FAKE Fic: Lovin' On His Mind
Title: Lovin' On His Mind
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG-15
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Word Count: 1574
Summary: Dee has been to a party, but he has plans for when he gets home…
Written For: Weekend Challenge Prompt: The 100 Most Popular Country Songs at 1_million_words, using ‘Don't Come Home A-Drinkin' (With Lovin' On Your Mind)’ (Loretta Lynn).
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
When the invitation to an old friend’s bachelor party had arrived, Dee had been excited, knowing that if he went it would give him a chance to catch up with guys he hadn’t seen in years. He’d tentatively broached the subject with Ryo, since they’d only been living together for six months and the invite was for Dee alone, but Ryo had urged him to go and have fun.
“Just because we’re living together doesn’t mean I have to go everywhere you go, Dee. He’s your friend, and he wants you there, otherwise he wouldn’t have invited you, so you should go. You’ll only regret it if you don’t,” he’d pointed out.
“Yeah, I know you’re right, but I know these guys, and… well, bachelor party, that probably means we’re gonna wind up at a strip club.”
Ryo had blushed at that. “Wouldn’t be my choice of venue, but it’s not my party. Just make sure your friend doesn’t do anything inappropriate, or that he’ll regret later. Strip clubs might be traditional in some circles, but I doubt your friend’s fiancée would be happy to know he’d been getting too friendly with the strippers just days before the wedding.”
“I’ll keep an eye on him, don’t worry. I’ll be the responsible adult, keep everyone else in line.”
“Responsible?” Ryo had laughed. “You? That’ll be the day.”
“Hey! I can be responsible!”
“At work, sure, but at a party, after a few beers or whatever else you’re drinking?”
“Oh ye of little faith. I can hold my liquor.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
As the taxi dropped him outside his place and drove away, Dee remembered pretending to be offended that Ryo had thought he couldn’t handle a few drinks. Look at him, he was fine! He’d even had the sense to call a cab instead of taking the subway home! Still, he couldn’t help wondering if maybe his lover knew him a bit too well. Was that even possible, to know someone TOO well? Then his train of thought went off the rails as he tripped on the stoop and just managed to keep from falling flat on his face. Good thing Ryo hadn’t seen that. Fumbling with his keys, he let himself into the foyer, and was halfway up the stairs before he remembered his building had an elevator.
Okay, so maybe he shouldn’t have had that last shot of tequila, or the four or five before that. Not that he was drunk or anything, because he wasn’t, just maybe a little tipsy… Yeah, that was it. The fuzziness in his brain was just because it was so late, almost three in the morning, it had been one hell of a party, and he’d worked a full shift beforehand. Why would anyone be surprised that he was tired? Long days did that to a guy. He pulled himself up straighter as he negotiated the last flight of stairs. Tired, sure, that was inevitable, but he wasn’t too tired for what he had planned. No way.
Ryo would be waiting for him in their apartment, tucked up in that huge, wonderfully comfortable bed they now shared every night. He was probably still awake too, waiting for Dee to get home, because he was the kind to worry about stuff like that. So much the better, ‘cause that meant Dee wouldn’t have to wake him. Didn’t even matter if neither of them got any sleep tonight since they’d arranged things so that they both had tomorrow off, Dee because he might have a bit of a hangover and Ryo because… Dee frowned. Damned if he could remember. Wasn’t important right now anyway.
Fumbling his keys out of his pocket again, wondering why he’d put them away in the first place, Dee let himself into the apartment, not bothering to turn the lights on. Enough light was filtering through the blinds from outside to see where he was going. Shoving the door shut with his hip, he held onto the wall for support while he tugged his boots off and dropped them on the floor. Next, he shed his coat, slinging it over the back of the nearest chair as he headed for the bedroom, getting down to the serious business of tugging the rest of his clothes off as he went. Focused on unfastening buttons, he went off course and bumped into the corner of the table, making it scrape across the floor, a sound that didn’t go unnoticed.
“Dee?” Ryo’s voice called from the bedroom. “Is that you?”
So much for sneaking in and surprising his lover.
“Yeah, babe, just your ever-lovin’ gorgeous hunk of Deeee-liciousness!” Dee chuckled at his own wittiness. “I was right!” he announced as he stopped, framed by the bedroom doorway, trying to free his foot from his pants leg. “Strip club! And y’know what?” He kicked his trousers away, loose change scattering from his pocket. “All those hot chicks dancin’ sexily and takin’ their clothes off, and all I could think about was you, here in bed, waitin’ for me. Been hard for ya half the night. No lap dances were had, I swear! Wouldn’t’ve done anything for yours truly anyway, ‘cause I’m well and truly yours, body and soul and… everythin’ else.”
Ryo’s oh-so-kissable lips quirked into an amused grin as he shook his head. “You’re drunk.”
“Nuh uh!” Dee shook his head so hard he got a little dizzy and almost fell over. “Just a li’l tipsy is all. Had to drink a toast or…” He tried to count on his fingers before abandoning the attempt. “Well, y’know, to my buddy who’s gettin’ married, and to his girl, who wasn’t there, ‘cause strip club, and to friendship ‘n’ all that…” He trailed off with a shrug. “Lotta toasts.”
“Of course,” Ryo agreed, still grinning.
“So yeah, tipsy, but still completely capable of doin’ what I’ve been thinkin’ about doin’ all evenin’. Gonna ravish ya.” Dee’s smile was so wide it made his face hurt, but he didn’t care, he was that happy. “Don’t think I ever ravished anyone before, but tonight I’m gonna!” By some miracle he managed to get out of his boxers without falling on his face, although it was a close thing, and then, tossing them in the general direction of the laundry basket, he struck a pose. “Here I am, babe, all ready for action! Whaddaya think?”
Eyes drawn irresistibly below Dee’s waist, Ryo nodded. “Impressive,” he admitted.
“And it’s all for you, baby.” Stalking forwards, one sock still on, Dee scrambled over the end of the bed and crawled up the mattress to plant an enthusiastic kiss on his lover’s lips.
“You taste of tequila,” Ryo said when the kiss ended.
“Well duh! You complainin’? Want me to brush my teeth first?” Dee nibbled on Ryo’s earlobe as he tugged the covers back and trailed his fingers up his lover’s side. Now he’d made it onto the bed and didn’t have to concentrate on staying upright, his coordination was pretty good for someone in his current state of inebriation.
Ryo felt himself start to melt beneath the dual assault of his lover’s talented mouth and hands; Dee’s tequila breath suddenly seemed irrelevant. “No, just thought I’d mention it.”
Dee’s hand drifted lower, pushing at Ryo’s pyjama pants while at the same time he trailed kisses down his lover’s neck, nipping at his collarbone, and sucking up a love bite. As his hand reached its destination, Ryo gasped, then gave a soft moan, feeling himself rapidly hardening in Dee’s loose grasp. Even drunk, Dee could turn him on with scarcely more than a touch.
Wriggling his way out of his pyjamas, Ryo sank back against the pillows as Dee’s head moved lower, his nose brushing a pebbled nipple, and then… Dee’s head sank heavily onto Ryo’s chest, and Ryo heard a soft snore. Closing his eyes, he let out an exasperated sigh; apparently the spirit had been willing enough, but the rest of Dee had run out of steam.
“Typical. You get me all worked up and then you flake out on me.” Literally, in this instance.
Shoving at his lover with both hands, and managing, after a couple of false starts thanks to the awkward angle, to push the inert body off him, Ryo rolled Dee onto his side, and slid off the bed, dragging the covers over his partner to keep him from getting chilled. Grumbling under his breath, he went to check that the front door was closed and locked, gathering Dee’s clothes on the way back and dumping them on the hamper to be sorted in the morning; the scattered coins could wait until then too. No way was Ryo crawling around on the floor tonight trying to find them.
Heading for the kitchen, he fetched a bottle of water, grabbed painkillers from the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, and put everything on the nightstand where Dee would see them when he woke up. If he needed anything else, he could get it himself. Collapsing back into bed, tired and frustrated, Ryo fished his pyjama pants from where they’d wound up buried beneath the covers and pulled them back on.
“You are SO gonna make this up to me tomorrow, Dee Laytner,” he muttered as he plumped up his pillows and lay down with his back to his inconsiderate lover.
Beside him, Dee continued to snore, dead to the world.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Rating: PG-15
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Word Count: 1574
Summary: Dee has been to a party, but he has plans for when he gets home…
Written For: Weekend Challenge Prompt: The 100 Most Popular Country Songs at 1_million_words, using ‘Don't Come Home A-Drinkin' (With Lovin' On Your Mind)’ (Loretta Lynn).
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
When the invitation to an old friend’s bachelor party had arrived, Dee had been excited, knowing that if he went it would give him a chance to catch up with guys he hadn’t seen in years. He’d tentatively broached the subject with Ryo, since they’d only been living together for six months and the invite was for Dee alone, but Ryo had urged him to go and have fun.
“Just because we’re living together doesn’t mean I have to go everywhere you go, Dee. He’s your friend, and he wants you there, otherwise he wouldn’t have invited you, so you should go. You’ll only regret it if you don’t,” he’d pointed out.
“Yeah, I know you’re right, but I know these guys, and… well, bachelor party, that probably means we’re gonna wind up at a strip club.”
Ryo had blushed at that. “Wouldn’t be my choice of venue, but it’s not my party. Just make sure your friend doesn’t do anything inappropriate, or that he’ll regret later. Strip clubs might be traditional in some circles, but I doubt your friend’s fiancée would be happy to know he’d been getting too friendly with the strippers just days before the wedding.”
“I’ll keep an eye on him, don’t worry. I’ll be the responsible adult, keep everyone else in line.”
“Responsible?” Ryo had laughed. “You? That’ll be the day.”
“Hey! I can be responsible!”
“At work, sure, but at a party, after a few beers or whatever else you’re drinking?”
“Oh ye of little faith. I can hold my liquor.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
As the taxi dropped him outside his place and drove away, Dee remembered pretending to be offended that Ryo had thought he couldn’t handle a few drinks. Look at him, he was fine! He’d even had the sense to call a cab instead of taking the subway home! Still, he couldn’t help wondering if maybe his lover knew him a bit too well. Was that even possible, to know someone TOO well? Then his train of thought went off the rails as he tripped on the stoop and just managed to keep from falling flat on his face. Good thing Ryo hadn’t seen that. Fumbling with his keys, he let himself into the foyer, and was halfway up the stairs before he remembered his building had an elevator.
Okay, so maybe he shouldn’t have had that last shot of tequila, or the four or five before that. Not that he was drunk or anything, because he wasn’t, just maybe a little tipsy… Yeah, that was it. The fuzziness in his brain was just because it was so late, almost three in the morning, it had been one hell of a party, and he’d worked a full shift beforehand. Why would anyone be surprised that he was tired? Long days did that to a guy. He pulled himself up straighter as he negotiated the last flight of stairs. Tired, sure, that was inevitable, but he wasn’t too tired for what he had planned. No way.
Ryo would be waiting for him in their apartment, tucked up in that huge, wonderfully comfortable bed they now shared every night. He was probably still awake too, waiting for Dee to get home, because he was the kind to worry about stuff like that. So much the better, ‘cause that meant Dee wouldn’t have to wake him. Didn’t even matter if neither of them got any sleep tonight since they’d arranged things so that they both had tomorrow off, Dee because he might have a bit of a hangover and Ryo because… Dee frowned. Damned if he could remember. Wasn’t important right now anyway.
Fumbling his keys out of his pocket again, wondering why he’d put them away in the first place, Dee let himself into the apartment, not bothering to turn the lights on. Enough light was filtering through the blinds from outside to see where he was going. Shoving the door shut with his hip, he held onto the wall for support while he tugged his boots off and dropped them on the floor. Next, he shed his coat, slinging it over the back of the nearest chair as he headed for the bedroom, getting down to the serious business of tugging the rest of his clothes off as he went. Focused on unfastening buttons, he went off course and bumped into the corner of the table, making it scrape across the floor, a sound that didn’t go unnoticed.
“Dee?” Ryo’s voice called from the bedroom. “Is that you?”
So much for sneaking in and surprising his lover.
“Yeah, babe, just your ever-lovin’ gorgeous hunk of Deeee-liciousness!” Dee chuckled at his own wittiness. “I was right!” he announced as he stopped, framed by the bedroom doorway, trying to free his foot from his pants leg. “Strip club! And y’know what?” He kicked his trousers away, loose change scattering from his pocket. “All those hot chicks dancin’ sexily and takin’ their clothes off, and all I could think about was you, here in bed, waitin’ for me. Been hard for ya half the night. No lap dances were had, I swear! Wouldn’t’ve done anything for yours truly anyway, ‘cause I’m well and truly yours, body and soul and… everythin’ else.”
Ryo’s oh-so-kissable lips quirked into an amused grin as he shook his head. “You’re drunk.”
“Nuh uh!” Dee shook his head so hard he got a little dizzy and almost fell over. “Just a li’l tipsy is all. Had to drink a toast or…” He tried to count on his fingers before abandoning the attempt. “Well, y’know, to my buddy who’s gettin’ married, and to his girl, who wasn’t there, ‘cause strip club, and to friendship ‘n’ all that…” He trailed off with a shrug. “Lotta toasts.”
“Of course,” Ryo agreed, still grinning.
“So yeah, tipsy, but still completely capable of doin’ what I’ve been thinkin’ about doin’ all evenin’. Gonna ravish ya.” Dee’s smile was so wide it made his face hurt, but he didn’t care, he was that happy. “Don’t think I ever ravished anyone before, but tonight I’m gonna!” By some miracle he managed to get out of his boxers without falling on his face, although it was a close thing, and then, tossing them in the general direction of the laundry basket, he struck a pose. “Here I am, babe, all ready for action! Whaddaya think?”
Eyes drawn irresistibly below Dee’s waist, Ryo nodded. “Impressive,” he admitted.
“And it’s all for you, baby.” Stalking forwards, one sock still on, Dee scrambled over the end of the bed and crawled up the mattress to plant an enthusiastic kiss on his lover’s lips.
“You taste of tequila,” Ryo said when the kiss ended.
“Well duh! You complainin’? Want me to brush my teeth first?” Dee nibbled on Ryo’s earlobe as he tugged the covers back and trailed his fingers up his lover’s side. Now he’d made it onto the bed and didn’t have to concentrate on staying upright, his coordination was pretty good for someone in his current state of inebriation.
Ryo felt himself start to melt beneath the dual assault of his lover’s talented mouth and hands; Dee’s tequila breath suddenly seemed irrelevant. “No, just thought I’d mention it.”
Dee’s hand drifted lower, pushing at Ryo’s pyjama pants while at the same time he trailed kisses down his lover’s neck, nipping at his collarbone, and sucking up a love bite. As his hand reached its destination, Ryo gasped, then gave a soft moan, feeling himself rapidly hardening in Dee’s loose grasp. Even drunk, Dee could turn him on with scarcely more than a touch.
Wriggling his way out of his pyjamas, Ryo sank back against the pillows as Dee’s head moved lower, his nose brushing a pebbled nipple, and then… Dee’s head sank heavily onto Ryo’s chest, and Ryo heard a soft snore. Closing his eyes, he let out an exasperated sigh; apparently the spirit had been willing enough, but the rest of Dee had run out of steam.
“Typical. You get me all worked up and then you flake out on me.” Literally, in this instance.
Shoving at his lover with both hands, and managing, after a couple of false starts thanks to the awkward angle, to push the inert body off him, Ryo rolled Dee onto his side, and slid off the bed, dragging the covers over his partner to keep him from getting chilled. Grumbling under his breath, he went to check that the front door was closed and locked, gathering Dee’s clothes on the way back and dumping them on the hamper to be sorted in the morning; the scattered coins could wait until then too. No way was Ryo crawling around on the floor tonight trying to find them.
Heading for the kitchen, he fetched a bottle of water, grabbed painkillers from the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, and put everything on the nightstand where Dee would see them when he woke up. If he needed anything else, he could get it himself. Collapsing back into bed, tired and frustrated, Ryo fished his pyjama pants from where they’d wound up buried beneath the covers and pulled them back on.
“You are SO gonna make this up to me tomorrow, Dee Laytner,” he muttered as he plumped up his pillows and lay down with his back to his inconsiderate lover.
Beside him, Dee continued to snore, dead to the world.
The End