RP Log, Oishi and Ryoma
Date: Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Characters: Oishi, Ryoma
Rating: PG13
Summary:
Fish.
LOVE.
Pizza.
Jealousy.
and ... Oishi wants a WHAT ?
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Ryoma had been nervous all day. Oishi's off mood had worried him, and their conversation in the journals had him on edge. There was any number of things that could've caused this. But he was glad that Oishi wanted to tell him. So, not wanting to wait any longer than he had to, he finished his work and left his cubicle a little early, getting to the older man's at exactly 5. He knocked softly on the wall of the cube. "Hey," he said softly, not wanting to startle Oishi.
Oishi had been simultaneously looking forward to and nervous about the night's conversation. He took a deep breath when he heard Ryoma's knock, and turned around. His eyes went soft. "Hey," he said. "Give me a moment." He shut down his computer and put on his suit jacket -- the nicely fitted one that Oshitari had helped him pick out. And slung his bag over his shoulder. Nerves, attacking his stomach. He smiled at the younger man with worry lurking in the back of his eyes. "Shall we?"
Ryoma noticed the worry that dulled the color of Oishi's gorgeous green eyes. It...scared him a little. He tried not to let it show, though, because he didn't want to make the situation more tense than it already was. He gave Oishi a nod in response to the question and, on impulse, took Oishi's hand in his as they walked. Touch was comforting, sometimes. Ryoma hoped this was one of them.
Oishi felt his heart race a little as the other man took his hand. Ahhh...how did he feel about Ryoma? ...And how did Ryoma feel about him? Oishi hated the thought that he might be killing what they had...worried about it, because it...felt so good. He squeezed Ryoma's hand in his, silent, simply enjoying the feeling of the other man. Oishi didn't feel very talkative, but forced himself a little. As they walked down the street toward his apartment, he turned to Ryoma with a slight smile. "How'd your day go?"
Ryoma squeezed back gently. How'd his day go? A little crazy. He'd been distracted from his work by his nervousness about the talk they were going to have. But he wasn't going to tell Oishi that. The man worried enough as it was; Ryoma didn't want to give him a reason to worry more than he already did. "Same as always. Lots of coding, debugging, things like that." He tried to think of anything else he could say... "Oh! I drank nothing but water all day," he told Oishi, smiling. He'd tried to drink some Ponta, but the carbonation didn't mix well with a nervous stomach.
Oishi's grin was completely delighted. He felt his heart leap a little -- another day added to Ryoma's life! He wrapped an arm around Ryoma's shoulder and pulled him close. And then, without stopping to think about the fact that they were on a street in daylight in a reasonably conservative city, stopped and pulled Ryoma into his arms and leaned down to give him a long, soft kiss. "Thanks," Oishi said, smiling down at Ryoma. "You know how to make me feel better." ...Another small bit of panic washed through his eyes. No, he really didn't want to push Ryoma away.
Ryoma smiled, seeing Oishi grin like that. He laughed a little to himself as he returned the kiss, happily surprised that Oishi didn't seem worried about the fact that they were in broad daylight. He wrapped his arms around Oishi and held him for a moment, just enjoying the contact. One of the things that had flown through his mind was that Oishi might be wanting to end their relationship... But this display of affection made that seem far less likely. "If that's the reaction I get for each Ponta-free day, I think I might just quit the stuff completely." He laughed a little, but he was half-joking. Maybe he'd just cut back.
Oishi pinched Ryoma's nose, giving him a small, affectionate glare. "Don't get my hopes up. I know you." He grinned. Being with Ryoma was making him forget...ahh. He gripped his hand and turned, pulling them a little more swiftly toward his apartment. They got there without much more talk. Oishi unlocked the door, but didn't turn the light on -- the only light in his simple, traditional apartment came from the fishtank set against one wall, in the place where the flower arrangement usually sat. It was a gigantic tank, and fifteen happy, well-cared-for fish of various sorts floated around in it, amid the pourous coral rocks set into the gravel. "Please be welcome," Oishi said softly, stepping back to allow Ryoma in.
Ryoma stepped in and toed off his shoes, leaving them in the doorway. He tried to look around, using the fairly bright light from the fishtank. Ahh... the infamous fish. Curious as always, he stepped softly towards the tank, watching the fish as they swam. He grinned a little. "They're gorgeous fish," he said softly, watching the one he was pretty sure was Oshitari-fish as it pursued one that had a strange resemblance to Sengoku. "Am I in there somewhere?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder at Oishi.
Oishi's face flushed a little. He stepped behind Ryoma and put his hands on the other man's shoulders, leaned his chin to rest on top of Ryoma's head. "I'd hoped that maybe, if you want to, we could shop for Ryoma fish together?" His voice was shy.
Ryoma grinned. "I'd like that," he replied, placing his hands on top of Oishi's and pulling the other man's arms around him.
Oishi smiled, pulling Ryoma close. Ahhh...he was still stressed out. "I'll make some tea. I thought maybe we could order a delivery...I've never had pizza. Maybe we could try it?"
Ryoma turned his head, looking at Oishi in disbelief. "You've never had pizza? ...That sounds so.......wrong." He laughed. "Then again, I used to have it a lot when I lived in America. Haven't really had it since, so that sounds good." He placed a soft kiss to Oishi's cheek.
Oishi gave Ryoma a long, soft look, running his palm down the other man's cheek. Then he picked up the pizza delivery flyer and frowned, staring at it blankly. "What is 'anchovie'?" He handed the flyer to Ryoma, and put on some hot water for tea. He'd gotten chai, after noticing a few packets of it around Ryoma's desk.
Ryoma made a face. "All you really need to know is that it's gross. You wouldn't wanna eat it anyway. An anchovy is a little fish." He imagined Oishi getting a mental picture of his precious fishes on top of a pizza and freaking out. Yeah. No anchovies for the fish lover. Ryoma looked over the flier. "If you've never had pizza before, you might want to just get cheese, and work up from that," he suggested.
Oishi laughed and nodded, handing Ryoma the phone. "I leave dinner in your hands." He turned off the stove and poured the hot water over the chai grounds. Hm. It smelled good, aromatic. Oishi realized he was putting off what he wanted to talk about, but hanging out with Ryoma was just too...good to ruin. He'd wait until the pizza arrived.
Ryoma called the pizza place on the flier. He'd paid enough attention on the walk there to know Oishi's address, so he gave it to the person on the other end when they asked. He didn't know Oishi's phone number, though, so he gave them his own cell number. He ordered them a medium cheese pizza, figuring that should be big enough for just two people. He hung up once the order was finished. "They said it'll take about half an hour before it's here. Must be busy tonight."
Oishi nodded. He poured the two cups of chai and flipped on the floor lamp. his apartment didn't have a couch, but he pulled out some comfy sitting pillows and put them near the low, traditional table. The table sat by a window with a modest view of the street below, showing the city awash in a bit of cool rain. "Ah -- it's started to rain. I love sitting here and watching the rain." Oishi pushed a cup over to Ryoma and met his eyes with another soft, and slightly worried, smile.
Ryoma pushed the sitting pillow so it was flush with Oishi's, then sat beside him...cross-legged. He'd spent too much time in America to be comfortable with sitting in seiza for long. He smiled up at Oishi, then leaned against him. Okay, fine. He got clingy when nervous, especially when whatever made him like that involved other people. He wrapped his hands around the teacup and lifted it, breathing in the scent before tasting it. "Mmmmmmmmmm...."
Ahh, that little purr...so incredibly cute. Oishi glanced down and wrapped his arms around Ryoma, wiggling them so that Ryoma was sitting between his legs, cradled against Oishi's chest. He smiled, looking out at the rain, suddenly feeling awash with happiness. "...Ryoma." Oishi leaned forward and kissed Ryoma's neck. "I think I love you."
Ryoma snuggled back against Oishi, enjoying the warmth of the other man's body against his. And then Oishi's words hit his ears. He blinked. And blinked. And blinked. Then blushed, and smiled. He wiggled himself around a little, leaning his side against Oishi's chest, looked up at him and smiled more. "Good." He held Oishi's eyes with his own. "Because I think I love you back," he finished softly, still smiling.
Oishi felt like his heart was filling. He leaned down to kiss the man that he loved...And that was when the pizza delivery man came, the doorbell ringing like a klaxon. Oishi leaned in to kiss Ryoma anyway. Let the doorbell ring, for a moment...this was more important. That kiss was so sweet...
Ryoma kissed back, putting all his feelings for Oishi into it. He was a little amused at how blatantly they were ignoring the doorbell. He kept the kiss going until the bell sounded a second time, then pulled away reluctantly. "If the pizza guys in Japan are anything like the ones in America, they leave after the third ring," he said softly, grinning with amusement.
Oishi jumped up. Well, part one of the night's conversation had gone well... he couldn't erase the blush from his cheeks as he paid the pizza man and brought it inside. He got a few plates and put a few slices on them, carrying them over to the table. Then he got back behind Ryoma, a human armchair. "Eat," Oishi said softly. "I'm not quite hungry yet."
Ryoma kissed him again. "Just don't let it get cold," he advised softly. Cold pizza...ew. He picked up a slice and bit into it, chewing slowly. "Mmm..." It was actually pretty good. Ryoma had worried a little that maybe Japanese people didn't know how to make pizza properly. He let himself lean against Oishi as he ate, trying to push back any nervousness he still had. Somehow, it didn't feel like a love confession was all Oishi had on his mind tonight.
"Ryoma," Oishi said softly, clearing his voice to rid it of nervousness. "I had lunch with Sakurako last week. We...we talked a lot about...something that's been on her mind."
Ryoma blinked, looking up at Oishi and tilting his head curiously. His ex-wife, huh? "Oh?" Something in Oishi's voice told Ryoma that whatever it was they talked about was what had been bothering the older man. He resisted the urge to bite his lip and just listened.
Oishi dropped his head to Ryoma's shoulder. Took a breath. "She wants to have a child...She wants to have a child with me. Says she wouldn't be able to trust anyone else, and she's not getting any younger." Oishi hesitated.
Ryoma blinked, his eyebrows raised. A kid? .............wow. No wonder Oishi had been stressed out. He set what was left of his pizza slice back on the plate. "What do you want?" he asked, trying to read Oishi's face.
Oishi felt bleak. Ah, here was the crux of it. He took Ryoma's hand in his, wrapped their fingers together. "I don't want to give you up," he whispered. "But I also want...I want a child."
Ryoma nodded. It made sense...Oishi was a very...paternal guy. He'd probably make a really good father...if perhaps a bit overprotective sometimes. The more he thought about it, the more Oishi's reason for telling him stood out. If Ryoma stayed with him, and Oishi went through with it and helped his ex-wife get a kid......That would essentially put Ryoma in the role of a stepparent...or something. And that...was no small thing.
"...The timing of this is horrible," Oishi said, staring down at their interlaced hands. "...I have no idea how to...how to ask you to keep me in your life when...my own is going to change so much. I...wondered if I could ask that favor of you -- to take it a day at a time. To be with me each day, but on your own terms. I -- don't have to be your boyfriend right now, if you don't want me to. But I want to ask that we keep being together until something changes. And then we can talk again." Oishi shot him a glance that was entirely hopeful.
Ryoma shifted around so he faced Oishi. He took a deep breath, trying to sort all his thoughts out, then looked straight at the older man as he spoke. "Whether you help her out with this or not is something I can't choose for you." Being the kind of guy Oishi was, though, Ryoma was willing to bet he'd agree to do it. "But I don't plan on going anywhere. I... The way I feel about you can't compare to anything I've ever felt before. We've only known each other...what, maybe a month or so now? And already I can tell you that I love you and mean it. I feel perfectly comfortable with you, around you, like nothing I've ever experienced." He breathed. "It's because of that that I'm not just going to let this end without fighting for it."
Oishi stared at Ryoma. ...Kept staring, even though his eyes were tearing up. He took a deep breath. Opened his mouth to say something, and then shut it again. He gripped Ryoma by the shoulders and pushed him over, onto his back on the pillows. And then covered Ryoma with his body, arms braced on either side of the other man. The most complete hug that he could think of...and then Oishi bent and kissed Ryoma again, with all his heart, wondering how he'd gotten so lucky as to meet his true love...
Ryoma let out a small surprised "oof" as he was pushed over. He didn't have much time to say or do anything before Oishi was kissing him. He wrapped his arms around the other's shoulders and kissed back, putting just as much feeling into it. And he had it again, that feeling of...right-ness that existed between him and Oishi, the thing that made him want to fight harder for their still-growing relationship than he'd ever wanted to fight before. He knew, somehow, that it would be worth the fight.
Oishi broke the kiss and grinned. "I guess...it'll be the turkey baster for Sakurako, ne?" Oishi blushed a little. "I'm guessing you won't want to share me like that."
Ryoma snickered. Turkey baster... He nodded. "But maybe not for the reason you think. You...never really enjoyed the sex with her, right? Well...I just don't want you to do something you won't enjoy. Sex should be fun. You shouldn't have to imagine someone else in order to get it up."
Oishi blushed again. "You know, I was going to imagine our...our first...time."
Ryoma blushed and shook his head. "Next time you have sex, it's gonna be with someone who knows what they're doing," he grinned a little.
Oishi shut his eyes, dropping his forehead to Ryoma's chest. He felt almost dizzy -- with relief, with love. With the knowledge that maybe, he could have everything he desired. "I think I want a son," he whispered, into Ryoma's chest. "I'd teach him to be a geek, just like you and me."
Ryoma chuckled, running his fingers through Oishi's hair. "And he wouldn't have to feel any kind of pressure about whether he's gay or straight. We'd teach him to just be who he is, and to ignore anyone who didn't like it."
We. Oishi heard that and felt a shiver go through his body. His grin against the Ryoma's chest was enormous... "I'll call Sakurako tomorrow and tell her that it's a go." He brought Ryoma's hand up to his mouth and kissed it. And then down to his heart, cradling it in..."Ahhhhh...Ryoma. I...I love...you."
Ryoma smiled. "I love you too, Shuu," he said softly, free hand caressing Oishi's cheek. It felt...so right to say that. He leaned up and kissed Oishi again, just because he could.
"I'm not sure what I was going to do if you ran," Oishi said soberly, after the kiss. Hm, was Ryoma going to be squished? He rolled over to one side, curling himself around Ryoma.
Ryoma wiggled a little, snuggling himself against Oishi and purring softly. "There's...technically still the chance that I might. I mean...I've never dated a guy with a kid before, and I'm not sure how I'd do as any kind of parental figure. But...I'm not going to just run and not even try. Not when I'd lose so much if I did."
Oishi kissed Ryoma's cheek. "I have no idea what it's going to be like either," he said softly. "It's a big thing to bring life into the world, and own it forever. But I'm so glad that YOU are in the world; maybe I'll be just as glad about my son. Or daughter..."
Ryoma smiled. "You'll make a great father. I have no doubts about that. It's me I'm worried about," he chuckled, sticking his tongue out a little.
Oishi laughed. "My child is going to be lucky to know you," he said softly. His stomach growled...Oh, right. He sat up and looked at the pizza. "It's a little cold," he apologized. "We should eat it before it turns to ice."
"If you've got a cookie-sheet I can heat it back up," he offered. Some foods you can microwave. Pizza's not one of them.
Oishi nodded, pulled Ryoma to his feet. Followed him into the kitchen holding the pizza, and then got out the cookie sheet. He handed it over to Ryoma and felt natural, almost like they'd done it a thousand times..."Oh. So this means I don't have to slay Kaidoh-san in a fit of jealousy?" Oishi asked, grinning.
Ryoma turned on the oven and placed the pizza on the cookie sheet as he waited for it to heat up. When the oven buzzed to say it was hot, he stuck the sheet in and closed the oven door. "Please don't kill my roommate. I can't afford that place on my own," he mock-whined. "And what do you mean, jealousy?" He leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, and a playfully accusing look on his face.
Oishi stood next to him at the counter, looking down. He inched his arm behind Ryoma. "You're moving in with a handsome, fit young man who is about your age. What did you THINK I would feel?" Oishi asked, blushing. "You two have more in common than you and I. I was...I admit I got insecure."
Ryoma laughed. "Age has little to do with anything. And while Kaidoh's nice and all...he's not really my type." He leaned against Oishi, waiting for the pizza to reheat.
Oishi laughed a little, and leaned to kiss Ryoma again. "I can't believe how relieved I am that I haven't lost you (yet). And I'm so glad Kaidoh isn't your type..." And... He leaned to whisper into Ryoma's ear. "And I can't wait to have sex with you." There. That was confessed as well.
"Nnn....don't tell me that," Ryoma groaned, turning to check the pizza. "Got a hot mitt so we can take this out?" he asked. "Looks like it's ready."
Oishi got a potholder out of a cabinet and gave it to Ryoma. "You don't want to hear how much I look forward to learning from you?" He said softly, and traced the outline of Ryoma's rear with his hand.
Ryoma purred, biting his lip and making sure not to wiggle against Oishi's hand. "I've been behaving myself......Saturday I was really close to doing things that could've very easily led to sex," he confessed, using the potholder to pull the cookie sheet out of the oven.
Oishi nodded. "It might as well have been," Oishi said softly. "I felt that close to you."
Ryoma blushed a little. Damn. Why did he never have his hat when he wanted it? He set the sheet on top of the stove, then moved the slices onto plates and handed one to Oishi. "It felt more intimate than some sex I've had," he chuckled.
"...Ryoma," he said, his expression heated. "We'd better eat this...pizza. Before it gets cold again." Oishi moved a safe distance around the counter, leaned over it, and took a bite. Hmmm...this wasn't bad.
Ryoma laughed and started eating. He was still amazed, though, at how comfortable he felt around the older man. Even here, walking around Oishi's home, he felt almost like he belonged there. He didn't feel like a guest, even though he was. He smiled a little. This is what a relationship was supposed to feel like.
Oishi smiled a little around the piece of pizza. There was one more question... "Heh. ...Ryoma. I'm not sure if this is dinnertime conversation. But there's one technical element to my part in making the child...and...I'd...love it if you'd help." He grinned, his cheeks entirely red now. "It would be like you were taking part."
Ryoma would've choked, if he hadn't already swallowed his mouthful. He turned bright red at the thought. That...could be really weird. But...he kinda liked the idea. He nodded. "I'd be honored." It'd probably be the closest thing he ever did to bringing a kid into the world, after all.
Oishi ran to get a Ponta from the fridge, popped it open and handed it to Ryoma. "Are you okay?" Oishi used the opportunity to cuddle, patting Ryoma's back. "Heh, I guess I did spring that on you suddenly. But. If HOW you make a child matters, I'd want it to be...a good experience, and not just..." he blushed again, laughing. "Me and my hand."
Ryoma laughed. "I'm fine, I'm fine," he assured him, taking a drink of the Ponta. And then realizing that Oishi...had Ponta in his fridge. "It should be a good experience," he commented, letting himself lean against Oishi. "...and since when do you have Ponta in your fridge?" he grinned.
Oishi dropped his head to the counter again. "Discovered!" He groaned. "Now you know I was planning all this time to lure you back here for evil Ponta-drinking purposes." Oishi turned toward Ryoma, pushing up imaginary glasses. "I was planning to study the effects of Ponta drinking on naked young men," he said, invisible glasses gleaming.
Ryoma laughed. "You'd have to get me naked first," he grinned, taking another drink of the ponta. He was really glad to see Oishi back to normal.
Oishi stared at Ryoma, his usually soft eyes going a little predatory. "You'd better finish your pizza, then," he said, and had to yank his eyes from where they were travelling, somewhere south of Ryoma's face. Really, he was becoming such a sex fiend.
Ryoma grinned and finished his pizza, then turned to bodily face Oishi. That look in the other man's eyes sent shivers down his spine. He returned the heated look with one of his own.
Oishi waited until Ryoma was done. Then he walked close and picked up the Ponta, filling his mouth with it. ...Hm. Sweet and strangely grape-tasting. He leaned down and touched his lips to Ryoma's, and then pressed them closer, sharing the sweet liquid. That was the closest to drinking Ponta that he'd probably ever get.
Ryoma pressed himself into the kiss, drinking the Ponta from Oishi's mouth. Mmmmm... He wrapped his arms up around the other's neck, keeping the kiss even when the Ponta was gone.
Oishi wrapped his arms around Ryoma, holding him close, body to body, as he kissed. It was a hungry kiss, but at the bottom of it was a feeling of gratefulness...and relief...and a whole new feeling of connection. He'd hit Ryoma with something hard to swallow, and the other man had turned it around into something lovely. Oishi broke the kiss and nuzzled his forehead against Ryoma's, hands softly feeling Ryoma's hair, his back, over his bottom, all over him, as though Oishi was outlining his body with love.
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[ooc: And guess what they do next? But it was far too sweet and private to share... ;) ]
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Characters: Oishi, Ryoma
Rating: PG13
Summary:
Fish.
LOVE.
Pizza.
Jealousy.
and ... Oishi wants a WHAT ?
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Ryoma had been nervous all day. Oishi's off mood had worried him, and their conversation in the journals had him on edge. There was any number of things that could've caused this. But he was glad that Oishi wanted to tell him. So, not wanting to wait any longer than he had to, he finished his work and left his cubicle a little early, getting to the older man's at exactly 5. He knocked softly on the wall of the cube. "Hey," he said softly, not wanting to startle Oishi.
Oishi had been simultaneously looking forward to and nervous about the night's conversation. He took a deep breath when he heard Ryoma's knock, and turned around. His eyes went soft. "Hey," he said. "Give me a moment." He shut down his computer and put on his suit jacket -- the nicely fitted one that Oshitari had helped him pick out. And slung his bag over his shoulder. Nerves, attacking his stomach. He smiled at the younger man with worry lurking in the back of his eyes. "Shall we?"
Ryoma noticed the worry that dulled the color of Oishi's gorgeous green eyes. It...scared him a little. He tried not to let it show, though, because he didn't want to make the situation more tense than it already was. He gave Oishi a nod in response to the question and, on impulse, took Oishi's hand in his as they walked. Touch was comforting, sometimes. Ryoma hoped this was one of them.
Oishi felt his heart race a little as the other man took his hand. Ahhh...how did he feel about Ryoma? ...And how did Ryoma feel about him? Oishi hated the thought that he might be killing what they had...worried about it, because it...felt so good. He squeezed Ryoma's hand in his, silent, simply enjoying the feeling of the other man. Oishi didn't feel very talkative, but forced himself a little. As they walked down the street toward his apartment, he turned to Ryoma with a slight smile. "How'd your day go?"
Ryoma squeezed back gently. How'd his day go? A little crazy. He'd been distracted from his work by his nervousness about the talk they were going to have. But he wasn't going to tell Oishi that. The man worried enough as it was; Ryoma didn't want to give him a reason to worry more than he already did. "Same as always. Lots of coding, debugging, things like that." He tried to think of anything else he could say... "Oh! I drank nothing but water all day," he told Oishi, smiling. He'd tried to drink some Ponta, but the carbonation didn't mix well with a nervous stomach.
Oishi's grin was completely delighted. He felt his heart leap a little -- another day added to Ryoma's life! He wrapped an arm around Ryoma's shoulder and pulled him close. And then, without stopping to think about the fact that they were on a street in daylight in a reasonably conservative city, stopped and pulled Ryoma into his arms and leaned down to give him a long, soft kiss. "Thanks," Oishi said, smiling down at Ryoma. "You know how to make me feel better." ...Another small bit of panic washed through his eyes. No, he really didn't want to push Ryoma away.
Ryoma smiled, seeing Oishi grin like that. He laughed a little to himself as he returned the kiss, happily surprised that Oishi didn't seem worried about the fact that they were in broad daylight. He wrapped his arms around Oishi and held him for a moment, just enjoying the contact. One of the things that had flown through his mind was that Oishi might be wanting to end their relationship... But this display of affection made that seem far less likely. "If that's the reaction I get for each Ponta-free day, I think I might just quit the stuff completely." He laughed a little, but he was half-joking. Maybe he'd just cut back.
Oishi pinched Ryoma's nose, giving him a small, affectionate glare. "Don't get my hopes up. I know you." He grinned. Being with Ryoma was making him forget...ahh. He gripped his hand and turned, pulling them a little more swiftly toward his apartment. They got there without much more talk. Oishi unlocked the door, but didn't turn the light on -- the only light in his simple, traditional apartment came from the fishtank set against one wall, in the place where the flower arrangement usually sat. It was a gigantic tank, and fifteen happy, well-cared-for fish of various sorts floated around in it, amid the pourous coral rocks set into the gravel. "Please be welcome," Oishi said softly, stepping back to allow Ryoma in.
Ryoma stepped in and toed off his shoes, leaving them in the doorway. He tried to look around, using the fairly bright light from the fishtank. Ahh... the infamous fish. Curious as always, he stepped softly towards the tank, watching the fish as they swam. He grinned a little. "They're gorgeous fish," he said softly, watching the one he was pretty sure was Oshitari-fish as it pursued one that had a strange resemblance to Sengoku. "Am I in there somewhere?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder at Oishi.
Oishi's face flushed a little. He stepped behind Ryoma and put his hands on the other man's shoulders, leaned his chin to rest on top of Ryoma's head. "I'd hoped that maybe, if you want to, we could shop for Ryoma fish together?" His voice was shy.
Ryoma grinned. "I'd like that," he replied, placing his hands on top of Oishi's and pulling the other man's arms around him.
Oishi smiled, pulling Ryoma close. Ahhh...he was still stressed out. "I'll make some tea. I thought maybe we could order a delivery...I've never had pizza. Maybe we could try it?"
Ryoma turned his head, looking at Oishi in disbelief. "You've never had pizza? ...That sounds so.......wrong." He laughed. "Then again, I used to have it a lot when I lived in America. Haven't really had it since, so that sounds good." He placed a soft kiss to Oishi's cheek.
Oishi gave Ryoma a long, soft look, running his palm down the other man's cheek. Then he picked up the pizza delivery flyer and frowned, staring at it blankly. "What is 'anchovie'?" He handed the flyer to Ryoma, and put on some hot water for tea. He'd gotten chai, after noticing a few packets of it around Ryoma's desk.
Ryoma made a face. "All you really need to know is that it's gross. You wouldn't wanna eat it anyway. An anchovy is a little fish." He imagined Oishi getting a mental picture of his precious fishes on top of a pizza and freaking out. Yeah. No anchovies for the fish lover. Ryoma looked over the flier. "If you've never had pizza before, you might want to just get cheese, and work up from that," he suggested.
Oishi laughed and nodded, handing Ryoma the phone. "I leave dinner in your hands." He turned off the stove and poured the hot water over the chai grounds. Hm. It smelled good, aromatic. Oishi realized he was putting off what he wanted to talk about, but hanging out with Ryoma was just too...good to ruin. He'd wait until the pizza arrived.
Ryoma called the pizza place on the flier. He'd paid enough attention on the walk there to know Oishi's address, so he gave it to the person on the other end when they asked. He didn't know Oishi's phone number, though, so he gave them his own cell number. He ordered them a medium cheese pizza, figuring that should be big enough for just two people. He hung up once the order was finished. "They said it'll take about half an hour before it's here. Must be busy tonight."
Oishi nodded. He poured the two cups of chai and flipped on the floor lamp. his apartment didn't have a couch, but he pulled out some comfy sitting pillows and put them near the low, traditional table. The table sat by a window with a modest view of the street below, showing the city awash in a bit of cool rain. "Ah -- it's started to rain. I love sitting here and watching the rain." Oishi pushed a cup over to Ryoma and met his eyes with another soft, and slightly worried, smile.
Ryoma pushed the sitting pillow so it was flush with Oishi's, then sat beside him...cross-legged. He'd spent too much time in America to be comfortable with sitting in seiza for long. He smiled up at Oishi, then leaned against him. Okay, fine. He got clingy when nervous, especially when whatever made him like that involved other people. He wrapped his hands around the teacup and lifted it, breathing in the scent before tasting it. "Mmmmmmmmmm...."
Ahh, that little purr...so incredibly cute. Oishi glanced down and wrapped his arms around Ryoma, wiggling them so that Ryoma was sitting between his legs, cradled against Oishi's chest. He smiled, looking out at the rain, suddenly feeling awash with happiness. "...Ryoma." Oishi leaned forward and kissed Ryoma's neck. "I think I love you."
Ryoma snuggled back against Oishi, enjoying the warmth of the other man's body against his. And then Oishi's words hit his ears. He blinked. And blinked. And blinked. Then blushed, and smiled. He wiggled himself around a little, leaning his side against Oishi's chest, looked up at him and smiled more. "Good." He held Oishi's eyes with his own. "Because I think I love you back," he finished softly, still smiling.
Oishi felt like his heart was filling. He leaned down to kiss the man that he loved...And that was when the pizza delivery man came, the doorbell ringing like a klaxon. Oishi leaned in to kiss Ryoma anyway. Let the doorbell ring, for a moment...this was more important. That kiss was so sweet...
Ryoma kissed back, putting all his feelings for Oishi into it. He was a little amused at how blatantly they were ignoring the doorbell. He kept the kiss going until the bell sounded a second time, then pulled away reluctantly. "If the pizza guys in Japan are anything like the ones in America, they leave after the third ring," he said softly, grinning with amusement.
Oishi jumped up. Well, part one of the night's conversation had gone well... he couldn't erase the blush from his cheeks as he paid the pizza man and brought it inside. He got a few plates and put a few slices on them, carrying them over to the table. Then he got back behind Ryoma, a human armchair. "Eat," Oishi said softly. "I'm not quite hungry yet."
Ryoma kissed him again. "Just don't let it get cold," he advised softly. Cold pizza...ew. He picked up a slice and bit into it, chewing slowly. "Mmm..." It was actually pretty good. Ryoma had worried a little that maybe Japanese people didn't know how to make pizza properly. He let himself lean against Oishi as he ate, trying to push back any nervousness he still had. Somehow, it didn't feel like a love confession was all Oishi had on his mind tonight.
"Ryoma," Oishi said softly, clearing his voice to rid it of nervousness. "I had lunch with Sakurako last week. We...we talked a lot about...something that's been on her mind."
Ryoma blinked, looking up at Oishi and tilting his head curiously. His ex-wife, huh? "Oh?" Something in Oishi's voice told Ryoma that whatever it was they talked about was what had been bothering the older man. He resisted the urge to bite his lip and just listened.
Oishi dropped his head to Ryoma's shoulder. Took a breath. "She wants to have a child...She wants to have a child with me. Says she wouldn't be able to trust anyone else, and she's not getting any younger." Oishi hesitated.
Ryoma blinked, his eyebrows raised. A kid? .............wow. No wonder Oishi had been stressed out. He set what was left of his pizza slice back on the plate. "What do you want?" he asked, trying to read Oishi's face.
Oishi felt bleak. Ah, here was the crux of it. He took Ryoma's hand in his, wrapped their fingers together. "I don't want to give you up," he whispered. "But I also want...I want a child."
Ryoma nodded. It made sense...Oishi was a very...paternal guy. He'd probably make a really good father...if perhaps a bit overprotective sometimes. The more he thought about it, the more Oishi's reason for telling him stood out. If Ryoma stayed with him, and Oishi went through with it and helped his ex-wife get a kid......That would essentially put Ryoma in the role of a stepparent...or something. And that...was no small thing.
"...The timing of this is horrible," Oishi said, staring down at their interlaced hands. "...I have no idea how to...how to ask you to keep me in your life when...my own is going to change so much. I...wondered if I could ask that favor of you -- to take it a day at a time. To be with me each day, but on your own terms. I -- don't have to be your boyfriend right now, if you don't want me to. But I want to ask that we keep being together until something changes. And then we can talk again." Oishi shot him a glance that was entirely hopeful.
Ryoma shifted around so he faced Oishi. He took a deep breath, trying to sort all his thoughts out, then looked straight at the older man as he spoke. "Whether you help her out with this or not is something I can't choose for you." Being the kind of guy Oishi was, though, Ryoma was willing to bet he'd agree to do it. "But I don't plan on going anywhere. I... The way I feel about you can't compare to anything I've ever felt before. We've only known each other...what, maybe a month or so now? And already I can tell you that I love you and mean it. I feel perfectly comfortable with you, around you, like nothing I've ever experienced." He breathed. "It's because of that that I'm not just going to let this end without fighting for it."
Oishi stared at Ryoma. ...Kept staring, even though his eyes were tearing up. He took a deep breath. Opened his mouth to say something, and then shut it again. He gripped Ryoma by the shoulders and pushed him over, onto his back on the pillows. And then covered Ryoma with his body, arms braced on either side of the other man. The most complete hug that he could think of...and then Oishi bent and kissed Ryoma again, with all his heart, wondering how he'd gotten so lucky as to meet his true love...
Ryoma let out a small surprised "oof" as he was pushed over. He didn't have much time to say or do anything before Oishi was kissing him. He wrapped his arms around the other's shoulders and kissed back, putting just as much feeling into it. And he had it again, that feeling of...right-ness that existed between him and Oishi, the thing that made him want to fight harder for their still-growing relationship than he'd ever wanted to fight before. He knew, somehow, that it would be worth the fight.
Oishi broke the kiss and grinned. "I guess...it'll be the turkey baster for Sakurako, ne?" Oishi blushed a little. "I'm guessing you won't want to share me like that."
Ryoma snickered. Turkey baster... He nodded. "But maybe not for the reason you think. You...never really enjoyed the sex with her, right? Well...I just don't want you to do something you won't enjoy. Sex should be fun. You shouldn't have to imagine someone else in order to get it up."
Oishi blushed again. "You know, I was going to imagine our...our first...time."
Ryoma blushed and shook his head. "Next time you have sex, it's gonna be with someone who knows what they're doing," he grinned a little.
Oishi shut his eyes, dropping his forehead to Ryoma's chest. He felt almost dizzy -- with relief, with love. With the knowledge that maybe, he could have everything he desired. "I think I want a son," he whispered, into Ryoma's chest. "I'd teach him to be a geek, just like you and me."
Ryoma chuckled, running his fingers through Oishi's hair. "And he wouldn't have to feel any kind of pressure about whether he's gay or straight. We'd teach him to just be who he is, and to ignore anyone who didn't like it."
We. Oishi heard that and felt a shiver go through his body. His grin against the Ryoma's chest was enormous... "I'll call Sakurako tomorrow and tell her that it's a go." He brought Ryoma's hand up to his mouth and kissed it. And then down to his heart, cradling it in..."Ahhhhh...Ryoma. I...I love...you."
Ryoma smiled. "I love you too, Shuu," he said softly, free hand caressing Oishi's cheek. It felt...so right to say that. He leaned up and kissed Oishi again, just because he could.
"I'm not sure what I was going to do if you ran," Oishi said soberly, after the kiss. Hm, was Ryoma going to be squished? He rolled over to one side, curling himself around Ryoma.
Ryoma wiggled a little, snuggling himself against Oishi and purring softly. "There's...technically still the chance that I might. I mean...I've never dated a guy with a kid before, and I'm not sure how I'd do as any kind of parental figure. But...I'm not going to just run and not even try. Not when I'd lose so much if I did."
Oishi kissed Ryoma's cheek. "I have no idea what it's going to be like either," he said softly. "It's a big thing to bring life into the world, and own it forever. But I'm so glad that YOU are in the world; maybe I'll be just as glad about my son. Or daughter..."
Ryoma smiled. "You'll make a great father. I have no doubts about that. It's me I'm worried about," he chuckled, sticking his tongue out a little.
Oishi laughed. "My child is going to be lucky to know you," he said softly. His stomach growled...Oh, right. He sat up and looked at the pizza. "It's a little cold," he apologized. "We should eat it before it turns to ice."
"If you've got a cookie-sheet I can heat it back up," he offered. Some foods you can microwave. Pizza's not one of them.
Oishi nodded, pulled Ryoma to his feet. Followed him into the kitchen holding the pizza, and then got out the cookie sheet. He handed it over to Ryoma and felt natural, almost like they'd done it a thousand times..."Oh. So this means I don't have to slay Kaidoh-san in a fit of jealousy?" Oishi asked, grinning.
Ryoma turned on the oven and placed the pizza on the cookie sheet as he waited for it to heat up. When the oven buzzed to say it was hot, he stuck the sheet in and closed the oven door. "Please don't kill my roommate. I can't afford that place on my own," he mock-whined. "And what do you mean, jealousy?" He leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, and a playfully accusing look on his face.
Oishi stood next to him at the counter, looking down. He inched his arm behind Ryoma. "You're moving in with a handsome, fit young man who is about your age. What did you THINK I would feel?" Oishi asked, blushing. "You two have more in common than you and I. I was...I admit I got insecure."
Ryoma laughed. "Age has little to do with anything. And while Kaidoh's nice and all...he's not really my type." He leaned against Oishi, waiting for the pizza to reheat.
Oishi laughed a little, and leaned to kiss Ryoma again. "I can't believe how relieved I am that I haven't lost you (yet). And I'm so glad Kaidoh isn't your type..." And... He leaned to whisper into Ryoma's ear. "And I can't wait to have sex with you." There. That was confessed as well.
"Nnn....don't tell me that," Ryoma groaned, turning to check the pizza. "Got a hot mitt so we can take this out?" he asked. "Looks like it's ready."
Oishi got a potholder out of a cabinet and gave it to Ryoma. "You don't want to hear how much I look forward to learning from you?" He said softly, and traced the outline of Ryoma's rear with his hand.
Ryoma purred, biting his lip and making sure not to wiggle against Oishi's hand. "I've been behaving myself......Saturday I was really close to doing things that could've very easily led to sex," he confessed, using the potholder to pull the cookie sheet out of the oven.
Oishi nodded. "It might as well have been," Oishi said softly. "I felt that close to you."
Ryoma blushed a little. Damn. Why did he never have his hat when he wanted it? He set the sheet on top of the stove, then moved the slices onto plates and handed one to Oishi. "It felt more intimate than some sex I've had," he chuckled.
"...Ryoma," he said, his expression heated. "We'd better eat this...pizza. Before it gets cold again." Oishi moved a safe distance around the counter, leaned over it, and took a bite. Hmmm...this wasn't bad.
Ryoma laughed and started eating. He was still amazed, though, at how comfortable he felt around the older man. Even here, walking around Oishi's home, he felt almost like he belonged there. He didn't feel like a guest, even though he was. He smiled a little. This is what a relationship was supposed to feel like.
Oishi smiled a little around the piece of pizza. There was one more question... "Heh. ...Ryoma. I'm not sure if this is dinnertime conversation. But there's one technical element to my part in making the child...and...I'd...love it if you'd help." He grinned, his cheeks entirely red now. "It would be like you were taking part."
Ryoma would've choked, if he hadn't already swallowed his mouthful. He turned bright red at the thought. That...could be really weird. But...he kinda liked the idea. He nodded. "I'd be honored." It'd probably be the closest thing he ever did to bringing a kid into the world, after all.
Oishi ran to get a Ponta from the fridge, popped it open and handed it to Ryoma. "Are you okay?" Oishi used the opportunity to cuddle, patting Ryoma's back. "Heh, I guess I did spring that on you suddenly. But. If HOW you make a child matters, I'd want it to be...a good experience, and not just..." he blushed again, laughing. "Me and my hand."
Ryoma laughed. "I'm fine, I'm fine," he assured him, taking a drink of the Ponta. And then realizing that Oishi...had Ponta in his fridge. "It should be a good experience," he commented, letting himself lean against Oishi. "...and since when do you have Ponta in your fridge?" he grinned.
Oishi dropped his head to the counter again. "Discovered!" He groaned. "Now you know I was planning all this time to lure you back here for evil Ponta-drinking purposes." Oishi turned toward Ryoma, pushing up imaginary glasses. "I was planning to study the effects of Ponta drinking on naked young men," he said, invisible glasses gleaming.
Ryoma laughed. "You'd have to get me naked first," he grinned, taking another drink of the ponta. He was really glad to see Oishi back to normal.
Oishi stared at Ryoma, his usually soft eyes going a little predatory. "You'd better finish your pizza, then," he said, and had to yank his eyes from where they were travelling, somewhere south of Ryoma's face. Really, he was becoming such a sex fiend.
Ryoma grinned and finished his pizza, then turned to bodily face Oishi. That look in the other man's eyes sent shivers down his spine. He returned the heated look with one of his own.
Oishi waited until Ryoma was done. Then he walked close and picked up the Ponta, filling his mouth with it. ...Hm. Sweet and strangely grape-tasting. He leaned down and touched his lips to Ryoma's, and then pressed them closer, sharing the sweet liquid. That was the closest to drinking Ponta that he'd probably ever get.
Ryoma pressed himself into the kiss, drinking the Ponta from Oishi's mouth. Mmmmm... He wrapped his arms up around the other's neck, keeping the kiss even when the Ponta was gone.
Oishi wrapped his arms around Ryoma, holding him close, body to body, as he kissed. It was a hungry kiss, but at the bottom of it was a feeling of gratefulness...and relief...and a whole new feeling of connection. He'd hit Ryoma with something hard to swallow, and the other man had turned it around into something lovely. Oishi broke the kiss and nuzzled his forehead against Ryoma's, hands softly feeling Ryoma's hair, his back, over his bottom, all over him, as though Oishi was outlining his body with love.
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[ooc: And guess what they do next? But it was far too sweet and private to share... ;) ]
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