fic; return the favor
Title: Return the favor
Pairing: Shige/Ryo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Due to extenuating circumstances out of his control, Shige ends up having to move in with Ryo.
Author’s Note: 6308 words. For ryogrande, who asked for it. ♥ This was just a random break from all of the exchange and challenge fic writing and because I greatly missed RyoShige. Idk, I had many ideas for this but this is what came out instead. ^^; I hope you enjoy it anyway~ :3
“You can stay with me,” Ryo says without even looking up from the magazine he’s reading.
Everyone stops and turns to him and Shige exclaims, “What?!”
“Well, why not?” Ryo counters. “I’m hardly at home anyway, now that I have another drama coming up and Kanjani8 stuff for 24 hour TV starting. Plus, you have a drama and your butai, so you’ll hardly be there, either.”
Shige stops to process this. He has to admit Ryo’s got a point. “I guess that’s true,” he admits.
“Exactly,” Ryo says. “So instead of whining about finding someplace to stay or moving around between these idiots, you can just stay with me. You said it’d only be for a week or so, until your apartment fixed it’s leaks or whatever it was.”
“Yeah, that’s what they said,” Shige replies. He stares at Ryo who still hasn’t looked up from where he definitely is not reading the magazine and ventures quietly, “You sure?”
Now Ryo looks up, startling Shige by meeting his eyes dead on. “I wouldn’t be offering if I wasn’t sure,” he says. “Bring you stuff around tonight, I’ll be home.”
“Okay,” Shige rushes to agree. “Thanks, Nishikido-kun.”
Ryo just shrugs and returns his eyes to the magazine, but Shige sees the tiny smile in the corner of his mouth before he turns to get ready for their photoshoot.
~
He “moves in” with Ryo that night, bringing just his most bare essentials thinking that for one week it won’t be necessary to pack up his whole life.
“You can use the extra room,” Ryo says. “I put out a futon and stuff for you.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” Shige insists, surprised by Ryo’s generosity as he follows Ryo to his new room. “I would’ve been fine sleeping on the couch.”
“I like my couch,” Ryo retorts. “I don’t need you denting it over the week. Besides, you have lots of work and sleeping on a couch won’t be good for you.”
“Well, thanks, then,” Shige says. He sets his bags down onto the floor by the laid out futon and offers Ryo a grateful smile.
Ryo looks away quickly and replies, “Yeah, whatever.”
Shige’s smile just widens. “So,” he prompts, thinking he should figure these things out now instead of later, “any rules I should know about?”
Ryo turns back to him, looks thoughtful. “You’re not an idiot, Shige, I think you know how to properly live in someone else’s apartment,” he replies eventually.
“While that’s true, I don’t want to overstep any of your boundaries,” Shige says.
Ryo shrugs, heads out of the room and Shige follows, watches as he gets to the kitchen and pulls out two beers. He hands one to Shige who accepts it but coniutes to stare at Ryo expectantly. “Okay, fine,” Ryo says after he cracks open his beer and takes a long drink. “You can use anything you want here. If you finish food or something, go buy more. I don’t need to come home and want to eat something to find it’s all gone.”
“Understandable,” Shige replies, opening his can as well. “Anything else?”
“Honestly,” Ryo says. “Not really.” He meets Shige’s eyes over the can, and adds, “Like I said, Shige, you’re not an idiot. I trust you won’t burn my apartment down.”
Shige laughs. “I’m glad to see you have such faith in me.”
“Don’t make me lose it,” Ryo adds with a smirk, and Shige nods his promise.
~
Living with Ryo is much like living by himself. It’s true that they’re both too busy that they’re hardly ever in the apartment at the same time. Whenever Ryo is there when Shige is, he’s usually sleeping or in his room. Despite technically living together, they don’t see each other any more than they did before.
Which isn’t really a bad thing, but Shige thinks it could’ve been nice to, perhaps, actually hang out with Ryo. For once, though, it seems like Shige is actually busier than him, with his butai and drama filming, Shige’s out much later than Ryo and comes back feeling dead on his feet. This probably greatly contributes to not spending much time actually hanging out - they’re both too exhausted to even try.
Four days into the week, Shige learns that the problems from his old apartment are going to take longer than anticipated. Of course, they don’t actually give him a time-frame, so Shige has no idea how long he’ll need to stay at Ryo’s.
“I don’t care, Shige,” Ryo says when Shige tells him this the next morning, the first time they’re both awake at once. “Stay as long as you need to.”
“I just feel bad,” Shige admits without thinking about it and then flushes when Ryo peers at him.
Ryo simply jabs him in the forehead and says, “Shut up.” Two seconds later he adds, “Help me make breakfast, and your debt is being paid.”
Shige laughs but takes over where Ryo’s making eggs so that Ryo can pull out bread and milk from the fridge. “What’re you making?”
“French toast,” Ryo replies. “You don’t have to head out soon, do you?”
Shige shakes his head. “No, I’ve got time,” he replies, and is suddenly really glad for it as this would be the first time the two of them get to eat together.
“Good,” Ryo says and Shige wonders if Ryo’s been wanting them to be able to spend some time together like Shige has.
They cook mostly in silence, Ryo barking out orders every now and then, and they end up sitting at the table, eating as they discuss what’s been happening over the past few days.
“I’ll try to come to your butai,” Ryo says at one point around a mouthful of toast.
“Don’t worry about it,” Shige dismisses. “You’re busy.”
“Well, what if I want to?”
Shige pauses with his fork halfway to his mouth. Ryo’s eyes are almost challenging and Shige takes the bite of his breakfast before he replies, “Then I hope you’ll enjoy it.”
Ryo laughs and it’s a brilliant sound, makes Shige’s heart thrum in his chest. “That’s such an idol-like answer, Shige,” he says, looking amused and Shige grins, Ryo’s bright smile infectuous.
“But I really do hope you’ll like it!” Shige insists and joins in with Ryo’s laughter.
They head out together that morning, parting ways in the lobby, and Shige finds himself in an exceptionally good mood for the rest of the day that his cast members for the butai and drama seem to notice.
~
Shige comes home late at the end of their first week living together to find Ryo still awake, watching the news on the couch.
“Hey, welcome back,” Ryo says, looking up to greet up. “You look like shit.”
“Thanks, Nishikido-kun,” Shige replies sarcastically, dumping his bag by the genkan and walking over to the couch before he flops straight on it.
Ryo chuckles. “Rough day?” he questions.
“I don’t know how you do it,” Shige admits into the armrest. “You are like, superhuman. Or something.”
Ryo rolls his eyes. “You get used to something after doing it for seven years,” he says.
Shige twists and turns on the couch, stretching his arms over his head. “You have a point,” Shige replies. “I’m glad I have so much to do, but it’s tiring.” He winces as he lowers his arms. “And my back is killing me.”
Ryo eyes him for just a bit too long that Shige cocks an eyebrow and questions, “What?”
Ryo simply turns off the TV, gets to his feet and says, “Wait here,” before he disappears into his bedroom. Shige blinks after him, confused, and when Ryo returns a minute later, he’s holding a bottle of lotion.
“Take your shirt off,” Ryo instructs and Shige’s eyes widen.
“What?!” he exclaims, feeling a blush creep up in his cheeks. “Why?”
Ryo looks at him like he’s an idiot. “Because, I’m being generous,” he replies which doesn’t answer Shige’s question at all. When Shige doesn’t make any attempt to strip Ryo sighs, like explaining is annoying, and elaborates, “I’m going to give you a massage.”
And, if possible, Shige’s face heats up even more. “Not necessary, Nishikido-kun,” he insists, but Ryo clearly isn’t having any of that. He pushes Shige down on his stomach upon the couch and straddles his hips.
“Shut up,” Ryo says. “You’ll feel better. Trust me.” He struggles with Shige for a while, but eventually the idea of a free massage wins out and Shige lets Ryo pulls his shirt up over his head.
“You really don’t need to--” he starts, but when Ryo punches him half-heartedly in the arm, he backtracks and says, “Okay, okay, just get on with it, then.”
“Most people would be thrilled to get a free massage,” Ryo says, shifting on top of him until he gets comfortable.
“It’s just...unexpected,” Shige mumbles.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Ryo says, squeezing out lotion onto Shige’s back and smirking when Shige shivers. “This is just a one-time, deal. You can pay me back later.”
“Sure, whatever,” Shige rushes to agree as Ryo starts to knead his fingers against the muscles in his back. “Just keep doing that.”
Ryo laughs and Shige just sighs contentedly, resting his head on top of his folded arms. His eyes close and he lets the feeling wash over him, the kinks and stress that have been building up inside of him slowly releasing as Ryo continues to massage him.
It feels amazing. Shige doesn’t remember the last time he had a massage, it must have been years ago, but this doesn’t even compare to that one. It’s much better, thought what that means, he’s not sure; either Ryo’s a secretly talented masseur or Shige is just that stressed that any bit of pressure is relief.
It’s probably a bit of both, but Ryo really is good at this, and Shige can barely stop the tiny noises of contentment as Ryo presses his fingers harder against his body. The lotion is warm, but nothing like the heat that seems to radiate through Ryo’s touch, and Shige thinks he could probably lie here and have Ryo massage him all day. It’s a very nice thought, and it fills his brain as Ryo’s hands splay across his back, starting up at his shoulder blades before trailing all the way down his spine and then up again. He presses the heel of his palm against his back and Shige lets out a small moan at the way his body loosens.
“This feels really good,” he manages to say, his voice sounding faraway.
Ryo doesn’t say anything for a moment but when he does his voice comes out oddly strangled, and he pushes his knuckles against Shige’s back a little roughly, “I told you.”
“Don’t stop,” Shige adds with a deep sigh, shifting just a little to stop the rest of his body from falling asleep on him.
And that’s when he feels it, just barely pressed against the small of his back when Ryo moves with him, and his eyes pop open because he can’t be sure.
But now the thought is in his head, that perhaps Ryo’s turned on by this, and just the idea has arousal pooling in the pit of Shige’s belly as Ryo’s fingers continue their gentle ministrations across his body. And everything suddenly feels even more sensational, his earlier contentment now morphing into a completely different kind of pleasure, one that seems to burn slow and smooth like a candle just beneath his skin.
Ryo’s hands rub his shoulders, brush along the nape of his neck and down the curve of his back. His fingers trail up along his sides and push into the tense spots again and again until they soften and leaves Shige feeling lax, pliable.
He feels himself harden as Ryo continues to work, oblivious, wonders if what he had felt earlier really had been Ryo being turned on because he’s doing a mighty fine job of hiding it. Shige can’t, and he moves, rocking his hips just a bit, trying to get comfortable when he’s straining against his jeans and has Ryo stradding his hips.
It doesn’t help, not one bit, the friction only makes him harder, and he bites down on his bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud. He tries not to move again but it’s almost impossible, like his brain has lost control and his body has taken over.
Then, Ryo snaps, “Stop moving,” and Shige can tell from the frustrated sound of his voice that it’s not before Shige’s disrupting his massage.
For a second Shige contemplates just turning around, turning around and maybe rocking against Ryo, pulling him close and getting off like that. Of course, this thought only helps his predicament even less and suddenly Ryo’s climbing off of him.
Shige turns to look at him but Ryo’s already heading toward his room, grumbling, “I think that’s good enough.” Shige watches the door slam shut behind him before he heaves a deep sigh and drops his head against the couch seat.
“Fuck,” he mutters, and it takes him a very long time to get his body to move up from the couch and shuffle into the bathroom.
Under the shower, he can let his mind run wild, and despite getting possibly the best massage he’ll ever have in his life, with his hand wrapped around his erection and Ryo’s face in his mind, he thinks that there’s just something more he would’ve liked to happen.
~
Shige doesn’t forget that night; how could he, when the very thought seems to have permanently etched itself to the his brain and, for good measure, to the back of his eyelids so that it’s all he sees, whenever he closes his eyes, this unfounded fantasy of him and Ryo stuck on repeat.
It makes living together suddenly awkward. Now Shige dreads going back to the apartment, always hoping that Ryo’s not there or at least hidden in his room so Shige doesn’t have to face him. It’s pathetic, he knows it, but he’s not sure what else to do about it.
Ryo, of course, is ever nonchalant, cool and carefree. Three days later, when they end up having dinner together (much to Shige’s internal displeasure), Ryo simply asks, “How’s your back treating you now?”
Shige almost chokes on his food and ignores Ryo’s stare as he replies, “Much better. I never thanked you for that, did I? Thanks, Nishikido-kun.”
Ryo just waves a hand in dismissal. “Like I said, you can pay me back later.”
A hundred different scenarios of how exactly Shige could pay him back pop up in his head and it must show on his face because Ryo peers at him worriedly and asks, “Are you okay?”
Shige pushes the ideas away, stuffing him into the back of his mind, but they still continue to linger inside him. He puts on what he hopes is a genuine smile and nods. “I’m fine,” he replies, and Ryo simply shrugs, turns back to his food, and as the thoughts start cropping back up in his head, Shige knows he’s anything but fine.
~
“You guys haven’t killed each other yet?” Yamapi questions instantly when NEWS meets up again two days later for an early morning interview and photo shoot.
“Were you expecting us to?” Ryo demands.
Yamapi shakes his head, beams. “No, but Jin did. Now he owes me 2000 yen!” He flips out his phone to clearly let Jin know about his loss.
“Why would you bet on something like that?” Shige questions, feeling slightly insulted. “It’s not like we hate each other.”
Yamapi shrugs. “Easy money?” he replies. “I didn’t think you guys would. It’s good that everything’s going well.”
“Well, truthfully, we’re barely in the apartment at the same time,” Shige replies, trying not to sound too glum about it.
“It’s actually kind of lame,” Ryo admits and Shige turns to him surprised. Ryo catches his look and the tips of his ears turn red. He looks away quickly and adds hastily, “Not that I care.”
Tegoshi looks at Ryo with amusement and says, “Really? Because it sounds like you do~”
The others all taunt Ryo while Shige just gapes at the way Ryo looks decidedly embarrassed, snapping at them to stop until Koyama finally relents and asks Shige, “When can you go back to your apartment?”
Shige shrugs. “They haven’t said yet,” he replies. “Nishikido-kun said I could stay as long as needed, though.”
“Probably because he doesn’t want you to leave,” Yamapi snickers, poking Ryo’s cheek.
Shige just laughs, disbelieving, while Ryo glares at Yamapi before joining Shige over where he’s sitting.
“Idiots,” he grumbles and Shige grins.
They simply sit side by side in silence, but Shige is incredibly aware of Ryo’s shoulder just pressed against his. he thinks he’s starting to get a problem, here, when all he can think about is what happened the other night. It’s ridiculous but he can’t help it. And now, Ryo’s admission that it’s lame how they haven’t been able to spend more time together only makes Shige think about various ways they could, perhaps starting with another back massage. Except this time Shige could give it to Ryo, since after seeing him walk around the apartment last night in just his boxers had led to thoughts of running his hands across the tanned skin and--
“When are you coming back tonight?” Ryo asks, suddenly cutting in through Shige’s thoughts.
Shige mentally pulls up his schedule and replies after a moment, “There are two shows today, but I have a meeting after the evening one. Maybe around eight?” He pauses and adds, “Why?”
Ryo looks slightly embarrassed again. “I was thinking we could watch a movie or something tonight. I meant what I said, before. It is lame we haven’t actually done anything since you’ve been staying with me.”
“It can’t be helped, when we’re both so busy,” he says. “But I agree. You could’ve said something before, you know.”
“So could you,” Ryo retorts and they both laugh. “We’re awful roommates,” Ryo says.
“You’re not so bad. Any roommate that can give free massages is great in my book,” Shige says without thinking, and then quickly drops his gaze from Ryo’s. He never meant to bring up that night, especially since it always seems to give him ideas, but Ryo doesn’t seem concerned, just grins and nudges Shige with an elbow.
“I’m still waiting for you to pay me back for that,” he teases and Shige lets out a nervous laugh.
“Well,” he says thickly, “what do you want?”
Ryo’s eyes meet his again and Shige feels like he’s drowning in it, the intensity making his skin crawl in a strangely pleasant sensation. “I think you can figure that out on your own, Shige,” he says simply, and then heads off to talk to Yamapi.
Shige stares after him, wondering if the that look in Ryo’s eyes meant the same thing as what Shige’s considering as payment.
But when Ryo glances back at him, catching his eyes and giving this tiny smirk in the corner of his mouth, Shige’s pretty sure he’s reading Ryo loud and fucking clear.
~
Shige ends up late going home that night (and it’s funny how he’s starting to consider Ryo’s apartment “home” when he’s only been there for almost two weeks - but somehow, it does feel like home, and maybe it’s because he knows he’s coming back to Ryo being there, waiting for him, or looking forward to whenever Ryo gets back himself) and he misses their tentative movie-night plans.
Ryo’s lying on the couch, asleep, and Shige wonders if he had been waiting up for him. He’s late by nearly two hours but never had a chance to message Ryo to tell him as such, and now feels slightly guilty about it. He was looking forward to being able to hang out, to perhaps being able to give Ryo his payment.
He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about that all day, this constant nagging in the back of his mind that made it hard to concentrate during his meetings and, dangerously, his performance that night. He should be better than that, but it’s difficult not to think about something that continuously makes his heart beat faster and his skin tingle with want.
Just as he starts to wonder whether he should wake Ryo up or leave him there, Ryo stirs, blinking his eyes open and looking up at Shige who’s standing behind the couch.
“Fuck,” Ryo says, jumping slightly. “Don’t stare like that, you creep.”
Shige laughs. “Sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Ryo just stretches, shakes his head. “I wasn’t really asleep,” he says, and then narrows his eyes at Shige. “What the fuck, by the way. We were going to hang out tonight. I thought you’d be back around eight.”
“I thought so too,” Shige says apologetically. “The meetings after the show ran late. I didn’t have a chance to let you know.”
Ryo nods as he stands up and rubs the back of his neck. “Can’t be helped,” he says, though he sounds vaguely disappointed.
“I would’ve much rather had a movie night with you than being stuck in that meeting,” Shige says honestly, before he can stop himself. He’s starting to think he needs to keep his mouth shut more, especially when Ryo turns to glance at him over his shoulder, his eyes intense like from earlier that day.
“Really?” he questions, turning away and heading into the kitchen. Shige follows, watches as he grabs a glass from the cabinet and fills it with water.
“Yeah, I was planning on paying you back for that massage.” He really needs to work on that brain-to-mouth filter.
Now Ryo looks intrigued from where he’s staring from over the rim of the glass. “I’ve been waiting for that,” he replies after emptying the glass and setting it by the sink. “So, what’s your plan? A back massage? Doing the dishes until you have to leave? Being my slave for a week? I have a lot of ideas if--”
Shige cuts him off before he can get any further, leaning toward him and tentatively brushing their lips together. Ryo’s eyes widen for a moment before they slowly fall shut and then he’s kissing back and that surprises Shige.
This wasn’t entirely how he’d planned his whole seduction thing; in his head they would’ve both been drunk by now, and the liquid courage would’ve been much more helpful, even though he feels pretty triumphant about kissing Ryo without having to push himself to do it.
It probably helps that it’s all he’s thought about for the past five days or so.
And the reality of it, right now, is infinitely better than anything Shige had thought about. Ryo’s lips are warm and smooth, his tongue is demanding as it slips into his mouth and dances with his, and when Shige presses his fingers to the back of Ryo’s neck, the small noise Ryo makes has Shige’s blood pounding in his ears.
Ryo’s the first to pull back, breathing heavily against Shige’s jaw until he lets out an amused laugh. His eyes flick up to Shige’s and he says, “Well, this is definitely one way to return the favor. I was just expecting you to offer me a massage.”
Shige replies with his lips against the corner of Ryo’s mouth, “This is just another form of stress relief.” And after sharing another heated kiss, he adds, “This is also more preferable.”
Ryo grins. “I don’t know,” he says, fingers pulling on Shige’s waist until they’re pressed up together. “You seemed to enjoy that massage.”
Flustered, Shige can only respond with, “I recall you being the one to run away,” and he pushes Ryo against the counter, rocks his hips against his.
“I’m not going anywhere now,” Ryo gasps, fingers curling into Shige’s hair. “So stop talking and touch me--yes.”
As Shige’s always been good at following orders and Ryo seems to like giving them, this ends up going being much easier than Shige had anticipated. Though it might be because he feels like he’s already addicted, drowning in Ryo’s warm body against his, the taste of his lips, the sound of his voice in Shige’s ear. And he thinks he could be content just staying there, pressed up together and kissing, but when Ryo starts to bitch that the counter is digging into his back does Shige pull away with a laugh.
Ryo’s eyes are searching when they look at each other then, and before Shige can say something, anything, Ryo’s grabbed his hand and is dragging him out of the kitchen.
He’s pushed down onto Ryo’s bed and Ryo’s clambering on top of him and Shige barely gets his hands onto Ryo’s hips before Ryo’s kissing him again. He could get used to kissing Ryo, but that’s not all he’s thought about over the past few days. And from the way Ryo grinds against him pointedly, Shige thinks Ryo feels the same way.
That’s enough for Shige to throw caution to the wind and let his feelings guide him instead of his brain. He slides a hand up under Ryo’s shirt, fingers tracing the lines of his abs and smirking in the corner of his mouth at the way Ryo’s breath hitches. He tugs up on the hem of his shirt and Ryo helps him pull it off of his head. He’s seen Ryo without a shirt on many times (he practically walks around naked at home and during tours) but with Ryo straddling his hips above him, it’s an entirely different experience, and Shige’s arousal tightens in the pit of his stomach.
“You, too,” Ryo demands, pulling on Shige’s shirt with annoyance until Shige sits up, knocking Ryo onto the side, and takes his shirt off. Ryo grabs it from him and tosses it off the bed before claiming Shige’s lips with his, a fierce kiss that rocks Shige to his core. His skin feels too hot, Ryo’s fingers skating across his stomach making it almost unbearable, and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to make this last long at all.
Fortunately Ryo doesn’t seem eager to drag it out either because in the next second he’s pulling on Shige’s belt as he attaches his lips to Shige’s collarbone. Shige groans unabashedly, fingers curling back into Ryo’s hair and holding on tightly as Ryo moves down his body. And it gives him something to distract himself with when Ryo drags his pants and boxers down his legs and wraps a hand around his erection.
“Shit, Nishikido-kun--” he starts, his voice turning into a moan as Ryo strokes him deftly, glancing up to meet Shige’s eyes.
There’s a whole world of emotions there, dark and deep and full of unbridled energy that has Shige’s heart trembling against his ribs. Then he says in this voice Shige will never forget, “Just call me Ryo,” before he dips his head to suck Shige’s cock past his lips.
And Shige does, it’s all he can get out, Ryo’s name seeming to rip from his throat as he’s engulfed in this incredible hot, wet heat. It’s possibly the best fucking blowjob Shige’s ever recieved and he’s certain Ryo knows it too, from the glint in his eyes when Shige looks down at him, watching as he disappears into Ryo’s mouth again and again, his red lips bright and alluring.
It’s awkward to keep watching from this angle so Shige drops his head back and tightens his fingers in Ryo’s hair when Ryo flicks his tongue against the tip. Heat coils in his belly and he’s so eager to come already, and Ryo must be able to sense it because then he’s pulling away and leaving Shige completely dissatisfied.
Ryo just smirks, licking his lips, and Shige yanks him close by the arm and crushes their mouths together. Ryo reciprocates fervently and lets out these tiny provocative noises that makes Shige even more aware of how close he is. He pushes Ryo off him and says in a low voice he ddin’t know he possessed, “Undress.”
Ryo looks momentarily surprised but then he’s doing exactly as Shige instructed, climbing up off the bed to undo his jeans. Shige pushes off his own remaining clothes and when Ryo’s back on the bed, Shige pushes him down against it, fitting himself above him and kissing him with the same urgency that’s rushing through his body.
“Shige,” Ryo gasps, rocking up against him and they both groan when their arousals brush together between them. He presses a hand to Shige’s shoulder to stop him for a moment before reaching toward the side table and fumbling around in the drawer.
Shige gnaws on his lower lip as he waits and when Ryo shoves a small tube at him, he looks down at Ryo in surprise.
“Just do it,” Ryo snaps, impatient and horribly turned on, glaring from behind his bangs.
Shige licks his lips and replies, “If that’s what you want,” and only a little nervous, he squeezes the lube onto his fingers, reaches between Ryo’s legs.
Ryo’s fingers dig into Shige’s arms as Shige pushes one of his inside slowly, trying to be careful, but Ryo doesn’t seem to want any of that. He rocks downward, grabs Shige’s wrist to press his finger in further and demands, “More.”
So Shige gives it to him, pushing in another finger and stretching him purposefully, until Ryo is groaning for it, moving against the bed, and it’s possibly one of the hottest things Shige’s ever seen. It’s also incredibly distracting, fingers slowing until Ryo pushes on Shige’s wrist again, reminding him about what he’s supposed to be doing with a completely annoyed look on his face. Shige almost laughs; only Ryo could get pissed during sex.
“I could do this better on my own,” Ryo bitches and it makes Shige’s eyes narrow, work harder to prove himself, even though he doesn’t need to prove anything to Ryo, but when Ryo moans shamelessly, glad that Shige’s finally doing something, he realizes that was probably Ryo’s intent.
“Bastard,” Shige says without bite and Ryo just grabs him by the hair, breathes, “Shut up,” into his mouth and kisses him.
The kiss doesn’t last long at all because soon Ryo’s muttering, “Oh, god, right there,” when Shige presses in a third finger and finds that spot inside that makes Ryo shake almost violently beneath him, and Shige’s own arousal claw through his veins.
“Fuck me,” Ryo says, his voice rich and powerful and Shige thinks he’d do anything Ryo ever wanted if he just used that voice.
Right now there’s only one thing he wants, and he pulls his fingers out, hastily prepares himself with the condom Ryo practically throws in his face, and then he’s pushing Ryo’s legs up and pressing in and--
“Fuck,” he hisses, eyes falling shut at the overwhelming sensation that grips him, wrapping tight around his body as he fills Ryo completely and stills, just barely able to breathe through the incredible feeling.
Ryo’s back is arched against the bed, one hand clenching the bedsheets while the other continues to dig into Shige’s arm and Shige’s sure there’ll be little crescent shaped marks there later. But that’s the least of his concerns right now, trying to reign in control of his brain and of his body that just screams at him to move, do something, and only when he finally opens his eyes, finds Ryo staring right back up at him, does he let out a shaky breath and let all restraint go.
He moves, and Ryo moans, this low, throaty sound that seems to cascade pleasure down Shige back. He holds Ryo’s hips in his hands and he rocks into it, setting this rhythm that lacks all finesse, just raw and hard and desperate, the result of everything that’s built up inside him over the last few days.
Then Ryo undulates, just once, almost experimentally, and he meets Shige’s efforts and it’s utterly blissful, the feeling that fills him. His voice comes out all choked, his head falling forward until the tips of his bangs brush against Ryo’s chest. Ryo moves again and again into Shige’s thrusts, all greedy, eager, and he pulls his hand that’s clenched in the sheets out to brush the hair from Shige’s face, tracing down his face and around his neck, and down, down the curve of Shige’s back. It’s soft and slow and a complete contrast from their heated movements, and when Shige shifts back, meets Ryo’s eyes, they’re black and endless.
Ryo kisses him, leaning up just a bit and putting words into this action, and Shige can feel it deep in his chest. It’s spiraling inside him now, arousal and this feeling, and when Ryo tells him harder, faster, more, Shige can only comply, groaning loudly against Ryo’s mouth.
Sometime, then, Ryo shoves a hand between them, enclosing around his straining erection and he cries out from the pleasure, his head pressed back against the pillow and Shige leans in to suck along his exposed throat. His eyes clench tight as Ryo gets himself off, squeezing around him like a vice and it’s good, it’s so fucking good, and Shige can’t hold out anymore, not when Ryo’s moaning into his ear and his body seems to be wrenching the release out of him and it’s all he can do to just grunt Ryo’s name into the slick skin of his clavicle before giving in.
It washes over him, the indescribable feeling and it leaves him breathless and wholly satisfied that it takes him a moment to realize Ryo’s groaning his name, over and over, because he still hasn’t come yet.
“Touch me,” Ryo commands, though it comes out as more of desperate whisper, and Shige does, knocking his own hand away and replacing it with his. He strokes him fast and dirty until Ryo’s hips move up into it and he comes, hard, over Shige’s fingers.
They lay there, with the sound of breathing heavy in the air, until Ryo wordlessly reaches for some tissues on the bedside table. Shige pulls away and they clean up, and all the while he avoids Ryo’s eyes, because, really, what does one say after fucking his bandmate?
He collapses onto the bed, wondering whether he should leave to his own room, when Ryo stretches with this contented sigh, and slides out of bed. Shige watches him with apprehension as Ryo slips on his boxers and disappears out the door. His heart sinks into his stomach and he’s just about to get up and redress when Ryo returns with a bottle of water that he’s cracking open before drinking.
He grins, offers it to Shige who takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” he says, and Ryo laughs.
“For what?” he teases, rifling through the side table drawer. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “The water or the good sex?”
Shige watches him light up, a little mesmerized by Ryo’s entirely casual attitude, while Shige still feels at ends inside. Ryo meets his eyes, and Shige finds himself replying, “So it was good?”
Ryo lets out a drag and smirks. He climbs back into bed, hovers over Shige and when he kisses him this time he tastes of smoke; it’s oddly addicting. When they break apart, Ryo simply leans back against the headrest and puts his cigarette back to his lips. Then, “What do you think?” he replies, his eyes bright, and every worry dispels from Shige’s mind, and he laughs, sinking down against Ryo and exchanging kisses between Ryo’s cigarette, and forgetting that, eventually, he has to return to his own apartment.
~
It’s that very next morning that Shige finds a voicemail after digging out his phone from his forgotten pants that informs him that his apartment building has been fixed and all tenants are able to return as soon as they wish.
“Who was that?” Ryo questions, sleepily, from where he’s lying beside Shige.
“My apartment’s been fixed,” Shige explains, turning to look at Ryo, and wondering, for a moment, what might just happen when he leaves.
Ryo, however, just reaches a hand out and pulls Shige down to kiss him, and later, he says, “You could, just, you know, stay here longer, if you wanted.”
Shige stares at him. Ryo looks slightly embarrassed, and then turns furious when Shige doesn’t say anything. Before Ryo can snap at him though Shige says exaggeratedly, “Are you asking me to move in with you, Ryo?” He mock-gasps. “Isn’t that moving too fast?”
Ryo punches him, red in the face. “Fucker,” he grumbles. “That’s not what I meant.” But after a moment he adds, “Though, really, you can stay, sometimes. If you want.”
A smile spreads across Shige’s lips and he replies, “Well, it might be a pain taking my stuff back to my apartment...”
Ryo looks a little surprised but then he laughs and pushes Shige onto his back, climbs up over him. He smirks. “Since that’s settled, I think I should pay you back for paying me back last night,” he says and Shige chuckles.
“If we continue like that, I might never leave,” Shige points out, jokingly.
“I’m okay with that,” Ryo says and when Shige kisses him, he thinks that he might be okay with that, too.
end.
note: a;sldkg i hope you enjoyed it~ thank you for reading!! ♥ :3
Pairing: Shige/Ryo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Due to extenuating circumstances out of his control, Shige ends up having to move in with Ryo.
Author’s Note: 6308 words. For ryogrande, who asked for it. ♥ This was just a random break from all of the exchange and challenge fic writing and because I greatly missed RyoShige. Idk, I had many ideas for this but this is what came out instead. ^^; I hope you enjoy it anyway~ :3
“You can stay with me,” Ryo says without even looking up from the magazine he’s reading.
Everyone stops and turns to him and Shige exclaims, “What?!”
“Well, why not?” Ryo counters. “I’m hardly at home anyway, now that I have another drama coming up and Kanjani8 stuff for 24 hour TV starting. Plus, you have a drama and your butai, so you’ll hardly be there, either.”
Shige stops to process this. He has to admit Ryo’s got a point. “I guess that’s true,” he admits.
“Exactly,” Ryo says. “So instead of whining about finding someplace to stay or moving around between these idiots, you can just stay with me. You said it’d only be for a week or so, until your apartment fixed it’s leaks or whatever it was.”
“Yeah, that’s what they said,” Shige replies. He stares at Ryo who still hasn’t looked up from where he definitely is not reading the magazine and ventures quietly, “You sure?”
Now Ryo looks up, startling Shige by meeting his eyes dead on. “I wouldn’t be offering if I wasn’t sure,” he says. “Bring you stuff around tonight, I’ll be home.”
“Okay,” Shige rushes to agree. “Thanks, Nishikido-kun.”
Ryo just shrugs and returns his eyes to the magazine, but Shige sees the tiny smile in the corner of his mouth before he turns to get ready for their photoshoot.
~
He “moves in” with Ryo that night, bringing just his most bare essentials thinking that for one week it won’t be necessary to pack up his whole life.
“You can use the extra room,” Ryo says. “I put out a futon and stuff for you.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” Shige insists, surprised by Ryo’s generosity as he follows Ryo to his new room. “I would’ve been fine sleeping on the couch.”
“I like my couch,” Ryo retorts. “I don’t need you denting it over the week. Besides, you have lots of work and sleeping on a couch won’t be good for you.”
“Well, thanks, then,” Shige says. He sets his bags down onto the floor by the laid out futon and offers Ryo a grateful smile.
Ryo looks away quickly and replies, “Yeah, whatever.”
Shige’s smile just widens. “So,” he prompts, thinking he should figure these things out now instead of later, “any rules I should know about?”
Ryo turns back to him, looks thoughtful. “You’re not an idiot, Shige, I think you know how to properly live in someone else’s apartment,” he replies eventually.
“While that’s true, I don’t want to overstep any of your boundaries,” Shige says.
Ryo shrugs, heads out of the room and Shige follows, watches as he gets to the kitchen and pulls out two beers. He hands one to Shige who accepts it but coniutes to stare at Ryo expectantly. “Okay, fine,” Ryo says after he cracks open his beer and takes a long drink. “You can use anything you want here. If you finish food or something, go buy more. I don’t need to come home and want to eat something to find it’s all gone.”
“Understandable,” Shige replies, opening his can as well. “Anything else?”
“Honestly,” Ryo says. “Not really.” He meets Shige’s eyes over the can, and adds, “Like I said, Shige, you’re not an idiot. I trust you won’t burn my apartment down.”
Shige laughs. “I’m glad to see you have such faith in me.”
“Don’t make me lose it,” Ryo adds with a smirk, and Shige nods his promise.
~
Living with Ryo is much like living by himself. It’s true that they’re both too busy that they’re hardly ever in the apartment at the same time. Whenever Ryo is there when Shige is, he’s usually sleeping or in his room. Despite technically living together, they don’t see each other any more than they did before.
Which isn’t really a bad thing, but Shige thinks it could’ve been nice to, perhaps, actually hang out with Ryo. For once, though, it seems like Shige is actually busier than him, with his butai and drama filming, Shige’s out much later than Ryo and comes back feeling dead on his feet. This probably greatly contributes to not spending much time actually hanging out - they’re both too exhausted to even try.
Four days into the week, Shige learns that the problems from his old apartment are going to take longer than anticipated. Of course, they don’t actually give him a time-frame, so Shige has no idea how long he’ll need to stay at Ryo’s.
“I don’t care, Shige,” Ryo says when Shige tells him this the next morning, the first time they’re both awake at once. “Stay as long as you need to.”
“I just feel bad,” Shige admits without thinking about it and then flushes when Ryo peers at him.
Ryo simply jabs him in the forehead and says, “Shut up.” Two seconds later he adds, “Help me make breakfast, and your debt is being paid.”
Shige laughs but takes over where Ryo’s making eggs so that Ryo can pull out bread and milk from the fridge. “What’re you making?”
“French toast,” Ryo replies. “You don’t have to head out soon, do you?”
Shige shakes his head. “No, I’ve got time,” he replies, and is suddenly really glad for it as this would be the first time the two of them get to eat together.
“Good,” Ryo says and Shige wonders if Ryo’s been wanting them to be able to spend some time together like Shige has.
They cook mostly in silence, Ryo barking out orders every now and then, and they end up sitting at the table, eating as they discuss what’s been happening over the past few days.
“I’ll try to come to your butai,” Ryo says at one point around a mouthful of toast.
“Don’t worry about it,” Shige dismisses. “You’re busy.”
“Well, what if I want to?”
Shige pauses with his fork halfway to his mouth. Ryo’s eyes are almost challenging and Shige takes the bite of his breakfast before he replies, “Then I hope you’ll enjoy it.”
Ryo laughs and it’s a brilliant sound, makes Shige’s heart thrum in his chest. “That’s such an idol-like answer, Shige,” he says, looking amused and Shige grins, Ryo’s bright smile infectuous.
“But I really do hope you’ll like it!” Shige insists and joins in with Ryo’s laughter.
They head out together that morning, parting ways in the lobby, and Shige finds himself in an exceptionally good mood for the rest of the day that his cast members for the butai and drama seem to notice.
~
Shige comes home late at the end of their first week living together to find Ryo still awake, watching the news on the couch.
“Hey, welcome back,” Ryo says, looking up to greet up. “You look like shit.”
“Thanks, Nishikido-kun,” Shige replies sarcastically, dumping his bag by the genkan and walking over to the couch before he flops straight on it.
Ryo chuckles. “Rough day?” he questions.
“I don’t know how you do it,” Shige admits into the armrest. “You are like, superhuman. Or something.”
Ryo rolls his eyes. “You get used to something after doing it for seven years,” he says.
Shige twists and turns on the couch, stretching his arms over his head. “You have a point,” Shige replies. “I’m glad I have so much to do, but it’s tiring.” He winces as he lowers his arms. “And my back is killing me.”
Ryo eyes him for just a bit too long that Shige cocks an eyebrow and questions, “What?”
Ryo simply turns off the TV, gets to his feet and says, “Wait here,” before he disappears into his bedroom. Shige blinks after him, confused, and when Ryo returns a minute later, he’s holding a bottle of lotion.
“Take your shirt off,” Ryo instructs and Shige’s eyes widen.
“What?!” he exclaims, feeling a blush creep up in his cheeks. “Why?”
Ryo looks at him like he’s an idiot. “Because, I’m being generous,” he replies which doesn’t answer Shige’s question at all. When Shige doesn’t make any attempt to strip Ryo sighs, like explaining is annoying, and elaborates, “I’m going to give you a massage.”
And, if possible, Shige’s face heats up even more. “Not necessary, Nishikido-kun,” he insists, but Ryo clearly isn’t having any of that. He pushes Shige down on his stomach upon the couch and straddles his hips.
“Shut up,” Ryo says. “You’ll feel better. Trust me.” He struggles with Shige for a while, but eventually the idea of a free massage wins out and Shige lets Ryo pulls his shirt up over his head.
“You really don’t need to--” he starts, but when Ryo punches him half-heartedly in the arm, he backtracks and says, “Okay, okay, just get on with it, then.”
“Most people would be thrilled to get a free massage,” Ryo says, shifting on top of him until he gets comfortable.
“It’s just...unexpected,” Shige mumbles.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Ryo says, squeezing out lotion onto Shige’s back and smirking when Shige shivers. “This is just a one-time, deal. You can pay me back later.”
“Sure, whatever,” Shige rushes to agree as Ryo starts to knead his fingers against the muscles in his back. “Just keep doing that.”
Ryo laughs and Shige just sighs contentedly, resting his head on top of his folded arms. His eyes close and he lets the feeling wash over him, the kinks and stress that have been building up inside of him slowly releasing as Ryo continues to massage him.
It feels amazing. Shige doesn’t remember the last time he had a massage, it must have been years ago, but this doesn’t even compare to that one. It’s much better, thought what that means, he’s not sure; either Ryo’s a secretly talented masseur or Shige is just that stressed that any bit of pressure is relief.
It’s probably a bit of both, but Ryo really is good at this, and Shige can barely stop the tiny noises of contentment as Ryo presses his fingers harder against his body. The lotion is warm, but nothing like the heat that seems to radiate through Ryo’s touch, and Shige thinks he could probably lie here and have Ryo massage him all day. It’s a very nice thought, and it fills his brain as Ryo’s hands splay across his back, starting up at his shoulder blades before trailing all the way down his spine and then up again. He presses the heel of his palm against his back and Shige lets out a small moan at the way his body loosens.
“This feels really good,” he manages to say, his voice sounding faraway.
Ryo doesn’t say anything for a moment but when he does his voice comes out oddly strangled, and he pushes his knuckles against Shige’s back a little roughly, “I told you.”
“Don’t stop,” Shige adds with a deep sigh, shifting just a little to stop the rest of his body from falling asleep on him.
And that’s when he feels it, just barely pressed against the small of his back when Ryo moves with him, and his eyes pop open because he can’t be sure.
But now the thought is in his head, that perhaps Ryo’s turned on by this, and just the idea has arousal pooling in the pit of Shige’s belly as Ryo’s fingers continue their gentle ministrations across his body. And everything suddenly feels even more sensational, his earlier contentment now morphing into a completely different kind of pleasure, one that seems to burn slow and smooth like a candle just beneath his skin.
Ryo’s hands rub his shoulders, brush along the nape of his neck and down the curve of his back. His fingers trail up along his sides and push into the tense spots again and again until they soften and leaves Shige feeling lax, pliable.
He feels himself harden as Ryo continues to work, oblivious, wonders if what he had felt earlier really had been Ryo being turned on because he’s doing a mighty fine job of hiding it. Shige can’t, and he moves, rocking his hips just a bit, trying to get comfortable when he’s straining against his jeans and has Ryo stradding his hips.
It doesn’t help, not one bit, the friction only makes him harder, and he bites down on his bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud. He tries not to move again but it’s almost impossible, like his brain has lost control and his body has taken over.
Then, Ryo snaps, “Stop moving,” and Shige can tell from the frustrated sound of his voice that it’s not before Shige’s disrupting his massage.
For a second Shige contemplates just turning around, turning around and maybe rocking against Ryo, pulling him close and getting off like that. Of course, this thought only helps his predicament even less and suddenly Ryo’s climbing off of him.
Shige turns to look at him but Ryo’s already heading toward his room, grumbling, “I think that’s good enough.” Shige watches the door slam shut behind him before he heaves a deep sigh and drops his head against the couch seat.
“Fuck,” he mutters, and it takes him a very long time to get his body to move up from the couch and shuffle into the bathroom.
Under the shower, he can let his mind run wild, and despite getting possibly the best massage he’ll ever have in his life, with his hand wrapped around his erection and Ryo’s face in his mind, he thinks that there’s just something more he would’ve liked to happen.
~
Shige doesn’t forget that night; how could he, when the very thought seems to have permanently etched itself to the his brain and, for good measure, to the back of his eyelids so that it’s all he sees, whenever he closes his eyes, this unfounded fantasy of him and Ryo stuck on repeat.
It makes living together suddenly awkward. Now Shige dreads going back to the apartment, always hoping that Ryo’s not there or at least hidden in his room so Shige doesn’t have to face him. It’s pathetic, he knows it, but he’s not sure what else to do about it.
Ryo, of course, is ever nonchalant, cool and carefree. Three days later, when they end up having dinner together (much to Shige’s internal displeasure), Ryo simply asks, “How’s your back treating you now?”
Shige almost chokes on his food and ignores Ryo’s stare as he replies, “Much better. I never thanked you for that, did I? Thanks, Nishikido-kun.”
Ryo just waves a hand in dismissal. “Like I said, you can pay me back later.”
A hundred different scenarios of how exactly Shige could pay him back pop up in his head and it must show on his face because Ryo peers at him worriedly and asks, “Are you okay?”
Shige pushes the ideas away, stuffing him into the back of his mind, but they still continue to linger inside him. He puts on what he hopes is a genuine smile and nods. “I’m fine,” he replies, and Ryo simply shrugs, turns back to his food, and as the thoughts start cropping back up in his head, Shige knows he’s anything but fine.
~
“You guys haven’t killed each other yet?” Yamapi questions instantly when NEWS meets up again two days later for an early morning interview and photo shoot.
“Were you expecting us to?” Ryo demands.
Yamapi shakes his head, beams. “No, but Jin did. Now he owes me 2000 yen!” He flips out his phone to clearly let Jin know about his loss.
“Why would you bet on something like that?” Shige questions, feeling slightly insulted. “It’s not like we hate each other.”
Yamapi shrugs. “Easy money?” he replies. “I didn’t think you guys would. It’s good that everything’s going well.”
“Well, truthfully, we’re barely in the apartment at the same time,” Shige replies, trying not to sound too glum about it.
“It’s actually kind of lame,” Ryo admits and Shige turns to him surprised. Ryo catches his look and the tips of his ears turn red. He looks away quickly and adds hastily, “Not that I care.”
Tegoshi looks at Ryo with amusement and says, “Really? Because it sounds like you do~”
The others all taunt Ryo while Shige just gapes at the way Ryo looks decidedly embarrassed, snapping at them to stop until Koyama finally relents and asks Shige, “When can you go back to your apartment?”
Shige shrugs. “They haven’t said yet,” he replies. “Nishikido-kun said I could stay as long as needed, though.”
“Probably because he doesn’t want you to leave,” Yamapi snickers, poking Ryo’s cheek.
Shige just laughs, disbelieving, while Ryo glares at Yamapi before joining Shige over where he’s sitting.
“Idiots,” he grumbles and Shige grins.
They simply sit side by side in silence, but Shige is incredibly aware of Ryo’s shoulder just pressed against his. he thinks he’s starting to get a problem, here, when all he can think about is what happened the other night. It’s ridiculous but he can’t help it. And now, Ryo’s admission that it’s lame how they haven’t been able to spend more time together only makes Shige think about various ways they could, perhaps starting with another back massage. Except this time Shige could give it to Ryo, since after seeing him walk around the apartment last night in just his boxers had led to thoughts of running his hands across the tanned skin and--
“When are you coming back tonight?” Ryo asks, suddenly cutting in through Shige’s thoughts.
Shige mentally pulls up his schedule and replies after a moment, “There are two shows today, but I have a meeting after the evening one. Maybe around eight?” He pauses and adds, “Why?”
Ryo looks slightly embarrassed again. “I was thinking we could watch a movie or something tonight. I meant what I said, before. It is lame we haven’t actually done anything since you’ve been staying with me.”
“It can’t be helped, when we’re both so busy,” he says. “But I agree. You could’ve said something before, you know.”
“So could you,” Ryo retorts and they both laugh. “We’re awful roommates,” Ryo says.
“You’re not so bad. Any roommate that can give free massages is great in my book,” Shige says without thinking, and then quickly drops his gaze from Ryo’s. He never meant to bring up that night, especially since it always seems to give him ideas, but Ryo doesn’t seem concerned, just grins and nudges Shige with an elbow.
“I’m still waiting for you to pay me back for that,” he teases and Shige lets out a nervous laugh.
“Well,” he says thickly, “what do you want?”
Ryo’s eyes meet his again and Shige feels like he’s drowning in it, the intensity making his skin crawl in a strangely pleasant sensation. “I think you can figure that out on your own, Shige,” he says simply, and then heads off to talk to Yamapi.
Shige stares after him, wondering if the that look in Ryo’s eyes meant the same thing as what Shige’s considering as payment.
But when Ryo glances back at him, catching his eyes and giving this tiny smirk in the corner of his mouth, Shige’s pretty sure he’s reading Ryo loud and fucking clear.
~
Shige ends up late going home that night (and it’s funny how he’s starting to consider Ryo’s apartment “home” when he’s only been there for almost two weeks - but somehow, it does feel like home, and maybe it’s because he knows he’s coming back to Ryo being there, waiting for him, or looking forward to whenever Ryo gets back himself) and he misses their tentative movie-night plans.
Ryo’s lying on the couch, asleep, and Shige wonders if he had been waiting up for him. He’s late by nearly two hours but never had a chance to message Ryo to tell him as such, and now feels slightly guilty about it. He was looking forward to being able to hang out, to perhaps being able to give Ryo his payment.
He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about that all day, this constant nagging in the back of his mind that made it hard to concentrate during his meetings and, dangerously, his performance that night. He should be better than that, but it’s difficult not to think about something that continuously makes his heart beat faster and his skin tingle with want.
Just as he starts to wonder whether he should wake Ryo up or leave him there, Ryo stirs, blinking his eyes open and looking up at Shige who’s standing behind the couch.
“Fuck,” Ryo says, jumping slightly. “Don’t stare like that, you creep.”
Shige laughs. “Sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Ryo just stretches, shakes his head. “I wasn’t really asleep,” he says, and then narrows his eyes at Shige. “What the fuck, by the way. We were going to hang out tonight. I thought you’d be back around eight.”
“I thought so too,” Shige says apologetically. “The meetings after the show ran late. I didn’t have a chance to let you know.”
Ryo nods as he stands up and rubs the back of his neck. “Can’t be helped,” he says, though he sounds vaguely disappointed.
“I would’ve much rather had a movie night with you than being stuck in that meeting,” Shige says honestly, before he can stop himself. He’s starting to think he needs to keep his mouth shut more, especially when Ryo turns to glance at him over his shoulder, his eyes intense like from earlier that day.
“Really?” he questions, turning away and heading into the kitchen. Shige follows, watches as he grabs a glass from the cabinet and fills it with water.
“Yeah, I was planning on paying you back for that massage.” He really needs to work on that brain-to-mouth filter.
Now Ryo looks intrigued from where he’s staring from over the rim of the glass. “I’ve been waiting for that,” he replies after emptying the glass and setting it by the sink. “So, what’s your plan? A back massage? Doing the dishes until you have to leave? Being my slave for a week? I have a lot of ideas if--”
Shige cuts him off before he can get any further, leaning toward him and tentatively brushing their lips together. Ryo’s eyes widen for a moment before they slowly fall shut and then he’s kissing back and that surprises Shige.
This wasn’t entirely how he’d planned his whole seduction thing; in his head they would’ve both been drunk by now, and the liquid courage would’ve been much more helpful, even though he feels pretty triumphant about kissing Ryo without having to push himself to do it.
It probably helps that it’s all he’s thought about for the past five days or so.
And the reality of it, right now, is infinitely better than anything Shige had thought about. Ryo’s lips are warm and smooth, his tongue is demanding as it slips into his mouth and dances with his, and when Shige presses his fingers to the back of Ryo’s neck, the small noise Ryo makes has Shige’s blood pounding in his ears.
Ryo’s the first to pull back, breathing heavily against Shige’s jaw until he lets out an amused laugh. His eyes flick up to Shige’s and he says, “Well, this is definitely one way to return the favor. I was just expecting you to offer me a massage.”
Shige replies with his lips against the corner of Ryo’s mouth, “This is just another form of stress relief.” And after sharing another heated kiss, he adds, “This is also more preferable.”
Ryo grins. “I don’t know,” he says, fingers pulling on Shige’s waist until they’re pressed up together. “You seemed to enjoy that massage.”
Flustered, Shige can only respond with, “I recall you being the one to run away,” and he pushes Ryo against the counter, rocks his hips against his.
“I’m not going anywhere now,” Ryo gasps, fingers curling into Shige’s hair. “So stop talking and touch me--yes.”
As Shige’s always been good at following orders and Ryo seems to like giving them, this ends up going being much easier than Shige had anticipated. Though it might be because he feels like he’s already addicted, drowning in Ryo’s warm body against his, the taste of his lips, the sound of his voice in Shige’s ear. And he thinks he could be content just staying there, pressed up together and kissing, but when Ryo starts to bitch that the counter is digging into his back does Shige pull away with a laugh.
Ryo’s eyes are searching when they look at each other then, and before Shige can say something, anything, Ryo’s grabbed his hand and is dragging him out of the kitchen.
He’s pushed down onto Ryo’s bed and Ryo’s clambering on top of him and Shige barely gets his hands onto Ryo’s hips before Ryo’s kissing him again. He could get used to kissing Ryo, but that’s not all he’s thought about over the past few days. And from the way Ryo grinds against him pointedly, Shige thinks Ryo feels the same way.
That’s enough for Shige to throw caution to the wind and let his feelings guide him instead of his brain. He slides a hand up under Ryo’s shirt, fingers tracing the lines of his abs and smirking in the corner of his mouth at the way Ryo’s breath hitches. He tugs up on the hem of his shirt and Ryo helps him pull it off of his head. He’s seen Ryo without a shirt on many times (he practically walks around naked at home and during tours) but with Ryo straddling his hips above him, it’s an entirely different experience, and Shige’s arousal tightens in the pit of his stomach.
“You, too,” Ryo demands, pulling on Shige’s shirt with annoyance until Shige sits up, knocking Ryo onto the side, and takes his shirt off. Ryo grabs it from him and tosses it off the bed before claiming Shige’s lips with his, a fierce kiss that rocks Shige to his core. His skin feels too hot, Ryo’s fingers skating across his stomach making it almost unbearable, and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to make this last long at all.
Fortunately Ryo doesn’t seem eager to drag it out either because in the next second he’s pulling on Shige’s belt as he attaches his lips to Shige’s collarbone. Shige groans unabashedly, fingers curling back into Ryo’s hair and holding on tightly as Ryo moves down his body. And it gives him something to distract himself with when Ryo drags his pants and boxers down his legs and wraps a hand around his erection.
“Shit, Nishikido-kun--” he starts, his voice turning into a moan as Ryo strokes him deftly, glancing up to meet Shige’s eyes.
There’s a whole world of emotions there, dark and deep and full of unbridled energy that has Shige’s heart trembling against his ribs. Then he says in this voice Shige will never forget, “Just call me Ryo,” before he dips his head to suck Shige’s cock past his lips.
And Shige does, it’s all he can get out, Ryo’s name seeming to rip from his throat as he’s engulfed in this incredible hot, wet heat. It’s possibly the best fucking blowjob Shige’s ever recieved and he’s certain Ryo knows it too, from the glint in his eyes when Shige looks down at him, watching as he disappears into Ryo’s mouth again and again, his red lips bright and alluring.
It’s awkward to keep watching from this angle so Shige drops his head back and tightens his fingers in Ryo’s hair when Ryo flicks his tongue against the tip. Heat coils in his belly and he’s so eager to come already, and Ryo must be able to sense it because then he’s pulling away and leaving Shige completely dissatisfied.
Ryo just smirks, licking his lips, and Shige yanks him close by the arm and crushes their mouths together. Ryo reciprocates fervently and lets out these tiny provocative noises that makes Shige even more aware of how close he is. He pushes Ryo off him and says in a low voice he ddin’t know he possessed, “Undress.”
Ryo looks momentarily surprised but then he’s doing exactly as Shige instructed, climbing up off the bed to undo his jeans. Shige pushes off his own remaining clothes and when Ryo’s back on the bed, Shige pushes him down against it, fitting himself above him and kissing him with the same urgency that’s rushing through his body.
“Shige,” Ryo gasps, rocking up against him and they both groan when their arousals brush together between them. He presses a hand to Shige’s shoulder to stop him for a moment before reaching toward the side table and fumbling around in the drawer.
Shige gnaws on his lower lip as he waits and when Ryo shoves a small tube at him, he looks down at Ryo in surprise.
“Just do it,” Ryo snaps, impatient and horribly turned on, glaring from behind his bangs.
Shige licks his lips and replies, “If that’s what you want,” and only a little nervous, he squeezes the lube onto his fingers, reaches between Ryo’s legs.
Ryo’s fingers dig into Shige’s arms as Shige pushes one of his inside slowly, trying to be careful, but Ryo doesn’t seem to want any of that. He rocks downward, grabs Shige’s wrist to press his finger in further and demands, “More.”
So Shige gives it to him, pushing in another finger and stretching him purposefully, until Ryo is groaning for it, moving against the bed, and it’s possibly one of the hottest things Shige’s ever seen. It’s also incredibly distracting, fingers slowing until Ryo pushes on Shige’s wrist again, reminding him about what he’s supposed to be doing with a completely annoyed look on his face. Shige almost laughs; only Ryo could get pissed during sex.
“I could do this better on my own,” Ryo bitches and it makes Shige’s eyes narrow, work harder to prove himself, even though he doesn’t need to prove anything to Ryo, but when Ryo moans shamelessly, glad that Shige’s finally doing something, he realizes that was probably Ryo’s intent.
“Bastard,” Shige says without bite and Ryo just grabs him by the hair, breathes, “Shut up,” into his mouth and kisses him.
The kiss doesn’t last long at all because soon Ryo’s muttering, “Oh, god, right there,” when Shige presses in a third finger and finds that spot inside that makes Ryo shake almost violently beneath him, and Shige’s own arousal claw through his veins.
“Fuck me,” Ryo says, his voice rich and powerful and Shige thinks he’d do anything Ryo ever wanted if he just used that voice.
Right now there’s only one thing he wants, and he pulls his fingers out, hastily prepares himself with the condom Ryo practically throws in his face, and then he’s pushing Ryo’s legs up and pressing in and--
“Fuck,” he hisses, eyes falling shut at the overwhelming sensation that grips him, wrapping tight around his body as he fills Ryo completely and stills, just barely able to breathe through the incredible feeling.
Ryo’s back is arched against the bed, one hand clenching the bedsheets while the other continues to dig into Shige’s arm and Shige’s sure there’ll be little crescent shaped marks there later. But that’s the least of his concerns right now, trying to reign in control of his brain and of his body that just screams at him to move, do something, and only when he finally opens his eyes, finds Ryo staring right back up at him, does he let out a shaky breath and let all restraint go.
He moves, and Ryo moans, this low, throaty sound that seems to cascade pleasure down Shige back. He holds Ryo’s hips in his hands and he rocks into it, setting this rhythm that lacks all finesse, just raw and hard and desperate, the result of everything that’s built up inside him over the last few days.
Then Ryo undulates, just once, almost experimentally, and he meets Shige’s efforts and it’s utterly blissful, the feeling that fills him. His voice comes out all choked, his head falling forward until the tips of his bangs brush against Ryo’s chest. Ryo moves again and again into Shige’s thrusts, all greedy, eager, and he pulls his hand that’s clenched in the sheets out to brush the hair from Shige’s face, tracing down his face and around his neck, and down, down the curve of Shige’s back. It’s soft and slow and a complete contrast from their heated movements, and when Shige shifts back, meets Ryo’s eyes, they’re black and endless.
Ryo kisses him, leaning up just a bit and putting words into this action, and Shige can feel it deep in his chest. It’s spiraling inside him now, arousal and this feeling, and when Ryo tells him harder, faster, more, Shige can only comply, groaning loudly against Ryo’s mouth.
Sometime, then, Ryo shoves a hand between them, enclosing around his straining erection and he cries out from the pleasure, his head pressed back against the pillow and Shige leans in to suck along his exposed throat. His eyes clench tight as Ryo gets himself off, squeezing around him like a vice and it’s good, it’s so fucking good, and Shige can’t hold out anymore, not when Ryo’s moaning into his ear and his body seems to be wrenching the release out of him and it’s all he can do to just grunt Ryo’s name into the slick skin of his clavicle before giving in.
It washes over him, the indescribable feeling and it leaves him breathless and wholly satisfied that it takes him a moment to realize Ryo’s groaning his name, over and over, because he still hasn’t come yet.
“Touch me,” Ryo commands, though it comes out as more of desperate whisper, and Shige does, knocking his own hand away and replacing it with his. He strokes him fast and dirty until Ryo’s hips move up into it and he comes, hard, over Shige’s fingers.
They lay there, with the sound of breathing heavy in the air, until Ryo wordlessly reaches for some tissues on the bedside table. Shige pulls away and they clean up, and all the while he avoids Ryo’s eyes, because, really, what does one say after fucking his bandmate?
He collapses onto the bed, wondering whether he should leave to his own room, when Ryo stretches with this contented sigh, and slides out of bed. Shige watches him with apprehension as Ryo slips on his boxers and disappears out the door. His heart sinks into his stomach and he’s just about to get up and redress when Ryo returns with a bottle of water that he’s cracking open before drinking.
He grins, offers it to Shige who takes it gratefully. “Thanks,” he says, and Ryo laughs.
“For what?” he teases, rifling through the side table drawer. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “The water or the good sex?”
Shige watches him light up, a little mesmerized by Ryo’s entirely casual attitude, while Shige still feels at ends inside. Ryo meets his eyes, and Shige finds himself replying, “So it was good?”
Ryo lets out a drag and smirks. He climbs back into bed, hovers over Shige and when he kisses him this time he tastes of smoke; it’s oddly addicting. When they break apart, Ryo simply leans back against the headrest and puts his cigarette back to his lips. Then, “What do you think?” he replies, his eyes bright, and every worry dispels from Shige’s mind, and he laughs, sinking down against Ryo and exchanging kisses between Ryo’s cigarette, and forgetting that, eventually, he has to return to his own apartment.
~
It’s that very next morning that Shige finds a voicemail after digging out his phone from his forgotten pants that informs him that his apartment building has been fixed and all tenants are able to return as soon as they wish.
“Who was that?” Ryo questions, sleepily, from where he’s lying beside Shige.
“My apartment’s been fixed,” Shige explains, turning to look at Ryo, and wondering, for a moment, what might just happen when he leaves.
Ryo, however, just reaches a hand out and pulls Shige down to kiss him, and later, he says, “You could, just, you know, stay here longer, if you wanted.”
Shige stares at him. Ryo looks slightly embarrassed, and then turns furious when Shige doesn’t say anything. Before Ryo can snap at him though Shige says exaggeratedly, “Are you asking me to move in with you, Ryo?” He mock-gasps. “Isn’t that moving too fast?”
Ryo punches him, red in the face. “Fucker,” he grumbles. “That’s not what I meant.” But after a moment he adds, “Though, really, you can stay, sometimes. If you want.”
A smile spreads across Shige’s lips and he replies, “Well, it might be a pain taking my stuff back to my apartment...”
Ryo looks a little surprised but then he laughs and pushes Shige onto his back, climbs up over him. He smirks. “Since that’s settled, I think I should pay you back for paying me back last night,” he says and Shige chuckles.
“If we continue like that, I might never leave,” Shige points out, jokingly.
“I’m okay with that,” Ryo says and when Shige kisses him, he thinks that he might be okay with that, too.
end.
note: a;sldkg i hope you enjoyed it~ thank you for reading!! ♥ :3