FAKE Fic: Mornings With Dee
Title: Mornings With Dee
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: Living with Dee is very different from having him sleep over occasionally.
Word Count: 1084
Content Notes: None needed.
Written For: Challenge 48: Clothes at slashficlets.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Digging in the dresser drawer for underwear, Ryo pulled out a pair of Calvin Kleins and frowned at them. “Are these yours or mine?”
Dee glanced across from where he was buttoning his shirt. “No clue. Does it matter? If they’re in the underwear drawer, they’re clean. Probably pressed as well, knowin’ you.”
“I don’t iron underwear.”
That drew a raised eyebrow from Dee. “Yeah? I seem to recall…”
Ryo cut him off. “It was only that one time, and I was distracted, thinking about a case.” He looked at the shorts again; he could dig through the drawer for a pair he knew were his, but why bother? Shrugging, he pulled them on. Maybe Dee was right, and it really didn’t matter whose they were. When he considered how intimate he and Dee were on a regular basis, and particularly this morning, in the shower…
Besides, they could be his anyway; they’d both bought a pack or two of the cotton knit shorts over the years, justifying the expense because they were so comfortable, and after this morning’s exertions, the comfort and support would be welcome. Maybe he should get some more for them to share, like they did with just about everything else.
Despite a few inches difference in height, there wasn’t a huge difference in clothing sizes between him and Dee, so in many cases they could get away with wearing each other’s clothes. Dee’s pants legs were a shade too long on Ryo, while Ryo’s were a little too short on Dee, and Dee wore a bigger shoe size, but most of their things, with the possible exception of suits and dress shirts, were interchangeable.
Finding a pair of dark socks, Ryo pulled them on as well, grabbed a t-shirt from another drawer and tugged it over his head, leaving his hair in disarray, then padded over to the closet for a shirt. It was a suit day at work, but not a court day, so he ignored the carefully pressed and starched white shirts, and selected a light blue one that would look good with the slate grey suit he’d picked out the night before.
His back to Ryo, Dee was tucking his grey and white striped shirt into black suit pants, and Ryo couldn’t help pausing for a moment to check out his lover’s ass.
“Like what ya see?”
Ryo’s eyes went wide. “What? How’d you know?”
Dee laughed. “Mirror.” He pointed, and Ryo blushed, realising Dee was watching him in the reflection, probably had been while he was still wandering around naked, picking out underwear. He quickly pulled his shirt on and fumbled for the buttons.
“We’ve been livin’ together for months! We have sex, and most days we shower together, so we’ve already seen everything there is to see. How can ya still get embarrassed over me watchin’ ya get dressed?”
“I don’t know, okay?” Ryo sighed. “Ignore me, I’m just being weird.”
“Babe, trust me, you’re impossible to ignore. ‘Sides, I know ya like watchin’ me dress. I could see ya checkin’ out my butt.”
Ryo couldn’t deny it, he did like watching Dee, and not just when he was dressing. Dee could be distracting no matter what he was doing. He hoped his lover hadn’t noticed him almost walking into the table last night, when they’d gotten home from work and Dee had been bending over, taking his shoes off.
He turned away, unhooking his suit pants from the hanger, and pulling them on, turning back to Dee as he tucked his shirt tails in and zipped up. “I just wish I wasn’t always blushing over every little thing. It’s stupid.”
“You can’t help the way you’re wired.”
“Doesn’t mean it’s not annoying.” He reached for a belt, threading it through the loops on his pants and fastening the buckle. “Are you wearing a tie today?”
“Think the old badger’s likely to make a fuss if I don’t?”
“Not if I don’t wear one either.” Ryo pushed the closet door shut and slipped into his jacket; the weather was still mild, so he probably wouldn’t need an overcoat. Grabbing his comb off the dresser, he ran it through his hair, making himself presentable, then tucked the comb in his pocket.
“Gorgeous,” Dee murmured, coming up behind him and slipping his arms around Ryo’s waist. He nipped at his lover’s earlobe, and Ryo’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes slid closed. “Gonna enjoy peelin’ ya outta these clothes later.”
“Hornball,” Ryo accused, pulling himself together and straightening up. He checked his wristwatch. “No time to cook this morning, we took too long in the shower. We’ll have to make do with cereal.”
“It was fun though.”
“Remember that when it gets to mid-morning and you’re complaining about being hungry.”
“We can grab somethin’ from the drive-through on the way to the precinct, eat at our desks. Egg McMuffin, or the one with the sausage patty and egg.”
“If we’re doing that, you’re buying.”
“Fine with me. It’ll save doin’ the dishes anyway.”
Ryo snorted. “Like that’s such a chore! The dishwasher does all the work, we just have to load it and turn it on.”
“I’d rather turn you on.”
“Which is why we’re running late this morning.” Scooping change, wallet, phone, and keys into various pockets, Ryo headed for the bedroom door. “We can get coffee at the drive-through too.”
Slinging his jacket over his shoulder, Dee followed his partner, both of them pausing at the front door to put their shoes on before heading out.
“Maybe I’ll get a McGriddle,” Dee mused as he locked the apartment door behind them.
“Extravagant,” Ryo teased.
“I’m hungry. Might even get two, plus whatever you want.”
“Get me an Egg McMuffin and a sausage one?”
“You got it.”
“We’ll take my car, and since you’re buying breakfast, maybe I’ll spring for lunch.” They didn’t bother waiting for the elevator, just headed down the stairs, talking about the day ahead. Mornings were as chaotic now as they had been when Ryo still had Bikky to get off to school five days a week, but as much as he missed his foster son, he had no regrets. Bikky was in college, doing what he loved, and Ryo was reaping the benefits of living with the man who’d stolen his heart. It might be a bit of a madhouse on workdays, but that was okay; as far as Ryo was concerned, his life was pretty much perfect.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: Living with Dee is very different from having him sleep over occasionally.
Word Count: 1084
Content Notes: None needed.
Written For: Challenge 48: Clothes at slashficlets.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Digging in the dresser drawer for underwear, Ryo pulled out a pair of Calvin Kleins and frowned at them. “Are these yours or mine?”
Dee glanced across from where he was buttoning his shirt. “No clue. Does it matter? If they’re in the underwear drawer, they’re clean. Probably pressed as well, knowin’ you.”
“I don’t iron underwear.”
That drew a raised eyebrow from Dee. “Yeah? I seem to recall…”
Ryo cut him off. “It was only that one time, and I was distracted, thinking about a case.” He looked at the shorts again; he could dig through the drawer for a pair he knew were his, but why bother? Shrugging, he pulled them on. Maybe Dee was right, and it really didn’t matter whose they were. When he considered how intimate he and Dee were on a regular basis, and particularly this morning, in the shower…
Besides, they could be his anyway; they’d both bought a pack or two of the cotton knit shorts over the years, justifying the expense because they were so comfortable, and after this morning’s exertions, the comfort and support would be welcome. Maybe he should get some more for them to share, like they did with just about everything else.
Despite a few inches difference in height, there wasn’t a huge difference in clothing sizes between him and Dee, so in many cases they could get away with wearing each other’s clothes. Dee’s pants legs were a shade too long on Ryo, while Ryo’s were a little too short on Dee, and Dee wore a bigger shoe size, but most of their things, with the possible exception of suits and dress shirts, were interchangeable.
Finding a pair of dark socks, Ryo pulled them on as well, grabbed a t-shirt from another drawer and tugged it over his head, leaving his hair in disarray, then padded over to the closet for a shirt. It was a suit day at work, but not a court day, so he ignored the carefully pressed and starched white shirts, and selected a light blue one that would look good with the slate grey suit he’d picked out the night before.
His back to Ryo, Dee was tucking his grey and white striped shirt into black suit pants, and Ryo couldn’t help pausing for a moment to check out his lover’s ass.
“Like what ya see?”
Ryo’s eyes went wide. “What? How’d you know?”
Dee laughed. “Mirror.” He pointed, and Ryo blushed, realising Dee was watching him in the reflection, probably had been while he was still wandering around naked, picking out underwear. He quickly pulled his shirt on and fumbled for the buttons.
“We’ve been livin’ together for months! We have sex, and most days we shower together, so we’ve already seen everything there is to see. How can ya still get embarrassed over me watchin’ ya get dressed?”
“I don’t know, okay?” Ryo sighed. “Ignore me, I’m just being weird.”
“Babe, trust me, you’re impossible to ignore. ‘Sides, I know ya like watchin’ me dress. I could see ya checkin’ out my butt.”
Ryo couldn’t deny it, he did like watching Dee, and not just when he was dressing. Dee could be distracting no matter what he was doing. He hoped his lover hadn’t noticed him almost walking into the table last night, when they’d gotten home from work and Dee had been bending over, taking his shoes off.
He turned away, unhooking his suit pants from the hanger, and pulling them on, turning back to Dee as he tucked his shirt tails in and zipped up. “I just wish I wasn’t always blushing over every little thing. It’s stupid.”
“You can’t help the way you’re wired.”
“Doesn’t mean it’s not annoying.” He reached for a belt, threading it through the loops on his pants and fastening the buckle. “Are you wearing a tie today?”
“Think the old badger’s likely to make a fuss if I don’t?”
“Not if I don’t wear one either.” Ryo pushed the closet door shut and slipped into his jacket; the weather was still mild, so he probably wouldn’t need an overcoat. Grabbing his comb off the dresser, he ran it through his hair, making himself presentable, then tucked the comb in his pocket.
“Gorgeous,” Dee murmured, coming up behind him and slipping his arms around Ryo’s waist. He nipped at his lover’s earlobe, and Ryo’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes slid closed. “Gonna enjoy peelin’ ya outta these clothes later.”
“Hornball,” Ryo accused, pulling himself together and straightening up. He checked his wristwatch. “No time to cook this morning, we took too long in the shower. We’ll have to make do with cereal.”
“It was fun though.”
“Remember that when it gets to mid-morning and you’re complaining about being hungry.”
“We can grab somethin’ from the drive-through on the way to the precinct, eat at our desks. Egg McMuffin, or the one with the sausage patty and egg.”
“If we’re doing that, you’re buying.”
“Fine with me. It’ll save doin’ the dishes anyway.”
Ryo snorted. “Like that’s such a chore! The dishwasher does all the work, we just have to load it and turn it on.”
“I’d rather turn you on.”
“Which is why we’re running late this morning.” Scooping change, wallet, phone, and keys into various pockets, Ryo headed for the bedroom door. “We can get coffee at the drive-through too.”
Slinging his jacket over his shoulder, Dee followed his partner, both of them pausing at the front door to put their shoes on before heading out.
“Maybe I’ll get a McGriddle,” Dee mused as he locked the apartment door behind them.
“Extravagant,” Ryo teased.
“I’m hungry. Might even get two, plus whatever you want.”
“Get me an Egg McMuffin and a sausage one?”
“You got it.”
“We’ll take my car, and since you’re buying breakfast, maybe I’ll spring for lunch.” They didn’t bother waiting for the elevator, just headed down the stairs, talking about the day ahead. Mornings were as chaotic now as they had been when Ryo still had Bikky to get off to school five days a week, but as much as he missed his foster son, he had no regrets. Bikky was in college, doing what he loved, and Ryo was reaping the benefits of living with the man who’d stolen his heart. It might be a bit of a madhouse on workdays, but that was okay; as far as Ryo was concerned, his life was pretty much perfect.
The End