[Ryo/Yamapi] [NC-17] Not Enough
Recipient: karuchan_desu
Title: Not Enough
Group/Pairing(s): Ryo/Yamapi
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ryo is always the one to comfort Yamapi when he’s upset.
Warnings/Notes: Angst and smut
Word Count: 1870
It was almost 2:30 in the morning when the shrill ringing of Ryo’s phone pierced the peaceful quiet of the apartment. Ryo had arrived in Tokyo a day early to rest before a hectic week filled with television appearances and performances with NewS took up most of his time. Squinting as he checked the caller ID, Ryo groaned, cursing the fact that he ever told his friends that he was in town. Sitting up in bed, Ryo pressed the on button and yawned, thinking that not many people could get away with calling so late at night, but that Yamashita Tomohisa always seemed to be an exception to the rule.
“What?” Ryo asked groggily into the phone, not bothering to hide his irritation.
“RYOCHAN!” The Kansai singer immediately pulled the phone away from his ear and grimaced at the annoyingly pleasant, obviously drunk voice of his friend.
“Pi, what the hell?”
“I missed you Ryo-chan…..Hey, want to know a secret?” Ryo rubbed his temple at the muffled giggled he heard.
“Not really-”
“I love Ryo~chan.” Yamapi sang, adding a little kissing sound afterwards just for effect and Ryo knew that he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep any time soon.
“That’s nice Pi.” Ryo sighed.
“Don’t you love me too?” The pout was evident even through the phone.
“Not at the moment.”
“Boo. Hey Ryo, open your door.”
“Why?” He knew it couldn’t be anything good, already sensing impending trouble.
“It’s. A. Surprise~” Yamapi giggled. Ryo couldn’t help but sigh as he shuffled through his living room quietly, his cell phone still in hand as he peered through the peephole of his front door. With another sigh, he opened the door and stumbled backwards when a rather large body hugged him.
“Ryo~chan. Surprise.” Yamapi kissed his friend’s cheek, his warm breath tickling Ryo’s sensitive ear.
“Pi…how much have you had to drink tonight?” Ryo asked once he pulled himself away, his arms wrapping across his bare chest as he stared at his younger friend.
“Not much…well, just a few sips really, or a lot. It tasted really good. I danced around and there was music. Jin and I were hanging out and talking about us…” The smile faded from Yamapi’s face. “He said something about wanting to be with Kame again and then he got a call and had to leave…“ Ryo could hear the pain in his friend’s voice, though Yamapi tried his best to hide it.
“Oh…Pi, are you alright?” Yamapi looked down at the floor as he nodded, holding back the sniffle that wanted to escape. Then, Yamapi looked up, all traces of sadness suddenly gone as he grinned brightly at his friend.
“He asked me where I wanted to go but since I couldn’t go with him, I wanted to visit you. I missed my Ryo-chan. Ryo-chan always makes me feel better and-” Ryo cupped Yamapi’s cheek, stopping the other almost immediately. Ever since Jin and Yamapi broke up, he was the one that the latter would come to when he was upset. He didn’t mind since he really cared for his friend, but sometimes, he couldn’t help but feel slightly used sometimes.
“Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” Yamapi clapped his hands before wrapping his arms around Ryo’s small waist and holding him tightly.
“Okay.” He grinned. Ryo turned around and began to walk to his room, Yamapi still holding him from behind. Once they were in the bedroom, Ryo pulled the younger boy off and lightly pushed him on the bed. Silently, Ryo began to undress his friend, pulling the snug shirt he wore off and revealing toned muscles and tanned skin. When Yamapi was left in only his boxers, Ryo motioned for him to scoot back on the bed. Yamapi smiled lazily and shook his head. Just as Ryo was about to reach down and help the other man move, he was pulled down on the bed between Yamapi’s legs.
“Mm, Ryo, you smell good.” Yamapi nuzzled Ryo’s cheek, taking a deep breath of the other’s scent in the process.
“And you smell like a drunk sailor.” Ryo managed to sit up and shift closer to the edge of the bed though he had no luck getting the other to let go of him.
“I wonder if you taste good too…” Yamapi smirked and nipped gently on Ryo’s neck, his tongue running over the mark he left.
“Stop it Pi.” Not appreciating how ‘friendly’ the other was becoming, Ryo tried to pry the arms holding him off.
“Aww Ryo-chan, just a little nibble.” Yamapi chuckled, his tongue darting out and licking the lobe of Ryo’s ear before nipping at it lightly..
“I said stop it!” Ryo stood up and pushed the other man away, flinching at the loud thud when his body fell to the floor.
“Oww.” Yamapi whined while Ryo walked to his bedroom door, pausing as he flicked the light switch off.
“Go to sleep Pi.” Slamming the door shut, Ryo walked to his couch to sleep there for the rest of the night.
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There was a faint light shining past the dark curtains of the apartment when Ryo stirred from his sleep again. The clock next to his television said it was almost 5am and Ryo shut his eyes as he groaned in displeasure. He was about to turn over and try to sleep just a little longer when he heard soft moaning coming from the direction of the bedroom. Lifting his head, Ryo blinked as he heard another low whimper.
‘What the hell…He…can’t be…no. He’s not. No.’
Ryo hesitantly stood up and padded towards his bedroom, carefully being extra quiet along the way. When he opened the door, his mouth fell open in shock and his face felt increasingly warm as he blushed at the sight before him.
Yamapi lay against the headboard of the bed, back propped up by a few pillows. Perspiration slid down his naked torso and his eyes were shut tightly. The singer’s hand was stroking his fully erect member, his hips moving in rhythm with his labored breathing. He groaned as he squeezed the base of his cock, precum already leaking from the tip as he continued to move his hand up and down, faster and holding tighter.
Ryo looked away, tempted to just ignore what was happening when Yamapi moaned, making him give a second glance. He could feel himself getting aroused and when another moan echoed in the room, Ryo took a step closer to his bed and bandmate.
Yamapi arched his hips to meet his hand, whimpering as his grip tightened around his shaft. He licked his lips before biting down on his lower one, his face pink and his eyes slightly glazed. His breathing was becoming more erratic; ragged. Another groan escaped and his eyes fluttered shut as his head lolled back.
“mmhm…” he exhaled. Hair matted to his forehead, Yamapi ran his thumb across the tip of his erection, licking his swollen bottom lip again as his mind pictured a lover touching him like this.
“W-what are you doing?” Ryo gulped, voice filled with obvious hunger and desire that was impossible to hide. Startled slightly, Yamapi bit his lip again and whimpered as he arched his back with another stroke. With his free hand, Yamapi reached up and pulled Ryo down on the bed beside him. Ryo watched him, enraptured by the soft pants and breathy grunts. He found that he couldn’t help but run his hand down the sculpted chest of his bandmate and wrapping his hand around Yamapi’s.
A faint smile appeared on Yamapi’s face as they increased the speed of the strokes, Ryo’s hand placing just a hint of pressure on his. With a loud moan, Yamapi came and fell back against the pillows. Ryo smirked as he leaned down and licked him clean, his tongue taking it‘s time on Yamapi’s abs, then lazily making sure that their hands were spotless as well. Then, Ryo’s weight shifted on the bed as he sat back and moved away.
After taking a few deep breaths, Yamapi’s eyes opened in time to see the older man pull his track pants off, apparently the only clothing he wore to bed, and settle in between his legs. Still reeling from his orgasm, Yamapi hardly felt Ryo’s probing fingers enter him, stretching and preparing him for what was to come.
Ryo kissed the inside of Yamapi’s pale thigh before he plunged himself in, moaning as deliciously tight heat enveloped him. Yamapi’s arm curved around Ryo’s neck and his lips trailed wet kisses along his friend’s cheek until their mouths met and lips touched. Their tongues slid against each other, rough and clumsy but passionate and enthusiastic. Ryo closed his eyes and increased his pace, moving faster and thrusting harder.
They moved together, Yamapi’s hips meeting Ryo’s with every thrust. Beads of sweat lined Ryo’s forehead as he sat back and rotated his hips, earning a low moan of approval from the man beneath him. Ryo gasped when Yamapi clenched his muscles around his cock and it sent him over the edge as he came inside his friend. Pulling himself out and laying beside the younger man, Ryo dazedly reached and jerked Yamapi to climax once more, smiling as the other shuddered and moaned. Ryo watched as Yamapi came down from his high and blinked confusedly when he noticed the faint whisper of another’s name fall from the other’s lips. Feeling a startling clarity, Ryo sat up in the bed and stared at his friend. Yamapi opened his eyes and smiled lazily at him and Ryo could only smile back as he fixed the pillows around them. He lay back down after pulling the sheets up and pressed his head against Yamapi’s shoulder.
“Do you love me?” The younger man asked quietly after catching his breath, his words still slightly slurred, the effects of the alcohol still evident.
“Yeah.” Ryo rested his arm across Yamapi’s stomach and held him closer, listening to the rapid beat of the other’s heart.
“I love you too.” Yamapi whispered as he snuggled impossibly closer to the man beside him.
“Okay…go to sleep Pi.” Ryo hummed softly and kissed the nearest patched of bare skin. Just as the steady rise and fall of the other’s chest began to lull him to sleep, Ryo remembered the name Yamapi said when he came.
‘I love you Tomo…but you’ll never love me as much as you loved him. I don’t have a chance, do I? I’ll only be second best.’
Ryo closed his eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep, his mind too tired to think of anything besides his exhaustion. They wouldn’t have to work until the afternoon so they could rest all morning.
“Jin…” Yamapi mumbled as he turned over and pulled the covers tightly around him. Ryo shivered at the loss of warmth and his arms reached out for something to hold, settling to embrace a pillow with the lingering heat of their bodies. He never heard the other murmur another’s name again as they lay on the bed together, but even so, Ryo wouldn’t say anything the next morning anyway. He never did.