Private Lesson [fanfiction]
My first Kousuke x Ryuji fic in a LONG time TT It is written for @death_altema who had inspired me to write again.
Title: Private Lessons
Pairing: Yonehara Kousuke x Kamiyama Ryuji
Summary: In preperation for "Bacchus' Christmas Eve," Kousuke has to sharpen up his pole dancing. So, of course, he would go ask for the pole dancing prodigy's help-- Kamiyama Ryuji.
Extra Notes: There are a many details that are based off of real facts about these boys...like In Bacchus Party practice, Kousuke did have trouble pole dancing and looked "atrocious" according to the RG boys. Ryuji was, of course, the prodigy of pole dancing. And yes, when you read the story...that is what Ryuji likes to wear around his house during the summer plus his real explanation. Oh and, no one can every think on Ryuji's level ^.~
With shaky hands, Kousuke reached for the door handle and took in a deep breath. Attempting to turn the handle, he realized that he had yet to knock. For a moment, he stood in front of the door with a blank stare feeling a bit stupid. Tempted to walk away, he just wanted to give the younger boy a call and make up some excuse for not being able to go. Finally, when he pulled his hand from the knob, he took in another deep breath that filled his stomach with butterflies. Sweat trailed down his face the longer he stood outside-as he contemplated. The air during this late summer night felt thick and humid, and even the breeze was still reminiscent of the midday heat. After his brief pause, Kousuke banged on the door with a heavy hand and suddenly heard a voice from the other side.
“Oi, don’t break my door,” the voice complained as the door began to open. The door swung open and the taller, yet younger boy stood leaning against the frame staring back at Kousuke with a smug smile. Ryuji blinked a few times as he watched as the older boy just stood there staring at him. “Hey…Kochan?” He pushed hair behind his ear trying to avoid making a little awkward moment.
Squeezing past Ryuji to get through the door, Kousuke gave out a small chuckle as he looked Ryuji’s outfit up and down. The younger boy looked almost ready for bed, in his tight black spider man T-shirt and wearing nothing else besides milky pink colored skin clinging underwear. “Go put on some pants, Ryuchan!” Kousuke demanded as he quickly groped the younger boy between the legs, “I don’t want to see that!” Looking for a seat on the couch, the older boy quickly swerved out the way of randomly placed pole.
“So…” Ryuji placed a hand on the pole and circled it once then stopped in front of where Kousuke had seated himself. “…are you ready?” The pant-less boy grinned.
“Are you going to put on pants?” Kousuke questioned and placed his hands on his forehead to prevent himself from staring at the extra butt hanging out from the bottom of the underwear.
“It’s summer, you know I don’t like to wear pants at home…” The taller boy leaned up against the pole thinking for a moment, and then started to rant about how it’s more natural to walk around in his underwear.
Rubbing his forehead, Kousuke held up the other hand to get Ryuji to stop talking, “Ah. I can’t think on your level. Just stop. Please.” After the younger boy quieted down, Kousuke looked up. “You’re not going to put on pants and, no, I’m not ready for this.”
Laughing, Ryuji sat down next to Kousuke and put an arm around the older boy’s shoulder. “You asked for my help didn’t you? Now go show me that pole dance routine we learned the other day.” Reluctant, the shorter boy forced himself to his feet and made his way to the pole. Even before Kousuke began to dance, Ryuji let out a chuckle, “You can do every kind of dance BUT this one. You already look awkward.” The younger boy pointed out the other’s already strange-looking stance.
“Ah! You’re so mean…” Kousuke stepped to the side of the pole, “Then show me how it’s done, pole dancing prodigy.”
With pride, Ryuji stood up and held the pole with two hands, positioned his legs and stared straight into the shorter boy’s eyes. “Like this. Not whatever kind of thing you were doing.” Keeping his gaze entangled with Kousuke’s, the younger boy began to maneuver around the pole, slightly shifting his hips side to side. During the slow exotic dance, Kousuke unlocked his stare with Ryuji’s as the younger boy turned away-his back now facing the other. The younger boy had meaty, yet muscular thighs and his butt seemed to fill and overflow out of the tight fitting underwear-creating this perfectly natural round bottom.
“Got it?” Ryuji twirled around the pole and stared at Kousuke. Scratching his cheek with a finger, the younger boy watched as the other sat there-with a predatory expression. Looking back, Ryuji checked to see if the older boy was staring at something behind him. Seeing nothing, he turned back and the expression on the other’s face was unchanged. As a nervous gesture, Ryuji rubbed his chest trying not to stare. “Stop doing that!” Frustrated, the younger boy smacked the older one across the head.
“Ehh?” Rubbing the attacked area, Kousuke gave a nervous laugh as he stared up at Ryuji, “What’d I do?”
“Don’t look at me like that!” The hyper boy squeaked pointing at himself, “I’m not…n-not food!”
For a moment, Kousuke looked at Ryuji with a shocked look. With a small chuckle, he stood up and put a hand on Ryuji’s shoulder, “Honestly, I don’t understand you-“
“You looked like you were going to EAT ME!” The taller boy freaked out pushing the muscular hand off his shoulder.
Kousuke’s eyes bugged, mostly wondering how even after a full day of work, Ryuji still had the energy like he had in the morning. Shaking his head, Kousuke tried to calm down the younger boy, “I’m not going to-“
“DON’T EAT ME!” Ryuji panicked and backed up into the pole, but with an innocent grin and gave out a cute little giggle.
The older boy took a step closer, “Oh my gosh, I’m not-“
“I don’t taste good!!” Ryuji covered his eyes with his hands, still giggling behind his fake fear. After a moment of silence, he felt a tight grip around his hips, and Ryuji slowly pulled his hands from his eyes. Before, he could make another spazz-of-a-comment, the younger boy felt the other’s warm lips press against his. Melting in the kiss, the taller boy leaned back against the pole and allowed the shorter boy’s body to lean into him. Feeling Kousuke lips move down to his neck, the younger boy giggled again and ran his hands down the other’s muscular arms then whispered, “I’m not meaty enough to eat…”
Kousuke chuckled and slid his hands down Ryuji’s hips and tightly gripped the younger boy’s butt, “You have plenty of meat...”
With a big grin on his face, Ryuji chuckled, “you’re nasty,” and while tugging at the older boy’s pants, the taller boy leaned in for another kiss.
Title: Private Lessons
Pairing: Yonehara Kousuke x Kamiyama Ryuji
Summary: In preperation for "Bacchus' Christmas Eve," Kousuke has to sharpen up his pole dancing. So, of course, he would go ask for the pole dancing prodigy's help-- Kamiyama Ryuji.
Extra Notes: There are a many details that are based off of real facts about these boys...like In Bacchus Party practice, Kousuke did have trouble pole dancing and looked "atrocious" according to the RG boys. Ryuji was, of course, the prodigy of pole dancing. And yes, when you read the story...that is what Ryuji likes to wear around his house during the summer plus his real explanation. Oh and, no one can every think on Ryuji's level ^.~
With shaky hands, Kousuke reached for the door handle and took in a deep breath. Attempting to turn the handle, he realized that he had yet to knock. For a moment, he stood in front of the door with a blank stare feeling a bit stupid. Tempted to walk away, he just wanted to give the younger boy a call and make up some excuse for not being able to go. Finally, when he pulled his hand from the knob, he took in another deep breath that filled his stomach with butterflies. Sweat trailed down his face the longer he stood outside-as he contemplated. The air during this late summer night felt thick and humid, and even the breeze was still reminiscent of the midday heat. After his brief pause, Kousuke banged on the door with a heavy hand and suddenly heard a voice from the other side.
“Oi, don’t break my door,” the voice complained as the door began to open. The door swung open and the taller, yet younger boy stood leaning against the frame staring back at Kousuke with a smug smile. Ryuji blinked a few times as he watched as the older boy just stood there staring at him. “Hey…Kochan?” He pushed hair behind his ear trying to avoid making a little awkward moment.
Squeezing past Ryuji to get through the door, Kousuke gave out a small chuckle as he looked Ryuji’s outfit up and down. The younger boy looked almost ready for bed, in his tight black spider man T-shirt and wearing nothing else besides milky pink colored skin clinging underwear. “Go put on some pants, Ryuchan!” Kousuke demanded as he quickly groped the younger boy between the legs, “I don’t want to see that!” Looking for a seat on the couch, the older boy quickly swerved out the way of randomly placed pole.
“So…” Ryuji placed a hand on the pole and circled it once then stopped in front of where Kousuke had seated himself. “…are you ready?” The pant-less boy grinned.
“Are you going to put on pants?” Kousuke questioned and placed his hands on his forehead to prevent himself from staring at the extra butt hanging out from the bottom of the underwear.
“It’s summer, you know I don’t like to wear pants at home…” The taller boy leaned up against the pole thinking for a moment, and then started to rant about how it’s more natural to walk around in his underwear.
Rubbing his forehead, Kousuke held up the other hand to get Ryuji to stop talking, “Ah. I can’t think on your level. Just stop. Please.” After the younger boy quieted down, Kousuke looked up. “You’re not going to put on pants and, no, I’m not ready for this.”
Laughing, Ryuji sat down next to Kousuke and put an arm around the older boy’s shoulder. “You asked for my help didn’t you? Now go show me that pole dance routine we learned the other day.” Reluctant, the shorter boy forced himself to his feet and made his way to the pole. Even before Kousuke began to dance, Ryuji let out a chuckle, “You can do every kind of dance BUT this one. You already look awkward.” The younger boy pointed out the other’s already strange-looking stance.
“Ah! You’re so mean…” Kousuke stepped to the side of the pole, “Then show me how it’s done, pole dancing prodigy.”
With pride, Ryuji stood up and held the pole with two hands, positioned his legs and stared straight into the shorter boy’s eyes. “Like this. Not whatever kind of thing you were doing.” Keeping his gaze entangled with Kousuke’s, the younger boy began to maneuver around the pole, slightly shifting his hips side to side. During the slow exotic dance, Kousuke unlocked his stare with Ryuji’s as the younger boy turned away-his back now facing the other. The younger boy had meaty, yet muscular thighs and his butt seemed to fill and overflow out of the tight fitting underwear-creating this perfectly natural round bottom.
“Got it?” Ryuji twirled around the pole and stared at Kousuke. Scratching his cheek with a finger, the younger boy watched as the other sat there-with a predatory expression. Looking back, Ryuji checked to see if the older boy was staring at something behind him. Seeing nothing, he turned back and the expression on the other’s face was unchanged. As a nervous gesture, Ryuji rubbed his chest trying not to stare. “Stop doing that!” Frustrated, the younger boy smacked the older one across the head.
“Ehh?” Rubbing the attacked area, Kousuke gave a nervous laugh as he stared up at Ryuji, “What’d I do?”
“Don’t look at me like that!” The hyper boy squeaked pointing at himself, “I’m not…n-not food!”
For a moment, Kousuke looked at Ryuji with a shocked look. With a small chuckle, he stood up and put a hand on Ryuji’s shoulder, “Honestly, I don’t understand you-“
“You looked like you were going to EAT ME!” The taller boy freaked out pushing the muscular hand off his shoulder.
Kousuke’s eyes bugged, mostly wondering how even after a full day of work, Ryuji still had the energy like he had in the morning. Shaking his head, Kousuke tried to calm down the younger boy, “I’m not going to-“
“DON’T EAT ME!” Ryuji panicked and backed up into the pole, but with an innocent grin and gave out a cute little giggle.
The older boy took a step closer, “Oh my gosh, I’m not-“
“I don’t taste good!!” Ryuji covered his eyes with his hands, still giggling behind his fake fear. After a moment of silence, he felt a tight grip around his hips, and Ryuji slowly pulled his hands from his eyes. Before, he could make another spazz-of-a-comment, the younger boy felt the other’s warm lips press against his. Melting in the kiss, the taller boy leaned back against the pole and allowed the shorter boy’s body to lean into him. Feeling Kousuke lips move down to his neck, the younger boy giggled again and ran his hands down the other’s muscular arms then whispered, “I’m not meaty enough to eat…”
Kousuke chuckled and slid his hands down Ryuji’s hips and tightly gripped the younger boy’s butt, “You have plenty of meat...”
With a big grin on his face, Ryuji chuckled, “you’re nasty,” and while tugging at the older boy’s pants, the taller boy leaned in for another kiss.