing at all where he is going. "Aren't you happy to be here with me?" Ueda ask in a low voice, and Ryo shrieks a little when he hits some door.
"I just wish you wouldn't be such a bitch, getting all happy and swooned with one box of chocolate. You've been smiling like an idiot all day long. It's disgusting," Ryo bites back.
"Really?!" Ueda steps closer, willing himself not to lose control, not yet. "Why is that?"
"I . . ." Ryo's ears get red. "It just pisses me off, that's all," he gets out. "Too close," he murmurs next.
"What are you going to do about it?" Ueda asks.
Ryo glares and grabs Ueda's shoulders. He tries to push him away, but Ueda reaches for his hips instead and slams him back into the door. Ryo's really angry now, and Ueda is really turned on because Ryo glaring daggers at him is hot. Ueda likes that he can push Ryo like this, and his plan B is going great, Ryo being exactly where he wants to have him, pressed between Ueda and a hard surface. Ryo’s legs fall open when Ueda moves closer, his breath getting ragged as Ueda squeezes his hips and moves forward, no stupid chocolate needed.
"Ueda, what the fuck," Ryo barely manages, a feeble effort at pushing Ueda away that ends up in more gripping of his hips and his shoulder blades being slammed into the door yet again. Then Ueda finally decides it is time to stop holding back, and he presses his lips to Ryo's, hoping Ryo won't act like a stubborn child anymore and just lets him kiss him properly.
Ueda sees Ryo's eyes open wide with shock, so despite all the tension he doesn't do much more than pressing his lips against Ryo's more and rubbing circles over his hips with his thumbs, the rest of his fingers still digging into Ryo's muscles to keep him in place-just in case he decided to run away after all. Ueda can pretend he is all sure about things, but Ryo gives signals mixed enough to keep Ueda on the edge.
At least for the next four seconds, but then Ryo flings himself against Ueda’s body yet again, though now it is a movement of acceptance instead of that of defense. Ryo’s arms wrap around Ueda's neck, and when he opens his mouth, letting out a groan of relief, they fall onto the door together. Ueda giggles breathlessly against Ryo's mouth, his own gesture of relief, and Ryo blinks, biting at Ueda's lip lightly.
“Stop laughing at me,” he murmurs, arms tightening around Ueda’s neck. “Is this your bedroom door?” he asks and ducks his head, biting the skin in the crook of Ueda’s neck. Ueda can see Ryo flush a little more anyway and wonders how he can have so many different layers. He lets go of Ryo’s hip instead of giving him a verbal answer and pushes down the door handle. The door flies open underneath their weight, but Ueda expects it and holds them upright, Ryo now clinging to him.
“Did you have to do that?” Ryo hisses.
“All you do today is complain,” Ueda says back, pushing Ryo towards the bed. “Can you do anything else at all?”
Ryo opens his mouth to answer, but Ueda just covers it with his own, kissing Ryo, deep and forceful, letting out all of his frustration into the kiss. Like that, they fall onto the bed, and if Ryo is getting tired of being pushed against places, he does not complain this time, only runs his fingers through Ueda’s hair, pulling at it. Ueda whimpers at that a little.
“Are we really going to have sex?” Ryo asks a little incredulously. Ueda freezes. He would think it was obvious because he’s been hard ever since he managed to slam Ryo into that door, and he is pretty sure Ryo can feel it against his thigh.
“Well, I would love to, but you seem like you would rather talk about it than have it,” Ueda says, frustrations seeping into his voice, and he pushes his hips down with purpose.
Ryo’s “oh” turns into “agh,” and he moans, his own body suddenly shivering underneath Ueda’s, and Ueda really hopes that they have finally clarified things. To make sure no more doubts arise, he tugs at Ryo’s shirt, and when Ryo lets him take it off, he does the same with his own and then his hand reaches for Ryo’s jeans. Ryo still looks a bit disbelieving, a little shy and uncertain about what to do, so Ueda slows down, sliding the jeans down Ryo’s legs instead of just yanking at them, then running his palms up Ryo’s entire body, kissing his left hip and a spot underneath his right nipple before looking into his eyes again, hovering over him.
Ueda is breathing quickly, too excited, lost in anticipation that the feel of Ryo’s skin under his fingers spurred on. The darkness of Ryo’s eyes only makes it all that much stronger, and he reaches for his own pants, wanting the clothes to be finally out of the way.
“Let me,” Ryo whispers hurriedly, and this time he definitely catches Ueda off guard, his fingers fumbling with Ueda’s belt then pushing at the fabric, just as slowly as Ueda did. The mood shifts, and they probably both know it as Ueda leans down and nips at Ryo’s lips, at his jaw and down his neck, while their boxers finally come off as well. All the anger and tension, all the fight so typical for them even though that the game has changed over the years is gone, and all there is left is warmth and tingling spreading where they touch, where their bodies meet.
Ueda is barely breathing, his cock brushing against Ryo’s now equally hard one, or against Ryo’s stomach while Ueda tries to run his fingers over every curve and sharp angle of Ryo’s body. Ryo lets him, freely touching on his own, hands sliding over Ueda’s sides, up his spine, and into his hair again, sharp pull bringing Ueda back into Ryo’s mouth for a kiss full of want and urgency. They are both moaning, gasping, and Ryo whines when Ueda’s fingertips brush over the tip of his cock in their wandering. Suddenly Ueda remembers he wanted so much more than to just make out. He has troubles moving anywhere but against Ryo, but he manages to grab lube and condoms from his nightstand. He wasn’t planning on asking, but now he feels like he should. But then Ryo mumbles “Tatsuya” into their kiss, and his legs come up before Ueda even opens the tube.
The frenzy returns with the first touch of Ueda’s fingers on Ryo’s wrinkled skin, and now there are Ryo’s nails digging into Ueda’s arm muscles. It’s almost feverish, the way Ryo’s body protests him and invites him at the same time. Ueda is incapable of holding Ryo’s piercing stare, so he drops his head and laps his tongue across his nipple instead, dropping kisses all across his chest. He twists his wrist, and his fingers brush against something that makes Ryo grip his hair with ferocity, that makes him moan louder. Ueda thinks he could stay like this forever, just feeling Ryo move underneath him in a messy pattern of pulls and pushes, but then Ryo’s hand is on his cock. Ueda wonders how Ryo is so efficient in his state, but he stops caring once the condom is in place, and Ryo is pulling him closer yet again.
“Hurry,” he whispers into Ueda’s ear, tugging hair behind it. “Do something,” he adds, and the puff of air on Ueda’s cheek feels almost like a smirk. Just like that, a little of that want to win that Ryo usually bring out in Ueda returns, and he pushes in fast and steady, falling down onto Ryo with almost all his weight. Ryo groans and shivers, but seems to calm down when Ueda stops and only rubs his inner thigh, kisses his jaw. Ryo moves first, but Ueda follows, and soon he is thrusting in, meeting the roll of Ryo’s hip.
Ryo keeps one if his hands in Ueda’s hair, the other digging into his back while Ueda mouths Ryo’s shoulder, his hips snapping, his whole body slowly losing to the heat and pleasure spreading from his stomach and enveloping him. Ryo tugs at Ueda’s hair again, bringing his face up to look at him. Ueda’s weight shifts, and the next time he sinks into Ryo, Ryo clenches around him.
“Right there,” Ryo grits out and tightens his legs, trying to keep Ueda where he wants him. Ueda can’t protest just does what he can to brush against the right places, his tongue darting out, licking at Ryo’s lips
“Touch me,” Ryo whispers and Ueda’s brain briefly wonders why Ryo still kind of talks too much. Besides, Ryo’s hand slides down Ueda’s spine and wraps around Ueda’s lower back, making it damn hard for Ueda to fit his hand between them. Ueda’s knuckles brush against Ryo’s stomach, feeling the tension and tremble of his muscles, and Ryo’s cock feels heavy and hot in his hand. Ryo arches beautifully, his eyes falling shut, all of his body squeezing Ueda tightly.
“So good,” Ueda breathes out, and uses all of his strength to push his hip forwards, edges of his mind slowly blurring. His thumb pushes into the slit of Ryo’s cock, and Ryo cries out, spilling between them, clenching around Ueda, and he digs his nails into Ueda’s skin. Ueda’s orgasm spills over him right after, and he barely holds himself up, not wanting to squash Ryo completely. He heaves long breaths, and when he manages to move, he runs his palms down Ryo’s thighs, easing them down and untangling them. Ryo whimpers when Ueda pulls out, but his eyes stay closed, and he only hums and laces his fingers with Ueda’s when Ueda brings a wet cloth and cleans him.
When Ueda slides back to bed and throws a cover over them, Ryo curls against his side. Once again Ueda can only shake his head at how quiet and tame Ryo is, and he runs his fingers through Ryo’s damp hair, smiling smugly.
“You want me,” Ryo suddenly says just as smugly, though it is clear that this too is one of his unfiltered thoughts, escaping him from somewhere on the edges of sleep. Ueda chuckles at how it sounds, raspy and heavy from exhaustion, and decides not to comment.
Few hours later, Ueda wakes up and realizes there is no body pressed against his hip like there had been when he fell asleep. He wrinkles his nose and gets up, trotting into his living room. He finds Ryo sitting on the couch, glaring at the box of chocolate, knife in hand like he wants to stub it.
“You have been defeated. Tatsuya is mine, so you shall be destroyed,” Ryo murmurs, running the knife across the top of the box. Ueda turns the big light on, and Ryo turns his head in his direction sharply, blinking against the light. Ueda makes a face.
“You just won’t let it go,” Ueda says, sounding annoyed. “You leave the bed to get even with a box of chocolate. You really are an idiot,” he sighs.
“I’m not an idiot” Ryo murmurs, eyes already back on the box, seemingly ignoring Ueda.
“You do know that I can hear you talking to yourself all the time?” Ueda has to chuckle at that. He moves and sits next to Ryo.
“Did you check the note yet? Don’t you want to know who gave it to me?” Ueda asks, elbowing Ryo between the ribs.
“A note?” Ryo asks, scratching his neck.
“Idiot,” Ueda’s sigh is exasperated this time.
Ryo turns the box around and grabs the note he finds attached to one of the sides.
for Ryo-chan it reads. He looks at Ueda, eyebrows raised to the sky.
“What, I just wanted to finally get into your pants. It seemed like a good idea.” Ueda throws his hands into the air, willing the blush away. “Plus it’s yellow, how dense can you be?”
Ryo appears not to be listening again, tearing down the ribbon and opening the box. Ueda shakes his head. Ryo looks cute-his bed hair all messy and fluffy, his eyes shining as he picks at different chocolates, murmuring something to himself yet again. Ueda really has it bad. He leans in, kissing Ryo’s hair, startling him a little, and gets up.
“Whenever you are done, come back to bed, will you?” Ueda says, already on his way to the bedroom. “You still need to make it up to me for being an annoying jealous fool all day long. Plus, now that I gave you the chocolate, you’d better say thank you.”
“I want in your pants too!” Ryo just shouts after him, and Tatsuya shuts the door to the sound of wrappings coming off. Like that wasn’t obvious.
end
A/N: Actually, surprisingly enough, I have nothing much to say other than the fact I ended up having fun writing this. Sorry to make Ryo a bit out of it, but I couldn't resist.
Comments? Edits? Typos that I missed? Any other mistakes?
Pairings/Characters: Ryo,Ueda
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: long porn, cheesy everything else
Notes: The fact that this was written for a Valentine’s Exchange is my only excuse. Also this is how a fic written for Valentine's exchange should look like. Originally posted here. 3178 words.
Summary: Ryo is too quick to assume things. Ueda finds it annoying. However Ryo is also very obvious and Ueda finds it endearing.
beta by drphoenix
“So will you bring me some chocolate?” Ryo asks, leaning against the back of the elevator, hands in his pocket, shoulders tensing a little despite the end of the day.
Ueda snorts a little from where he stands in front of Ryo, facing the elevator door. “I’m not a girl, Nishikido-kun. But I sure hope I will get some of my own.”
Ryo frowns, and they get out of the elevator in the parking lot, each going to his own car. “Suddenly I am Nishikido-kun, again. I was Ryo-chan just yesterday when he was all in my face,” Ryo murmurs. He probably thinks Ueda can’t hear him.
*
“Excuse me. Can you put that into a yellow box instead of a pink one?” Ueda asks, and the sales lady eyes him a little, then shrugs and switches the present box for a light yellow one. It makes Ueda feel slightly better. The whole idea feels less cheesy that way.
*
“What is that?” Ryo pokes at the huge box of what can only be chocolate. Because it is Valentine ’s Day, and Ueda really is a man, despite wearing sparkly make-up under his eyes these days.
Ueda just smiles lopsidedly, turning to face Ryo. “What do you think it is?” he asks.
Ryo storms out of the room right after that. “Whatever. I hope he chokes on it,” he says, and this time he doesn’t even try to whisper. Ueda knows by now that Ryo sometimes forgets to filter between his brain and mouth. He finds it endearing. Ueda turns back to face the mirror and pouts at his reflection. He has it bad.
At least he is not alone. He and Ryo have been flirting for some time now. He has no clue how that happened, but one day he found himself winking at Ryo and telling him to take it easy when NEWS and KAT-TUN were switching the rooms for some routine interviews. Next think he knew, he was actively checking up for days they would be in the same building- jimusho, TV stations, location shoots. It was fun to get Ryo all worked up. Well not that he was any better. Ryo also smelled good, looked hot when he glared from underneath his messy fringe, and Ueda’s been getting kind of daring. If only Ryo thought before jumping to his conclusions time to time, things would be a little easier.
*
Ueda. You are not getting that boxing movie out of me if you don’t do something about Ryo. Right the fuck now. Yamapi types and then throws the phone into the general direction of his bag. His battery will die any moment now anyway because Ryo’s been texting him and calling him all morning.
Yamapi picked up the first three times, but when all Ryo was capable of saying was how stupid Ueda got a huge classy box of chocolate and he got none, complaining, "And who would give Ueda chocolate anyway?” he lost his temper.
Buy him a bigger one, if you mind so much Yamapi texted Ryo after he would not stop calling even though Yamapi has been ignoring his calls.
I’m not a girl! Besides, why should I give Ueda anything?
Because you’ve wanted in his pants for like a year now.
DO NOT!
DO TOO ;D
Go fuck Jin or something.
Yamapi really hopes that Ueda can be the better man.
*
“Okay. I get it, you are not girly, and you are the man among all men. Now can you like ditch that chocolate and, and . . .” Ryo glares at the wall behind Ueda’s ear, but as he keeps stuttering, his eyes shift to his shoes, and he burns holes into them, somewhere around his big toes.
“And what?” Ueda stands up and steps on Ryo’s toes just because it is fun to see the reaction Ryo gets when Ueda is in his line of vision again.
“Just . . . do something.” Ryo grits his teeth and gets red in the face. “About that chocolate, I mean,” he adds quickly.
Ueda hums, then steps back and picks up his bag. “Okay,” he says. “Do you want to watch?”
“Watch what?” Ryo asks confused, but when Ueda pulls him out of the room by his sleeve, carrying the box under his other arm, he follows.
“You’ll see,” Ueda laughs and winks at him.
“Stop that,” Ryo pretends like he wants to get rid of Ueda’s hand on his sleeve. He really is cute. And even though Ueda hates it when people get too jealous, he is totally closing his eyes to it today. Ryo will just have to make it up to him.
“You get all touchy feely, you wink at me, and pout and blink all innocent like, and then you prance around with chocolate from someone random. What are you?”
“An idol?” Ueda asks and shuts the passenger door of his car, barely missing Ryo’s head as he vehemently tries to say something to Ueda. Ueda gets the finger for that, but he only laughs, his head falling back, hair spilling over his shoulders, enjoying how suddenly Ryo’s mouth hangs a little low. He walks around the car and gets in.
“Now sit tightly, Ryo-chan,” he says just as he is turning his keys in the ignition.
*
"Why did you drag me here?" Ryo asks, trying hard to sound upset. But he is glancing around Ueda’s place with curiosity when he thinks Ueda is not looking.
"Are you hungry or thirsty?" Ueda shouts at him from his kitchen.
"No. I just want to see you destroy the box, and then I'm out of here," Ryo shouts back. "Like I don't have anything better to do on Valentine's Day," he huffs.
"Like what?" Ueda asks, suddenly too close to Ryo. He smirks when Ryo starts backing down the hall, not knowing at all where he is going. "Aren't you happy to be here with me?" Ueda ask in a low voice, and Ryo shrieks a little when he hits some door.
"I just wish you wouldn't be such a bitch, getting all happy and swooned with one box of chocolate. You've been smiling like an idiot all day long. It's disgusting," Ryo bites back.
"Really?!" Ueda steps closer, willing himself not to lose control, not yet. "Why is that?"
"I . . ." Ryo's ears get red. "It just pisses me off, that's all," he gets out. "Too close," he murmurs next.
"What are you going to do about it?" Ueda asks.
Ryo glares and grabs Ueda's shoulders. He tries to push him away, but Ueda reaches for his hips instead and slams him back into the door. Ryo's really angry now, and Ueda is really turned on because Ryo glaring daggers at him is hot. Ueda likes that he can push Ryo like this, and his plan B is going great, Ryo being exactly where he wants to have him, pressed between Ueda and a hard surface. Ryo’s legs fall open when Ueda moves closer, his breath getting ragged as Ueda squeezes his hips and moves forward, no stupid chocolate needed.
"Ueda, what the fuck," Ryo barely manages, a feeble effort at pushing Ueda away that ends up in more gripping of his hips and his shoulder blades being slammed into the door yet again. Then Ueda finally decides it is time to stop holding back, and he presses his lips to Ryo's, hoping Ryo won't act like a stubborn child anymore and just lets him kiss him properly.
Ueda sees Ryo's eyes open wide with shock, so despite all the tension he doesn't do much more than pressing his lips against Ryo's more and rubbing circles over his hips with his thumbs, the rest of his fingers still digging into Ryo's muscles to keep him in place-just in case he decided to run away after all. Ueda can pretend he is all sure about things, but Ryo gives signals mixed enough to keep Ueda on the edge.
At least for the next four seconds, but then Ryo flings himself against Ueda’s body yet again, though now it is a movement of acceptance instead of that of defense. Ryo’s arms wrap around Ueda's neck, and when he opens his mouth, letting out a groan of relief, they fall onto the door together. Ueda giggles breathlessly against Ryo's mouth, his own gesture of relief, and Ryo blinks, biting at Ueda's lip lightly.
“Stop laughing at me,” he murmurs, arms tightening around Ueda’s neck. “Is this your bedroom door?” he asks and ducks his head, biting the skin in the crook of Ueda’s neck. Ueda can see Ryo flush a little more anyway and wonders how he can have so many different layers. He lets go of Ryo’s hip instead of giving him a verbal answer and pushes down the door handle. The door flies open underneath their weight, but Ueda expects it and holds them upright, Ryo now clinging to him.
“Did you have to do that?” Ryo hisses.
“All you do today is complain,” Ueda says back, pushing Ryo towards the bed. “Can you do anything else at all?”
Ryo opens his mouth to answer, but Ueda just covers it with his own, kissing Ryo, deep and forceful, letting out all of his frustration into the kiss. Like that, they fall onto the bed, and if Ryo is getting tired of being pushed against places, he does not complain this time, only runs his fingers through Ueda’s hair, pulling at it. Ueda whimpers at that a little.
“Are we really going to have sex?” Ryo asks a little incredulously. Ueda freezes. He would think it was obvious because he’s been hard ever since he managed to slam Ryo into that door, and he is pretty sure Ryo can feel it against his thigh.
“Well, I would love to, but you seem like you would rather talk about it than have it,” Ueda says, frustrations seeping into his voice, and he pushes his hips down with purpose.
Ryo’s “oh” turns into “agh,” and he moans, his own body suddenly shivering underneath Ueda’s, and Ueda really hopes that they have finally clarified things. To make sure no more doubts arise, he tugs at Ryo’s shirt, and when Ryo lets him take it off, he does the same with his own and then his hand reaches for Ryo’s jeans. Ryo still looks a bit disbelieving, a little shy and uncertain about what to do, so Ueda slows down, sliding the jeans down Ryo’s legs instead of just yanking at them, then running his palms up Ryo’s entire body, kissing his left hip and a spot underneath his right nipple before looking into his eyes again, hovering over him.
Ueda is breathing quickly, too excited, lost in anticipation that the feel of Ryo’s skin under his fingers spurred on. The darkness of Ryo’s eyes only makes it all that much stronger, and he reaches for his own pants, wanting the clothes to be finally out of the way.
“Let me,” Ryo whispers hurriedly, and this time he definitely catches Ueda off guard, his fingers fumbling with Ueda’s belt then pushing at the fabric, just as slowly as Ueda did. The mood shifts, and they probably both know it as Ueda leans down and nips at Ryo’s lips, at his jaw and down his neck, while their boxers finally come off as well. All the anger and tension, all the fight so typical for them even though that the game has changed over the years is gone, and all there is left is warmth and tingling spreading where they touch, where their bodies meet.
Ueda is barely breathing, his cock brushing against Ryo’s now equally hard one, or against Ryo’s stomach while Ueda tries to run his fingers over every curve and sharp angle of Ryo’s body. Ryo lets him, freely touching on his own, hands sliding over Ueda’s sides, up his spine, and into his hair again, sharp pull bringing Ueda back into Ryo’s mouth for a kiss full of want and urgency. They are both moaning, gasping, and Ryo whines when Ueda’s fingertips brush over the tip of his cock in their wandering. Suddenly Ueda remembers he wanted so much more than to just make out. He has troubles moving anywhere but against Ryo, but he manages to grab lube and condoms from his nightstand. He wasn’t planning on asking, but now he feels like he should. But then Ryo mumbles “Tatsuya” into their kiss, and his legs come up before Ueda even opens the tube.
The frenzy returns with the first touch of Ueda’s fingers on Ryo’s wrinkled skin, and now there are Ryo’s nails digging into Ueda’s arm muscles. It’s almost feverish, the way Ryo’s body protests him and invites him at the same time. Ueda is incapable of holding Ryo’s piercing stare, so he drops his head and laps his tongue across his nipple instead, dropping kisses all across his chest. He twists his wrist, and his fingers brush against something that makes Ryo grip his hair with ferocity, that makes him moan louder. Ueda thinks he could stay like this forever, just feeling Ryo move underneath him in a messy pattern of pulls and pushes, but then Ryo’s hand is on his cock. Ueda wonders how Ryo is so efficient in his state, but he stops caring once the condom is in place, and Ryo is pulling him closer yet again.
“Hurry,” he whispers into Ueda’s ear, tugging hair behind it. “Do something,” he adds, and the puff of air on Ueda’s cheek feels almost like a smirk. Just like that, a little of that want to win that Ryo usually bring out in Ueda returns, and he pushes in fast and steady, falling down onto Ryo with almost all his weight. Ryo groans and shivers, but seems to calm down when Ueda stops and only rubs his inner thigh, kisses his jaw. Ryo moves first, but Ueda follows, and soon he is thrusting in, meeting the roll of Ryo’s hip.
Ryo keeps one if his hands in Ueda’s hair, the other digging into his back while Ueda mouths Ryo’s shoulder, his hips snapping, his whole body slowly losing to the heat and pleasure spreading from his stomach and enveloping him. Ryo tugs at Ueda’s hair again, bringing his face up to look at him. Ueda’s weight shifts, and the next time he sinks into Ryo, Ryo clenches around him.
“Right there,” Ryo grits out and tightens his legs, trying to keep Ueda where he wants him. Ueda can’t protest just does what he can to brush against the right places, his tongue darting out, licking at Ryo’s lips
“Touch me,” Ryo whispers and Ueda’s brain briefly wonders why Ryo still kind of talks too much. Besides, Ryo’s hand slides down Ueda’s spine and wraps around Ueda’s lower back, making it damn hard for Ueda to fit his hand between them. Ueda’s knuckles brush against Ryo’s stomach, feeling the tension and tremble of his muscles, and Ryo’s cock feels heavy and hot in his hand. Ryo arches beautifully, his eyes falling shut, all of his body squeezing Ueda tightly.
“So good,” Ueda breathes out, and uses all of his strength to push his hip forwards, edges of his mind slowly blurring. His thumb pushes into the slit of Ryo’s cock, and Ryo cries out, spilling between them, clenching around Ueda, and he digs his nails into Ueda’s skin. Ueda’s orgasm spills over him right after, and he barely holds himself up, not wanting to squash Ryo completely. He heaves long breaths, and when he manages to move, he runs his palms down Ryo’s thighs, easing them down and untangling them. Ryo whimpers when Ueda pulls out, but his eyes stay closed, and he only hums and laces his fingers with Ueda’s when Ueda brings a wet cloth and cleans him.
When Ueda slides back to bed and throws a cover over them, Ryo curls against his side. Once again Ueda can only shake his head at how quiet and tame Ryo is, and he runs his fingers through Ryo’s damp hair, smiling smugly.
“You want me,” Ryo suddenly says just as smugly, though it is clear that this too is one of his unfiltered thoughts, escaping him from somewhere on the edges of sleep. Ueda chuckles at how it sounds, raspy and heavy from exhaustion, and decides not to comment.
Few hours later, Ueda wakes up and realizes there is no body pressed against his hip like there had been when he fell asleep. He wrinkles his nose and gets up, trotting into his living room. He finds Ryo sitting on the couch, glaring at the box of chocolate, knife in hand like he wants to stub it.
“You have been defeated. Tatsuya is mine, so you shall be destroyed,” Ryo murmurs, running the knife across the top of the box. Ueda turns the big light on, and Ryo turns his head in his direction sharply, blinking against the light. Ueda makes a face.
“You just won’t let it go,” Ueda says, sounding annoyed. “You leave the bed to get even with a box of chocolate. You really are an idiot,” he sighs.
“I’m not an idiot” Ryo murmurs, eyes already back on the box, seemingly ignoring Ueda.
“You do know that I can hear you talking to yourself all the time?” Ueda has to chuckle at that. He moves and sits next to Ryo.
“Did you check the note yet? Don’t you want to know who gave it to me?” Ueda asks, elbowing Ryo between the ribs.
“A note?” Ryo asks, scratching his neck.
“Idiot,” Ueda’s sigh is exasperated this time.
Ryo turns the box around and grabs the note he finds attached to one of the sides.
for Ryo-chan it reads. He looks at Ueda, eyebrows raised to the sky.
“What, I just wanted to finally get into your pants. It seemed like a good idea.” Ueda throws his hands into the air, willing the blush away. “Plus it’s yellow, how dense can you be?”
Ryo appears not to be listening again, tearing down the ribbon and opening the box. Ueda shakes his head. Ryo looks cute-his bed hair all messy and fluffy, his eyes shining as he picks at different chocolates, murmuring something to himself yet again. Ueda really has it bad. He leans in, kissing Ryo’s hair, startling him a little, and gets up.
“Whenever you are done, come back to bed, will you?” Ueda says, already on his way to the bedroom. “You still need to make it up to me for being an annoying jealous fool all day long. Plus, now that I gave you the chocolate, you’d better say thank you.”
“I want in your pants too!” Ryo just shouts after him, and Tatsuya shuts the door to the sound of wrappings coming off. Like that wasn’t obvious.
end
A/N: Actually, surprisingly enough, I have nothing much to say other than the fact I ended up having fun writing this. Sorry to make Ryo a bit out of it, but I couldn't resist.
Comments? Edits? Typos that I missed? Any other mistakes?