fic: "I Like You" in a Sandy Fashion
Title: “I Like You” in a Sandy Fashion
Author: prologuesized
Beta: pinkeuphoria1
Pairing: HayaRyu
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Summary: Hayato’s gang hits Okinawa on a road trip. Amidst the overwhelming heat, their vehicle decides to take a vacation. Hayato’s attempt to help Ryu cool down a little ends up with quite the opposite outcome.
Author Note: I was bored and elanielyn threw me the following prompt: “Hayato and Ryu are in a holiday in Okinawa and the heat is terrible. Hayato wants to refresh but somehow ends up heating things up”. Here you go, girl, consider yourself lucky because I hardly ever manage to write prompts. Maybe because this was vague and I do want to write HayaRyu, it just somehow never works out?
This was supposed to be quick smut but, cough, you know me. And halfway through I realised that I don’t feel like writing smut. Wrote it anyway XD Plus I think Ryu’s characterization might’ve gotten out of hands every now and then, somehow I couldn’t get him the way I wanted to. Anyway, enjoy the bickering and nipple talk!
(I’m taking part in the mini reel challenge at reel_johnny this year, btw. I’ve got that looong-ish fic already written out, but you’ll have to wait until their posting probably sometime in late September ♥ Look forward to it, I worked hard!)
Wordcount: 8,800
“I Like You” in a Sandy Fashion
A road trip is something Hayato has always been eager to try out, no matter what it takes. He’s watched movies about super cool stuff like that since he was eleven years old, and feels unable to grow tired of the brilliantness of it all - cool bros to accompany him, chicks on the way, new places, car, music, wind and simply awesomeness and steamy motels. His friends, well, they just had to succumb to his mindless desires. Some more willingly than others.
“This,” he had declared back then after his entirely awesome motivational speech only a few days after graduation, “is going to be the coolest week of our entire life.” His closest friends had stomped their feet and screamed in excitement. He’d seen stars then, visions of his success.
This hasn’t really been what he had envisioned, though: out of gasoline and money in motherfucking Okinawa, under the overwhelming heat no one should ever be forced to go through without air-conditioning. Hyuuga, Tsuchiya, Ryu and Take are pushing the car forward from behind so that they can ditch it somewhere by the road where they shouldn’t get any parking tickets. He’s got his window opened on the driver’s seat.
“I can’t do this anymore!” Tsuchiya wails loudly from the back, trying to get the group-leader’s attention. “How far still?!”
Hayato rolls his eyes - such lazy people his friends are - and pushes his head out of the window, looking back with an annoyed look plastered over his face to prove his point.
“Just keep pushing, won’t you?! I’ve got this under control!” He totally does, they just need to find a place to leave the car at, right? Not difficult at all. He doesn’t understand why leadership should be made complicated; most people are too full of themselves to think straight. Where a good place to park is, well, that’s completely out of his hands. His group will just have to keep pushing until then. “Just a bit more! Can’t you make this thing go any faster?!”
“Why do we have to push this thing?” Hyuuga joins in, eyeing the others desperately with his entire face covered in a layer of sweat. Hayato withdraws his head and stays positioned on the driver’s seat. No one answers Hyuuga properly - Hayato’s ears catch some groans and whimpers, but that’s about it.
When they finally find a place by the road where they can leave their vehicle for the time being, Hayato’s friends crash on the sidewalk, Tsuchiya fluttering his fan like it’s his lifeline. Ryu’s leaning against the car though, his previously white but now transparent shirt glued to his paled skin. Hayato pats his shoulder as he gets out of the car, feeling quite proud of himself.
“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” he yelps happily. “Who wants to hit the beach?!”
His friends groan and roll on the ground as answer, looking and sounding pained like never before. It’s absolutely ridiculous, they’ve been a gang and gotten beaten up so much that this shouldn’t feel like much more than a pinch now. Hayato’s friends are wussies though, and that’s exactly why he’s the leader. Someone has to be a good example.
In the end his friends - other than Ryu - nearly crawl to the water in order to cool down their bodies. Hayato goes along with them and then it’s all fun and great again like a road trip should be - until Tsuchiya disappears somewhere with a couple of chicks that barely give him a second look and Take and Hyuuga team up to go and beg for some food, money and water from the town, thanks to their quite sad financial situation. Ryu, of course, hasn’t moved an inch from the small shade he’s found by a huge rock. Hayato makes his way towards him confidently, ready to drag him into the water if that’s what it takes. He’s not going to let his friend get a heatstroke, not under his watch.
“Oi! Ryu!” he yells already from afar, jogging so that sand splashes around and glues itself uncomfortably on his legs. “You’re such a bore, you know that, right?”
Ryu sighs and turns his head away. He’s leaning against the rock looking like a walking zombie prepared to die all over again, and his mood hasn’t improved one bit since morning, really. Ryu has a few moods Hayato is able to identify with close observation - apathetic, cranky-but-unwilling-to-let-it-out, slightly humoured and murderously snarky and stubborn. Maybe that’s why he dyed his hair to become a ginger. Hayato has heard that gingers are devils. Devils are beasts and Ryu is a beast. It’s quite fitting.
“What’s your problem, self-esteem issues?” Hayato teases him. It’s all playful even if his tone sounds pretty mean when he says it. Ryu knows it by now, Hayato’s sure about that from the way he glares at him. Yup, pretty sure. “Is this about the nipples?”
“No,” Ryu answers and looks away from him, following the waves as they hit the shore and break apart, reaching towards the land and wetting the torching sand. Hayato crashes down next to him and drapes a wet arm around his friend’s shoulder, pulling him closer. They’re bros and Ryu’s obviously got a problem, he’s entitled to do that.
“So. What is it then?” he insists, pushing one finger inside the crack under the first button and bending it to pull on it lightly. Ryu’s entire form stiffens but he refuses to turn his gaze at Hayato. Yes, there’s definitely a problem. “Are you too good for that? No, wait, I know this,” he gasps excitedly, only barely managing to withhold his burst of mean laughter. “You’re really traditional, aren’t you?! No body exposure before marriage, right?”
That makes Ryu glare at him. The look in his eyes is disbelieving and Hayato feels like Ryu’s trying to make a point here, that point being that Hayato’s such an idiot it’s too hard for him to even imagine. “So it’s the first one then, huh?” he concludes with a nod and sucks his lips. “You’re just too posh for that.”
“I just feel uncomfortable,” Ryu cuts in with a strong voice, shrugging slightly. Hayato can feel the movement of his muscles and bones under his arm. “I don’t like it when I don’t have clothes on.”
“Just the shirt?” Hayato peeps merrily, leaning towards his friend. “C’mon, Ryu. You’ll get a heatstroke here, you can’t keep wearing those long-sleeved dress-shirts forever. No one will look at you weirdly or anything if you take a little off. Don’t be so self-conscious, it’s not like you’re ugly or anything.”
“I don’t need a self-image boost,” Ryu notes coldly and removes Hayato’s arm from around him. Hayato purses his lips in displeasure, clenching his teeth together. Rejection always makes him feel like people think lowly of him. Maybe he’s the one who’s actually self-conscious. Not that he’s ever going to admit to it, not during this lifetime. “It’s my decision.”
“Then I’ll drag you to the water,” Hayato threatens and Ryu flinches visibly. Hayato’s never really gotten this prissy and defiant side of Ryu that hates everything so much. No wonder he looks like life is no fun for him. But oh well, this is his chance anyway. “Take it off or we’re going.”
“I’ll decide for myself,” Ryu insists with a frustrated sigh and wipes his sweaty forehead with the back of a shaky hand he struggles to keep steady. “Where did the others go? Go run after them.”
“I don’t know where they are!” Hayato exclaims loudly and waves his hand towards the beach. “It’s fucking stranded in here! Not even girls in bikinis around, this beach sucks.”
Ryu’s quiet again. He closes his eyes and rests his head against the cool rock, gulping a bit. He looks really exhausted and Hayato feels a sting of remorse for bullying him when he’s obviously so tired. He really needs to cool off.
Then again, the tiredness puts Ryu at a disadvantage. Good for him, he can actually use this sudden moment of transparent weakness for Ryu’s own good. There’s a reason his friends have stuck with him for so long - he’s always there to protect them. Ryu is not an exception, even if he acts all strong and withdrawn.
“So this is about the nipples,” he continues lazily and pokes at one of the small nubs through the shirt. “Your tiny micro-nipples. You know, some people have a thing for that. Mini nipples.”
“This is not about the nipples,” Ryu groans lowly. Some lines form on his forehead - he’s starting to get pissed. Good, that’s what Hayato’s aiming at. He knows his friend. There’s only so much time you can hide how you work, after all.
“What is it? Are you getting chest hair?” Hayato teases, realising that now that he thought of it he’s actually really curious about it. He brings his palm over his friend’s chest and Ryu’s hand shoots up to grab his wrist. His hold definitely isn’t weak, even if he looks ready to pass out. “You are getting chest hair!” he exclaims loudly, eyes widening in disbelief.
“Of course not,” Ryu snorts at him and pushes his hand away. “Not at this age, idiot. You’re drawing conclusions too fast.”
How would he have known? Ryu could’ve. He doesn’t look like the hairy type, but looks can be deceiving.
“Well, there’s something you’re embarrassed about,” he declares smugly and crosses his arms. “Maybe you’ve got a huge, ugly scar there then. Like, some surgery or shit. Maybe your dad didn’t keep you at home after all, maybe you were in a hospital.”
“You know yourself that isn’t true,” Ryu snarls, grinding his teeth. “That would show through the shirt anyway. I’m not embarrassed, I just don’t like taking my shirt off. It’s a stylistic preference.”
“Posh,” Hayato scoffs. “Nah, you’re just saying stuff because you’re embarrassed. I know you,” he claims, making sure to add the emphasis accordingly to push Ryu’s buttons. He’ll take this hook and think he’s stupid and prove it, Ryu does that. “I can read you inside out!”
“I am not embarrassed.”
“Are too.” Take it off. He’ll take it off, Hayato can see it in his eyes. It’s hard to look like he doesn’t know. People should appreciate his acting skills more.
“Fine, if it’s such a big deal for you,” Ryu finally snaps and starts unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m not embarrassed. I can go shirtless if I want to, asshole.” Button after button his shirt opens and then he pulls the thin fabric off him and yes, that’s much better. Success. Ryu’s skin is sweaty and Hayato can sense the radiating heat.
“Hmmm,” he stares and tilts his head. “I guess you’re right.”
Ryu looks annoyed as he closes his eyes again, breathing heavily. Hayato follows his Adam’s apple as he gulps in the heat. Alright, now he’s starting to get really concerned about that heatstroke. He can’t have Ryu puking all over the place, that’s just embarrassing and so not cool, not if it isn’t related to drinking too much booze. That scenario would be quite hilarious, though.
He gets up on his feet, blocking the sun so that Ryu cracks his eyes curiously. Then he throws the boy forcefully over his shoulder and Ryu reacts violently, punching him in the shoulder so hard Hayato’s afraid his friend will actually shatter his bones.
“Chill out!” he wails, trying to hold on to the other boy. “Ginger!”
“Put me down,” Ryu suggests coldly, ready to unleash his fury. Hayato’s brain starts ticking the countdown. This is not good. He puts his friend down but pushes him against the huge rock to keep him in place. “The fuck are you doing?” Swearing. Now he’s really pissed.
“I’ll take you to the sea to cool off,” he announces. “Take your pants off unless you want them to get wet.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Ryu argues back. He doesn’t fight though, just stands where he is with his arms hanging limply by his sides. He knows Hayato finds it infuriating. He doesn’t say anything more either, only glares and probably tries to use some sort of psychological trick on him to make him feel remorse for overpowering him. Well, Ryu can go to hell. He isn’t going to bow down.
They clash too much. Sometimes it creates explosions and they’ll go by pretending everything’s fine for weeks without really exchanging any words to each other. Sometimes Hayato wonders if Ryu finds himself lonely at those times. He knows he himself does. But he can’t quite read Ryu at those times. He’s not sure if he wants to know the answer either, it’d be embarrassing if he’d be the only softy. His friends would never stop bullying him.
“Take them off,” he suggests again with a serious voice. He looks into Ryu’s eyes but the young man doesn’t budge, only stares back. He’s a bit stiff, though. Prepared for Hayato’s next move. Well, he’s practically begging for it so Hayato might as well give it to him. Asshole who doesn’t know what’s best for him. He rolls his eyes and they both move at the same time, hands racing towards Ryu’s pants.
It’s a struggle and they fall down on the sand. It burns Ryu’s back and the boy bites his lips but refuses to cry out as he struggles with Hayato, splashing sand around. Hayato isn’t surprised to find himself as the winner, yanking the pants to Ryu’s ankles and then off along with his shoes.
“Better,” he says, just to spite the man. He smirks and pats his shoulder, listening to the panting underneath him. It’s a bit arousing. Probably because he won the fight and is a bit dosed up on adrenaline. With Ryu their fights could really turn either way. Maybe that’s why people sometimes mistook Ryu for the second leader of the former 3-D class. Hayato isn’t sure if Ryu considered himself one too, though. He could’ve. But Hayato would never admit aloud that he might maybe perhaps have shared his power a tiny bit.
“Get off me,” Ryu says calmly. He looks like an angry cat, full of himself and murderous, ready to give you hell by doing every infuriating thing he knows. Punching him in the face isn’t one of the things that he can actually handle though.
“I will,” he answers and gets off, yanking Ryu on his feet as well from his wrist. Ryu tries to reach down for his pants but Hayato starts pulling him towards the ocean. Ryu might dislike it, but sometimes he has to think for him because someone has to be the rational person with brains.
“I’m not going to the ocean, Hayato,” Ryu says, trying to keep his voice void of any traces of emotion. He fails though - Hayato can hear the concern. He wraps his arms around his friend to trap his arms against his sides and starts pushing him forward forcibly.
“It’s good for you,” he chimes happily as they start tumbling to the water together. “You won’t die from it, little kitty cat, so shut up and get in. You’ll feel better afterwards.”
Ryu puts up a struggle when they’re mid-shin in and they both lose their footing on the wet sand, crashing in the water with a loud and painful splash. Ryu’s gasping for air like a fish out of water and combing his hair back with his hand, absolutely horrified for a second or two before he manages to calm himself down. Hayato grabs him and starts dragging him deeper in, smug about his successful day.
“Hayato, I don’t like the ocean,” Ryu mumbles. His teeth are clattering but Hayato just smiles at him and changes his hold onto just simply entwining their fingers under the surface layer of the water. Ryu follows him, maybe a bit resentfully, but he follows nonetheless and that’s good enough.
“No one will see you here,” he tells his friend with an encouraging voice. Ryu smacks the back of his head crankily - murderous Ryu mood dangerously approaching. He should keep track of that then.
“I don’t have self-esteem issues,” Ryu snarls, starting to sound annoyed because Hayato makes him sound like a repeating record. “I’m fine with myself.”
“Even with the nipples?”
Ryu cringes. “Even with the nipples,” he finally says. Hayato isn’t completely sure whether he means his words or not, but he’s at least prepared to appear confident about them. “Why are you so insistent on discussing my nipples? Don’t you have anything better to say?”
“I think your nipples are funny,” Hayato admits with a snicker. Ryu splashes water on him. Oh, so he does have a playful side. Or maybe just a pissed off one. “They’re so tiny! I’ve never seen such tiny nipples! They’re hilarious!”
“Pervert,” Ryu rolls his eyes and lets go of Hayato’s hand underneath the water. Hayato’s offended - he’s a pervert, yes, but he can be smooth about it and he knows better than to have the hots for a guy who’s painfully clearly asexual. He doesn’t do people like that.
Ryu’s eyeing the shore nervously, scanning for people. His arms are crossed over his chest again and he does look a bit better and more alert, so all Hayato can really do is conclude that his mission was a downright success.
“What is it with you?” he scoffs and pokes his friend’s nape with his index finger. “Are you a virgin or something?”
“Look who’s talking,” Ryu notes and turns his head to look back at him over his shoulder. “It’s not like you wouldn’t be a virgin. It’s kind of pathetic really,” he shrugs with an apathetic look on his face again, eyes averting carelessly. “Considering the effort you’ve put into hooking up. You should try less, you come out creepy.”
It’s a pang straight under Hayato’s belt and he gasps, outraged.
“I’ll get laid before the end of this road trip,” he declares determinately, making sure to give his most intimidating look while turning Ryu around in the water. “You can bet on that!”
“I might,” Ryu notes with a weary voice and a shrug. “Who’d take you?”
“Someone with better taste than you,” Hayato argues back and wraps his arms around his friend’s lower back, pulling him close sleazily. “Much, much better, I might say. Then again, you’re boring and would never please anyone. I don’t think anyone wants to bang a fish.”
“A fish, huh,” Ryu glares at him with an unimpressed look in his eyes. His lips are slightly strained the way they are when he’s trying to contain his emotions though, so Hayato doesn’t really know how he actually feels. Maybe that’s his weak spot. Asexuality. It must be embarrassing for a man, really. A man who can’t do his job, no wonder he probably feels sometimes like he’s no good.
“Yeah, that’s right. A fish. You’d just lie still and look bored. No fun with that,” he continues nonetheless, pressing their chests together and playfully nipping at Ryu’s earlobe. “It’s a pity, really,” he whispers with a raspy voice and Ryu shivers. His muscles go tense and Hayato grins, pleased with himself - he’s clearly making a point here. He’d be a darn good fuck in comparison.
“You’re molesting me.”
“Are you feeling bothered?” Hayato snickers and smacks his lips before pressing them against the skin of Ryu’s temple. He’s in power and it feels thrilling. “It’s not like I’d fuck you.”
“Not like I’d fuck you either.”
“You should,” Hayato snaps and slides his hands lower. His palms travel down Ryu’s flat stomach and to the sharp features of his hips before he teasingly presses his hand to cup Ryu’s crotch and - oh.
Ryu’s breathing against the side of his neck. He’s silent but Hayato can hear his heart hammering even over the sound of the constant waves. He’s really tense again but he isn’t withdrawing which is kind of freaky because… well…
“You’re still molesting me,” Ryu finally points out with an icy snarl. “Even you can’t be stupid enough not to know where you’re hand is.”
“You’re fucking aroused,” Hayato whines, his voice rising a few octaves. It’s embarrassing. “The water isn’t even that warm and you’re…” He really should pull his hand away and scream because he’s getting violated here but somehow the reaction isn’t hitting in. Freaky.
Ryu turns around and withdraws with a cold look. He starts making his way towards the shore again and all Hayato can really do is stand dumbfounded, unable to quite digest the situation. Why? How? Really? Wait, just WHAT.
“Are you gay?!” he yells after him. The waves mostly steal his voice but Ryu turns his head around anyway, catching his speech like the good friend he is. He looks angry in the embarrassed way, ready to lock himself in when it won’t take away his pride anymore. Ryu’s building his shields and that can’t really be a good thing because Hayato hates that stuff. It makes talking to Ryu difficult.
“I could be,” comes the defiant answer before Ryu curses at the air hitting his wet skin. Hayato jogs the rest of the way, getting goose-bumped himself, and extends his arm to grab a hold of Ryu’s arm but Ryu doesn’t let him. He must’ve really crossed some line here then, which is ridiculous because it isn’t like he would’ve done anything, it was Ryu who started fucking getting firm down there inside his boxers and god he has to stop thinking about Ryu’s boxers or he’s going to take a look and - oh, who cares, he might as well take that look and it’s not like Ryu’s super hard or anything, just reacting a tiny bit and now he feels like a voyeur. Great. It’d be fine if Ryu was a chick, but…
Ryu crashes down on the sand and sits with his back against the rock again, clearly displeased with everything. Hayato doesn’t sit down but merely stands in front of him with his arms crossed. He keeps nervously shifting his weight from one foot to another and his breathing might be hitching a little, but he’s trying to act all nonchalant. It isn’t working, he soon notices, so he takes another approach - attacking Ryu so that he won’t be the embarrassing person here.
“So you get it up for men then,” he barks and kicks a little sand back with his foot to increase his intimidation. “Didn’t know that.”
“I don’t see why it would be something to advertise,” Ryu sighs, not bothering to look at him. “If it makes you feel any better, go and tell everyone, but remember that it was you who started feeling me up to notice it. That won’t look too good on your record.”
“Shut up!” Hayato snaps, unable to come up with a more intelligent comeback. “You’re the one who likes guys!”
“Does it really bother you that much?” Ryu asks, brushing sand off his bony leg. “If so, just say it. If it really changes me that much.”
“IT CHANGES EVERYTHING,” Hayato barks again, feeling pretty horrified and confused about the revelation. “You want to get in our pants!”
“Hayato,” Ryu sighs and rubs his temples. Now he’s going to make him sound like a stupid child again. “I prefer men on a sexual sense. It doesn’t mean I want to sleep with every man within my eyesight.”
“Just me then?” Hayato insists.
“Definitely not you,” comes the snarky comeback and Ryu’s eyes narrow dangerously. “I’d go for Tsucchi before I’d go for you, trust me. I can’t imagine how disgusting you’d be. You do know there’s a reason why all those women rejected you, right?”
Hayato can feel his heart shatter. Ryu’s fucking mean. Seriously, what could be wrong with him - he looks good, he’s ready to have a good time, he isn’t small if he gets to say so himself and he has a fucking heart which is something many men won’t offer and it just adds to his charm and he’d be a fucking great lay, people just don’t appreciate him. Ryu included.
He sits on Ryu’s lap and grabs him by the hair, breathing against his face. Ryu cringes and tries to turn his head away but Hayato doesn’t let him. He needs to prove his point here. If feeling up his gay best friend is what it takes, then he’s going to do it.
“What are you doing, Yabuki?” Ryu snarls at him, appearing to be angry and bored which are both Ryu’s permanent facial expressions so he can just ignore all of that as he presses a wet kiss over one of Ryu’s sharp cheekbones. “Get off, that’s disgusting.”
Ryu tastes salty, probably because of the water. It makes Hayato’s head spin from thirst - it really is hot here and there’s only so much the seawater can do about hydration. He’s pretty determined not to give up before Ryu’s hard and needy though, so he’ll just have to put up with that.
“You do know that what you’re doing is illegal, right?” Ryu checks with him grumpily when he dips his head to the hollow space under Ryu’s chin and starts nibbling at his throat while one of his hands travels downwards to pinch one of Ryu’s nipples and brush it firmly. “Illegal, Hayato. Weren’t we supposed to drop that?”
“Shut up,” Hayato moans and locks his lips with Ryu’s, one hand firmly on his neck, cupping the back of his head and one draped around his lower back. He realises too late that it’s his first kiss and he’s just blown it off with a man but since it’s gone already, all he can do is try to make it matter then. He sucks on Ryu’s lips and the boy lets out a sigh through his nose, refusing to open up. Jerk.
When he withdraws, Ryu raises his eyebrows mockingly. “That was it?” he asks with a huff and Hayato can feel heat rushing to his face. He has a feeling this spectacular plan of his is about to backfire. “What a lousy kiss.”
“What, you can do better?” he shoots back furiously. Ryu shrugs with a hint of a grin and raises his hands to wrap them around Hayato’s neck. His fingers gently play with Hayato’s hair and he has to suppress a shiver, feeling all sensitive and embarrassed all of sudden. His heart is hammering and he wonders if Ryu really will kiss him. He wouldn’t mind, he kind of wants to kiss, even if it’s with Ryu.
Ryu’s lips barely graze over his and he lets out a whimper. His mouth is dry while he waits, tries to tilt his head a little but Ryu doesn’t come closer, he’s just there with his lips parted and Hayato steals a look from his eyes and he’s fucking watching, he should’ve known Ryu’s into kinky stuff like that. So this is a power game too, then. Great. He’s just managed to make himself look submissive.
“You won’t get points for being a tease,” Hayato notes crankily and glares at his friend challengingly. “Are you too much of a pussy to actually do it? You’re all talk, Ryu. That’s why I’m the leader.”
“You only think you are,” Ryu whispers back at him and Hayato’s still thinking about that sentence when Ryu’s lips finally press over his and the kiss is hungry, Ryu’s attacking his upper lip and making him gasp before the man pushes his tongue in and it’s fucking awkward and what did Ryu mean with his words?!
The thoughts erase themselves from Hayato’s mind when Ryu lets out a quiet moan and laps at his tongue. He shivers and his heart hammers like crazy and he isn’t really sure how to answer back and when did Ryu learn how to kiss, it’s totally unfair. Ryu withdraws his tongue and gives his lips one last smooch before grinning triumphantly and damn, he must’ve just lost.
“What, do you want me now?” Ryu asks lazily and rests his hands on Hayato’s hips. He must’ve been staring. “Not feeling quite so homophobic after all?”
“Shut up,” Hayato barks at him and shoves his shoulders back against the rock painfully, probably bruising them. “This has nothing to do with you being gay!” Wait, it did, didn’t it? What was this about? He confuses himself and being confused while arguing with Ryu can be fatal for him, he should know that by now. This whole kiss thing was probably just his trick to make him confused. That bastard!
“Get off then,” Ryu suggests and just rests against the rock again. “Before you end up losing your virginity. That’d be embarrassing now, wouldn’t it?”
“This has your virginity on the line too,” Hayato reminds Ryu childishly, feeling quite proud of himself for thinking of that. It’s not like Ryu would throw that away for him, Ryu’s a prude. Except that… no. Nooo. He can’t only think he is because he never went out with them to hit on some girls, that logic doesn’t work anymore. But it doesn’t change who Ryu is and Ryu’s totally not into anything, probably even his own hand!
“I’m the one who prefers men,” Ryu reminds Hayato with a swift brush of his nipple. Hayato can feel the heat rushing to his face again. “I don’t think I’d die from it. Besides, people make such a big deal out of virginity. It’s ridiculous. It’s just one of the many times, probably the worst too.”
“I’m not homophobic,” Hayato snarls back at his friend and presses their foreheads intimidatingly together. “You don’t have the upper hand here!”
“What, now you want to sleep with me?” Ryu scoffs, trying to look him in the eyes even though they’re so close it’s difficult to find focus. “Hayato, I think you could use some self-searching before that.”
“I don’t,” Hayato insists - self-search is for wussies, and he certainly isn’t one. He prefers to live the moment and make his fucking own decisions without dwelling too much on it. He presses his lips against Ryu’s again and gives him a clumsy kiss while he keeps massaging his bony sides with his hands. Ryu pulls him closer.
“What, you want me after all?” Hayato gasps excitedly and purrs in Ryu’s ear, tracing his shoulder blades with his fingers. He’s heard that light touches are arousing, might as well try it. Ryu sinks his teeth in his shoulder and yanks on his hair. It’s quite painful. Of course this is how they’ll do it if they’ll… do it.
“You need someone to show you how it’s done,” Ryu notes nonchalantly, even though he sounds slightly out of breath. “Can’t have you running around and being bad at this.”
“Fuck you,” Hayato growls spitefully and slips his hand inside Ryu’s wet boxers. Ryu gulps barely visibly and runs his fingers through Hayato’s hair with darkened eyes, clearly in pleasure but holding back. His cock starts swelling in Hayato’s fist and he grins at Ryu viciously. “I think you’re just saying that, you know.”
“You’re harder than me,” Ryu notes, making Hayato looks down confusedly and - oh, how did he miss that?! He flushes red and slams Ryu harder against the rock, ignoring the pained groan emitting from the frailer boy. He deserves it for trying to embarrass him all the time.
“You’re just embarrassed,” he spits back while ripping Ryu’s boxers down his thighs. Ryu shivers stiffly, clearly not very eager to be exposed in public. Hayato briefly scans the area but it’s still just as deserted as it was ages ago. No one’s here, it’s just the two of them. “You’re trying to embarrass me to distract me. You’re embarrassed.”
“Whatever you say, Hayato,” Ryu answers with a strained voice and tilts his head slightly when Hayato starts showering his chest with kisses. “If that theory makes you feel better.”
Hayato answers by taking him in his mouth and Ryu shuts up, searching for a better balance by bending his knees and pressing his cheek against the rock. Hayato hums, content about his success, and laps at Ryu’s length, coating it with his saliva.
“If you’re going to do that, you could at least suck,” Ryu notes after a while, burying his hands inside the sand to hide his clenched fists. Hayato glares at him before following Ryu’s prompt (not an order, he isn’t being bossed around) and hollowing his cheeks while sucking him. Ryu lets out a weak whimper and Hayato knows he’s doing something right.
“Come on, don’t hold it back,” he teases before going down again, giving Ryu a smug look. The boy glares at him with rosy cheeks and shuts his lips tightly, attempting to only breathe through his nose to keep the voices in. Stubborn as always. Oh well. He gropes Ryu’s thighs while he’s at it and keeps increasing the speed - if Ryu likes it violent, he’s going to get it like that.
Ryu grows incredibly warm again and he shivers under Hayato’s touch. He doesn’t really touch Hayato at all which is completely unfair because Hayato feels used and that totally isn’t what he’s aiming at here. He raises his hands to scratch at Ryu’s chest and the boy’s breathing hitches.
He’s going to win this one if he makes him react, though, that’s right. He’s determined to give Ryu the best orgasm of his miserable, asexual life with his mouth and hands which he uses to fondle the boy’s sack. Ryu’s throwing his head back and groaning in frustration. His erection is actually swelling so much it enlarges in Hayato’s mouth. He laps at the tip and swipes his tongue around the slit, feeling the boy’s abs quiver under his fingertips. It’s a brilliant feeling.
Ryu comes in his mouth without a warning. He doesn’t make a sound other than a breath significantly louder than his normal ones. His eyes are closed and mouth too before he lets it drop open. Hayato wipes his lips clean and hugs the younger boy’s mid-body, unwilling to withdraw.
Ryu’s really exhausted, though. He trembles and when his head droops, his dry and chapped lips graze his shoulder. Hayato whimpers, well aware of his… problem downstairs which he would prefer to be taken care of. He’s not sure how this is going now at all, but if he’s the only one not getting anything out of this, he’s going to be pissed.
He pulls Ryu down on the sand and climbs on top of him. He starts showering him with kisses all over his shoulders, neck and face to remind him about his existence as well. Ryu has his eyes closed and his eyelids quiver when Hayato touches a particularly sensitive spot.
After it’s gone on for quite a few minutes, Hayato turns into nibbling among the kisses. Ryu’s giving him an odd smile and his hand finds its way to his hair which he keeps stroking and god it’s annoying because Ryu’s such a tease and he should really take a hint here before Hayato’s going to shove it down his throat or something. Of course Ryu gets molested if he’s acting ignorant like that. Fucking idiot. He surely enjoys his little power trip, that brat.
A long while passes again and Hayato’s erection slowly dies away. He’s quite proud of himself - self-control has never really been his thing, so it’s a miracle he hasn’t pressed hard yet. He’s still feeling very insistent, though, and if Ryu thinks he’ll get away with this then he’s dead wrong. Hayato’s the leader. His group better do whatever he wants them to, even if it means dealing with his dick. Especially if he’s dealt with theirs. This is ridiculous.
He snakes his hands under Ryu’s butt and spreads him determinately. The boy struggles but he struggles back, keeping his place between the boy’s legs and dipping his upper body down to suck at Ryu’s jugular, hoping it’ll set him in the mood a bit.
“I’m not doing that here,” Ryu snaps at him and shoves him harshly, giving him his best disinterested look. Hayato sucks in a frustrated growl and nibs at Ryu’s throat, eager to make him change his mind. Ryu doesn’t turn his head away, he doesn’t move at all. He isn’t withdrawing his palms from Hayato’s chest either. This really is a ‘no’ then.
“C’mon,” Hayato murmurs with a thick and aroused voice, grinding their hips together. “You were the one who was gay, too. Or are you starting to feel like a prude now?” Ryu should grasp the challenge, that’s his thread for overpowering him. He’s willing to use it if it gets him laid now. Ryu lets out a frustrated exhale and presses his lips together to a tight line. Not interested. Damn it. “God, you’re so annoying!”
“I’m not going to do it here,” Ryu tells him and kicks the sand with his foot, sending it flying. “I’m not going to get sand up my ass just because you feel horny.”
Alright, Ryu might have a point. It doesn’t make Hayato feel any less hot and bothered though, and the sun torching his skin isn’t helping either. He’s angry, pissed, furious, frustrated and everything else because this fucking sucks and it’s all Ryu’s fault. He should have a say in this too. And he’s saying yes. It should count as 50% and that should round it up to a yes.
He thinks hard while Ryu lies immobile under him, waiting for him to give up and get off. He looks around and looks at the sea, waves and shit and… bingo. He grins victoriously and Ryu raises his eyebrows questioningly, clearly expecting more idiocy from his side. Well, he’s about to blow his mind and he knows that so Ryu can suck up that annoying attitude of his and let him be the leader he is.
“We’ll do it in the water,” he announces his idea proudly and smooches Ryu’s lips to prove his point. He thinks he’s starting to get more confident with it. Ryu’s lips are good for kissing, so full, especially now that they’re swollen. “It’s not that cold. And it isn’t sandy.”
Ryu seems to consider it, even though he’s trying very hard to look like he isn’t. Hayato grins and sits up next to Ryu, pulling him up helpfully. He can be a gentleman about this if it gives him a few required extra points. Ryu’s a difficult lay. Hayato constantly feels like he has standards and he’s barely there. He wants to be better. A good choice.
“What, aren’t you adventurous at all?!” he snaps at his friend when Ryu still refuses to answer, only sitting still with a guarded look on his face. “Ryu, you know I wouldn’t hurt you!”
“No, I know you would,” Ryu snorts and rolls his eyes. Hayato purses his lips, feeling hurt about the sudden declaration. He’s always been there to protect Ryu and this is what he gets then, huh. Great. Good to know his effort is appreciated.
He yanks Ryu up on his feet and starts pulling him towards the ocean again by his hand after kicking his own boxers off. Ryu follows, not really catching up with him. How does Ryu do it, making him feel like he’s totally victimizing him all the time? He could say no if he wouldn’t want it himself, can’t he sometimes show a little interest? Jerk.
They make it to the water and Hayato wraps his arms around Ryu, holding him close to gain some confidence again. This isn’t really about feelings or anything like that but he doesn’t know exactly what Ryu wants and Ryu’s making him look like a jerk and it’s annoying him. He kisses Ryu’s temple and squeezes him closer, feeling his own heart hammering inside his chest.
Ryu threads his fingers through Hayato’s wet and messy locks and sighs in defeat before kissing him on the lips gently. Hayato makes sure to kiss back with a little more heat and lets his hands travel lower to cup the younger man’s buttocks and raise him up a bit. The water makes supporting him easy after Ryu wraps his legs around Hayato’s hips, looking nervous and angry because Ryu really hates feeling weak and hesitant. Hayato awkwardly pushes his tongue in and lets it tangle with Ryu’s. They’re really no good at this kissing thing.
Ryu sighs against his ear and traces Hayato’s muscled back with his fingers, drawing out the outlines of his features. He presses a little more encouragingly with his thighs and tilts his head to rest it on Hayato’s shoulder. Hayato takes it as a cue to prod his entrance with his finger experimentally. He can feel Ryu’s muscles tense in hesitant anticipation.
“I can’t do this if you’re like that,” Hayato snarls against the harsh bone of Ryu’s jaw and gulps. “Ease up.”
Ryu bites his lip but eventually does. Hayato doesn’t see his face but he can only imagine the inner fight he must be having. Ryu always thinks too much. “Better,” he murmurs soothingly and pushes the first finger deeper in. Ryu’s body twitches and he sighs deeply. There’s a hoarse and grumpy tone to it, though. Hayato isn’t quite sure about the outcome of this experiment at all.
A bigger wave almost throws him off balance and Ryu curses when he tries to help him with his hands, splashing water around. “This was a bad idea,” he grumbles and Hayato answers it with a demeaning scoff, unimpressed by Ryu’s complaint. He pushes another finger in and Ryu presses tightly against him, his legs shifting nervously. “Too fast. Move them more, you idiot.”
“Well it’s tight!” Hayato tries to defend himself while he bends his fingers, kind of freaked out about the feeling. It’s his first time, not like he’s going to be a master at it straightaway! “Do it yourself if I’m so bad at it!”
“I can’t in this position,” Ryu notes coldly and yanks at his hair, one hand on his shoulder to keep balance. “My muscles are starting to hurt already. Can’t we just get this done with.”
Hayato rolls his eyes and removes his fingers, starting to pump his own member underwater a bit to prepare himself. Ryu’s complaints aren’t exactly a turn-on. Ryu’s breathing hard against his ear though and it’s much better when he’s less verbal and just looks pretty in his arms. Gingers. He chuckles to himself and Ryu shifts uncomfortably in his arms.
He prods Ryu’s entrance with the head of his erection, making Ryu squirm uneasily. He doesn’t say a word though so Hayato takes it as a permission to enter. He pushes in and fuck, Ryu’s really tight and he isn’t breathing at all. When he’s midway in he wraps his arms around Ryu’s back and guides him better.
“Breathe, you’re too tense,” he complains and awkwardly rubs Ryu’s back. He doesn’t really know what to do, this whole situation is strange and absurd and god, what the fuck are they doing? “Ryu,” he gulps pressingly and lets out a sigh. He feels Ryu draw in a breath and then another. Better. “You’re not hurting, are you?”
“Well guess,” Ryu scoffs with a shaky voice, refusing to bring his face to Hayato’s field of vision. “This is saltwater.”
“So?”
Ryu groans and fists more of Hayato’s hair in his hands. He’s breathing now, though, much better than before and Hayato lifts him up a little experimentally, making him stop right away. Great. This is not going to work out. He’s still aroused, though, and he’s getting really frustrated and pained because Ryu’s taking too long. He pushes further in again and Ryu curls up against him. At least now he’s breathing so loud that Hayato can hear it.
He starts moving and whimpering in pleasure, hands on Ryu’s hips. The water is making him feel light to carry and guide which is good because Ryu isn’t doing enough himself. His nails are digging in Hayato’s back and breathing comes out hard and hitched. His head is cast down and Hayato grabs him by the hair to pull him backwards so that he can see him because he feels like he really wants to see.
“Good?” he checks with his friend. Ryu gulps and tries to bury his head in Hayato’s neck but Hayato forces him to a kiss that makes him gasp and moan hoarsely as he keeps moving in and out. Ryu’s trying to meet him a little but it’s difficult with their position.
Hayato gets rougher and Ryu throws his head back, mouth hanging helplessly open in the shape of an oval. Hayato finds that quite arousing, especially when he makes a sharper push and hears an unsuppressed whimper. Sex is brilliant, he figures, even though he’s quite annoyed. It isn’t like jacking off, it’s much more complicated and difficult than that. Then again, it can feel so much more arousing. His touch doesn’t even compare to Ryu’s.
He presses his mouth down on Ryu’s nipples and sucks on them, fascinated by his response. Ryu’s hold on his shoulder tightens and he’s holding his breath again, muscles clenching around Hayato’s throbbing need. Oh fuck yes. He rubs the other one with his thumb and feels Ryu’s whole body tremble in pleasure. He must be getting something right here.
One of Ryu’s hands slips between their bodies and his forehead presses against Hayato’s shoulder, lips quivering. “Let it out,” Hayato murmurs, nearing his own orgasm while trying to move Ryu’s hips as fast as he can. It’s actually quite difficult with the water. “Come on, let it out, Ryu. Let me hear you.”
Ryu bites his lip and refuses to obey, as expected. He barely breathes as he fists himself and moves his hips desperately, pressing against Hayato as hard as he can. Their bodies are glued together by the saltwater and Hayato’s groaning, his hands shaking while he’s guiding Ryu. His muscles are seriously starting to protest but he’s not about to give in now, not this close. No fucking way.
Ryu comes before him. There’s a silent mewl while his entire body flexes and he buries his face in Hayato’s neck, searching for closeness, breathing rapid but finally more proper. Hayato’s kind of mad at him for finishing before him but he manages to find completion soon anyway. Ryu climbs up his chest a little clumsily to remove Hayato’s flaccid member from inside of him before he drops his feet back to the sandy ground.
They stare at each other defiantly, trying to cover up the sudden awkwardness. Hayato purses his lips and hawks, eyeing Ryu suspiciously. It felt like a good idea before, but now. Now… he’s not quite sure what now. This was a fight, wasn’t it? He has no idea who won. Better act like he won then, right?
“See, I can get laid,” he announces smugly with his hands on his hips. “Even you can’t resist me.”
“Shut up,” Ryu rolls his eyes, seemingly unimpressed as he starts making his way towards the shore again. He isn’t limping which is probably good, but then again Ryu would refuse to limp anyway unless it was really unavoidable. His footsteps are brisk as he makes his way towards their pile of clothes near the big rock.
Hayato scoffs grumpily and makes his way after his friend. Alright, this whole thing counts as one of those unexplainable and weird fights between them again then, huh. Great. Absolutely brilliant. If Ryu wants it that way, he can have it then. It’s not like he’s a mind-reader. This whole mess is Ryu’s fault to begin with.
It takes hours for the others to come back. Hyuuga and Take have actually managed to collect some food and Tsucchi’s back as well. They make camp on the beach and chat about some funny and light stuff and travel plans once they find more gasoline for the vehicle. Ryu can have that little grumpy and silent fit of his on the backseat and Hayato can blast some music with Tsucchi on the front seats, actually enjoying his trip because that’s what he’s here to do. His weird gay friend can’t take that away from him with his brooding.
“Did something happen between you and Ryu?” Take’s concerned voice asks behind him. Hayato gets startled and hits his head to the car’s ceiling while fetching a water bottle from the plastic bag with necessities. He gets out and up fast, rubbing the painful bump in his head with tears he refuses to shed in his eyes and shrugs defiantly.
“No. Why?” he sputters and throws the bottle to Take to distract him. The smaller boy barely catches it before he sighs and bites his lip anxiously, eyeing the others on the beach nervously. Or maybe he’s just eyeing Ryu. Hayato frowns, reading into the look. “What, you have the hots for him or something? Go and hit on him, he’s gay. His own words too.”
Take looks startled as he peers at him again, trying to decipher his words. Take’s always been the closest friend Ryu has in the group, other than Hayato of course. Hayato suspects it’s because both of them seriously think too much.
“He told you?”
“Yeah. So?” Hayato scoffs and uncaps the bottle before taking a long sip. Hot. Fuck. Hot water’s nasty. He spurts it out on the ground with a grimace. “None of my business.”
“Oh,” Take mumbles and his gaze drops to the ground in defeat. “But you’re still friends?”
Wait. Take knew about this side of Ryu’s before he did? He doesn’t look startled by it and he has no idea what the boy is hinting at. He frowns suspiciously and glares at Take. Why did Take know first, huh?! Ryu’s going to hear about this. He’s furious. He thought they shared some intimate stuff sometimes, they’re best friends. Why did Take come first?! Did he hit on him too then, huh?!
“Why not?” he tries to say nonchalantly even though the aggression laces his voice pretty clear. Take flinches nervously, shrugging a little.
“Because he… you know,” Take mumbles. “…I’ll just go back -”
Hayato grabs him by his arm threateningly and throws him on the backseat of the car before crawling in as well and slamming the door shut. Take isn’t going to escape anywhere before he’s up to date. He’s the leader here, no one’s allowed to keep him in the shadow.
“He what?” he asks, heart pounding in his chest. “Spit it out. You’re not going anywhere before you tell me. I’ll keep it a secret, I promise. You can trust me.” Why does Take look like he can’t!? He’s good at keeping secrets! Jerks, each and every one of them!
“He’s pretty serious?” Take stutters in panic, pressed against the car seat with Hayato on top of him. “Been for quite a few years?”
“Well, I didn’t think he was kidding when he said he was gay!” Hayato snorts. Take must think he’s stupid then. Take gulps and shakes his head.
“I don’t know. I just thought you could find him liking you uncomfortable,” Take mumbles. “But I guess not? I mean, it’s not like he’s going to do anything about it, he knows you’re not into that. Ryu respects it. So there’s nothing to worry about, okay?” he tries to peep hopefully, sweating nervously. “He did confess to you, right? Like, properly?”
“He what,” Hayato chokes and jumps up, hitting his head against the ceiling again. “WHAT CONFESSION?!”
“Can I go back?” Take tries hopefully and yelps when Hayato grabs the front of his tank top forcefully, eyes wide in panic. “I guess not. U-um.”
“What has he been saying about me?!” Hayato screams in panic. “Oh god. Oh god. ”
“He’s going to kill me,” Take gulps and lets out a horrified chuckle. “I’m dead!”
Hayato crawls out of the car and jumps on his feet, heart hammering in his chest as he looks at his friends circled around the food they’re sharing under the blinding summer sun. Ryu looks all tousled up as he quietly sits slightly away from everyone, listening but not participating in the on-going conversation.
Likes him, huh.
That changes everything.
Author: prologuesized
Beta: pinkeuphoria1
Pairing: HayaRyu
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Summary: Hayato’s gang hits Okinawa on a road trip. Amidst the overwhelming heat, their vehicle decides to take a vacation. Hayato’s attempt to help Ryu cool down a little ends up with quite the opposite outcome.
Author Note: I was bored and elanielyn threw me the following prompt: “Hayato and Ryu are in a holiday in Okinawa and the heat is terrible. Hayato wants to refresh but somehow ends up heating things up”. Here you go, girl, consider yourself lucky because I hardly ever manage to write prompts. Maybe because this was vague and I do want to write HayaRyu, it just somehow never works out?
This was supposed to be quick smut but, cough, you know me. And halfway through I realised that I don’t feel like writing smut. Wrote it anyway XD Plus I think Ryu’s characterization might’ve gotten out of hands every now and then, somehow I couldn’t get him the way I wanted to. Anyway, enjoy the bickering and nipple talk!
(I’m taking part in the mini reel challenge at reel_johnny this year, btw. I’ve got that looong-ish fic already written out, but you’ll have to wait until their posting probably sometime in late September ♥ Look forward to it, I worked hard!)
Wordcount: 8,800
“I Like You” in a Sandy Fashion
A road trip is something Hayato has always been eager to try out, no matter what it takes. He’s watched movies about super cool stuff like that since he was eleven years old, and feels unable to grow tired of the brilliantness of it all - cool bros to accompany him, chicks on the way, new places, car, music, wind and simply awesomeness and steamy motels. His friends, well, they just had to succumb to his mindless desires. Some more willingly than others.
“This,” he had declared back then after his entirely awesome motivational speech only a few days after graduation, “is going to be the coolest week of our entire life.” His closest friends had stomped their feet and screamed in excitement. He’d seen stars then, visions of his success.
This hasn’t really been what he had envisioned, though: out of gasoline and money in motherfucking Okinawa, under the overwhelming heat no one should ever be forced to go through without air-conditioning. Hyuuga, Tsuchiya, Ryu and Take are pushing the car forward from behind so that they can ditch it somewhere by the road where they shouldn’t get any parking tickets. He’s got his window opened on the driver’s seat.
“I can’t do this anymore!” Tsuchiya wails loudly from the back, trying to get the group-leader’s attention. “How far still?!”
Hayato rolls his eyes - such lazy people his friends are - and pushes his head out of the window, looking back with an annoyed look plastered over his face to prove his point.
“Just keep pushing, won’t you?! I’ve got this under control!” He totally does, they just need to find a place to leave the car at, right? Not difficult at all. He doesn’t understand why leadership should be made complicated; most people are too full of themselves to think straight. Where a good place to park is, well, that’s completely out of his hands. His group will just have to keep pushing until then. “Just a bit more! Can’t you make this thing go any faster?!”
“Why do we have to push this thing?” Hyuuga joins in, eyeing the others desperately with his entire face covered in a layer of sweat. Hayato withdraws his head and stays positioned on the driver’s seat. No one answers Hyuuga properly - Hayato’s ears catch some groans and whimpers, but that’s about it.
When they finally find a place by the road where they can leave their vehicle for the time being, Hayato’s friends crash on the sidewalk, Tsuchiya fluttering his fan like it’s his lifeline. Ryu’s leaning against the car though, his previously white but now transparent shirt glued to his paled skin. Hayato pats his shoulder as he gets out of the car, feeling quite proud of himself.
“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” he yelps happily. “Who wants to hit the beach?!”
His friends groan and roll on the ground as answer, looking and sounding pained like never before. It’s absolutely ridiculous, they’ve been a gang and gotten beaten up so much that this shouldn’t feel like much more than a pinch now. Hayato’s friends are wussies though, and that’s exactly why he’s the leader. Someone has to be a good example.
In the end his friends - other than Ryu - nearly crawl to the water in order to cool down their bodies. Hayato goes along with them and then it’s all fun and great again like a road trip should be - until Tsuchiya disappears somewhere with a couple of chicks that barely give him a second look and Take and Hyuuga team up to go and beg for some food, money and water from the town, thanks to their quite sad financial situation. Ryu, of course, hasn’t moved an inch from the small shade he’s found by a huge rock. Hayato makes his way towards him confidently, ready to drag him into the water if that’s what it takes. He’s not going to let his friend get a heatstroke, not under his watch.
“Oi! Ryu!” he yells already from afar, jogging so that sand splashes around and glues itself uncomfortably on his legs. “You’re such a bore, you know that, right?”
Ryu sighs and turns his head away. He’s leaning against the rock looking like a walking zombie prepared to die all over again, and his mood hasn’t improved one bit since morning, really. Ryu has a few moods Hayato is able to identify with close observation - apathetic, cranky-but-unwilling-to-let-it-out, slightly humoured and murderously snarky and stubborn. Maybe that’s why he dyed his hair to become a ginger. Hayato has heard that gingers are devils. Devils are beasts and Ryu is a beast. It’s quite fitting.
“What’s your problem, self-esteem issues?” Hayato teases him. It’s all playful even if his tone sounds pretty mean when he says it. Ryu knows it by now, Hayato’s sure about that from the way he glares at him. Yup, pretty sure. “Is this about the nipples?”
“No,” Ryu answers and looks away from him, following the waves as they hit the shore and break apart, reaching towards the land and wetting the torching sand. Hayato crashes down next to him and drapes a wet arm around his friend’s shoulder, pulling him closer. They’re bros and Ryu’s obviously got a problem, he’s entitled to do that.
“So. What is it then?” he insists, pushing one finger inside the crack under the first button and bending it to pull on it lightly. Ryu’s entire form stiffens but he refuses to turn his gaze at Hayato. Yes, there’s definitely a problem. “Are you too good for that? No, wait, I know this,” he gasps excitedly, only barely managing to withhold his burst of mean laughter. “You’re really traditional, aren’t you?! No body exposure before marriage, right?”
That makes Ryu glare at him. The look in his eyes is disbelieving and Hayato feels like Ryu’s trying to make a point here, that point being that Hayato’s such an idiot it’s too hard for him to even imagine. “So it’s the first one then, huh?” he concludes with a nod and sucks his lips. “You’re just too posh for that.”
“I just feel uncomfortable,” Ryu cuts in with a strong voice, shrugging slightly. Hayato can feel the movement of his muscles and bones under his arm. “I don’t like it when I don’t have clothes on.”
“Just the shirt?” Hayato peeps merrily, leaning towards his friend. “C’mon, Ryu. You’ll get a heatstroke here, you can’t keep wearing those long-sleeved dress-shirts forever. No one will look at you weirdly or anything if you take a little off. Don’t be so self-conscious, it’s not like you’re ugly or anything.”
“I don’t need a self-image boost,” Ryu notes coldly and removes Hayato’s arm from around him. Hayato purses his lips in displeasure, clenching his teeth together. Rejection always makes him feel like people think lowly of him. Maybe he’s the one who’s actually self-conscious. Not that he’s ever going to admit to it, not during this lifetime. “It’s my decision.”
“Then I’ll drag you to the water,” Hayato threatens and Ryu flinches visibly. Hayato’s never really gotten this prissy and defiant side of Ryu that hates everything so much. No wonder he looks like life is no fun for him. But oh well, this is his chance anyway. “Take it off or we’re going.”
“I’ll decide for myself,” Ryu insists with a frustrated sigh and wipes his sweaty forehead with the back of a shaky hand he struggles to keep steady. “Where did the others go? Go run after them.”
“I don’t know where they are!” Hayato exclaims loudly and waves his hand towards the beach. “It’s fucking stranded in here! Not even girls in bikinis around, this beach sucks.”
Ryu’s quiet again. He closes his eyes and rests his head against the cool rock, gulping a bit. He looks really exhausted and Hayato feels a sting of remorse for bullying him when he’s obviously so tired. He really needs to cool off.
Then again, the tiredness puts Ryu at a disadvantage. Good for him, he can actually use this sudden moment of transparent weakness for Ryu’s own good. There’s a reason his friends have stuck with him for so long - he’s always there to protect them. Ryu is not an exception, even if he acts all strong and withdrawn.
“So this is about the nipples,” he continues lazily and pokes at one of the small nubs through the shirt. “Your tiny micro-nipples. You know, some people have a thing for that. Mini nipples.”
“This is not about the nipples,” Ryu groans lowly. Some lines form on his forehead - he’s starting to get pissed. Good, that’s what Hayato’s aiming at. He knows his friend. There’s only so much time you can hide how you work, after all.
“What is it? Are you getting chest hair?” Hayato teases, realising that now that he thought of it he’s actually really curious about it. He brings his palm over his friend’s chest and Ryu’s hand shoots up to grab his wrist. His hold definitely isn’t weak, even if he looks ready to pass out. “You are getting chest hair!” he exclaims loudly, eyes widening in disbelief.
“Of course not,” Ryu snorts at him and pushes his hand away. “Not at this age, idiot. You’re drawing conclusions too fast.”
How would he have known? Ryu could’ve. He doesn’t look like the hairy type, but looks can be deceiving.
“Well, there’s something you’re embarrassed about,” he declares smugly and crosses his arms. “Maybe you’ve got a huge, ugly scar there then. Like, some surgery or shit. Maybe your dad didn’t keep you at home after all, maybe you were in a hospital.”
“You know yourself that isn’t true,” Ryu snarls, grinding his teeth. “That would show through the shirt anyway. I’m not embarrassed, I just don’t like taking my shirt off. It’s a stylistic preference.”
“Posh,” Hayato scoffs. “Nah, you’re just saying stuff because you’re embarrassed. I know you,” he claims, making sure to add the emphasis accordingly to push Ryu’s buttons. He’ll take this hook and think he’s stupid and prove it, Ryu does that. “I can read you inside out!”
“I am not embarrassed.”
“Are too.” Take it off. He’ll take it off, Hayato can see it in his eyes. It’s hard to look like he doesn’t know. People should appreciate his acting skills more.
“Fine, if it’s such a big deal for you,” Ryu finally snaps and starts unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m not embarrassed. I can go shirtless if I want to, asshole.” Button after button his shirt opens and then he pulls the thin fabric off him and yes, that’s much better. Success. Ryu’s skin is sweaty and Hayato can sense the radiating heat.
“Hmmm,” he stares and tilts his head. “I guess you’re right.”
Ryu looks annoyed as he closes his eyes again, breathing heavily. Hayato follows his Adam’s apple as he gulps in the heat. Alright, now he’s starting to get really concerned about that heatstroke. He can’t have Ryu puking all over the place, that’s just embarrassing and so not cool, not if it isn’t related to drinking too much booze. That scenario would be quite hilarious, though.
He gets up on his feet, blocking the sun so that Ryu cracks his eyes curiously. Then he throws the boy forcefully over his shoulder and Ryu reacts violently, punching him in the shoulder so hard Hayato’s afraid his friend will actually shatter his bones.
“Chill out!” he wails, trying to hold on to the other boy. “Ginger!”
“Put me down,” Ryu suggests coldly, ready to unleash his fury. Hayato’s brain starts ticking the countdown. This is not good. He puts his friend down but pushes him against the huge rock to keep him in place. “The fuck are you doing?” Swearing. Now he’s really pissed.
“I’ll take you to the sea to cool off,” he announces. “Take your pants off unless you want them to get wet.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Ryu argues back. He doesn’t fight though, just stands where he is with his arms hanging limply by his sides. He knows Hayato finds it infuriating. He doesn’t say anything more either, only glares and probably tries to use some sort of psychological trick on him to make him feel remorse for overpowering him. Well, Ryu can go to hell. He isn’t going to bow down.
They clash too much. Sometimes it creates explosions and they’ll go by pretending everything’s fine for weeks without really exchanging any words to each other. Sometimes Hayato wonders if Ryu finds himself lonely at those times. He knows he himself does. But he can’t quite read Ryu at those times. He’s not sure if he wants to know the answer either, it’d be embarrassing if he’d be the only softy. His friends would never stop bullying him.
“Take them off,” he suggests again with a serious voice. He looks into Ryu’s eyes but the young man doesn’t budge, only stares back. He’s a bit stiff, though. Prepared for Hayato’s next move. Well, he’s practically begging for it so Hayato might as well give it to him. Asshole who doesn’t know what’s best for him. He rolls his eyes and they both move at the same time, hands racing towards Ryu’s pants.
It’s a struggle and they fall down on the sand. It burns Ryu’s back and the boy bites his lips but refuses to cry out as he struggles with Hayato, splashing sand around. Hayato isn’t surprised to find himself as the winner, yanking the pants to Ryu’s ankles and then off along with his shoes.
“Better,” he says, just to spite the man. He smirks and pats his shoulder, listening to the panting underneath him. It’s a bit arousing. Probably because he won the fight and is a bit dosed up on adrenaline. With Ryu their fights could really turn either way. Maybe that’s why people sometimes mistook Ryu for the second leader of the former 3-D class. Hayato isn’t sure if Ryu considered himself one too, though. He could’ve. But Hayato would never admit aloud that he might maybe perhaps have shared his power a tiny bit.
“Get off me,” Ryu says calmly. He looks like an angry cat, full of himself and murderous, ready to give you hell by doing every infuriating thing he knows. Punching him in the face isn’t one of the things that he can actually handle though.
“I will,” he answers and gets off, yanking Ryu on his feet as well from his wrist. Ryu tries to reach down for his pants but Hayato starts pulling him towards the ocean. Ryu might dislike it, but sometimes he has to think for him because someone has to be the rational person with brains.
“I’m not going to the ocean, Hayato,” Ryu says, trying to keep his voice void of any traces of emotion. He fails though - Hayato can hear the concern. He wraps his arms around his friend to trap his arms against his sides and starts pushing him forward forcibly.
“It’s good for you,” he chimes happily as they start tumbling to the water together. “You won’t die from it, little kitty cat, so shut up and get in. You’ll feel better afterwards.”
Ryu puts up a struggle when they’re mid-shin in and they both lose their footing on the wet sand, crashing in the water with a loud and painful splash. Ryu’s gasping for air like a fish out of water and combing his hair back with his hand, absolutely horrified for a second or two before he manages to calm himself down. Hayato grabs him and starts dragging him deeper in, smug about his successful day.
“Hayato, I don’t like the ocean,” Ryu mumbles. His teeth are clattering but Hayato just smiles at him and changes his hold onto just simply entwining their fingers under the surface layer of the water. Ryu follows him, maybe a bit resentfully, but he follows nonetheless and that’s good enough.
“No one will see you here,” he tells his friend with an encouraging voice. Ryu smacks the back of his head crankily - murderous Ryu mood dangerously approaching. He should keep track of that then.
“I don’t have self-esteem issues,” Ryu snarls, starting to sound annoyed because Hayato makes him sound like a repeating record. “I’m fine with myself.”
“Even with the nipples?”
Ryu cringes. “Even with the nipples,” he finally says. Hayato isn’t completely sure whether he means his words or not, but he’s at least prepared to appear confident about them. “Why are you so insistent on discussing my nipples? Don’t you have anything better to say?”
“I think your nipples are funny,” Hayato admits with a snicker. Ryu splashes water on him. Oh, so he does have a playful side. Or maybe just a pissed off one. “They’re so tiny! I’ve never seen such tiny nipples! They’re hilarious!”
“Pervert,” Ryu rolls his eyes and lets go of Hayato’s hand underneath the water. Hayato’s offended - he’s a pervert, yes, but he can be smooth about it and he knows better than to have the hots for a guy who’s painfully clearly asexual. He doesn’t do people like that.
Ryu’s eyeing the shore nervously, scanning for people. His arms are crossed over his chest again and he does look a bit better and more alert, so all Hayato can really do is conclude that his mission was a downright success.
“What is it with you?” he scoffs and pokes his friend’s nape with his index finger. “Are you a virgin or something?”
“Look who’s talking,” Ryu notes and turns his head to look back at him over his shoulder. “It’s not like you wouldn’t be a virgin. It’s kind of pathetic really,” he shrugs with an apathetic look on his face again, eyes averting carelessly. “Considering the effort you’ve put into hooking up. You should try less, you come out creepy.”
It’s a pang straight under Hayato’s belt and he gasps, outraged.
“I’ll get laid before the end of this road trip,” he declares determinately, making sure to give his most intimidating look while turning Ryu around in the water. “You can bet on that!”
“I might,” Ryu notes with a weary voice and a shrug. “Who’d take you?”
“Someone with better taste than you,” Hayato argues back and wraps his arms around his friend’s lower back, pulling him close sleazily. “Much, much better, I might say. Then again, you’re boring and would never please anyone. I don’t think anyone wants to bang a fish.”
“A fish, huh,” Ryu glares at him with an unimpressed look in his eyes. His lips are slightly strained the way they are when he’s trying to contain his emotions though, so Hayato doesn’t really know how he actually feels. Maybe that’s his weak spot. Asexuality. It must be embarrassing for a man, really. A man who can’t do his job, no wonder he probably feels sometimes like he’s no good.
“Yeah, that’s right. A fish. You’d just lie still and look bored. No fun with that,” he continues nonetheless, pressing their chests together and playfully nipping at Ryu’s earlobe. “It’s a pity, really,” he whispers with a raspy voice and Ryu shivers. His muscles go tense and Hayato grins, pleased with himself - he’s clearly making a point here. He’d be a darn good fuck in comparison.
“You’re molesting me.”
“Are you feeling bothered?” Hayato snickers and smacks his lips before pressing them against the skin of Ryu’s temple. He’s in power and it feels thrilling. “It’s not like I’d fuck you.”
“Not like I’d fuck you either.”
“You should,” Hayato snaps and slides his hands lower. His palms travel down Ryu’s flat stomach and to the sharp features of his hips before he teasingly presses his hand to cup Ryu’s crotch and - oh.
Ryu’s breathing against the side of his neck. He’s silent but Hayato can hear his heart hammering even over the sound of the constant waves. He’s really tense again but he isn’t withdrawing which is kind of freaky because… well…
“You’re still molesting me,” Ryu finally points out with an icy snarl. “Even you can’t be stupid enough not to know where you’re hand is.”
“You’re fucking aroused,” Hayato whines, his voice rising a few octaves. It’s embarrassing. “The water isn’t even that warm and you’re…” He really should pull his hand away and scream because he’s getting violated here but somehow the reaction isn’t hitting in. Freaky.
Ryu turns around and withdraws with a cold look. He starts making his way towards the shore again and all Hayato can really do is stand dumbfounded, unable to quite digest the situation. Why? How? Really? Wait, just WHAT.
“Are you gay?!” he yells after him. The waves mostly steal his voice but Ryu turns his head around anyway, catching his speech like the good friend he is. He looks angry in the embarrassed way, ready to lock himself in when it won’t take away his pride anymore. Ryu’s building his shields and that can’t really be a good thing because Hayato hates that stuff. It makes talking to Ryu difficult.
“I could be,” comes the defiant answer before Ryu curses at the air hitting his wet skin. Hayato jogs the rest of the way, getting goose-bumped himself, and extends his arm to grab a hold of Ryu’s arm but Ryu doesn’t let him. He must’ve really crossed some line here then, which is ridiculous because it isn’t like he would’ve done anything, it was Ryu who started fucking getting firm down there inside his boxers and god he has to stop thinking about Ryu’s boxers or he’s going to take a look and - oh, who cares, he might as well take that look and it’s not like Ryu’s super hard or anything, just reacting a tiny bit and now he feels like a voyeur. Great. It’d be fine if Ryu was a chick, but…
Ryu crashes down on the sand and sits with his back against the rock again, clearly displeased with everything. Hayato doesn’t sit down but merely stands in front of him with his arms crossed. He keeps nervously shifting his weight from one foot to another and his breathing might be hitching a little, but he’s trying to act all nonchalant. It isn’t working, he soon notices, so he takes another approach - attacking Ryu so that he won’t be the embarrassing person here.
“So you get it up for men then,” he barks and kicks a little sand back with his foot to increase his intimidation. “Didn’t know that.”
“I don’t see why it would be something to advertise,” Ryu sighs, not bothering to look at him. “If it makes you feel any better, go and tell everyone, but remember that it was you who started feeling me up to notice it. That won’t look too good on your record.”
“Shut up!” Hayato snaps, unable to come up with a more intelligent comeback. “You’re the one who likes guys!”
“Does it really bother you that much?” Ryu asks, brushing sand off his bony leg. “If so, just say it. If it really changes me that much.”
“IT CHANGES EVERYTHING,” Hayato barks again, feeling pretty horrified and confused about the revelation. “You want to get in our pants!”
“Hayato,” Ryu sighs and rubs his temples. Now he’s going to make him sound like a stupid child again. “I prefer men on a sexual sense. It doesn’t mean I want to sleep with every man within my eyesight.”
“Just me then?” Hayato insists.
“Definitely not you,” comes the snarky comeback and Ryu’s eyes narrow dangerously. “I’d go for Tsucchi before I’d go for you, trust me. I can’t imagine how disgusting you’d be. You do know there’s a reason why all those women rejected you, right?”
Hayato can feel his heart shatter. Ryu’s fucking mean. Seriously, what could be wrong with him - he looks good, he’s ready to have a good time, he isn’t small if he gets to say so himself and he has a fucking heart which is something many men won’t offer and it just adds to his charm and he’d be a fucking great lay, people just don’t appreciate him. Ryu included.
He sits on Ryu’s lap and grabs him by the hair, breathing against his face. Ryu cringes and tries to turn his head away but Hayato doesn’t let him. He needs to prove his point here. If feeling up his gay best friend is what it takes, then he’s going to do it.
“What are you doing, Yabuki?” Ryu snarls at him, appearing to be angry and bored which are both Ryu’s permanent facial expressions so he can just ignore all of that as he presses a wet kiss over one of Ryu’s sharp cheekbones. “Get off, that’s disgusting.”
Ryu tastes salty, probably because of the water. It makes Hayato’s head spin from thirst - it really is hot here and there’s only so much the seawater can do about hydration. He’s pretty determined not to give up before Ryu’s hard and needy though, so he’ll just have to put up with that.
“You do know that what you’re doing is illegal, right?” Ryu checks with him grumpily when he dips his head to the hollow space under Ryu’s chin and starts nibbling at his throat while one of his hands travels downwards to pinch one of Ryu’s nipples and brush it firmly. “Illegal, Hayato. Weren’t we supposed to drop that?”
“Shut up,” Hayato moans and locks his lips with Ryu’s, one hand firmly on his neck, cupping the back of his head and one draped around his lower back. He realises too late that it’s his first kiss and he’s just blown it off with a man but since it’s gone already, all he can do is try to make it matter then. He sucks on Ryu’s lips and the boy lets out a sigh through his nose, refusing to open up. Jerk.
When he withdraws, Ryu raises his eyebrows mockingly. “That was it?” he asks with a huff and Hayato can feel heat rushing to his face. He has a feeling this spectacular plan of his is about to backfire. “What a lousy kiss.”
“What, you can do better?” he shoots back furiously. Ryu shrugs with a hint of a grin and raises his hands to wrap them around Hayato’s neck. His fingers gently play with Hayato’s hair and he has to suppress a shiver, feeling all sensitive and embarrassed all of sudden. His heart is hammering and he wonders if Ryu really will kiss him. He wouldn’t mind, he kind of wants to kiss, even if it’s with Ryu.
Ryu’s lips barely graze over his and he lets out a whimper. His mouth is dry while he waits, tries to tilt his head a little but Ryu doesn’t come closer, he’s just there with his lips parted and Hayato steals a look from his eyes and he’s fucking watching, he should’ve known Ryu’s into kinky stuff like that. So this is a power game too, then. Great. He’s just managed to make himself look submissive.
“You won’t get points for being a tease,” Hayato notes crankily and glares at his friend challengingly. “Are you too much of a pussy to actually do it? You’re all talk, Ryu. That’s why I’m the leader.”
“You only think you are,” Ryu whispers back at him and Hayato’s still thinking about that sentence when Ryu’s lips finally press over his and the kiss is hungry, Ryu’s attacking his upper lip and making him gasp before the man pushes his tongue in and it’s fucking awkward and what did Ryu mean with his words?!
The thoughts erase themselves from Hayato’s mind when Ryu lets out a quiet moan and laps at his tongue. He shivers and his heart hammers like crazy and he isn’t really sure how to answer back and when did Ryu learn how to kiss, it’s totally unfair. Ryu withdraws his tongue and gives his lips one last smooch before grinning triumphantly and damn, he must’ve just lost.
“What, do you want me now?” Ryu asks lazily and rests his hands on Hayato’s hips. He must’ve been staring. “Not feeling quite so homophobic after all?”
“Shut up,” Hayato barks at him and shoves his shoulders back against the rock painfully, probably bruising them. “This has nothing to do with you being gay!” Wait, it did, didn’t it? What was this about? He confuses himself and being confused while arguing with Ryu can be fatal for him, he should know that by now. This whole kiss thing was probably just his trick to make him confused. That bastard!
“Get off then,” Ryu suggests and just rests against the rock again. “Before you end up losing your virginity. That’d be embarrassing now, wouldn’t it?”
“This has your virginity on the line too,” Hayato reminds Ryu childishly, feeling quite proud of himself for thinking of that. It’s not like Ryu would throw that away for him, Ryu’s a prude. Except that… no. Nooo. He can’t only think he is because he never went out with them to hit on some girls, that logic doesn’t work anymore. But it doesn’t change who Ryu is and Ryu’s totally not into anything, probably even his own hand!
“I’m the one who prefers men,” Ryu reminds Hayato with a swift brush of his nipple. Hayato can feel the heat rushing to his face again. “I don’t think I’d die from it. Besides, people make such a big deal out of virginity. It’s ridiculous. It’s just one of the many times, probably the worst too.”
“I’m not homophobic,” Hayato snarls back at his friend and presses their foreheads intimidatingly together. “You don’t have the upper hand here!”
“What, now you want to sleep with me?” Ryu scoffs, trying to look him in the eyes even though they’re so close it’s difficult to find focus. “Hayato, I think you could use some self-searching before that.”
“I don’t,” Hayato insists - self-search is for wussies, and he certainly isn’t one. He prefers to live the moment and make his fucking own decisions without dwelling too much on it. He presses his lips against Ryu’s again and gives him a clumsy kiss while he keeps massaging his bony sides with his hands. Ryu pulls him closer.
“What, you want me after all?” Hayato gasps excitedly and purrs in Ryu’s ear, tracing his shoulder blades with his fingers. He’s heard that light touches are arousing, might as well try it. Ryu sinks his teeth in his shoulder and yanks on his hair. It’s quite painful. Of course this is how they’ll do it if they’ll… do it.
“You need someone to show you how it’s done,” Ryu notes nonchalantly, even though he sounds slightly out of breath. “Can’t have you running around and being bad at this.”
“Fuck you,” Hayato growls spitefully and slips his hand inside Ryu’s wet boxers. Ryu gulps barely visibly and runs his fingers through Hayato’s hair with darkened eyes, clearly in pleasure but holding back. His cock starts swelling in Hayato’s fist and he grins at Ryu viciously. “I think you’re just saying that, you know.”
“You’re harder than me,” Ryu notes, making Hayato looks down confusedly and - oh, how did he miss that?! He flushes red and slams Ryu harder against the rock, ignoring the pained groan emitting from the frailer boy. He deserves it for trying to embarrass him all the time.
“You’re just embarrassed,” he spits back while ripping Ryu’s boxers down his thighs. Ryu shivers stiffly, clearly not very eager to be exposed in public. Hayato briefly scans the area but it’s still just as deserted as it was ages ago. No one’s here, it’s just the two of them. “You’re trying to embarrass me to distract me. You’re embarrassed.”
“Whatever you say, Hayato,” Ryu answers with a strained voice and tilts his head slightly when Hayato starts showering his chest with kisses. “If that theory makes you feel better.”
Hayato answers by taking him in his mouth and Ryu shuts up, searching for a better balance by bending his knees and pressing his cheek against the rock. Hayato hums, content about his success, and laps at Ryu’s length, coating it with his saliva.
“If you’re going to do that, you could at least suck,” Ryu notes after a while, burying his hands inside the sand to hide his clenched fists. Hayato glares at him before following Ryu’s prompt (not an order, he isn’t being bossed around) and hollowing his cheeks while sucking him. Ryu lets out a weak whimper and Hayato knows he’s doing something right.
“Come on, don’t hold it back,” he teases before going down again, giving Ryu a smug look. The boy glares at him with rosy cheeks and shuts his lips tightly, attempting to only breathe through his nose to keep the voices in. Stubborn as always. Oh well. He gropes Ryu’s thighs while he’s at it and keeps increasing the speed - if Ryu likes it violent, he’s going to get it like that.
Ryu grows incredibly warm again and he shivers under Hayato’s touch. He doesn’t really touch Hayato at all which is completely unfair because Hayato feels used and that totally isn’t what he’s aiming at here. He raises his hands to scratch at Ryu’s chest and the boy’s breathing hitches.
He’s going to win this one if he makes him react, though, that’s right. He’s determined to give Ryu the best orgasm of his miserable, asexual life with his mouth and hands which he uses to fondle the boy’s sack. Ryu’s throwing his head back and groaning in frustration. His erection is actually swelling so much it enlarges in Hayato’s mouth. He laps at the tip and swipes his tongue around the slit, feeling the boy’s abs quiver under his fingertips. It’s a brilliant feeling.
Ryu comes in his mouth without a warning. He doesn’t make a sound other than a breath significantly louder than his normal ones. His eyes are closed and mouth too before he lets it drop open. Hayato wipes his lips clean and hugs the younger boy’s mid-body, unwilling to withdraw.
Ryu’s really exhausted, though. He trembles and when his head droops, his dry and chapped lips graze his shoulder. Hayato whimpers, well aware of his… problem downstairs which he would prefer to be taken care of. He’s not sure how this is going now at all, but if he’s the only one not getting anything out of this, he’s going to be pissed.
He pulls Ryu down on the sand and climbs on top of him. He starts showering him with kisses all over his shoulders, neck and face to remind him about his existence as well. Ryu has his eyes closed and his eyelids quiver when Hayato touches a particularly sensitive spot.
After it’s gone on for quite a few minutes, Hayato turns into nibbling among the kisses. Ryu’s giving him an odd smile and his hand finds its way to his hair which he keeps stroking and god it’s annoying because Ryu’s such a tease and he should really take a hint here before Hayato’s going to shove it down his throat or something. Of course Ryu gets molested if he’s acting ignorant like that. Fucking idiot. He surely enjoys his little power trip, that brat.
A long while passes again and Hayato’s erection slowly dies away. He’s quite proud of himself - self-control has never really been his thing, so it’s a miracle he hasn’t pressed hard yet. He’s still feeling very insistent, though, and if Ryu thinks he’ll get away with this then he’s dead wrong. Hayato’s the leader. His group better do whatever he wants them to, even if it means dealing with his dick. Especially if he’s dealt with theirs. This is ridiculous.
He snakes his hands under Ryu’s butt and spreads him determinately. The boy struggles but he struggles back, keeping his place between the boy’s legs and dipping his upper body down to suck at Ryu’s jugular, hoping it’ll set him in the mood a bit.
“I’m not doing that here,” Ryu snaps at him and shoves him harshly, giving him his best disinterested look. Hayato sucks in a frustrated growl and nibs at Ryu’s throat, eager to make him change his mind. Ryu doesn’t turn his head away, he doesn’t move at all. He isn’t withdrawing his palms from Hayato’s chest either. This really is a ‘no’ then.
“C’mon,” Hayato murmurs with a thick and aroused voice, grinding their hips together. “You were the one who was gay, too. Or are you starting to feel like a prude now?” Ryu should grasp the challenge, that’s his thread for overpowering him. He’s willing to use it if it gets him laid now. Ryu lets out a frustrated exhale and presses his lips together to a tight line. Not interested. Damn it. “God, you’re so annoying!”
“I’m not going to do it here,” Ryu tells him and kicks the sand with his foot, sending it flying. “I’m not going to get sand up my ass just because you feel horny.”
Alright, Ryu might have a point. It doesn’t make Hayato feel any less hot and bothered though, and the sun torching his skin isn’t helping either. He’s angry, pissed, furious, frustrated and everything else because this fucking sucks and it’s all Ryu’s fault. He should have a say in this too. And he’s saying yes. It should count as 50% and that should round it up to a yes.
He thinks hard while Ryu lies immobile under him, waiting for him to give up and get off. He looks around and looks at the sea, waves and shit and… bingo. He grins victoriously and Ryu raises his eyebrows questioningly, clearly expecting more idiocy from his side. Well, he’s about to blow his mind and he knows that so Ryu can suck up that annoying attitude of his and let him be the leader he is.
“We’ll do it in the water,” he announces his idea proudly and smooches Ryu’s lips to prove his point. He thinks he’s starting to get more confident with it. Ryu’s lips are good for kissing, so full, especially now that they’re swollen. “It’s not that cold. And it isn’t sandy.”
Ryu seems to consider it, even though he’s trying very hard to look like he isn’t. Hayato grins and sits up next to Ryu, pulling him up helpfully. He can be a gentleman about this if it gives him a few required extra points. Ryu’s a difficult lay. Hayato constantly feels like he has standards and he’s barely there. He wants to be better. A good choice.
“What, aren’t you adventurous at all?!” he snaps at his friend when Ryu still refuses to answer, only sitting still with a guarded look on his face. “Ryu, you know I wouldn’t hurt you!”
“No, I know you would,” Ryu snorts and rolls his eyes. Hayato purses his lips, feeling hurt about the sudden declaration. He’s always been there to protect Ryu and this is what he gets then, huh. Great. Good to know his effort is appreciated.
He yanks Ryu up on his feet and starts pulling him towards the ocean again by his hand after kicking his own boxers off. Ryu follows, not really catching up with him. How does Ryu do it, making him feel like he’s totally victimizing him all the time? He could say no if he wouldn’t want it himself, can’t he sometimes show a little interest? Jerk.
They make it to the water and Hayato wraps his arms around Ryu, holding him close to gain some confidence again. This isn’t really about feelings or anything like that but he doesn’t know exactly what Ryu wants and Ryu’s making him look like a jerk and it’s annoying him. He kisses Ryu’s temple and squeezes him closer, feeling his own heart hammering inside his chest.
Ryu threads his fingers through Hayato’s wet and messy locks and sighs in defeat before kissing him on the lips gently. Hayato makes sure to kiss back with a little more heat and lets his hands travel lower to cup the younger man’s buttocks and raise him up a bit. The water makes supporting him easy after Ryu wraps his legs around Hayato’s hips, looking nervous and angry because Ryu really hates feeling weak and hesitant. Hayato awkwardly pushes his tongue in and lets it tangle with Ryu’s. They’re really no good at this kissing thing.
Ryu sighs against his ear and traces Hayato’s muscled back with his fingers, drawing out the outlines of his features. He presses a little more encouragingly with his thighs and tilts his head to rest it on Hayato’s shoulder. Hayato takes it as a cue to prod his entrance with his finger experimentally. He can feel Ryu’s muscles tense in hesitant anticipation.
“I can’t do this if you’re like that,” Hayato snarls against the harsh bone of Ryu’s jaw and gulps. “Ease up.”
Ryu bites his lip but eventually does. Hayato doesn’t see his face but he can only imagine the inner fight he must be having. Ryu always thinks too much. “Better,” he murmurs soothingly and pushes the first finger deeper in. Ryu’s body twitches and he sighs deeply. There’s a hoarse and grumpy tone to it, though. Hayato isn’t quite sure about the outcome of this experiment at all.
A bigger wave almost throws him off balance and Ryu curses when he tries to help him with his hands, splashing water around. “This was a bad idea,” he grumbles and Hayato answers it with a demeaning scoff, unimpressed by Ryu’s complaint. He pushes another finger in and Ryu presses tightly against him, his legs shifting nervously. “Too fast. Move them more, you idiot.”
“Well it’s tight!” Hayato tries to defend himself while he bends his fingers, kind of freaked out about the feeling. It’s his first time, not like he’s going to be a master at it straightaway! “Do it yourself if I’m so bad at it!”
“I can’t in this position,” Ryu notes coldly and yanks at his hair, one hand on his shoulder to keep balance. “My muscles are starting to hurt already. Can’t we just get this done with.”
Hayato rolls his eyes and removes his fingers, starting to pump his own member underwater a bit to prepare himself. Ryu’s complaints aren’t exactly a turn-on. Ryu’s breathing hard against his ear though and it’s much better when he’s less verbal and just looks pretty in his arms. Gingers. He chuckles to himself and Ryu shifts uncomfortably in his arms.
He prods Ryu’s entrance with the head of his erection, making Ryu squirm uneasily. He doesn’t say a word though so Hayato takes it as a permission to enter. He pushes in and fuck, Ryu’s really tight and he isn’t breathing at all. When he’s midway in he wraps his arms around Ryu’s back and guides him better.
“Breathe, you’re too tense,” he complains and awkwardly rubs Ryu’s back. He doesn’t really know what to do, this whole situation is strange and absurd and god, what the fuck are they doing? “Ryu,” he gulps pressingly and lets out a sigh. He feels Ryu draw in a breath and then another. Better. “You’re not hurting, are you?”
“Well guess,” Ryu scoffs with a shaky voice, refusing to bring his face to Hayato’s field of vision. “This is saltwater.”
“So?”
Ryu groans and fists more of Hayato’s hair in his hands. He’s breathing now, though, much better than before and Hayato lifts him up a little experimentally, making him stop right away. Great. This is not going to work out. He’s still aroused, though, and he’s getting really frustrated and pained because Ryu’s taking too long. He pushes further in again and Ryu curls up against him. At least now he’s breathing so loud that Hayato can hear it.
He starts moving and whimpering in pleasure, hands on Ryu’s hips. The water is making him feel light to carry and guide which is good because Ryu isn’t doing enough himself. His nails are digging in Hayato’s back and breathing comes out hard and hitched. His head is cast down and Hayato grabs him by the hair to pull him backwards so that he can see him because he feels like he really wants to see.
“Good?” he checks with his friend. Ryu gulps and tries to bury his head in Hayato’s neck but Hayato forces him to a kiss that makes him gasp and moan hoarsely as he keeps moving in and out. Ryu’s trying to meet him a little but it’s difficult with their position.
Hayato gets rougher and Ryu throws his head back, mouth hanging helplessly open in the shape of an oval. Hayato finds that quite arousing, especially when he makes a sharper push and hears an unsuppressed whimper. Sex is brilliant, he figures, even though he’s quite annoyed. It isn’t like jacking off, it’s much more complicated and difficult than that. Then again, it can feel so much more arousing. His touch doesn’t even compare to Ryu’s.
He presses his mouth down on Ryu’s nipples and sucks on them, fascinated by his response. Ryu’s hold on his shoulder tightens and he’s holding his breath again, muscles clenching around Hayato’s throbbing need. Oh fuck yes. He rubs the other one with his thumb and feels Ryu’s whole body tremble in pleasure. He must be getting something right here.
One of Ryu’s hands slips between their bodies and his forehead presses against Hayato’s shoulder, lips quivering. “Let it out,” Hayato murmurs, nearing his own orgasm while trying to move Ryu’s hips as fast as he can. It’s actually quite difficult with the water. “Come on, let it out, Ryu. Let me hear you.”
Ryu bites his lip and refuses to obey, as expected. He barely breathes as he fists himself and moves his hips desperately, pressing against Hayato as hard as he can. Their bodies are glued together by the saltwater and Hayato’s groaning, his hands shaking while he’s guiding Ryu. His muscles are seriously starting to protest but he’s not about to give in now, not this close. No fucking way.
Ryu comes before him. There’s a silent mewl while his entire body flexes and he buries his face in Hayato’s neck, searching for closeness, breathing rapid but finally more proper. Hayato’s kind of mad at him for finishing before him but he manages to find completion soon anyway. Ryu climbs up his chest a little clumsily to remove Hayato’s flaccid member from inside of him before he drops his feet back to the sandy ground.
They stare at each other defiantly, trying to cover up the sudden awkwardness. Hayato purses his lips and hawks, eyeing Ryu suspiciously. It felt like a good idea before, but now. Now… he’s not quite sure what now. This was a fight, wasn’t it? He has no idea who won. Better act like he won then, right?
“See, I can get laid,” he announces smugly with his hands on his hips. “Even you can’t resist me.”
“Shut up,” Ryu rolls his eyes, seemingly unimpressed as he starts making his way towards the shore again. He isn’t limping which is probably good, but then again Ryu would refuse to limp anyway unless it was really unavoidable. His footsteps are brisk as he makes his way towards their pile of clothes near the big rock.
Hayato scoffs grumpily and makes his way after his friend. Alright, this whole thing counts as one of those unexplainable and weird fights between them again then, huh. Great. Absolutely brilliant. If Ryu wants it that way, he can have it then. It’s not like he’s a mind-reader. This whole mess is Ryu’s fault to begin with.
It takes hours for the others to come back. Hyuuga and Take have actually managed to collect some food and Tsucchi’s back as well. They make camp on the beach and chat about some funny and light stuff and travel plans once they find more gasoline for the vehicle. Ryu can have that little grumpy and silent fit of his on the backseat and Hayato can blast some music with Tsucchi on the front seats, actually enjoying his trip because that’s what he’s here to do. His weird gay friend can’t take that away from him with his brooding.
“Did something happen between you and Ryu?” Take’s concerned voice asks behind him. Hayato gets startled and hits his head to the car’s ceiling while fetching a water bottle from the plastic bag with necessities. He gets out and up fast, rubbing the painful bump in his head with tears he refuses to shed in his eyes and shrugs defiantly.
“No. Why?” he sputters and throws the bottle to Take to distract him. The smaller boy barely catches it before he sighs and bites his lip anxiously, eyeing the others on the beach nervously. Or maybe he’s just eyeing Ryu. Hayato frowns, reading into the look. “What, you have the hots for him or something? Go and hit on him, he’s gay. His own words too.”
Take looks startled as he peers at him again, trying to decipher his words. Take’s always been the closest friend Ryu has in the group, other than Hayato of course. Hayato suspects it’s because both of them seriously think too much.
“He told you?”
“Yeah. So?” Hayato scoffs and uncaps the bottle before taking a long sip. Hot. Fuck. Hot water’s nasty. He spurts it out on the ground with a grimace. “None of my business.”
“Oh,” Take mumbles and his gaze drops to the ground in defeat. “But you’re still friends?”
Wait. Take knew about this side of Ryu’s before he did? He doesn’t look startled by it and he has no idea what the boy is hinting at. He frowns suspiciously and glares at Take. Why did Take know first, huh?! Ryu’s going to hear about this. He’s furious. He thought they shared some intimate stuff sometimes, they’re best friends. Why did Take come first?! Did he hit on him too then, huh?!
“Why not?” he tries to say nonchalantly even though the aggression laces his voice pretty clear. Take flinches nervously, shrugging a little.
“Because he… you know,” Take mumbles. “…I’ll just go back -”
Hayato grabs him by his arm threateningly and throws him on the backseat of the car before crawling in as well and slamming the door shut. Take isn’t going to escape anywhere before he’s up to date. He’s the leader here, no one’s allowed to keep him in the shadow.
“He what?” he asks, heart pounding in his chest. “Spit it out. You’re not going anywhere before you tell me. I’ll keep it a secret, I promise. You can trust me.” Why does Take look like he can’t!? He’s good at keeping secrets! Jerks, each and every one of them!
“He’s pretty serious?” Take stutters in panic, pressed against the car seat with Hayato on top of him. “Been for quite a few years?”
“Well, I didn’t think he was kidding when he said he was gay!” Hayato snorts. Take must think he’s stupid then. Take gulps and shakes his head.
“I don’t know. I just thought you could find him liking you uncomfortable,” Take mumbles. “But I guess not? I mean, it’s not like he’s going to do anything about it, he knows you’re not into that. Ryu respects it. So there’s nothing to worry about, okay?” he tries to peep hopefully, sweating nervously. “He did confess to you, right? Like, properly?”
“He what,” Hayato chokes and jumps up, hitting his head against the ceiling again. “WHAT CONFESSION?!”
“Can I go back?” Take tries hopefully and yelps when Hayato grabs the front of his tank top forcefully, eyes wide in panic. “I guess not. U-um.”
“What has he been saying about me?!” Hayato screams in panic. “Oh god. Oh god. ”
“He’s going to kill me,” Take gulps and lets out a horrified chuckle. “I’m dead!”
Hayato crawls out of the car and jumps on his feet, heart hammering in his chest as he looks at his friends circled around the food they’re sharing under the blinding summer sun. Ryu looks all tousled up as he quietly sits slightly away from everyone, listening but not participating in the on-going conversation.
Likes him, huh.
That changes everything.