RP Log: Momo and Ryoma

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Who: Momoshiro Takeshi and Echizen Ryoma
What: PG-13, for the beginning of boismex.
When: Last Friday, March 31st.

Momo has a backdated entry here about it.


Glancing out his window, Momo sighed softly and rested his forehead against it, lightly banging it a few times. He couldn't believe this was happening. Just when he was happy, and he had Ryoma, and tennis was going great...something had to come along to mess it up.

Since he hadn't gone to school, he figured Ryoma would be at his door any minute. He would've called, but...he didn't know why he didn't. Probably too distracted with moping.

As soon as school was out, Ryoma skipped practice and went straight to Momo's grandparents' house. Not bothering to knock, he opened the door and kicked off his shoes, tossing his bag in the corner as he hurried up the stairs. Bursting into Momo's room, he saw his boyfriend sitting by the window, looking... sad? ...sick? ...what? Putting on a mask of indifference, he moved over beside him and punched him lightly on the shoulder. "Oi. You sick or something?"

He almost didn't hear Ryoma coming into the house, so lost in thought he was. Startling at the punch, Momo blinked widely up at Ryoma, then shook his head. "Not sick." He said, voice softer than normal. "Just...I don't know."

Moving over to lean against Momo's desk, Ryoma looked him over, more concerned than he would admit. "What is it, then?" he asked, more gently this time.

Did he really have to say? Momo glanced at Ryoma briefly before looking out the window, his hand clenching into a tight fist. "...my parents want me to move back to Kyoto."

"Wh-what?" Feeling suddenly weak, Ryoma slid to the floor, on his knees in front of Momo. All pretense of indifference gone, he looked up at his lover pleadingly. "Why?" he choked out.

Frowning at Ryoma's reaction, Momo slid to the floor as well, pulling his boyfriend into his arms. "I don't wanna go." He said, feeling as if he had to let Ryoma know that. "But they think I'm failing my classes, since they never see my report cards. That, and they think going back to tennis is a waste of time."

Ryoma leaned against Momo limply, not lifting his arms to go around him. "Y-you can't... you can't leave again..." he gasped, feeling as though the room was closing in on him. Why did the air feel too thick to breathe? "They... they have to see your report cards... talk to your grandparents... something" He began to shiver, though the room felt too hot. "You can't leave again," he repeated.

Momo shook his head firmly, holding tighter to Ryoma. "I know that, Ryoma." He said softly, burying his face in his boyfriend's hair. "I'm trying to do everything I can, but...I don't know what else there /is/ to do."

Finally, Ryoma wound his arms around Momo's waist, almost clinging to him. "I won't let you leave," he said desperately. "We... we'll run away together, live on our own..."

Sighing, Momo shook his head again, face still pressed into his boyfriend's hair. "We can't do that. I mean...we're just kids, ya know? We can't live on our own."

"We were going to live together next year," Ryoma reminded him, his voice strained as though he were about to burst into tears. "We... we could just do it earlier... you're almost 18 now, we can do it..."

Momo lifted a hand to stroke Ryoma's hair, trying to keep his own emotions in check. God, he felt like crying over this, but he couldn't...not in front of Ryoma, not when he was just as upset as Momo was. "Saa...I know we were, but it's a lot for us to even think about it." He sighed heavily, holding Ryoma even tighter. "But either way, I'm not going without a fight."

"I won't let you go," Ryoma repeated, the first few tears escaping to disappear into Momo's shirt. "I won't." His mind raced as he tried to work a way around this obstacle. He never let anything defeat him without a fight, and this was no different.

Momo's breath hitched for a moment before he regained his composure. This was just too much... "Even...even if I did have to go, you know I'd be up here every weekend to see you, right?" Maybe looking on the bright side would make it easier?

Lifting his head, Ryoma looked up at the other boy. Momo's face swam before his eyes, and he wiped them almost angrily. "You didn't even call when you left before," he said, his voice cracking.

"That was different." Momo said, lips pursed a little. "We weren't together then, and...I didn't think I was coming back. But now we /are/ together, and I'm not gonna let this screw us up."

Ryoma clutched tighter to his lover, as if he could hold him there by strength and will alone. "I'm not gonna lose you... I'm not..." he choked, something like a sob breaking his voice. Leaning in, he kissed Momo desperately, almost biting at his lips.

The kiss almost knocked him backwards, but Momo kissed back just as strongly, hands gripping Ryoma's elbows. He broke the kiss to breath, but didn't pull away, lips brushing his boyfriend's as he spoke. "I love you; just remember that. No matter what happens, I love you, and nothing'll break us up, got it?"

Ryoma nodded, then pressed forward into another kiss. Shifting his weight, he straddled Momo's hips, pushing closer to him. He suddenly needed to feel his lover completely. "Show me," he panted. "Show me how much you love me... show me you won't let me go."

Momo's hands slipped down as Ryoma moved, holding the younger boy's hips as he shifted onto his lap. He felt...something as Ryoma said those words, and he answered with a hard kiss, hands not bothering with their normal teasing as they tugged at the boy's shirt. He wanted to be as close to Ryoma as he could get.

Not wanting to waste any time, Ryoma stripped off his shirt, then made short work of Momo's as well. Standing up, he stripped out of his pants and underwear, tossing them off to the side. Still shaking with emotion, he moved over to the futon and lay down, his legs bent and parted. Holding one hand out to his lover, he beckoned him to follow. "C'mon..."

Momo wasted no time and removing the rest of his clothes, standing up and approaching the futon. Grasping Ryoma's hand, Momo pressed it to the futon and engaged his lover in another deep kiss, his other hand beginning a trail downward, from Ryoma's chest to his abdomen.

Wrapping his legs around Momo's waist, Ryoma pulled him down flush against him. He didn't want to be teased, he wanted the other boy now, dammit, needed to feel him and know he was real. Still shaking, and his vision blurred with tears, he rocked against him, feeling his cock swell to full hardness against his boyfriend.

Shifting a little, Momo pressed down against Ryoma, body moving against his, his own cock swelling. He brought both hands up, cupping Ryoma's face as he kissed him again, not able to get enough. "I love you." He whispered breathlessly, seeing the beginning of tears in his lover's eyes.

"I love you too," Ryoma choked out, tightening his legs around the other boy. He arched back, opening himself up for his lover. He needed him, wanted him... more than he ever had before. He had to know. "Please.... now..."

Fiddling underneath the pillow, Momo found the lube from their last meeting, opening it up and pouring some into his hands. "Aa..." He moved his fingers between Ryoma's legs, slowly, gently working one finger, then a second into his lover.

Ryoma tried to relax and accept Momo's stretching, but he was too impatient. He needed this, needed it to hurt, needed it to be real. "Enough... please..." he gasped, reaching down to push Momo's hand away. Grasping Momo's cock, he tugged him forward and positioned him, then wrapped his legs around his waist and began to draw him down. "Show me..."

Momo gasped in surprised as he was suddenly tugged, feeling his arousal nudging against Ryoma. He frowned a little and leaned down, pressing a series of soft, light kisses to Ryoma's face. "I don't want to hurt you..."

"You won't... not like this." Ryoma looked pleadingly up at his lover. It will hurt less than you leaving. In one swift move, he pushed himself up off the bed, rolling the two of them over. Without waiting, he sat back, hard, impaling himself on Momo's cock. Throwing his head back, he cried out sharply.

"Are you--ahh~!" God, he couldn't help but cry out as he was suddenly inside his lover, leaving him breathless. Hands lifting to grip Ryoma's hips, Momo closed his eyes as he tried to catch his breath. "G-God..."

Bracing his hands on Momo's chest, Ryoma began to ride him hard and fast, slamming himself down on the other boy's erection. Sharp pain shot up his spine, but that was all right, because it let him know that this was real and happening now, and surely Momo wouldn't hurt him by leaving, right? He needed more, and he furrowed his brow as he pushed back harder and faster.

Momo groaned and couldn't help but arch underneath Ryoma, his hands trying to guide Ryoma down, even if the boy seemed as if he was taking things into his own hands. "Ryoma..." He breathed, opening his eyes to watch his lover.

A few tears escaped to trail down Ryoma's face as he continued to move on top of the other boy. His legs began to tremble from the strain, but still he continued to slam himself almost violently onto Momo. "H-harder..." he pleaded, desperate for more.

This...wasn't right. While he was getting pleasure from it, he didn't feel it, like when they usually made love. Shaking his head, Momo tried to still Ryoma's hips, trying to sit up. "S-Stop, Ryoma. Stop."

Gasping for air, Ryoma pushed his hands against Momo's chest, trying to get him to lie back down. "C-can't... don't wanna stop..." He continued to rock his hips against the other boy's, even though Momo's had stilled. "Need you... I need you... p-please..." his voice broke in a sob, and he buried his face in Momo's broad shoulder.

Momo wrapped his arms tightly around Ryoma, kissing his temple, cheek, and anywhere else he could reach. "Calm down," He said softly, one hand rubbing his lover's lower back. "I can't...I don't want to do this when you're like this. I don't want to hurt you."

Ryoma finally stilled, resting in Momo's lap. "I w-want it to hurt," he said, tears slipping down his face to splash on the other boy's bare skin.

Surprised, Momo drew back to look at Ryoma, one hand coming up to wipe away his tears. "Why?"

Ryoma clenched his teeth, trying to hold back another sob. "I d-don't know... I need it... need you..." He clutched at his lover, shoulders shaking. "Need you to hurt me like this so you won't... hurt me when you leave..."

"Ryoma..." Feeling tears pricking his own eyes, Momo took a deep breath, then looked at his lover firmly. "I'm not leaving you, okay? Even if - /if/ - I have to move back to Kyoto, that won't change anything between us, will it? I'll still love you, won't I?"

Ryoma nodded, by now crying in earnest. "Love you..." He buried his face in Momo's shoulder, sobbing harshly.

Sighing shakily, Momo lifted a hand to stroke Ryoma's hair, trying not to break down himself. "I love you too."

Still straddling Momo's lap, Ryoma let his insecurities and fears go. He had never realized it, but ever since the beginning of this relationship, he'd been terrified that his boyfriend would leave again. When Momo had left three years ago, it had nearly devastated him... how much worse would it be now, when he loved him so desperately?

Momo felt Ryoma calm down, but continued to stroke his hair, pressing his face into his lover's neck with a deep sigh. "If I do have to go back....you're gonna still win Nationals for us, right?" Maybe turning things towards tennis would help a bit.

At that, Ryoma began to cry harder. "I don't c-care... about the damn Nationals." His body shook, and fresh tears coursed down his face. "W-won't matter if you're gone."

That...was the wrong thing to say. "Hey, hey, stop crying..." Momo lifted both hands to wipe the tears from Ryoma's cheeks. "Since when does tennis not matter to you?"

Ryoma tried to calm down, letting Momo wipe away his tears. "Since... I found something... that matters more," he choked out, focusing on his lover's face through the haze.

Momo quirked a small smile, thumbs rubbing over Ryoma's cheeks. "Sou ka?" He said lightly. "I wonder what that could be..."

Ryoma laughed through his tears, then leaned forward to rest on Momo's shoulder. He was still on top of his lover, still had his cock buried inside of him, but he didn't feel the same desperate need as before. He felt... drained.

Smiling wider at the sound of Ryoma's laugh, Momo hugged him close. "That's more like it. No more crying, okay?"

Ryoma nodded, holding tightly to Momo. Exhaustion swept over him, and he sighed. "M'sorry..."

Momo shook his head faintly, pressing a kiss to Ryoma's cheek. "Why are you apologizing? You didn't do anything wrong."

"Hate crying," Ryoma said weakly, still holding to Momo. "Feel like shit now."

Frowning, Momo shifted a little, turning on his side and laying down, but still keeping Ryoma close. "I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd get so upset, or I...wouldn't have told you."

Ryoma lifted his head, narrowing his eyes a bit angrily. "What you would have just left without a word? Like before?"

"No." Momo said firmly, shaking his head. "I would've told you if I /had/ to leave, but it's still not certain, is it? I just..." He sighed, lowering his eyes. "I don't like making you upset."

Ryoma huffed, burying his head in Momo's chest. "Then you would have been upset all by yourself, and I wouldn't have known what was wrong. That would've been worse."

"I would rather be upset by myself and hide it from you, then seeing you cry again." Momo admitted softly, burying his face in Ryoma's hair.

Ryoma pulled away, tears welling up in his eyes again despite himself. "That would be worse... I would know something was wrong... I'd know, Takeshi..." His lip trembled. "That'd be pretty fucking selfish of you." Rolling away, he curled up and stared at the wall.

Ryoma pulled away, tears welling up in his eyes again despite himself. "That would be worse... I would know something was wrong... I'd know, Takeshi..." His lip trembled. "That'd be pretty fucking selfish of you." Rolling away, he curled up and stared at the wall.

Great. Momo wasn't the best with words today, it seemed. With a heavy sigh, Momo pressed up against Ryoma's back, wrapping his arms around him. "Sorry, sorry...but can you blame me? You'd do the same thing, wouldn't you?"

Ryoma tightened his arms over Momo's, sighing. "Yes. No. I don't know." He shivered and closed his eyes. "Can we just not... talk about it anymore?" He felt like crying again, and leaned back against Momo.

"Yeah...I don't wanna talk about it anymore either." All he really wanted to do was lay here and hold Ryoma and hope everything would turn out okay.