News+suits=LOVE!!!!!!<3
Title: Taking Care of Business
Pairing: Nishikido Ryo/Kato Shigeaki, Yamashita Tomohisa/Koyama Keiichiro
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: choppy scenes, two stories at once, Sex, and somehow Tegoshi is straight....
Disclaimer: Don't own them, or that song that I know I took the title from but can't for the life of me place
Summary: In which Koyama has a long time crush on Yamapi, who doesn't seem to like clothes too much, and Shige is forever trying to keep Ryo out of trouble.
A/N: Originally written for the second Bunny Meme Here . Also my endless thanks go to crazyfaucet for al your help with this (and the other News one). You saved me from trhowing my laptop out my dorms window in frustration.
“This joint sales pitch is going to be the death of me!” Koyama sank into one of the large cushy chairs at his favorite café, loosening his tie and tossing his jacket over one of the arm rests, “Tegoshi leaves his half of the work up to the rest of his team, and they don’t even know what we’re supposed to be selling.”
The best part about his best friend not working at his company, like half of his old high school classmates did, was that they could meet at this cozy little café once a week and complain about work without having to worry about offending anyone. Shige was always the smart kid in class, never cut out for being a simple salary man like Koyama was; selling an assortment of flashy and tasteless products targeted at the sexually active youth. No, even back in high school Shige was reading up on law; Yamapi used to joke that it was to keep Ryo from getting expelled whenever he got into fights with Ueda, but Koyama knew Shige was genuinely interested in the subject.
Shige looked up from the file he was reading and took a sip of his coffee, “Isn’t Tegoshi the head of sales though?”
“Exactly!” Koyama exasperatedly gesticulated with his arms, “So my department is doing all the work, talking about pastels versus neon colors, or how the younger generation of Japan likes flashier things, even though we’re only supposed to be handling the marketing of the product in Korea; Tegoshi should have all the specs on the product figured out, and data for marketing on the home turf filed away somewhere.”
“You worry too much Kei-chan; you know Tegoshi always pulls through at the last minute. He never prepared his presentations beforehand when we were in school, why would he be any different now?”
“I have to worry, if we don’t market this product right then Massu and Maru will convince Yokoyama that they should sell the same thing at their company, and they never fail at marketing their products.”
Shige placed his files on the table in the center of the lounge chairs and leaned forward to look seriously at Koyama. As he opened his mouth to speak the barista brought Koyama his triple caramel Frappuccino; he waited for Koyama to offer the girl his thanks before saying anything.
“You’ll be fine. Tegoshi will come up with an amazing sales pitch about five minutes before you have your meeting with Murakami-san and your product will be a huge success. Aren’t you the one who’s always telling me that ‘if you stay positive and smile then it will all work out in the end?’”
“You don’t even know what we’re marketing this time.”
“I don’t need to, and frankly I don’t want to know what sort of perverted thing you’re selling. That doesn’t change the fact that you’ll get by in the end, and sell tons of whatever it is.”
“Shige’s being amazingly thoughtful and optimistic today.” Koyama eyed him wearily.
“Am I? I guess it’s because my new case looks like it’ll be an easy one.” Shige quickly began gulping more of his coffee.
“I don’t think so,” Koyama giggled, “Ryo-chan’s coming into town, isn’t he?”
- - -
“I know how we’re going to sell this thing.” Tegoshi told Koyama as they were setting up their presentation in the small conference room.
“Really? That’s great!”
“We’ll get Yamapi to let us take pictures of him holding it while he’s naked.”
“Tegoshi! We can’t do that,” Admonished Koyama.
“Oh, you know you’d buy anything if Yamapi’s muscular chest and rock hard abs were on a billboard. You were never very discreet with checking him out whenever he took his shirt of when we were younger.”
Koyama said nothing, adjusting his white slacks that suddenly felt too tight.
- - -
“I can’t believe he even suggested that we advertise with naked pictures of Yamapi,” Koyama claimed his usual seat, frappe already in hand. The café was unusually busy that night, packed full of teenagers and their friends; Koyama felt out of place in his grey suit, pulling at the collar of his shirt uncomfortably.
“Did Murakami-san actually go for it?” Shige sighed as he undid the first few buttons on his shirt and took his own seat, his jacket already removed; most likely it was thrown precariously in the back seat of his car.
“Yes! He said that Tegoshi was brilliant, and that it was a great strategy.”
“Well at least you’ll get the opportunity to see Yamashita-kun naked. Just try not to jump him in front of other people; I won’t represent you in a public indecency case.”
“Mou, Shige-chan’s in a bad mood today.” Koyama pouted.
“Have you seen the news?” Shige pulled a folded up newspaper from his briefcase and tossed it on the table.
Koyama picked up the paper, carefully unfolding it and read the headline. His eyes widened in shock as he read the words ‘Crime lord caught; claims to have been framed.’ Gingerly placing the paper down, he looked at Shige with pitying eyes, observing the way his friend slumped in his seat, head tilted back and eyes tightly shut. “Shige, it’ll be okay. He’ll get out of this somehow.”
“Of course he will,” Shige sat up straight, glaring down at the paper, “I’m leaving for Osaka in the morning.”
- - - -
“Bad news team,” Murakami boomed as he entered the building, “Yokoyama is developing a product similar to ours; we’re going to need to step up our game.”
Tegoshi smiled sweetly as he leaned around the edge of his cubicle to throw his eraser at Koyama’s head, “Hey, Kei-chan, I’ve got a great plan! What if we market to the gay crowd?”
“Tegoshi, we’re selling rainbow condoms, I think we’re already targeting the gay crowd.”
“Yeah, but what if we advertise more gay-like?” Tegoshi persisted.
“Yamapi naked isn’t enough? He’s our best spokes model; you said it yourself the other day, who wouldn’t buy something that Yamapi’s naked body was advertising?”
Tegoshi smirked wickedly before standing up and gaining everybody’s attention. “Murakami-san, I have an idea of how we can definitely out sell Yokoyama.”
Murakami raised his eyebrows, “How’s that?”
“Instead of just having Yamapi pose with the product, what if we had a pair picture. Nobody uses condoms by themselves anyway.”
Murakami considered the idea for a minute, “We can’t afford another model though, and where would we find someone to do it for next to nothing?”
“Kei-chan can do it!” Tegoshi chirped, “He works out you know; his arms are amazing.”
- - - -
“Are you sure you don’t want a guard present, Kato-san? Nishikido is rather scrappy; you could get hurt.”
“I’ll be fine.” Shige assured the pudgy police officer, staring straight ahead as he was lead down the grey hallway. The steady click of the heels of his loafers against the bleak cement floor was the only thing Shige could focus on as the windowless door at the end of the hallway loomed nearer.
“Press the call button when you are done, otherwise I’ll be back to let you out in a half hour.”
“Yes, of course.” Shige replied as the man stopped to enter the pass code and hold the door open for him to pass through.
“Shige?” Ryo looked up from where he sat at a metal table in the center of the small room.
Shige stared at him emotionlessly for a minute before he stormed across the room and slapped Ryo hard across the face. His hands came to grab at Ryo’s plain white T-shirt, shaking the smaller man violently.
“You idiot! What the hell were you thinking; what’s wrong with you?!”
Ryo cupped Shige’s face in his hands, his fingers caressing away the tears that were trailing down his cheeks. He locked eyes with him and placed a tender kiss on his plump lips. “It’ll be alright, Shige. This time I really didn’t do it; Baru was just in the wrong place at the wrong time so they’re pinning it on me.”
Shige sighed as he crushed the smaller body to him, “Let’s just get you out of this mess.”
“Not to worry, I’ve got the best lawyer,” Ryo smirked, his hands running down Shige’s torso and over his hips to squeeze his butt, “And he’s got the best ass that slacks have ever covered.”
- - - -
“Why do I have to be the one to do this?” Koyama hissed as he tugged at the robe he was wearing, eyes trained on Yamapi across the room; watching as he dropped his robe and climbed on the bed.
“Because you’ve been pining over him for years, it was almost embarrassing to be seen with you at basketball games in high school with the way you cheered like some lovesick girl, so now I’m giving you your chance.” Tegoshi laughed, pushing Koyama to move toward the bed.
“Why can’t you do it, you’re prettier; people will like you more.”
“Because I’m straight; it would be like lying to the consumers. Don’t worry; we have to keep this ad classy, nobody’s going to see your boner besides Yamapi.”
“That’s the problem!” Koyama shrieked, sheepishly apologizing to the staff for his outburst as he uncertainly approached the bed, freezing once he stood at the foot of it.
Yamapi smiled reassuringly as he sat up and crawled across the bed to kneel in front of Koyama, “Relax, it’s only me; we’ve seen each other naked plenty of times when we were younger.”
“But this isn’t gym class,” Koyama squeaked, clutching the robe closed as tightly as he could.
Yamapi placed his hands on the taller man’s shoulders, giving them an encouraging squeeze before trailing them down his arms to grab a hold of his hands and ease them to his side. Koyama could barely hear Tegoshi telling the photographer to start taking pictures over the pounding of his heart and the blood rushing in his ears. Yamapi slowly reached for the tie that held the robe closed, pulling it loose with one fluid motion before pushing the garment off of Koyama’s shoulders.
Gulping, Koyama urged his mind to produce unsexy thoughts; definitely nothing about Yamapi naked and smiling invitingly. He followed Yamapi’s lead, climbing onto the bed as the other man reclined against the pillows once more. He angled himself above the other man, getting as close as he could without physically touching. He heard Yamapi’s deep chuckle before he felt a hand on the small of his back and a leg pressing up between his own.
“We’re supposed to be selling sex, but not awkward first times.”
Koyama blushed and attempted to stammer out an apology, choking on air half way through the “sorry” when he felt Yamapi’s thigh moving against him. He squeaked embarrassedly as could feel the blood rushing south between his legs, earning another amused chuckle from Yamapi. Before he even knew what was happening he was being rolled onto his back, Yamapi hovering above him, eliminating the distance between them. His eyes widened and his face flushed as a gasp escaped his lips when he noticed just how close they really were; he could feel every inch of Yamapi’s firmly muscled body pressed intimately against him, those sinfully pouty lips only a breath away from connecting with his own.
Yamapi smirked as he lifted himself to sit on Koyama’s thighs, the inside of his legs snug against them. He nudged Koyama’s shoulder lightly, “They’re taking pictures for the ad, you’re supposed to look like you want me; other than in places they aren’t going to show. Don’t be embarrassed.”
Koyama’s jaw fell slack when he felt Yamapi subtly grind against him; that was definitely not his erection rubbing against his thigh.
………..
“We, the jury, find Nishikido Ryo to be not guilty.”
Shige fought the urge to sigh with relief, instead he turned to Ryo and smiled slightly while shaking his hand, “Nishikido-san, please try to stay out of trouble from now on; I can’t be dropping other cases all the time because you’ve gotten yourself in another mess.”
Ryo laughed boisterously, he knew what was really being said behind the words chosen for the public location; don’t ever scare me like that again; I don’t know what I’d do without you. He nodded as he was lead out of the court room by the bailiff, his hand slipping from the others firm grip.
Shige watched as Ryo was led away, eyes raking over his form clad in a white pin-striped suit, looking every bit the crime lord that he is. If there was one benefit to these situations it was seeing Ryo dressed to impress; the man looked good in a suit, but he always made a fuss about having to dress up whenever Shige wanted to take him to a nicer restaurant. Sighing he turned to make his way to the front of the building to wait for his cab; he had to catch the next train back to Tokyo or his boss would go crazy. As he climbed into the cab he could only hope that the next time he’d actually get to see his boyfriend he wouldn’t have to be representing him in court.
………..
Koyama giggled giddily as Yamapi ushered him into his apartment, his hand sneakily trailing across the other man’s perky, jean clad ass. His giggles intensified when Yamapi grabbed his tie and pulled him down into a heated kiss. He thought to protest as his jacket was pushed off his shoulders to fall on the floor in the entryway, but anything he might have said died on his lips when Yamapi’s hands began fumbling with his belt. They fumblingly made their way into the apartment, clothes falling scattered across the floor. Koyama shrieked slightly when the back of his thighs came into contact with the desk standing against the wall in the living room.
Yamapi’s hands were on his hips, pulling off the boxer briefs that were still covering him and lifting him to sit on the desk. His hands were in Yamapi’s hair, pulling slightly as teeth teased the flesh of his neck. He barely registered the fact that Yamapi was searching for something in the drawer until he felt the slick fingers circling his entrance. Soft whines escaped his lips as the first finger pressed in; the intrusion was slightly uncomfortable, but not yet painful. His hands clutched desperately at Yamapi’s back when the second finger joined the first, the slight sting of pain still not quite overshadowing the burning desire pooling in his abdomen. He was moaning endlessly, pressing down onto those fingers eagerly. The third finger caused him to pause as the sting intensified. Yamapi crooked his fingers, rubbing against that bundle of nerves that caused Koyama to mewl.
Yamapi’s lips found Koyama’s once more as he removed the fingers to roll on a condom. He rest his forehead against Koyama’s, locking eyes with him and smiling sweetly as he slowly pushed into him. Pausing to allow him time to adjust to the thicker intrusion, Yamapi placed tender kissed across his face, one hand reaching up to caress his hair. Koyama nodded the go ahead, and Yamapi began to move with slow calculated thrusts. As Koyama began to moan louder and louder Yamapi picked up his pace, going faster and deeper, angling to hit Koyama’s prostate with every thrust.
“Yamapi, touch me, please,” Koyama pleaded desperately.
Yamapi reached down to comply with the request. It only took a few stokes before Koyama was coming undone, spilling his seed into Yamapi’s hand and across their abdomens. Yamapi continued to thrust into the tight heat, finding his own release soon after. He panted heavily as he pulled out, removing the condom and tossing it in the trash bin that sat beside the desk. He nuzzled Koyama’s neck, placing tender kisses against the heated skin.
“Mmm, now I’m hungry.”
Koyama giggled, turning to capture Yamapi’s lips in a gentle kiss, “I can make some pretty mean ramen, you know.”
…………
Shige nearly panicked when he came home from the office, his apartment door opened and men carrying boxes through the door. He rushed down the hall and into the apartment, not even bothering with removing his shoes before storming inside. He followed the men down the hall to his bedroom where he heard a loud voice over the din of boxes being moved around.
“Put that one over there; yeah by the dresser. No that one goes in the kitchen, why would I need a salad mixer in the bedroom?”
The sound of Shige’s briefcase hitting the hardwood floor seemed to echo through the room over the noise, drawing everyone’s attention to him. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out as he stared at Ryo standing in the center of the room where a king-sized canopy bed had replaced his old worn-out twin. The movers seemed to sense the atmosphere and quickly exited the room, leaving the two men to stare at each other.
“What are you doing here?” Shige finally managed to get out, taking a step closer to the shorter man, “Why are there boxes, and what happened to my bed?”
“The boxes are the things I need that you don’t have, and we won’t both fit in that tiny thing you called a bed; I’ve been telling you to get rid of that for years.”
“But…I don’t understand. Shouldn’t you be in Osaka settling things after the trial?” another step closer.
“Things were being settled before that mess even started. I told you I was coming to Tokyo weeks ago.”
“Yeah, but the case had to have caused all sorts of problems with your men. I didn’t think you’d still be able to visit so soon.” Shige stood in front of Ryo, eyes wide in confusion.
“Who’s visiting? Yasu can handle the men on his own. You can’t even take care of yourself, however. Look at you, have you even been sleeping? Somebody needs to take care of you.”
A blinding smile spread across Shige’s features as he grabbed Ryo by the hips, pulling him flush against him, “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“Think you can keep me out of trouble even if I’m in Tokyo?”
Shige leaned down to kiss Ryo sweetly on the lips, “I doubt it.”
He rushed to the living room, leaving Ryo standing there gaping like a fish out of water, “Just leave whatever you’ve got in the living room,” he ordered the movers, “You can bring the rest of it by tomorrow morning,” laughing he ran back to the bedroom. Picking Ryo up and kissing him ferociously he pushed him down onto the bed.
“Jeez Shige, desperate much?” Ryo teased, “You need to get laid.”
“Sorry, my asshole boyfriend was in Osaka for too long. But don’t worry, I’m about to fuck him into this mattress until he won’t be able to walk for days.”
……….
“Murakami-san gave me a raise!” Koyama chirped happily as he entered the cafe, heading straight to the usual corner and sliding onto the couch next to Yamapi, instantly cuddling into the man’s arms.
“Doesn’t that just mean he liked the naked pictures of you?” Shige asked from across the table.
“Shige-chan stop being so mean to me,” Koyama pouted.
Ryo laughed, “Yeah Shige-chan, stop being so mean and go get me some coffee.”
Shige glared but got up anyway, mumbling under his breath about ungrateful bastards. Ryo smiled innocently, making sure to slap Shige’s ass as he went by. He turned grinning at the other couple as they cuddled closer together, loudly exclaiming, “Best ass slacks have ever had the privilege to cover right there.”
They laughed as Shige seemed to stumble over his own feet, ears clearly turning red.
Pairing: Nishikido Ryo/Kato Shigeaki, Yamashita Tomohisa/Koyama Keiichiro
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: choppy scenes, two stories at once, Sex, and somehow Tegoshi is straight....
Disclaimer: Don't own them, or that song that I know I took the title from but can't for the life of me place
Summary: In which Koyama has a long time crush on Yamapi, who doesn't seem to like clothes too much, and Shige is forever trying to keep Ryo out of trouble.
A/N: Originally written for the second Bunny Meme Here . Also my endless thanks go to crazyfaucet for al your help with this (and the other News one). You saved me from trhowing my laptop out my dorms window in frustration.
“This joint sales pitch is going to be the death of me!” Koyama sank into one of the large cushy chairs at his favorite café, loosening his tie and tossing his jacket over one of the arm rests, “Tegoshi leaves his half of the work up to the rest of his team, and they don’t even know what we’re supposed to be selling.”
The best part about his best friend not working at his company, like half of his old high school classmates did, was that they could meet at this cozy little café once a week and complain about work without having to worry about offending anyone. Shige was always the smart kid in class, never cut out for being a simple salary man like Koyama was; selling an assortment of flashy and tasteless products targeted at the sexually active youth. No, even back in high school Shige was reading up on law; Yamapi used to joke that it was to keep Ryo from getting expelled whenever he got into fights with Ueda, but Koyama knew Shige was genuinely interested in the subject.
Shige looked up from the file he was reading and took a sip of his coffee, “Isn’t Tegoshi the head of sales though?”
“Exactly!” Koyama exasperatedly gesticulated with his arms, “So my department is doing all the work, talking about pastels versus neon colors, or how the younger generation of Japan likes flashier things, even though we’re only supposed to be handling the marketing of the product in Korea; Tegoshi should have all the specs on the product figured out, and data for marketing on the home turf filed away somewhere.”
“You worry too much Kei-chan; you know Tegoshi always pulls through at the last minute. He never prepared his presentations beforehand when we were in school, why would he be any different now?”
“I have to worry, if we don’t market this product right then Massu and Maru will convince Yokoyama that they should sell the same thing at their company, and they never fail at marketing their products.”
Shige placed his files on the table in the center of the lounge chairs and leaned forward to look seriously at Koyama. As he opened his mouth to speak the barista brought Koyama his triple caramel Frappuccino; he waited for Koyama to offer the girl his thanks before saying anything.
“You’ll be fine. Tegoshi will come up with an amazing sales pitch about five minutes before you have your meeting with Murakami-san and your product will be a huge success. Aren’t you the one who’s always telling me that ‘if you stay positive and smile then it will all work out in the end?’”
“You don’t even know what we’re marketing this time.”
“I don’t need to, and frankly I don’t want to know what sort of perverted thing you’re selling. That doesn’t change the fact that you’ll get by in the end, and sell tons of whatever it is.”
“Shige’s being amazingly thoughtful and optimistic today.” Koyama eyed him wearily.
“Am I? I guess it’s because my new case looks like it’ll be an easy one.” Shige quickly began gulping more of his coffee.
“I don’t think so,” Koyama giggled, “Ryo-chan’s coming into town, isn’t he?”
- - -
“I know how we’re going to sell this thing.” Tegoshi told Koyama as they were setting up their presentation in the small conference room.
“Really? That’s great!”
“We’ll get Yamapi to let us take pictures of him holding it while he’s naked.”
“Tegoshi! We can’t do that,” Admonished Koyama.
“Oh, you know you’d buy anything if Yamapi’s muscular chest and rock hard abs were on a billboard. You were never very discreet with checking him out whenever he took his shirt of when we were younger.”
Koyama said nothing, adjusting his white slacks that suddenly felt too tight.
- - -
“I can’t believe he even suggested that we advertise with naked pictures of Yamapi,” Koyama claimed his usual seat, frappe already in hand. The café was unusually busy that night, packed full of teenagers and their friends; Koyama felt out of place in his grey suit, pulling at the collar of his shirt uncomfortably.
“Did Murakami-san actually go for it?” Shige sighed as he undid the first few buttons on his shirt and took his own seat, his jacket already removed; most likely it was thrown precariously in the back seat of his car.
“Yes! He said that Tegoshi was brilliant, and that it was a great strategy.”
“Well at least you’ll get the opportunity to see Yamashita-kun naked. Just try not to jump him in front of other people; I won’t represent you in a public indecency case.”
“Mou, Shige-chan’s in a bad mood today.” Koyama pouted.
“Have you seen the news?” Shige pulled a folded up newspaper from his briefcase and tossed it on the table.
Koyama picked up the paper, carefully unfolding it and read the headline. His eyes widened in shock as he read the words ‘Crime lord caught; claims to have been framed.’ Gingerly placing the paper down, he looked at Shige with pitying eyes, observing the way his friend slumped in his seat, head tilted back and eyes tightly shut. “Shige, it’ll be okay. He’ll get out of this somehow.”
“Of course he will,” Shige sat up straight, glaring down at the paper, “I’m leaving for Osaka in the morning.”
- - - -
“Bad news team,” Murakami boomed as he entered the building, “Yokoyama is developing a product similar to ours; we’re going to need to step up our game.”
Tegoshi smiled sweetly as he leaned around the edge of his cubicle to throw his eraser at Koyama’s head, “Hey, Kei-chan, I’ve got a great plan! What if we market to the gay crowd?”
“Tegoshi, we’re selling rainbow condoms, I think we’re already targeting the gay crowd.”
“Yeah, but what if we advertise more gay-like?” Tegoshi persisted.
“Yamapi naked isn’t enough? He’s our best spokes model; you said it yourself the other day, who wouldn’t buy something that Yamapi’s naked body was advertising?”
Tegoshi smirked wickedly before standing up and gaining everybody’s attention. “Murakami-san, I have an idea of how we can definitely out sell Yokoyama.”
Murakami raised his eyebrows, “How’s that?”
“Instead of just having Yamapi pose with the product, what if we had a pair picture. Nobody uses condoms by themselves anyway.”
Murakami considered the idea for a minute, “We can’t afford another model though, and where would we find someone to do it for next to nothing?”
“Kei-chan can do it!” Tegoshi chirped, “He works out you know; his arms are amazing.”
- - - -
“Are you sure you don’t want a guard present, Kato-san? Nishikido is rather scrappy; you could get hurt.”
“I’ll be fine.” Shige assured the pudgy police officer, staring straight ahead as he was lead down the grey hallway. The steady click of the heels of his loafers against the bleak cement floor was the only thing Shige could focus on as the windowless door at the end of the hallway loomed nearer.
“Press the call button when you are done, otherwise I’ll be back to let you out in a half hour.”
“Yes, of course.” Shige replied as the man stopped to enter the pass code and hold the door open for him to pass through.
“Shige?” Ryo looked up from where he sat at a metal table in the center of the small room.
Shige stared at him emotionlessly for a minute before he stormed across the room and slapped Ryo hard across the face. His hands came to grab at Ryo’s plain white T-shirt, shaking the smaller man violently.
“You idiot! What the hell were you thinking; what’s wrong with you?!”
Ryo cupped Shige’s face in his hands, his fingers caressing away the tears that were trailing down his cheeks. He locked eyes with him and placed a tender kiss on his plump lips. “It’ll be alright, Shige. This time I really didn’t do it; Baru was just in the wrong place at the wrong time so they’re pinning it on me.”
Shige sighed as he crushed the smaller body to him, “Let’s just get you out of this mess.”
“Not to worry, I’ve got the best lawyer,” Ryo smirked, his hands running down Shige’s torso and over his hips to squeeze his butt, “And he’s got the best ass that slacks have ever covered.”
- - - -
“Why do I have to be the one to do this?” Koyama hissed as he tugged at the robe he was wearing, eyes trained on Yamapi across the room; watching as he dropped his robe and climbed on the bed.
“Because you’ve been pining over him for years, it was almost embarrassing to be seen with you at basketball games in high school with the way you cheered like some lovesick girl, so now I’m giving you your chance.” Tegoshi laughed, pushing Koyama to move toward the bed.
“Why can’t you do it, you’re prettier; people will like you more.”
“Because I’m straight; it would be like lying to the consumers. Don’t worry; we have to keep this ad classy, nobody’s going to see your boner besides Yamapi.”
“That’s the problem!” Koyama shrieked, sheepishly apologizing to the staff for his outburst as he uncertainly approached the bed, freezing once he stood at the foot of it.
Yamapi smiled reassuringly as he sat up and crawled across the bed to kneel in front of Koyama, “Relax, it’s only me; we’ve seen each other naked plenty of times when we were younger.”
“But this isn’t gym class,” Koyama squeaked, clutching the robe closed as tightly as he could.
Yamapi placed his hands on the taller man’s shoulders, giving them an encouraging squeeze before trailing them down his arms to grab a hold of his hands and ease them to his side. Koyama could barely hear Tegoshi telling the photographer to start taking pictures over the pounding of his heart and the blood rushing in his ears. Yamapi slowly reached for the tie that held the robe closed, pulling it loose with one fluid motion before pushing the garment off of Koyama’s shoulders.
Gulping, Koyama urged his mind to produce unsexy thoughts; definitely nothing about Yamapi naked and smiling invitingly. He followed Yamapi’s lead, climbing onto the bed as the other man reclined against the pillows once more. He angled himself above the other man, getting as close as he could without physically touching. He heard Yamapi’s deep chuckle before he felt a hand on the small of his back and a leg pressing up between his own.
“We’re supposed to be selling sex, but not awkward first times.”
Koyama blushed and attempted to stammer out an apology, choking on air half way through the “sorry” when he felt Yamapi’s thigh moving against him. He squeaked embarrassedly as could feel the blood rushing south between his legs, earning another amused chuckle from Yamapi. Before he even knew what was happening he was being rolled onto his back, Yamapi hovering above him, eliminating the distance between them. His eyes widened and his face flushed as a gasp escaped his lips when he noticed just how close they really were; he could feel every inch of Yamapi’s firmly muscled body pressed intimately against him, those sinfully pouty lips only a breath away from connecting with his own.
Yamapi smirked as he lifted himself to sit on Koyama’s thighs, the inside of his legs snug against them. He nudged Koyama’s shoulder lightly, “They’re taking pictures for the ad, you’re supposed to look like you want me; other than in places they aren’t going to show. Don’t be embarrassed.”
Koyama’s jaw fell slack when he felt Yamapi subtly grind against him; that was definitely not his erection rubbing against his thigh.
………..
“We, the jury, find Nishikido Ryo to be not guilty.”
Shige fought the urge to sigh with relief, instead he turned to Ryo and smiled slightly while shaking his hand, “Nishikido-san, please try to stay out of trouble from now on; I can’t be dropping other cases all the time because you’ve gotten yourself in another mess.”
Ryo laughed boisterously, he knew what was really being said behind the words chosen for the public location; don’t ever scare me like that again; I don’t know what I’d do without you. He nodded as he was lead out of the court room by the bailiff, his hand slipping from the others firm grip.
Shige watched as Ryo was led away, eyes raking over his form clad in a white pin-striped suit, looking every bit the crime lord that he is. If there was one benefit to these situations it was seeing Ryo dressed to impress; the man looked good in a suit, but he always made a fuss about having to dress up whenever Shige wanted to take him to a nicer restaurant. Sighing he turned to make his way to the front of the building to wait for his cab; he had to catch the next train back to Tokyo or his boss would go crazy. As he climbed into the cab he could only hope that the next time he’d actually get to see his boyfriend he wouldn’t have to be representing him in court.
………..
Koyama giggled giddily as Yamapi ushered him into his apartment, his hand sneakily trailing across the other man’s perky, jean clad ass. His giggles intensified when Yamapi grabbed his tie and pulled him down into a heated kiss. He thought to protest as his jacket was pushed off his shoulders to fall on the floor in the entryway, but anything he might have said died on his lips when Yamapi’s hands began fumbling with his belt. They fumblingly made their way into the apartment, clothes falling scattered across the floor. Koyama shrieked slightly when the back of his thighs came into contact with the desk standing against the wall in the living room.
Yamapi’s hands were on his hips, pulling off the boxer briefs that were still covering him and lifting him to sit on the desk. His hands were in Yamapi’s hair, pulling slightly as teeth teased the flesh of his neck. He barely registered the fact that Yamapi was searching for something in the drawer until he felt the slick fingers circling his entrance. Soft whines escaped his lips as the first finger pressed in; the intrusion was slightly uncomfortable, but not yet painful. His hands clutched desperately at Yamapi’s back when the second finger joined the first, the slight sting of pain still not quite overshadowing the burning desire pooling in his abdomen. He was moaning endlessly, pressing down onto those fingers eagerly. The third finger caused him to pause as the sting intensified. Yamapi crooked his fingers, rubbing against that bundle of nerves that caused Koyama to mewl.
Yamapi’s lips found Koyama’s once more as he removed the fingers to roll on a condom. He rest his forehead against Koyama’s, locking eyes with him and smiling sweetly as he slowly pushed into him. Pausing to allow him time to adjust to the thicker intrusion, Yamapi placed tender kissed across his face, one hand reaching up to caress his hair. Koyama nodded the go ahead, and Yamapi began to move with slow calculated thrusts. As Koyama began to moan louder and louder Yamapi picked up his pace, going faster and deeper, angling to hit Koyama’s prostate with every thrust.
“Yamapi, touch me, please,” Koyama pleaded desperately.
Yamapi reached down to comply with the request. It only took a few stokes before Koyama was coming undone, spilling his seed into Yamapi’s hand and across their abdomens. Yamapi continued to thrust into the tight heat, finding his own release soon after. He panted heavily as he pulled out, removing the condom and tossing it in the trash bin that sat beside the desk. He nuzzled Koyama’s neck, placing tender kisses against the heated skin.
“Mmm, now I’m hungry.”
Koyama giggled, turning to capture Yamapi’s lips in a gentle kiss, “I can make some pretty mean ramen, you know.”
…………
Shige nearly panicked when he came home from the office, his apartment door opened and men carrying boxes through the door. He rushed down the hall and into the apartment, not even bothering with removing his shoes before storming inside. He followed the men down the hall to his bedroom where he heard a loud voice over the din of boxes being moved around.
“Put that one over there; yeah by the dresser. No that one goes in the kitchen, why would I need a salad mixer in the bedroom?”
The sound of Shige’s briefcase hitting the hardwood floor seemed to echo through the room over the noise, drawing everyone’s attention to him. He opened his mouth to speak but no words came out as he stared at Ryo standing in the center of the room where a king-sized canopy bed had replaced his old worn-out twin. The movers seemed to sense the atmosphere and quickly exited the room, leaving the two men to stare at each other.
“What are you doing here?” Shige finally managed to get out, taking a step closer to the shorter man, “Why are there boxes, and what happened to my bed?”
“The boxes are the things I need that you don’t have, and we won’t both fit in that tiny thing you called a bed; I’ve been telling you to get rid of that for years.”
“But…I don’t understand. Shouldn’t you be in Osaka settling things after the trial?” another step closer.
“Things were being settled before that mess even started. I told you I was coming to Tokyo weeks ago.”
“Yeah, but the case had to have caused all sorts of problems with your men. I didn’t think you’d still be able to visit so soon.” Shige stood in front of Ryo, eyes wide in confusion.
“Who’s visiting? Yasu can handle the men on his own. You can’t even take care of yourself, however. Look at you, have you even been sleeping? Somebody needs to take care of you.”
A blinding smile spread across Shige’s features as he grabbed Ryo by the hips, pulling him flush against him, “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“Think you can keep me out of trouble even if I’m in Tokyo?”
Shige leaned down to kiss Ryo sweetly on the lips, “I doubt it.”
He rushed to the living room, leaving Ryo standing there gaping like a fish out of water, “Just leave whatever you’ve got in the living room,” he ordered the movers, “You can bring the rest of it by tomorrow morning,” laughing he ran back to the bedroom. Picking Ryo up and kissing him ferociously he pushed him down onto the bed.
“Jeez Shige, desperate much?” Ryo teased, “You need to get laid.”
“Sorry, my asshole boyfriend was in Osaka for too long. But don’t worry, I’m about to fuck him into this mattress until he won’t be able to walk for days.”
……….
“Murakami-san gave me a raise!” Koyama chirped happily as he entered the cafe, heading straight to the usual corner and sliding onto the couch next to Yamapi, instantly cuddling into the man’s arms.
“Doesn’t that just mean he liked the naked pictures of you?” Shige asked from across the table.
“Shige-chan stop being so mean to me,” Koyama pouted.
Ryo laughed, “Yeah Shige-chan, stop being so mean and go get me some coffee.”
Shige glared but got up anyway, mumbling under his breath about ungrateful bastards. Ryo smiled innocently, making sure to slap Shige’s ass as he went by. He turned grinning at the other couple as they cuddled closer together, loudly exclaiming, “Best ass slacks have ever had the privilege to cover right there.”
They laughed as Shige seemed to stumble over his own feet, ears clearly turning red.