fic; all that matters
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Title: All that matters
Pairing: Shige/Ryo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What he isn’t used to is Ryo pushing him up against the rehearsal room door after the rest of the members have left, and Ryo staring at him with dark powerful eyes that make Shige mentally search his brain for what he may have done to make Ryo look at him like that.
Author’s Note: 3234 words. PWP. I started this ages ago, but then lost my motivation for it and had to put it on hold anyway to finish je_fqfest. But I looked at it again today and finished it up, so here it is. Pointless porn. Not much else to it.
The articles mentioned in the beginning are translated here and here.
Six years with NewS and Shige’s pretty much used to being accosted after photoshoots/meetings/rehearsals/what-have-you by Ryo. It happens more often than not - Ryo demanding they go out for dinner or drinks, or Ryo complaining that Shige sings too loudly, too softly, or Ryo reprimanding him for making the wrong dance steps. Shige’s used to all of this. He almost expects it, nowadays. What he isn’t used to is Ryo pushing him up against the rehearsal room door after the rest of the members have left, and Ryo staring at him with dark powerful eyes that make Shige mentally search his brain for what he may have done to make Ryo look at him like that.
“Can I help you?” Shige says eventually when Ryo doesn’t say a thing.
Ryo eases back a little and says with an air of unimportance (but Shige knows that whatever this is, it’s a Very Big Deal), “I hear you think I’m perfect.”
Shige blinks. And thinks really hard. But for the life of him can’t remember a time when he’d said such a thing. “Huh?” he says lamely, when his memory fails him.
Ryo rolls his eyes and walks back to his bag, returning a moment later to shove a magazine into Shige’s hands. He points at a line on the page and says, “See what you said?”
Shige raises the magazine and reads it, eyes widening when he realizes he really did (in a kind of round-about way) imply that Ryo is perfect. “Oh,” he says. “That.”
“I didn’t know you felt that way, Shige,” Ryo says. “You should have said something sooner.”
“Feel what way?” Shige retorts, eyebrows arching. “This isn’t a declaration of my undying affection or anything.”
“Oh, really?” Ryo says skeptically, stepping up closer. “You said I never falter, Shige. That obviously means you like me, don’t you think?”
Shige instinctively steps back, which proves not to help his position as he soon finds himself pushed up against the door again. For someone so small, Ryo sure knows how to pull of seduction well, eyes gleaming and lips curving into a smirk that may under normal circumstances done nothing to Shige but now is somehow rendering him speechless. Ryo’s previous words come back to him, and it’s not as though he doesn’t like Ryo, because he does, though there is a fine line between liking him and wanting in his pants. At the moment the latter seems to be Ryo’s only aim, even though it makes practically no sense to Shige as to why Ryo would even care in the first place.
“You’re the one backing me up against the door, looking like you’re going to eat me,” Shige suddenly finds himself saying. “Don’t you think that means you obviously like me?”
Ryo blinks, the gleam in his eyes vanishing and replaced by a sudden solemn expression that has Shige wondering instantly if he said something wrong. “I do like you,” Ryo says a few moments later and Shige’s heart stops in his chest. “I said in that other magazine that I thought you were great. Didn’t you see that? You were reading it this morning.”
“I thought you were joking!” Shige exclaims, feeling a little overwhelmed, and somehow guilty though how was he supposed to know Ryo actually meant it?
“Why would I lie about something like that?” Ryo questions, now sounding so pitiful Shige really wonders how all of this suddenly became his fault.
“I don’t know, maybe because we always say things like that during interviews. It’s what sells. I can’t read something from a magazine and know for sure it’s how you actually feel,” Shige replies, crossing his arms over his chest and giving Ryo a very defensive look.
Ryo sets his jaw and stares straight at him, eyes dark and cutting into Shige’s soul. “Fine,” he says. “Then I’ll say it clearly right now. I like you.”
Shige stares at him, feeling as though the whole world had just turned on its axis. When his mind finally catches up to him, he lets out a laugh and says, “That’s great. Now can you move so I can leave?” When Ryo doesn’t move, Shige pushes him back and snakes around him, quickly grabbing his things and heading for the door before Ryo can say anything and stop him.
He doesn’t leave quickly enough, though, Ryo slamming the door shut when Shige opens it, and demanding, “I just tell you I like you and you’re going to leave?”
Shige looks stunned. “You…You’re actually being serious?”
Ryo groans. “No, moron. I just go around telling everyone I like them because I want to spread the love like Koyama,” he says sarcastically, then pins Shige with a hard stare. “If I tell you I like you, I mean it.”
“Oh.” Despite being considered the group’s genius, Shige can’t think of anything more to say than that.
Ryo’s eyes widen with horror and he takes a few steps back. “T-That’s all you have to say?”
“W-Well, it-it’s kind of sudden and I…” Shige trails off, not sure where he’s going, and Ryo’s horribly dejected look not helping to figure it out. He feels guilty; he doesn’t know why either, but seeing that look on Ryo’s face is enough to make his skin crawl as though he’d done something wrong.
“F-Fine,” Ryo says quickly. “Nevermind. Forget I said anything.” He turns and grabs his bag off the couch then shoves Shige away from the door. “See you.”
He’s out the door before Shige can even blink and it takes him almost five whole minutes of standing there in shock before he even thinks of going after him. Either Ryo was walking really slow or Shige is just lucky, but he catches up to the older man as he heads out the front doors.
Still positively confused about the whole thing, Shige calls out, “Wait!” and sighs with relief when Ryo stops midway in pushing open a door and turns back, eyes widening. Shige heads over as Ryo meets him, a gleam of hope just barely visible in his eyes, clouded by the disinterest he’s trying hard to display.
“What?” Ryo asks, and even his voice fails to sound as angry as he wishes.
“J-Just wait,” Shige says, catching his breath. “W-Wait.” He meets Ryo’s gaze and adds, “You can’t just say you like me and expect me to confess just as easily, you know.”
“Then just tell me you don’t like me and we can forget this ever happened, okay?”
“But I think I do,” Shige exclaims, eyes widening at his own realization. He sighs and hangs his head. “And that’s what’s making this so hard.”
Ryo assesses him for a moment, then sighs too, lets out a small smile. “It doesn’t have to be,” he says and when Shige looks up at him, continues, “You think too much.”
“I-I’m sor-” Shige starts but gets cut off as Ryo chooses that moment to kiss him, pressing his lips against his own, soft and warm and scarily perfect. It doesn’t last that long, and Ryo’s pulling back before Shige fully processes the whole thing, feeling slightly dazed and staring at Ryo with questioning eyes.
Ryo only smirks and Shige wonders since when did that action make him feel so hot all over, and says, “Come over tonight.”
Shige starts to nod immediately when he remembers his schedule and winces. “Can’t. Butai.”
Ryo rolls his eyes. “Come over after, then.”
“Okay,” Shige replies and Ryo just laughs before turning around and leaving.
It’s not until after Ryo’s gone and Shige’s sitting on the train does he realize just exactly what he’s gotten himself into. But as he slowly licks his lips, anticipation building up inside him, he thinks that it may not be so bad.
*
Natsuki’s waiting outside his dressing room when Shige dashes out the door, eager to get out and meet Ryo. He stops when he sees her and smiles, and she says, “A few of us were going out for drinks. Want to go?”
Shige shakes his head, expression apologetic. “I already have p-plans,” he stammers out, heart racing at the thought of those plans.
Natsuki smiles. “You did seem a little eager to leave all day,” she says and he winces guiltily. “Girlfriend?” she teases.
Shige flushes and thinks of Ryo. He smirks and says, “Something like that,” and hopes word never goes back to Ryo, who’d kill him if he knew Shige referred to him as a girl. “Sorry,” he adds again, and heads out.
*
He almost thinks about leaving when he finally reaches Ryo’s apartment, his nerves on end, but then Ryo opens the door, grinning widely when he sees him, and Shige loses his last chance. Ryo steps back to let him in and Shige quietly takes slips out of his shoes, follows Ryo into the kitchen.
“How was the show?” Ryo says simply, as if this was any other day and they hadn’t just kindofsortof professed their feelings hours earlier.
“Good,” Shige answers, nods as he takes the beer Ryo offers him. “Everyone seems to like it, which is the main thing, anyway.”
“Don’t you like it?” Ryo asks. “That’s important too.”
Shige shrugs. “It’s work,” he answers. “The co-stars are nice and fun. It’s not bad, at any rate.”
Ryo grins. “Because having to kiss Kato Natsuki everyday could only be terrible,” he teases.
Shige chokes on his drink and looks at Ryo questioningly.
“You’ve been on the news,” Ryo says, heading into the sitting room and flopping onto the couch. Shige sits beside him, feeling embarrassed. “They showed your kiss scene, too.”
Shige groans. “I knew it would happen, but still,” he mumbles.
“Twenty seconds, huh?”
“Shut up,” Shige snaps.
Ryo does, thankfully, sitting back against the couch and sipping idly on his beer, eyes on the television screen as he turns it on. Shige tries not to fidget beside him because this whole situation is just too bizarre and he doesn’t know what to do. Make the first move? Start up something less embarrassing to talk about? What did he even really come over for, anyway? I-If it’s for, well, that, then…Then he might need some more beer, he thinks, staring down at his can and swirling around the liquid inside.
Shige’s about to go and get some more, if only for the fact that it gives him something to do, when he looks up to find Ryo staring curiously at him. Startled, Shige makes an embarrassing squeak and says, “W-What?”
Ryo doesn’t answer for a few moments, continues eyeing him in a way that has his body hot and cold all over, then asks lightly, “So, can you really kiss like that?”
Shige narrows his eyes, determining whether Ryo’s teasing or being serious. When it seems to tilt more towards the latter, he nods and says with practiced bravado, “Of course.”
Ryo’s voice is shrouded in skepticism. “Really?”
“Yes,” Shige answers.
“Prove it,” he challenges and Shige meets his gaze, sees the smirk in his eyes.
And so Shige does, wasting no time in putting their mouths together, eyes open just long enough to see Ryo’s own widening in surprise, clearly having not expected Shige to kiss him. When Ryo responds, Shige’s eyes fall close, tilting his head a little and sliding his tongue along the crease of Ryo’s mouth until the other parts his lips to let him in.
Ryo pulls away much sooner than Shige likes, trying to keep him close by holding onto his elbows, breathing softly against his jaw. Ryo’s licking his lips when Shige finally looks at him, eyes dancing, and says, “Well, this is promising.”
Shige smirks slightly but pulls him close by the collar, muttering, “Shut up,” before kissing him again. Ryo moans softly, fingers sliding around Shige’s back and curling into the fabric of his shirt, pulling the younger boy closer and closer until Shige finally shifts enough to push Ryo onto his back against the couch.
Ryo breaks the kiss suddenly, eyes popping open and staring at Shige with incredulity. Shige smirks and sweeps back in before Ryo has a chance to say something stupid. Thankfully Ryo doesn’t try to stop him again, kissing back with as much enthusiasm as Shige puts forth. Maybe this is going too fast, Shige muses as Ryo tugs viciously at his shirt until he pulls away far enough for Ryo to get it off his head, especially since this is Ryo, his bandmate, and in no way, shape or form would he be able to ignore him later if things turn out badly. But then Ryo’s fingers are white-hot as they flit along his sides, over his back, then press flat against his stomach, and Shige thinks it’s probably better to focus on now and worry about later, well, later.
So he works on unbuttoning Ryo’s shirt, fingers fumbling in his haste that Ryo chuckles against his mouth, breath ghosting against his jaw, and reaches out to help him. Shige gasps as Ryo leans in to suck against the crook of his neck and slips Ryo’s shirt off his shoulders, tosses it onto the floor. Shige reaches out to trace the curves and dips of Ryo’s abs, smirking against Ryo’s collarbone as the older man tilts his head back and sighs with contentment. His hips lift towards Shige and Ryo quickly grabs Shige’s waist and grinds against him particularly roughly and elicits a deep groan from Shige who’s now quickly getting ideas.
Pulling away a little he gasps, “N-Nishikido-kun-”
“Ryo,” interjects Ryo, looking up at Shige with bright eyes. “Call me Ryo.”
Shige’s heart does something traitorous and he nods, licks his lips. “Ryo,” he says and actually feels Ryo shudder. He smiles, repeats, “Ryo,” over and over, leaning back in and touching their lips together.
Ryo sighs into his mouth, tangles his fingers into Shige’s hair, then pulls back to say, “Bed. Now.”
Shige wastes no time to get onto his feet, leading the way into Ryo’s bedroom. Ryo pushes him back onto the mattress, straddles his hips and kisses him soundly on the mouth. Shige slides his hands up Ryo’s back, fingers pressing into his shoulder blades, and when Ryo breaks the kiss just momentarily to catch his breath, he smirks and rolls them over. A flash of surprise crosses Ryo’s eyes and Shige thinks he might get pissed and try to roll them over again, but then a look of heat, passionate and desperate, laced with arousal meets Shige’s eyes and he knows that this is what Ryo wants. His heart races but Shige thinks he’s more than willing to deliver.
In a matter of seconds they’re out of the rest of their clothes and Ryo’s straining his hips as Shige wraps a hand around their arousals, rubs them together. Shige mouths a path along Ryo’s skin, shoulder to shoulder, trying to keep control even when every nerve in his body is screaming, begging, for release. Then Ryo’s fisting a hand into his hair, pulling him up and fusing their mouths together, and Shige barely registers the sound of a drawer opening and rustling of items until Ryo’s pressing something into his palm.
He breaks the kiss and leans back on his knees, pops the cap of the lube and coats his fingers. Keeping his eyes locked on Ryo who’s gaze is heavy with lust, his cheeks flushed and head pressed back against the pillows, baring the beautiful slope of his neck, Shige presses in the first finger without hesitation. Ryo’s eyes widen as Shige works him carefully, soon sliding in a second finger, then followed by a third. He hooks his fingers, presses against that spot inside that has Ryo gasping and digging his nails into Shige’s shoulders, eyes falling shut as he moves his hips for more.
“You-You’re not new to this, are you?” Ryo gasps, now watching Shige slip on a condom and position himself properly between Ryo’s legs.
Shige grins. “I’m not as innocent as everyone seems to think.” And as if to prove it, he chooses that moment to grab Ryo’s hips tightly in his fingers and pushes inside. Intense heat greats him, suffocating as it sucks him in and resists him all at once, and he pauses once he’s in all the way, catches his breath, waits for Ryo to do the same.
Ryo starts it up first, rocking his hips to meet Shige’s, urging the younger boy to move. When he finally does, Ryo groans from the pleasure, his hands scrambling along the sheets, searching for purchase. Shige’s mind feels hazy, his veins searing with indescribable thrill, the last of his control quickly seeping out of him. His rhythm increases, angle changes just enough to strike against Ryo’s prostate on every thrust, delighting in the way he has Ryo moaning loudly in the room, the only other sounds are that of the sheets rustling beneath their bodies and the creak of the bed.
Ryo reaches out and threads his fingers in Shige’s hair, pulls him down enough to kiss him again, tongue sweeping into the younger boy’s mouth and licking along the roof. Shige groans heatedly, the sound sending shivers down Ryo’s spine, and slides a hand from Ryo’s hip over his leg, massages the insides of his thighs. Ryo whimpers, pulling apart and dropping his head back against the pillow, eyes fluttering close from Shige’s feathery touches.
Shige works him up, fingers close but not close enough, and he can feel Ryo growing impatient, whining incomprehensibly into the back of his hand. The sight has his stomach flipflopping pleasantly, his heart rate increasing tenfold, and Shige’s not really sure what this means, but he no longer cares because it all feels so fucking good.
Ryo’s eyes open again to meet Shige’s, shrouded in desperation, pleading. Shige presses his face into the crook of Ryo’s neck, sucks along his shoulder, and then finally wraps his fingers around Ryo’s erection, strokes him firmly, presses his thumb along the slit at the tip. Ryo’s voice pierces the air, loud and sharp and heading straight to Shige’s own arousal, building him up even more, need and want all pooling in the pit of his belly.
Shige noses the soft spot behind Ryo’s ear, gasping for breath. “Ryo,” he whispers, feels Ryo sucking in a breath, and that’s all it takes.
Ryo cries out beautifully as he comes, his back arching, straining for that final edge, as he spills over Shige’s fingers. He seeks out Shige’s mouth in the aftermath, presses sloppy kisses along the younger boy’s lips, and Shige only needs a few more thrusts, pushing past the resistance of Ryo’s body, before he follows. He kisses Ryo back slowly, gently, slipping out between his legs and pulling off the condom, tossing it into the bin beside the bed.
Shige slumps onto the mattress beside Ryo who’s stretching the length of the bed, arms over his head, and Shige’s eyes drift lazily over the slopes and curves of his body. He smiles when Ryo glances at him, feeling unimaginably sated and suddenly very sleepy. He doesn’t even have a moment to spare to think of what will happen in the morning, because Ryo’s kissing his forehead and pressing their palms together and right now, that’s all that matters.
end.
note; like i said, pointless porn. XD hope you liked~ thanks for reading! ♥
Title: All that matters
Pairing: Shige/Ryo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What he isn’t used to is Ryo pushing him up against the rehearsal room door after the rest of the members have left, and Ryo staring at him with dark powerful eyes that make Shige mentally search his brain for what he may have done to make Ryo look at him like that.
Author’s Note: 3234 words. PWP. I started this ages ago, but then lost my motivation for it and had to put it on hold anyway to finish je_fqfest. But I looked at it again today and finished it up, so here it is. Pointless porn. Not much else to it.
The articles mentioned in the beginning are translated here and here.
Six years with NewS and Shige’s pretty much used to being accosted after photoshoots/meetings/rehearsals/what-have-you by Ryo. It happens more often than not - Ryo demanding they go out for dinner or drinks, or Ryo complaining that Shige sings too loudly, too softly, or Ryo reprimanding him for making the wrong dance steps. Shige’s used to all of this. He almost expects it, nowadays. What he isn’t used to is Ryo pushing him up against the rehearsal room door after the rest of the members have left, and Ryo staring at him with dark powerful eyes that make Shige mentally search his brain for what he may have done to make Ryo look at him like that.
“Can I help you?” Shige says eventually when Ryo doesn’t say a thing.
Ryo eases back a little and says with an air of unimportance (but Shige knows that whatever this is, it’s a Very Big Deal), “I hear you think I’m perfect.”
Shige blinks. And thinks really hard. But for the life of him can’t remember a time when he’d said such a thing. “Huh?” he says lamely, when his memory fails him.
Ryo rolls his eyes and walks back to his bag, returning a moment later to shove a magazine into Shige’s hands. He points at a line on the page and says, “See what you said?”
Shige raises the magazine and reads it, eyes widening when he realizes he really did (in a kind of round-about way) imply that Ryo is perfect. “Oh,” he says. “That.”
“I didn’t know you felt that way, Shige,” Ryo says. “You should have said something sooner.”
“Feel what way?” Shige retorts, eyebrows arching. “This isn’t a declaration of my undying affection or anything.”
“Oh, really?” Ryo says skeptically, stepping up closer. “You said I never falter, Shige. That obviously means you like me, don’t you think?”
Shige instinctively steps back, which proves not to help his position as he soon finds himself pushed up against the door again. For someone so small, Ryo sure knows how to pull of seduction well, eyes gleaming and lips curving into a smirk that may under normal circumstances done nothing to Shige but now is somehow rendering him speechless. Ryo’s previous words come back to him, and it’s not as though he doesn’t like Ryo, because he does, though there is a fine line between liking him and wanting in his pants. At the moment the latter seems to be Ryo’s only aim, even though it makes practically no sense to Shige as to why Ryo would even care in the first place.
“You’re the one backing me up against the door, looking like you’re going to eat me,” Shige suddenly finds himself saying. “Don’t you think that means you obviously like me?”
Ryo blinks, the gleam in his eyes vanishing and replaced by a sudden solemn expression that has Shige wondering instantly if he said something wrong. “I do like you,” Ryo says a few moments later and Shige’s heart stops in his chest. “I said in that other magazine that I thought you were great. Didn’t you see that? You were reading it this morning.”
“I thought you were joking!” Shige exclaims, feeling a little overwhelmed, and somehow guilty though how was he supposed to know Ryo actually meant it?
“Why would I lie about something like that?” Ryo questions, now sounding so pitiful Shige really wonders how all of this suddenly became his fault.
“I don’t know, maybe because we always say things like that during interviews. It’s what sells. I can’t read something from a magazine and know for sure it’s how you actually feel,” Shige replies, crossing his arms over his chest and giving Ryo a very defensive look.
Ryo sets his jaw and stares straight at him, eyes dark and cutting into Shige’s soul. “Fine,” he says. “Then I’ll say it clearly right now. I like you.”
Shige stares at him, feeling as though the whole world had just turned on its axis. When his mind finally catches up to him, he lets out a laugh and says, “That’s great. Now can you move so I can leave?” When Ryo doesn’t move, Shige pushes him back and snakes around him, quickly grabbing his things and heading for the door before Ryo can say anything and stop him.
He doesn’t leave quickly enough, though, Ryo slamming the door shut when Shige opens it, and demanding, “I just tell you I like you and you’re going to leave?”
Shige looks stunned. “You…You’re actually being serious?”
Ryo groans. “No, moron. I just go around telling everyone I like them because I want to spread the love like Koyama,” he says sarcastically, then pins Shige with a hard stare. “If I tell you I like you, I mean it.”
“Oh.” Despite being considered the group’s genius, Shige can’t think of anything more to say than that.
Ryo’s eyes widen with horror and he takes a few steps back. “T-That’s all you have to say?”
“W-Well, it-it’s kind of sudden and I…” Shige trails off, not sure where he’s going, and Ryo’s horribly dejected look not helping to figure it out. He feels guilty; he doesn’t know why either, but seeing that look on Ryo’s face is enough to make his skin crawl as though he’d done something wrong.
“F-Fine,” Ryo says quickly. “Nevermind. Forget I said anything.” He turns and grabs his bag off the couch then shoves Shige away from the door. “See you.”
He’s out the door before Shige can even blink and it takes him almost five whole minutes of standing there in shock before he even thinks of going after him. Either Ryo was walking really slow or Shige is just lucky, but he catches up to the older man as he heads out the front doors.
Still positively confused about the whole thing, Shige calls out, “Wait!” and sighs with relief when Ryo stops midway in pushing open a door and turns back, eyes widening. Shige heads over as Ryo meets him, a gleam of hope just barely visible in his eyes, clouded by the disinterest he’s trying hard to display.
“What?” Ryo asks, and even his voice fails to sound as angry as he wishes.
“J-Just wait,” Shige says, catching his breath. “W-Wait.” He meets Ryo’s gaze and adds, “You can’t just say you like me and expect me to confess just as easily, you know.”
“Then just tell me you don’t like me and we can forget this ever happened, okay?”
“But I think I do,” Shige exclaims, eyes widening at his own realization. He sighs and hangs his head. “And that’s what’s making this so hard.”
Ryo assesses him for a moment, then sighs too, lets out a small smile. “It doesn’t have to be,” he says and when Shige looks up at him, continues, “You think too much.”
“I-I’m sor-” Shige starts but gets cut off as Ryo chooses that moment to kiss him, pressing his lips against his own, soft and warm and scarily perfect. It doesn’t last that long, and Ryo’s pulling back before Shige fully processes the whole thing, feeling slightly dazed and staring at Ryo with questioning eyes.
Ryo only smirks and Shige wonders since when did that action make him feel so hot all over, and says, “Come over tonight.”
Shige starts to nod immediately when he remembers his schedule and winces. “Can’t. Butai.”
Ryo rolls his eyes. “Come over after, then.”
“Okay,” Shige replies and Ryo just laughs before turning around and leaving.
It’s not until after Ryo’s gone and Shige’s sitting on the train does he realize just exactly what he’s gotten himself into. But as he slowly licks his lips, anticipation building up inside him, he thinks that it may not be so bad.
*
Natsuki’s waiting outside his dressing room when Shige dashes out the door, eager to get out and meet Ryo. He stops when he sees her and smiles, and she says, “A few of us were going out for drinks. Want to go?”
Shige shakes his head, expression apologetic. “I already have p-plans,” he stammers out, heart racing at the thought of those plans.
Natsuki smiles. “You did seem a little eager to leave all day,” she says and he winces guiltily. “Girlfriend?” she teases.
Shige flushes and thinks of Ryo. He smirks and says, “Something like that,” and hopes word never goes back to Ryo, who’d kill him if he knew Shige referred to him as a girl. “Sorry,” he adds again, and heads out.
*
He almost thinks about leaving when he finally reaches Ryo’s apartment, his nerves on end, but then Ryo opens the door, grinning widely when he sees him, and Shige loses his last chance. Ryo steps back to let him in and Shige quietly takes slips out of his shoes, follows Ryo into the kitchen.
“How was the show?” Ryo says simply, as if this was any other day and they hadn’t just kindofsortof professed their feelings hours earlier.
“Good,” Shige answers, nods as he takes the beer Ryo offers him. “Everyone seems to like it, which is the main thing, anyway.”
“Don’t you like it?” Ryo asks. “That’s important too.”
Shige shrugs. “It’s work,” he answers. “The co-stars are nice and fun. It’s not bad, at any rate.”
Ryo grins. “Because having to kiss Kato Natsuki everyday could only be terrible,” he teases.
Shige chokes on his drink and looks at Ryo questioningly.
“You’ve been on the news,” Ryo says, heading into the sitting room and flopping onto the couch. Shige sits beside him, feeling embarrassed. “They showed your kiss scene, too.”
Shige groans. “I knew it would happen, but still,” he mumbles.
“Twenty seconds, huh?”
“Shut up,” Shige snaps.
Ryo does, thankfully, sitting back against the couch and sipping idly on his beer, eyes on the television screen as he turns it on. Shige tries not to fidget beside him because this whole situation is just too bizarre and he doesn’t know what to do. Make the first move? Start up something less embarrassing to talk about? What did he even really come over for, anyway? I-If it’s for, well, that, then…Then he might need some more beer, he thinks, staring down at his can and swirling around the liquid inside.
Shige’s about to go and get some more, if only for the fact that it gives him something to do, when he looks up to find Ryo staring curiously at him. Startled, Shige makes an embarrassing squeak and says, “W-What?”
Ryo doesn’t answer for a few moments, continues eyeing him in a way that has his body hot and cold all over, then asks lightly, “So, can you really kiss like that?”
Shige narrows his eyes, determining whether Ryo’s teasing or being serious. When it seems to tilt more towards the latter, he nods and says with practiced bravado, “Of course.”
Ryo’s voice is shrouded in skepticism. “Really?”
“Yes,” Shige answers.
“Prove it,” he challenges and Shige meets his gaze, sees the smirk in his eyes.
And so Shige does, wasting no time in putting their mouths together, eyes open just long enough to see Ryo’s own widening in surprise, clearly having not expected Shige to kiss him. When Ryo responds, Shige’s eyes fall close, tilting his head a little and sliding his tongue along the crease of Ryo’s mouth until the other parts his lips to let him in.
Ryo pulls away much sooner than Shige likes, trying to keep him close by holding onto his elbows, breathing softly against his jaw. Ryo’s licking his lips when Shige finally looks at him, eyes dancing, and says, “Well, this is promising.”
Shige smirks slightly but pulls him close by the collar, muttering, “Shut up,” before kissing him again. Ryo moans softly, fingers sliding around Shige’s back and curling into the fabric of his shirt, pulling the younger boy closer and closer until Shige finally shifts enough to push Ryo onto his back against the couch.
Ryo breaks the kiss suddenly, eyes popping open and staring at Shige with incredulity. Shige smirks and sweeps back in before Ryo has a chance to say something stupid. Thankfully Ryo doesn’t try to stop him again, kissing back with as much enthusiasm as Shige puts forth. Maybe this is going too fast, Shige muses as Ryo tugs viciously at his shirt until he pulls away far enough for Ryo to get it off his head, especially since this is Ryo, his bandmate, and in no way, shape or form would he be able to ignore him later if things turn out badly. But then Ryo’s fingers are white-hot as they flit along his sides, over his back, then press flat against his stomach, and Shige thinks it’s probably better to focus on now and worry about later, well, later.
So he works on unbuttoning Ryo’s shirt, fingers fumbling in his haste that Ryo chuckles against his mouth, breath ghosting against his jaw, and reaches out to help him. Shige gasps as Ryo leans in to suck against the crook of his neck and slips Ryo’s shirt off his shoulders, tosses it onto the floor. Shige reaches out to trace the curves and dips of Ryo’s abs, smirking against Ryo’s collarbone as the older man tilts his head back and sighs with contentment. His hips lift towards Shige and Ryo quickly grabs Shige’s waist and grinds against him particularly roughly and elicits a deep groan from Shige who’s now quickly getting ideas.
Pulling away a little he gasps, “N-Nishikido-kun-”
“Ryo,” interjects Ryo, looking up at Shige with bright eyes. “Call me Ryo.”
Shige’s heart does something traitorous and he nods, licks his lips. “Ryo,” he says and actually feels Ryo shudder. He smiles, repeats, “Ryo,” over and over, leaning back in and touching their lips together.
Ryo sighs into his mouth, tangles his fingers into Shige’s hair, then pulls back to say, “Bed. Now.”
Shige wastes no time to get onto his feet, leading the way into Ryo’s bedroom. Ryo pushes him back onto the mattress, straddles his hips and kisses him soundly on the mouth. Shige slides his hands up Ryo’s back, fingers pressing into his shoulder blades, and when Ryo breaks the kiss just momentarily to catch his breath, he smirks and rolls them over. A flash of surprise crosses Ryo’s eyes and Shige thinks he might get pissed and try to roll them over again, but then a look of heat, passionate and desperate, laced with arousal meets Shige’s eyes and he knows that this is what Ryo wants. His heart races but Shige thinks he’s more than willing to deliver.
In a matter of seconds they’re out of the rest of their clothes and Ryo’s straining his hips as Shige wraps a hand around their arousals, rubs them together. Shige mouths a path along Ryo’s skin, shoulder to shoulder, trying to keep control even when every nerve in his body is screaming, begging, for release. Then Ryo’s fisting a hand into his hair, pulling him up and fusing their mouths together, and Shige barely registers the sound of a drawer opening and rustling of items until Ryo’s pressing something into his palm.
He breaks the kiss and leans back on his knees, pops the cap of the lube and coats his fingers. Keeping his eyes locked on Ryo who’s gaze is heavy with lust, his cheeks flushed and head pressed back against the pillows, baring the beautiful slope of his neck, Shige presses in the first finger without hesitation. Ryo’s eyes widen as Shige works him carefully, soon sliding in a second finger, then followed by a third. He hooks his fingers, presses against that spot inside that has Ryo gasping and digging his nails into Shige’s shoulders, eyes falling shut as he moves his hips for more.
“You-You’re not new to this, are you?” Ryo gasps, now watching Shige slip on a condom and position himself properly between Ryo’s legs.
Shige grins. “I’m not as innocent as everyone seems to think.” And as if to prove it, he chooses that moment to grab Ryo’s hips tightly in his fingers and pushes inside. Intense heat greats him, suffocating as it sucks him in and resists him all at once, and he pauses once he’s in all the way, catches his breath, waits for Ryo to do the same.
Ryo starts it up first, rocking his hips to meet Shige’s, urging the younger boy to move. When he finally does, Ryo groans from the pleasure, his hands scrambling along the sheets, searching for purchase. Shige’s mind feels hazy, his veins searing with indescribable thrill, the last of his control quickly seeping out of him. His rhythm increases, angle changes just enough to strike against Ryo’s prostate on every thrust, delighting in the way he has Ryo moaning loudly in the room, the only other sounds are that of the sheets rustling beneath their bodies and the creak of the bed.
Ryo reaches out and threads his fingers in Shige’s hair, pulls him down enough to kiss him again, tongue sweeping into the younger boy’s mouth and licking along the roof. Shige groans heatedly, the sound sending shivers down Ryo’s spine, and slides a hand from Ryo’s hip over his leg, massages the insides of his thighs. Ryo whimpers, pulling apart and dropping his head back against the pillow, eyes fluttering close from Shige’s feathery touches.
Shige works him up, fingers close but not close enough, and he can feel Ryo growing impatient, whining incomprehensibly into the back of his hand. The sight has his stomach flipflopping pleasantly, his heart rate increasing tenfold, and Shige’s not really sure what this means, but he no longer cares because it all feels so fucking good.
Ryo’s eyes open again to meet Shige’s, shrouded in desperation, pleading. Shige presses his face into the crook of Ryo’s neck, sucks along his shoulder, and then finally wraps his fingers around Ryo’s erection, strokes him firmly, presses his thumb along the slit at the tip. Ryo’s voice pierces the air, loud and sharp and heading straight to Shige’s own arousal, building him up even more, need and want all pooling in the pit of his belly.
Shige noses the soft spot behind Ryo’s ear, gasping for breath. “Ryo,” he whispers, feels Ryo sucking in a breath, and that’s all it takes.
Ryo cries out beautifully as he comes, his back arching, straining for that final edge, as he spills over Shige’s fingers. He seeks out Shige’s mouth in the aftermath, presses sloppy kisses along the younger boy’s lips, and Shige only needs a few more thrusts, pushing past the resistance of Ryo’s body, before he follows. He kisses Ryo back slowly, gently, slipping out between his legs and pulling off the condom, tossing it into the bin beside the bed.
Shige slumps onto the mattress beside Ryo who’s stretching the length of the bed, arms over his head, and Shige’s eyes drift lazily over the slopes and curves of his body. He smiles when Ryo glances at him, feeling unimaginably sated and suddenly very sleepy. He doesn’t even have a moment to spare to think of what will happen in the morning, because Ryo’s kissing his forehead and pressing their palms together and right now, that’s all that matters.
end.
note; like i said, pointless porn. XD hope you liked~ thanks for reading! ♥