One-shot: Honey, I don't want your money, no, no ...
Title: Honey I don't want your money, no, no.| I don't even think I want your love. | If I wanted either one I would take your money and, | I want the heavy stuff.*
Pairings/Characters: Ryo/Ueda
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for hooker role play
Summary: Ueda finds out what's been going on right under his nose and decides to be an active part of it. Ryo cannot possibly resist.
Notes: almost pwp inspired by this. 4358 words, thank you to ayame_hadouken for a read through ♥
*I know the title is too long, but I stumbled upon it today and couldn't help it. It's apparently an unused verse from Prince's Purple Rain
There’s a certain serenity in driving home with Ryo in the passenger seat, keeping silent, watching the lights pass by and breathing slowly, fogging the glass just a little. Then maybe it’s not serenity, maybe it’s just waiting for the inevitable to happen, waiting for them to come home, drop their clothes on the way to the bedroom, or maybe to the shower, and just …
Ueda’s thoughts crush at the image of bare skin when Ryo’s palm soothes up his thigh and then closes over it, squeezes almost too much. Ueda slows down, not only to avoid a car crash but to drag out the anticipation. Serenity isn’t bad after all, he thinks. He hears Ryo heave a quicker, deeper breath and thinks how scarily in sync they got over the nights they drive to Ryo’s or Ueda’s apartment together. Ryo likes to go to Ueda’s place more, and Ueda suspects it’s just because he is too lazy to change his own sheets afterwards. Ueda is too, and sometimes, he doesn’t, the lingering scent of sex, cigarettes-Ryo there for at least a few more days before he lets it go. He’s come to expect it would be back.
Ryo’s palm opens and closes on Ueda’s thigh, feeling a little damp, and Ueda looks around properly, realizing the street around them looks a little impish, men and women both looking equally over- animated in the way they walk and try to wave down a ride. He sees one of them, skinny man with longish hair leaning against a car, bashfully counting some cash, and it clicks. In the next moment, Ueda’s head snaps to Ryo, and he sees him, almost pressed to the window, tense and oh so very much interested.
This is inevitably on route to Ueda’s apartment no matter where he’d been that night. Yet, he’s never noticed, but now he wonders if he was the only one who hasn’t. Soon enough they are turning to a much calmer and nicer street, and Ryo’s palm on Ueda’s knee stays clenched. Two more turns and the last roar of the engine, and Ueda is pressed against the door of the elevator climbing up towards his apartment, a knee between his legs, and Ryo’s erection pressing against his thigh, where there’s a clammy spot which Ryo’s hand had caused.
“I want you to suck me off,” Ryo says, and for a moment Ueda thinks he will be pushed onto his knees there in the elevator. Then the elevator halts and opens, and he is dragged into his own apartment and thrown around a little, and how did Ueda never notice? He wants to laugh, but there’s tongue down his throat, so he squeezes Ryo’s ass instead and makes sure Ryo stays the night. There’s all different kinds of fun to be had in the morning.
At 10 am, Ryo pads around Ueda’s apartment, unhappily kicking piles of clothes in Ueda’s living room and having a hard time finding a place in his still barely furnished apartment. Ueda is amused, but gets them both a glass of water before he speaks.
“So you like them easy and cheap, huh?” he says at last, and then his hardwood floor is wet where Ryo spits the water out. Ueda scrunches his nose but ignores the tiny puddle in favor of watching Ryo’s ears turn red under his messy hair.
“What did you just say?” Ryo asks, voice rough.
“I finally realized it’s not me but the scenic view that’s been so tempting about this place for you,” Ueda says nonchalantly, moving to the kitchen. Ryo stands there, as if not knowing if he should run or follow. Eventually, he slides next to Ueda and starts on the coffee. Bad choice.
“Maybe I should be offended. Do you always imagine you just picked me up on the street and took me home?”
The cup almost breaks as Ryo puts it down.
“Doesn’t it ruin your fantasy that it’s not your place you are taking me to? Or do you feel like my place is some hooker’s flat, and the mess just makes it more authentic?”
Ryo’s hands dig into the counter.
“Tell me,” Ueda leans close to whisper into Ryo’s ear then pulls back and admires the way Ryo is so wonderfully flushed to the roots of his hair and the way his mouth works without a sound. Who’s the fishlips now.
Ueda sighs dramatically and pulls bread from his cupboard. “And all this while I wondered why you keep so quiet during the sex. What would spill out if you talked?”
“It’s not like that,” Ryo huffs, turning around, but looking at his feet instead of at Ueda.
“You’re speechless, which never happens in the morning-you always complain, and you can’t even look at me, so it actually really is,” Ueda says, and he seems to really be spot on, no matter what that means. He steps closer to Ryo once more, running his foot up Ryo’s calf. “What did you imagine last night?”
“I don’t want to talk about this. Ever,” Ryo says resolutely. And that’s strange because it’s not like they never tried things together. What is it that makes Ryo so reluctant this time?
“But I want to talk about it. How you imagine that my mouth is filthy and oh so good, having had so many others forcing me on my knees just the way you did last night. Would you talk dirty to me then?”
Well that would be hot, Ueda must admit.
“This. It’s not like that. You and them. It’s different. And I never,” Ryo is clearly half hard where Ueda is lightly ghosting fingers over the front of his sweats, but he’s fighting it and so Ueda takes pity on him, dropping his hands off him and stepping back. He can’t will the smirk away though because he can hold this over Ryo for vengeance any time.
“You never what? Never had the guts to go and pay for a whore?”
Ryo’s fist hits the counter.
“I would never be so stupid. I’m not a coward. I’m just decent.” Ryo’s voice cracks.
Ueda laughs. “So imagining it while you fuck me is decent?” He eggs Ryo on.
Ryo looks at him, eyes hard and dark, cheeks still red but from more anger than embarrassment now.
“You should know better than that Tatsuya. You should know when to stop,” he says.
But Ueda can’t, strangely high on Ryo’s anger and a little of his own, because when he really, really thinks about it, then there isn’t much left from the want to keep his sheets as they are once Ryo leaves this time.
“Who would you pick? Just tell me. A girl or a boy?”
Ryo has a dangerous glint in his eyes. Ueda steps back to him, pulling at the loose collar of his own old t-shirt-long ago reassigned to Ryo.
“A man or a woman?” Ueda asks again.
Ryo pushes Ueda away, and Ueda lets him because he feels him shaking a little, and maybe he’s gone too far. And just maybe Ueda knows, deep down, that Ryo is decent, that he was raised decent and that this is far more about respect and pride and a little bit of shame than about Ueda and them.
“A man,” Ryo breathes, and he turns on his heel, grabs his jacket, and leaves without another word, his clothes from last night left lying around.
Ueda realizes he didn’t really want that. He collects his sheets and all of their clothes and throws them into his washing machine without a care for silk and jeans mixing up.
Ueda has Ryo’s jeans and shirt out of the wash and dry by mid-afternoon. He knows where Ryo’s going tonight to have dinner with Yamapi-that took just one phone call, and he’s thought about this. About how something so out of line, not only inappropriate but also unacceptable, so ruining for their line of work might be so tempting. So easy to access yet somehow such an untouchable fantasy. But now Ueda wants to make it happen for Ryo. Maybe a little for himself, so that there’s a clear cut between when it’s him and when it’s Ryo’s fantasy arching off the sheets in his own bedroom.
At least Ueda’s really good with eyeliner by now. He adds a bit of a dark shadow and he musses up his hair. For the first time in over a year, he is a little sad it isn’t longer. He’s already wearing the tightest jeans he’s found in his closet. Conveniently, they have just buttons, no zipper. He wonders how much of a slut will it make him feel in the future if he uses a really low cut t-shirt for tonight. In the end he figures he can deal. He picks one with no sleeves and pulls it askew, almost off his shoulder. God, he will need to put a jacket and a hat on, or no taxi driver will take him. He has a serious problem getting into the restaurant’s private parking lot, but eventually the manager they call recognizes him as a regular. Thank god he doesn’t remember what Ueda does for a living. He only stacks the coat and the hat into the bag when Yamapi messages him that Ryo’s leaving.
Ueda doesn’t want to know how he looks like leaning against the pillar near Ryo’s car. He only hopes Ryo comes sooner than the security guard. He knows his whole bribe went to the manager’s pocket and not his. But then Ryo’s standing in front of him, mouth hanging a little too low, face pale.
“Hey stranger,” Ueda pushes himself off the wall and tries not to flinch.
Ryo walks around him, shoulders tense and he drops the car keys. Ueda is there to pick them up. He steps closer to Ryo, pushing them into Ryo’s palm, and winks. “That’s a really nice ride you have here.”
Ryo gulps but manages to get in the car, pulling on the seat belt rather harshly and then fumbling with it. Ueda leans against the door and knocks on the window. When Ryo rolls it down, it’s a small victory.
“Come on, take me with you, handsome,” Ueda says, leaning down and giving Ryo a nice view of his cleavage.
Ryo’s lips quiver. “I’m not interested,” he says, but Ueda reaches inside the car, running a hand boldly down Ryo’s chest.
“How can I change your mind?” he asks.
Ryo starts pulling the car window up. “I won’t mind cutting your air off,” he says menacingly, and Ueda figures this is Ryo completely slipping out of the role he is supposed to play here, still mad at Ueda. He jumps back and Ryo starts the car. Ueda walks in front of it, swaying from side to side, arms stretching over his head.
“What a shame,” he says, clearly mouthing it at Ryo through the glass. He steps back just as the car sets into motion. He stares after it, a little furious and trying hard not to pout. He forces down the anger and fake-waves Ryo off. The car stops.
It’s so fucking hard to saunter slowly towards it when all Ueda wants is to jump inside and possibly jump Ryo too, because it’s kind of hot, this cold unapproachable person who sized Ueda up and down, licked his lips thinking Ueda didn’t see it, and then turned him down. Ryo was never really this smooth with him.
Ueda sticks his head into the car on the passenger’s side.
“How much?” Ryo asks, and Ueda fights hard not to blink. He didn’t think of a price tag.
“Depends on what you want.”
“I want you for the night,” Ryo says coldly.
“Can you afford that?” Ueda laughs, languid and feline.
Ryo reaches up to him, smearing the shadows in the corner of his eyes.
“Picking me up in a parking lot. I could do so much better.”
Ueda bites his lip. He gets into the car properly and swiftly pulls Ryo’s wallet out of the inside pocket of his jacket.
Ryo swats at him, and Ueda laughs. “I may be cheap, but I know a trick or two,” he says, pulling all of the cash but one thousand yen bill from the wallet. “My customers pay in advance,” he says.
Ryo grips the wheel. “Use the seat belt,” he says coolly, and finally he drives them out of the parking lot.
Ryo doesn’t speak until they are few blocks from his place and they actually have to stop at the red light.
“What should I call you?” Ueda asks then, and it seems to pull Ryo out of his world. He looks at Ueda, long and searching.
“Nishikido,” he finally says.
“Nishikido-sama,” Ueda fake moans. “Too long,” he whines.
“No need for the honorifics. There won’t be enough air in you for it anyway.” Ryo’s voice sends shivers down Ueda’s spine.
“What about you?” Ryo asks, and Ueda really wants to say a different name. But he figures if Ryo sticks to his surname, he will manage not to think about it later.
“Does it matter?” Ueda asks. Ryo throws him a dirty look. “Ueda,” Ueda says then, and Ryo flinches a little.
“You better not try to steal anything more,” he says as they stop by Ryo’s apartment building. Ueda fakes slight offence.
He leans next to the elevator as they wait, throwing heated glances at Ryo, running his own palms down his sides, and Ryo stays as far away from him as possible until the door closes behind them and they’re moving up. Then Ueda is trapped between the mirrored wall and Ryo again, fingers digging into his hips.
“Look at you, all that make up, just waiting to be messed up,” he whispers into Ueda’s ear, and pulls at his hair. “Hands on my cock. Now,” he continues, and Ueda obeys, knees suddenly weak because Ryo hardly ever tells him what he wants. Ueda usually knows, but it’s not the same. So Ueda sticks his hand into his pants and squeezes Ryo, already hard. Ryo’s breath is hot on Ueda’s neck while he holds Ueda in place and only moves a little into the touch. He pulls away the second the elevator stops.
Once inside his apartment, Ryo shakes out of his jacket and toes off his shoes while Ueda takes off his own. They stand there, watching each other and Ryo is breathing hard, his eyes feverish as they rake up and down Ueda’s body, his jeans open from where Ueda’s hand was in them moments ago. He licks his lips, and then his eyes catch on Ueda’s jeans, at the three metal buttons, and he snaps them open with his fingers, careful to touch Ueda as little as possible.
“Look at you, already this hard. What a slut,” Ryo murmurs, and it makes the hair on the back of Ueda’s neck stand because Ryo never talks this much during sex.
Then Ryo is pulling Ueda by his collar towards his bedroom and sitting on the edge of the bed. He keeps pulling at Ueda’s t-shirt until he kneels down between Ryo’s legs, one of his shoulders bare. Ryo bites at it, sucking and biting a deep mark into it.
“What are you waiting for?” he asks into Ueda’s neck, and Ueda’s hands are back on Ryo’s jeans, trying to pull them out of the way. Ryo only lifts a little, and the jeans and Ryo’s underwear only come down to half of his ass. Ueda realizes that’s all the access he’s getting ,and he pulls at Ryo’s cock this way, stroking it once, twice before there is a hand in his hair.
“Lick at it,” Ryo instructs, and Ueda’s breath hitches. He moves closer then leans down, tongue pushing flat into the underside of Ryo’s cock and dragging up, ever so slowly. He circles the crown and licks through the slit. That’s the last thing he does on his own, Ryo’s hand pushing his head down, and the cock slaps across his cheek before Ueda takes it into his mouth.
“That’s it,” Ryo hisses, and his hips buck up. Ueda’s hands scrape for purchase on Ryo’s thighs and Ryo allows it, thrusting up again and again, a little deeper every time, until Ueda’s nose is buried in Ryo’s skin and he can’t go any further, the zipper of Ryo’s jeans grating the skin on his chin. Ryo’s hand lets up a little, but his hips keep pushing up into Ueda’s mouth, and now Ueda’s trying hard to hold himself where Ryo wants him, the muscles between his shoulder blades aching, his jaw tense, his teeth scraping Ryo when he thrusts up a little harder. Ryo is moaning, hissing yes, yes, yes over and over again and pulling at Ueda’s short hair. Moans rip out of Ueda too, and he feels Ryo tremble beneath him, and then he is pulled off completely.
“Moaning like the whore you are. Aren’t you trying to get this done too easily?” Ryo asks, thumb dragging across Ueda’s swollen lips, eyes shining. “Up, undress and on your knees and hands,” Ryo says then, and Ueda gets up shakily, nails digging into Ryo’s thighs for leverage, making him moan.
Ueda undresses slowly, dragging the jeans down the heated skin of his thighs, stretching out when he pulls his shirt off. His boxers come off last and as he climbs up on the bed, he catches Ryo shaking off his bottoms as well and reaching over Ueda for lube and a condom. Suddenly, there is one hand in Ueda’s hair, pulling Ueda into a sharp arch, and two fingers are pressing against Ueda’s lips.
“Suck them well,” Ryo warns, and Ueda does, hungrily lapping over them, tongue running between them mockingly, then sucking them deeper, moaning around them on purpose. Ryo rubs his cock against Ueda’s ass, in the tease of what is about to come, and Ueda doesn’t think it can come fast enough, his cock heavy and pulsing, and still so untouched. Then Ryo pulls the fingers away, sighing as he kneels a bit further away from Ueda, the fingers rubbing the skin behind Ueda’s balls and up towards where Ueda wants Ryo. They push inside, just the pads of them, and Ueda yelps, because there’s not much wetness left on them. Ryo pulls back quickly and only circles the ring of muscles, before he lets go of Ueda’ hair too and pushes his face into the pillow. He twists one of Ueda’s arms back, and now there is slick lube on Ueda’s fingers and a bit of it between Ueda’s ass cheeks.
“I’m paying you, so you do this yourself,” he says, and Ueda groans at the thought. He pushes two fingers inside of himself right away, ignoring the slight burn and moving against them right away.
Ryo hisses, giving Ueda one sharp slap. “Slow down. This is a show, not a race,” he mutters then kisses the red prints his fingers left behind while Ueda’s wrist almost stills as he tries to keep himself together. Ryo keeps sucking at the skin near where Ueda’s fingers finally push deeper once more, tongue lapping around them, then down to Ueda’s balls, and Ueda is slowly losing the rest of his control. With the way he is lying, ass in the air, everything on display, most of his weight on one shoulder and so tense, he has problems pushing the third finger inside himself, and this is not enough.
“Nishikido,” he breaths and it was meant to be menacing but came out like a whine. Ryo laughs behind him, but one of his fingers joins Ueda’s, sinking deeper yet and hooking. Ueda almost convulses from the sudden pang of pleasure.
“Yes,” they both hiss at the same time, and Ryo, no Nishikido hooks his finger a bit better and presses against the same spot inside Ueda, more and more and not letting up. Ueda feels his eyes getting wet.
“Ask for it,” Ryo commands, teeth scraping up Ueda’s spine until there’s hot breath at the back of Ueda’s neck. “Ask like the pretty little slut that you are.”
“Nishikido,” Ueda whispers, pushing back against the fingers inside him, but tonight that isn’t enough. “Please,” he adds, breathless.
“Please what?” Ryo asks, smug, lips smoothing over Ueda’s damp skin.
“Please, fuck me,” Ueda mutters, and his breath is knocked out of him as Ryo pulls away from him, his own wrists swatted away, and he is turned onto his back.
“Legs up and open,” Ryo says, now breathless too, hungrily looking at Ueda, pushing his hair off his forehead, smearing the eyeliner on the bottom of Ueda’s left eye, fingers dragging across Ueda’s cheekbones and thumb pushing into his bottom lip.
“So fuckable,” Ryo gets out, pulling his hand back to put on the condom. Ueda bites his lip until it hurts, just waiting, and Ryo finally pushes in, one long deep thrust.
It’s a bit of a shock when Ryo doesn’t stop for even a second, only pulls back, all the way out and presses back in, again and again, slow, and deep and thorough. Ueda holds his knees up and spread for him until Ryo finally, finally speeds up, thrusts shallow and quicker, becoming frantic as he leans over Ueda, moaning into his neck, leaving bite marks across his collarbones. Ueda is so close, but he can’t stop watching Ryo, stuck on the way his eyes are wide open, pupils blown, face flushed, drops of sweat rolling down and underneath his t-shirt. Ueda wants to take it off, to see Ryo’s muscles moving as he snaps into him, so he drags one of his hands away, leg hooking over Ryo’s ass and nails scraping up Ryo’s back, taking the shirt with it.
“Off,” he whines. Ryo only pushes in with more strength, and suddenly Ueda’s hands are pinned in one of Ryo’s palms above his head.
“Don’t you dare scratch me,” he says. Ueda’s eyes grow bigger too, and they look at each other, Ryo picking up the pace again and Ueda now wrapping both of his legs around him. He is panting, his cock bouncing between them, needing just a bit of a drag, anything and Ryo is moving so perfect above him.
“Please, Nishikido,” Ueda moans, back strained like a bow, and Ryo comes, string of insults spilling from his lips, body shivering above Ueda’s, riding the waves of an orgasm so strong Ueda feels it all the way in his toes, the pleasure seeping out of Ryo. Ueda’s never seen him like this, Ryo’s eyes never closing, his mouth hanging open, skin burning Ueda’s at the touch, such a mess.
“Fuck,” Ueda mutters, and tries to move again, aching so much.
Ryo pulls out then, wraps up the condom and throws it into the trash by the bed.
“Jerk yourself off.” It’s an order, and Ryo towers over Ueda again and sucks on his left nipple, twisting the other between his fingers.
Ueda almost sobs, hands now free, and one wraps around his cock. He strokes, fast and slick over the head.
“Come for me,” Ryo whispers against Ueda’s lips, looking him right in the eyes, and Ueda does, streaks of white across both of their stomachs.
Only then Ryo rolls onto the bed next to him, still breathing hard and finally closing his eyes. Ueda can barely move, and he doesn’t have much to say. He cleans himself off with some tissues and when Ryo doesn’t move, he does the same for him. He falls into slumber before he even knows it.
It’s still dark when Ueda feels Ryo stirring and sitting up next to him. Ueda opens his eyes just so and he really just wants to pull Ryo down and make him go back to sleep. But instead Ryo gets up from the bed and returns with warm towel right before Ueda drifts back to sleep. He drags it across Ueda’s half closed eyes.
“What the hell, Tatsuya?” he asks, and Ueda smiles at him rather smugly.
“I must make a really good hooker,” he sighs happily. “Since you didn’t throw me out,” he adds, when Ryo only raises an eyebrow and scrubs at Ueda’s skin.
“What were you thinking? What if someone saw you?”
“So worth it,” Ueda nuzzles into Ryo’s touch on his cheek.
“I never wanted to-” he starts.
“Lies. You really wanted to. I mean, you wanted to me to do this. You should have just said so.” Ueda pokes Ryo in the ribs.
“I really didn’t.” Ryo says stubbornly, squirming away “It’s not what this is.”
Ueda laughs, sitting up too, and giving Ryo a quick kiss. “Darling, this is everything you want it to be. That’s what it is. And I’d rather dress up for you like this-especially if it gets you talking dirty again-and play it up than have you thinking of some nameless hooker when you’re with me. It was fun.”
“I didn’t do that. I never thought of you like that.”
“Well, now you can, sometimes.” Ueda says, hoping it’s the end of this conversation. It’s just too … serene-in a strange way because Ryo’s ears are red even in the dark, yet again. “Now kiss me because clearly you don’t kiss whores, and I kind of want to have your tongue in my mouth right about now.”
“You are a terrible person, Ueda Tatsuya.” Ryo pushes Ueda back into the pillow. “Why do you have to make everything so…”
“You love it,” Ueda says, when Ryo seems lost for an appropriate insult. He pulls him down and kisses him, deep and long and all kinds of right and how Ryo always kisses him when they are together, and that’s really all the tell Ueda needs.
“Thank you,” Ryo mutters against Ueda’s lips, then rolls them up into a blanket. Ueda figures Ryo is welcome. Any time.
end
A/N: Comments, edits? It's been so, so long...
Pairings/Characters: Ryo/Ueda
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 for hooker role play
Summary: Ueda finds out what's been going on right under his nose and decides to be an active part of it. Ryo cannot possibly resist.
Notes: almost pwp inspired by this. 4358 words, thank you to ayame_hadouken for a read through ♥
*I know the title is too long, but I stumbled upon it today and couldn't help it. It's apparently an unused verse from Prince's Purple Rain
There’s a certain serenity in driving home with Ryo in the passenger seat, keeping silent, watching the lights pass by and breathing slowly, fogging the glass just a little. Then maybe it’s not serenity, maybe it’s just waiting for the inevitable to happen, waiting for them to come home, drop their clothes on the way to the bedroom, or maybe to the shower, and just …
Ueda’s thoughts crush at the image of bare skin when Ryo’s palm soothes up his thigh and then closes over it, squeezes almost too much. Ueda slows down, not only to avoid a car crash but to drag out the anticipation. Serenity isn’t bad after all, he thinks. He hears Ryo heave a quicker, deeper breath and thinks how scarily in sync they got over the nights they drive to Ryo’s or Ueda’s apartment together. Ryo likes to go to Ueda’s place more, and Ueda suspects it’s just because he is too lazy to change his own sheets afterwards. Ueda is too, and sometimes, he doesn’t, the lingering scent of sex, cigarettes-Ryo there for at least a few more days before he lets it go. He’s come to expect it would be back.
Ryo’s palm opens and closes on Ueda’s thigh, feeling a little damp, and Ueda looks around properly, realizing the street around them looks a little impish, men and women both looking equally over- animated in the way they walk and try to wave down a ride. He sees one of them, skinny man with longish hair leaning against a car, bashfully counting some cash, and it clicks. In the next moment, Ueda’s head snaps to Ryo, and he sees him, almost pressed to the window, tense and oh so very much interested.
This is inevitably on route to Ueda’s apartment no matter where he’d been that night. Yet, he’s never noticed, but now he wonders if he was the only one who hasn’t. Soon enough they are turning to a much calmer and nicer street, and Ryo’s palm on Ueda’s knee stays clenched. Two more turns and the last roar of the engine, and Ueda is pressed against the door of the elevator climbing up towards his apartment, a knee between his legs, and Ryo’s erection pressing against his thigh, where there’s a clammy spot which Ryo’s hand had caused.
“I want you to suck me off,” Ryo says, and for a moment Ueda thinks he will be pushed onto his knees there in the elevator. Then the elevator halts and opens, and he is dragged into his own apartment and thrown around a little, and how did Ueda never notice? He wants to laugh, but there’s tongue down his throat, so he squeezes Ryo’s ass instead and makes sure Ryo stays the night. There’s all different kinds of fun to be had in the morning.
At 10 am, Ryo pads around Ueda’s apartment, unhappily kicking piles of clothes in Ueda’s living room and having a hard time finding a place in his still barely furnished apartment. Ueda is amused, but gets them both a glass of water before he speaks.
“So you like them easy and cheap, huh?” he says at last, and then his hardwood floor is wet where Ryo spits the water out. Ueda scrunches his nose but ignores the tiny puddle in favor of watching Ryo’s ears turn red under his messy hair.
“What did you just say?” Ryo asks, voice rough.
“I finally realized it’s not me but the scenic view that’s been so tempting about this place for you,” Ueda says nonchalantly, moving to the kitchen. Ryo stands there, as if not knowing if he should run or follow. Eventually, he slides next to Ueda and starts on the coffee. Bad choice.
“Maybe I should be offended. Do you always imagine you just picked me up on the street and took me home?”
The cup almost breaks as Ryo puts it down.
“Doesn’t it ruin your fantasy that it’s not your place you are taking me to? Or do you feel like my place is some hooker’s flat, and the mess just makes it more authentic?”
Ryo’s hands dig into the counter.
“Tell me,” Ueda leans close to whisper into Ryo’s ear then pulls back and admires the way Ryo is so wonderfully flushed to the roots of his hair and the way his mouth works without a sound. Who’s the fishlips now.
Ueda sighs dramatically and pulls bread from his cupboard. “And all this while I wondered why you keep so quiet during the sex. What would spill out if you talked?”
“It’s not like that,” Ryo huffs, turning around, but looking at his feet instead of at Ueda.
“You’re speechless, which never happens in the morning-you always complain, and you can’t even look at me, so it actually really is,” Ueda says, and he seems to really be spot on, no matter what that means. He steps closer to Ryo once more, running his foot up Ryo’s calf. “What did you imagine last night?”
“I don’t want to talk about this. Ever,” Ryo says resolutely. And that’s strange because it’s not like they never tried things together. What is it that makes Ryo so reluctant this time?
“But I want to talk about it. How you imagine that my mouth is filthy and oh so good, having had so many others forcing me on my knees just the way you did last night. Would you talk dirty to me then?”
Well that would be hot, Ueda must admit.
“This. It’s not like that. You and them. It’s different. And I never,” Ryo is clearly half hard where Ueda is lightly ghosting fingers over the front of his sweats, but he’s fighting it and so Ueda takes pity on him, dropping his hands off him and stepping back. He can’t will the smirk away though because he can hold this over Ryo for vengeance any time.
“You never what? Never had the guts to go and pay for a whore?”
Ryo’s fist hits the counter.
“I would never be so stupid. I’m not a coward. I’m just decent.” Ryo’s voice cracks.
Ueda laughs. “So imagining it while you fuck me is decent?” He eggs Ryo on.
Ryo looks at him, eyes hard and dark, cheeks still red but from more anger than embarrassment now.
“You should know better than that Tatsuya. You should know when to stop,” he says.
But Ueda can’t, strangely high on Ryo’s anger and a little of his own, because when he really, really thinks about it, then there isn’t much left from the want to keep his sheets as they are once Ryo leaves this time.
“Who would you pick? Just tell me. A girl or a boy?”
Ryo has a dangerous glint in his eyes. Ueda steps back to him, pulling at the loose collar of his own old t-shirt-long ago reassigned to Ryo.
“A man or a woman?” Ueda asks again.
Ryo pushes Ueda away, and Ueda lets him because he feels him shaking a little, and maybe he’s gone too far. And just maybe Ueda knows, deep down, that Ryo is decent, that he was raised decent and that this is far more about respect and pride and a little bit of shame than about Ueda and them.
“A man,” Ryo breathes, and he turns on his heel, grabs his jacket, and leaves without another word, his clothes from last night left lying around.
Ueda realizes he didn’t really want that. He collects his sheets and all of their clothes and throws them into his washing machine without a care for silk and jeans mixing up.
Ueda has Ryo’s jeans and shirt out of the wash and dry by mid-afternoon. He knows where Ryo’s going tonight to have dinner with Yamapi-that took just one phone call, and he’s thought about this. About how something so out of line, not only inappropriate but also unacceptable, so ruining for their line of work might be so tempting. So easy to access yet somehow such an untouchable fantasy. But now Ueda wants to make it happen for Ryo. Maybe a little for himself, so that there’s a clear cut between when it’s him and when it’s Ryo’s fantasy arching off the sheets in his own bedroom.
At least Ueda’s really good with eyeliner by now. He adds a bit of a dark shadow and he musses up his hair. For the first time in over a year, he is a little sad it isn’t longer. He’s already wearing the tightest jeans he’s found in his closet. Conveniently, they have just buttons, no zipper. He wonders how much of a slut will it make him feel in the future if he uses a really low cut t-shirt for tonight. In the end he figures he can deal. He picks one with no sleeves and pulls it askew, almost off his shoulder. God, he will need to put a jacket and a hat on, or no taxi driver will take him. He has a serious problem getting into the restaurant’s private parking lot, but eventually the manager they call recognizes him as a regular. Thank god he doesn’t remember what Ueda does for a living. He only stacks the coat and the hat into the bag when Yamapi messages him that Ryo’s leaving.
Ueda doesn’t want to know how he looks like leaning against the pillar near Ryo’s car. He only hopes Ryo comes sooner than the security guard. He knows his whole bribe went to the manager’s pocket and not his. But then Ryo’s standing in front of him, mouth hanging a little too low, face pale.
“Hey stranger,” Ueda pushes himself off the wall and tries not to flinch.
Ryo walks around him, shoulders tense and he drops the car keys. Ueda is there to pick them up. He steps closer to Ryo, pushing them into Ryo’s palm, and winks. “That’s a really nice ride you have here.”
Ryo gulps but manages to get in the car, pulling on the seat belt rather harshly and then fumbling with it. Ueda leans against the door and knocks on the window. When Ryo rolls it down, it’s a small victory.
“Come on, take me with you, handsome,” Ueda says, leaning down and giving Ryo a nice view of his cleavage.
Ryo’s lips quiver. “I’m not interested,” he says, but Ueda reaches inside the car, running a hand boldly down Ryo’s chest.
“How can I change your mind?” he asks.
Ryo starts pulling the car window up. “I won’t mind cutting your air off,” he says menacingly, and Ueda figures this is Ryo completely slipping out of the role he is supposed to play here, still mad at Ueda. He jumps back and Ryo starts the car. Ueda walks in front of it, swaying from side to side, arms stretching over his head.
“What a shame,” he says, clearly mouthing it at Ryo through the glass. He steps back just as the car sets into motion. He stares after it, a little furious and trying hard not to pout. He forces down the anger and fake-waves Ryo off. The car stops.
It’s so fucking hard to saunter slowly towards it when all Ueda wants is to jump inside and possibly jump Ryo too, because it’s kind of hot, this cold unapproachable person who sized Ueda up and down, licked his lips thinking Ueda didn’t see it, and then turned him down. Ryo was never really this smooth with him.
Ueda sticks his head into the car on the passenger’s side.
“How much?” Ryo asks, and Ueda fights hard not to blink. He didn’t think of a price tag.
“Depends on what you want.”
“I want you for the night,” Ryo says coldly.
“Can you afford that?” Ueda laughs, languid and feline.
Ryo reaches up to him, smearing the shadows in the corner of his eyes.
“Picking me up in a parking lot. I could do so much better.”
Ueda bites his lip. He gets into the car properly and swiftly pulls Ryo’s wallet out of the inside pocket of his jacket.
Ryo swats at him, and Ueda laughs. “I may be cheap, but I know a trick or two,” he says, pulling all of the cash but one thousand yen bill from the wallet. “My customers pay in advance,” he says.
Ryo grips the wheel. “Use the seat belt,” he says coolly, and finally he drives them out of the parking lot.
Ryo doesn’t speak until they are few blocks from his place and they actually have to stop at the red light.
“What should I call you?” Ueda asks then, and it seems to pull Ryo out of his world. He looks at Ueda, long and searching.
“Nishikido,” he finally says.
“Nishikido-sama,” Ueda fake moans. “Too long,” he whines.
“No need for the honorifics. There won’t be enough air in you for it anyway.” Ryo’s voice sends shivers down Ueda’s spine.
“What about you?” Ryo asks, and Ueda really wants to say a different name. But he figures if Ryo sticks to his surname, he will manage not to think about it later.
“Does it matter?” Ueda asks. Ryo throws him a dirty look. “Ueda,” Ueda says then, and Ryo flinches a little.
“You better not try to steal anything more,” he says as they stop by Ryo’s apartment building. Ueda fakes slight offence.
He leans next to the elevator as they wait, throwing heated glances at Ryo, running his own palms down his sides, and Ryo stays as far away from him as possible until the door closes behind them and they’re moving up. Then Ueda is trapped between the mirrored wall and Ryo again, fingers digging into his hips.
“Look at you, all that make up, just waiting to be messed up,” he whispers into Ueda’s ear, and pulls at his hair. “Hands on my cock. Now,” he continues, and Ueda obeys, knees suddenly weak because Ryo hardly ever tells him what he wants. Ueda usually knows, but it’s not the same. So Ueda sticks his hand into his pants and squeezes Ryo, already hard. Ryo’s breath is hot on Ueda’s neck while he holds Ueda in place and only moves a little into the touch. He pulls away the second the elevator stops.
Once inside his apartment, Ryo shakes out of his jacket and toes off his shoes while Ueda takes off his own. They stand there, watching each other and Ryo is breathing hard, his eyes feverish as they rake up and down Ueda’s body, his jeans open from where Ueda’s hand was in them moments ago. He licks his lips, and then his eyes catch on Ueda’s jeans, at the three metal buttons, and he snaps them open with his fingers, careful to touch Ueda as little as possible.
“Look at you, already this hard. What a slut,” Ryo murmurs, and it makes the hair on the back of Ueda’s neck stand because Ryo never talks this much during sex.
Then Ryo is pulling Ueda by his collar towards his bedroom and sitting on the edge of the bed. He keeps pulling at Ueda’s t-shirt until he kneels down between Ryo’s legs, one of his shoulders bare. Ryo bites at it, sucking and biting a deep mark into it.
“What are you waiting for?” he asks into Ueda’s neck, and Ueda’s hands are back on Ryo’s jeans, trying to pull them out of the way. Ryo only lifts a little, and the jeans and Ryo’s underwear only come down to half of his ass. Ueda realizes that’s all the access he’s getting ,and he pulls at Ryo’s cock this way, stroking it once, twice before there is a hand in his hair.
“Lick at it,” Ryo instructs, and Ueda’s breath hitches. He moves closer then leans down, tongue pushing flat into the underside of Ryo’s cock and dragging up, ever so slowly. He circles the crown and licks through the slit. That’s the last thing he does on his own, Ryo’s hand pushing his head down, and the cock slaps across his cheek before Ueda takes it into his mouth.
“That’s it,” Ryo hisses, and his hips buck up. Ueda’s hands scrape for purchase on Ryo’s thighs and Ryo allows it, thrusting up again and again, a little deeper every time, until Ueda’s nose is buried in Ryo’s skin and he can’t go any further, the zipper of Ryo’s jeans grating the skin on his chin. Ryo’s hand lets up a little, but his hips keep pushing up into Ueda’s mouth, and now Ueda’s trying hard to hold himself where Ryo wants him, the muscles between his shoulder blades aching, his jaw tense, his teeth scraping Ryo when he thrusts up a little harder. Ryo is moaning, hissing yes, yes, yes over and over again and pulling at Ueda’s short hair. Moans rip out of Ueda too, and he feels Ryo tremble beneath him, and then he is pulled off completely.
“Moaning like the whore you are. Aren’t you trying to get this done too easily?” Ryo asks, thumb dragging across Ueda’s swollen lips, eyes shining. “Up, undress and on your knees and hands,” Ryo says then, and Ueda gets up shakily, nails digging into Ryo’s thighs for leverage, making him moan.
Ueda undresses slowly, dragging the jeans down the heated skin of his thighs, stretching out when he pulls his shirt off. His boxers come off last and as he climbs up on the bed, he catches Ryo shaking off his bottoms as well and reaching over Ueda for lube and a condom. Suddenly, there is one hand in Ueda’s hair, pulling Ueda into a sharp arch, and two fingers are pressing against Ueda’s lips.
“Suck them well,” Ryo warns, and Ueda does, hungrily lapping over them, tongue running between them mockingly, then sucking them deeper, moaning around them on purpose. Ryo rubs his cock against Ueda’s ass, in the tease of what is about to come, and Ueda doesn’t think it can come fast enough, his cock heavy and pulsing, and still so untouched. Then Ryo pulls the fingers away, sighing as he kneels a bit further away from Ueda, the fingers rubbing the skin behind Ueda’s balls and up towards where Ueda wants Ryo. They push inside, just the pads of them, and Ueda yelps, because there’s not much wetness left on them. Ryo pulls back quickly and only circles the ring of muscles, before he lets go of Ueda’ hair too and pushes his face into the pillow. He twists one of Ueda’s arms back, and now there is slick lube on Ueda’s fingers and a bit of it between Ueda’s ass cheeks.
“I’m paying you, so you do this yourself,” he says, and Ueda groans at the thought. He pushes two fingers inside of himself right away, ignoring the slight burn and moving against them right away.
Ryo hisses, giving Ueda one sharp slap. “Slow down. This is a show, not a race,” he mutters then kisses the red prints his fingers left behind while Ueda’s wrist almost stills as he tries to keep himself together. Ryo keeps sucking at the skin near where Ueda’s fingers finally push deeper once more, tongue lapping around them, then down to Ueda’s balls, and Ueda is slowly losing the rest of his control. With the way he is lying, ass in the air, everything on display, most of his weight on one shoulder and so tense, he has problems pushing the third finger inside himself, and this is not enough.
“Nishikido,” he breaths and it was meant to be menacing but came out like a whine. Ryo laughs behind him, but one of his fingers joins Ueda’s, sinking deeper yet and hooking. Ueda almost convulses from the sudden pang of pleasure.
“Yes,” they both hiss at the same time, and Ryo, no Nishikido hooks his finger a bit better and presses against the same spot inside Ueda, more and more and not letting up. Ueda feels his eyes getting wet.
“Ask for it,” Ryo commands, teeth scraping up Ueda’s spine until there’s hot breath at the back of Ueda’s neck. “Ask like the pretty little slut that you are.”
“Nishikido,” Ueda whispers, pushing back against the fingers inside him, but tonight that isn’t enough. “Please,” he adds, breathless.
“Please what?” Ryo asks, smug, lips smoothing over Ueda’s damp skin.
“Please, fuck me,” Ueda mutters, and his breath is knocked out of him as Ryo pulls away from him, his own wrists swatted away, and he is turned onto his back.
“Legs up and open,” Ryo says, now breathless too, hungrily looking at Ueda, pushing his hair off his forehead, smearing the eyeliner on the bottom of Ueda’s left eye, fingers dragging across Ueda’s cheekbones and thumb pushing into his bottom lip.
“So fuckable,” Ryo gets out, pulling his hand back to put on the condom. Ueda bites his lip until it hurts, just waiting, and Ryo finally pushes in, one long deep thrust.
It’s a bit of a shock when Ryo doesn’t stop for even a second, only pulls back, all the way out and presses back in, again and again, slow, and deep and thorough. Ueda holds his knees up and spread for him until Ryo finally, finally speeds up, thrusts shallow and quicker, becoming frantic as he leans over Ueda, moaning into his neck, leaving bite marks across his collarbones. Ueda is so close, but he can’t stop watching Ryo, stuck on the way his eyes are wide open, pupils blown, face flushed, drops of sweat rolling down and underneath his t-shirt. Ueda wants to take it off, to see Ryo’s muscles moving as he snaps into him, so he drags one of his hands away, leg hooking over Ryo’s ass and nails scraping up Ryo’s back, taking the shirt with it.
“Off,” he whines. Ryo only pushes in with more strength, and suddenly Ueda’s hands are pinned in one of Ryo’s palms above his head.
“Don’t you dare scratch me,” he says. Ueda’s eyes grow bigger too, and they look at each other, Ryo picking up the pace again and Ueda now wrapping both of his legs around him. He is panting, his cock bouncing between them, needing just a bit of a drag, anything and Ryo is moving so perfect above him.
“Please, Nishikido,” Ueda moans, back strained like a bow, and Ryo comes, string of insults spilling from his lips, body shivering above Ueda’s, riding the waves of an orgasm so strong Ueda feels it all the way in his toes, the pleasure seeping out of Ryo. Ueda’s never seen him like this, Ryo’s eyes never closing, his mouth hanging open, skin burning Ueda’s at the touch, such a mess.
“Fuck,” Ueda mutters, and tries to move again, aching so much.
Ryo pulls out then, wraps up the condom and throws it into the trash by the bed.
“Jerk yourself off.” It’s an order, and Ryo towers over Ueda again and sucks on his left nipple, twisting the other between his fingers.
Ueda almost sobs, hands now free, and one wraps around his cock. He strokes, fast and slick over the head.
“Come for me,” Ryo whispers against Ueda’s lips, looking him right in the eyes, and Ueda does, streaks of white across both of their stomachs.
Only then Ryo rolls onto the bed next to him, still breathing hard and finally closing his eyes. Ueda can barely move, and he doesn’t have much to say. He cleans himself off with some tissues and when Ryo doesn’t move, he does the same for him. He falls into slumber before he even knows it.
It’s still dark when Ueda feels Ryo stirring and sitting up next to him. Ueda opens his eyes just so and he really just wants to pull Ryo down and make him go back to sleep. But instead Ryo gets up from the bed and returns with warm towel right before Ueda drifts back to sleep. He drags it across Ueda’s half closed eyes.
“What the hell, Tatsuya?” he asks, and Ueda smiles at him rather smugly.
“I must make a really good hooker,” he sighs happily. “Since you didn’t throw me out,” he adds, when Ryo only raises an eyebrow and scrubs at Ueda’s skin.
“What were you thinking? What if someone saw you?”
“So worth it,” Ueda nuzzles into Ryo’s touch on his cheek.
“I never wanted to-” he starts.
“Lies. You really wanted to. I mean, you wanted to me to do this. You should have just said so.” Ueda pokes Ryo in the ribs.
“I really didn’t.” Ryo says stubbornly, squirming away “It’s not what this is.”
Ueda laughs, sitting up too, and giving Ryo a quick kiss. “Darling, this is everything you want it to be. That’s what it is. And I’d rather dress up for you like this-especially if it gets you talking dirty again-and play it up than have you thinking of some nameless hooker when you’re with me. It was fun.”
“I didn’t do that. I never thought of you like that.”
“Well, now you can, sometimes.” Ueda says, hoping it’s the end of this conversation. It’s just too … serene-in a strange way because Ryo’s ears are red even in the dark, yet again. “Now kiss me because clearly you don’t kiss whores, and I kind of want to have your tongue in my mouth right about now.”
“You are a terrible person, Ueda Tatsuya.” Ryo pushes Ueda back into the pillow. “Why do you have to make everything so…”
“You love it,” Ueda says, when Ryo seems lost for an appropriate insult. He pulls him down and kisses him, deep and long and all kinds of right and how Ryo always kisses him when they are together, and that’s really all the tell Ueda needs.
“Thank you,” Ryo mutters against Ueda’s lips, then rolls them up into a blanket. Ueda figures Ryo is welcome. Any time.
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A/N: Comments, edits? It's been so, so long...