fic for waxrose
Title: Irrational Desire
Rating: NC-17
Threesome: Koyama/Ryo/Shige, hints of Ryo/Uchi
Summary: KoyaShige are crafty exhibitionists. Ryo witnesses a rather public-display of affection he'd rather have avoided. Pi ninjas his way into the story.
Warnings: Lack of much of a plot, slight angst and smut.
Notes: For waxrose as requested. Not sure if I adhered to your request but I did my best. It started out in Sho's POV but Ryo wouldn't shut up, so this is what you get ^^;
There were always whispered rumours of what went on at Johnny's Entertainment. The way none of the boys ever openly dated, the reason the practice of living together in a dorm had been discontinued, the countless men who never married even past 30; these topics were the stuff of legends.
As a young trainee Nishikido Ryo had heard them all. The drunken tales told at after-parties held to celebrate the end of tours and musicals often circulated around the Jimusho for months, passing from trainee to trainee until the truth of the matter was distorted beyond recognition.
Certainly, he was no stranger to the idea of falling in love with a man. For a brief time, he had experienced it too; had known what it meant to fall for another boy's charms, to be swept away by the sight of an easy smile, to be filled with an inexplainable lightness of the heart and entranced by the other's movements.
But it had been brief. Too brief. He flinched away from the memories.
At a later point in his life, he'd finally been able to put a name to those strange emotions. Love.
As for the physical manisfestations of such a love...between Kanjani 8, and Yamapi and Jin, Ryo had walked in on his fair share of couples caught in the act.
He had no reason to be squeamish. None at all.
It didn't explain the strange burning in his stomach at the sight that confronted him. Nor did it explain the bile rising in his throat as he fought the urge to bolt and risk attracting their attention.
So he stayed mute and watched the two figures kissing violently, waiting for an appropriate moment to leave. He watched the blossoming purple marks on the elder's neck and shivered at the greed, the desire of the one leaving them. His eyes traced the hand the younger slipped under the other's shirt and tracked the uncontrollable way the older shifted his hips up, pleading for attention.
Shame overtook him as the shirt rode up, exposing skin and the fingers that stroked the elder's bellybutton before dipping below the waistband - he wanted to close his eyes. These weren't random strangers, they were his bandmates. He had no right to invade their privacy this way, not if he wanted to be able to look them in the eyes tomorrow.
And yet, he remained gripped to the scene, fighting the rising bile and his screaming conscience. The moans were amplified now, reaching him at the front of the practice hall.The coppery tang in his mouth told him he had bit his lips in an attempt to contain his own vocalizations.
He cursed and fled, tripping over an errant concert prop - one of the juniors' batons. Ryo ran to the tiny bathroom at the end of the floor, before paranoia made him head for the floor above. He didn't want to be followed. Heat blossomed over his cheeks even as he leaned against the tiled wall, panting.
Shige let go of Kei in startlement and whirled around, catching only a glimpse of whoever had walked in on them. Worry furrowed his brow as he fervently hoped they hadn't been recognised.
He turned back to Kei only to find a slight smile on his lover's lips. “Kei?”
Kei's grin got wider. Shige sighed; he could never resist that airheaded smile.
“It was Ryo-chan!” Kei exclaimed happily. Shige's eyes widened.
“Crap! What if he tells?” Shige began panicking. No - it couldn't be - oh god why did it have to Nishikido-kun? He was never going to let the two of them live this down. How much had Ryo seen? And why now...just when he had begun to get closer to the Osaka native, why did -
Kei hit him. “Relax!” Shige looked at him in puzzlement. Kei was often not the brightest bulb in the closet. Shige didn't mind - if he was the brains, then Kei was the heart of their relationship. And it made Kei an easy person to decipher, most of the time.
Right now, Shige was stumped. How could Kei ask him to relax in a situation like this? Usually Kei was the one doing the incessant worrying, so why was this any different?
“He was watching,” Kei said, answering Shige's unspoken question.
“Watching?”
Kei nodded, his lips pursed thoughtfully. “He watching really really intently. Like he wanted to join us.”
Shige glanced at Kei incredulously. “What? How would you know that?”
Kei shrugged. “It's the little things. Like the way he kept watching your hand in my pants, or the look in his eyes...”
“It could have been...shock”.
Kei smirked, enjoying the fact that he had the upper hand in their conversation for once. “The way he was biting his lips...the bulge in his pants...”
Shige gaped at Kei. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that Ryo would be turned on by them.
“How could you? I mean he wasn't near. And we were distracted...”
Kei just grinned. Shige pounced on the older boy suddenly. “You were watching him! While we were...while I was doing all the hard work...you were watching him!” Jealousy and rage flooded him at the thought.
Kei's smile faltered at the anger in Shige's eyes. “Oh come on. It's not like you'd have done any different in my place. I've put up with you mentally raping him since we've debuted!”
Shige flinched. So Kei had known. He thought he had done a better job of concealing his attraction to Nishikido. “You knew?” he asked hesitantly. Kei just nodded mutely. “I...you know I'd never...” Shige stuttered.
“Hey...I don't blame you. He does have a nice ass. And a sexy body. And those brooding eyes...and the way he moves his hips when he dances is irresitible,” Kei teased Shige, earning a sharp look.
“Shut up!” Shige growled and shoved Kei against the glass again, moving to finish what Ryo had distracted them from.
So many times we want what we can't have. So many times we just watch and let life pass us by; let fleeting sparks of attraction die out.
He took a shaky breath. This was no different a moment in time. And yet, the images refused to leave his mind. Again and again they played, stuck in an endless loop, until need drove him to do something and he almost unwillingly slipped a hand below. Silent and alone, just the images in his head and his fingers playing out his fantasies.
Later, as he descended from the momentary pleasure, he bolted for the bathroom again. There were lines you bent and there were those you didn't cross. They were his bandmates. Bandmates. He couldn't afford to want them, not like this. It made him feel dirty.
His handphone vibrated and he looked at the screen. Pi.
He almost didn't pick up, but than memories of what an aggravated Yamashita Tomohisa could do forced him to answer. “Ryo-chan! Come eat dinner with us!”
Ryo rolled his eyes. “Are you drunk?”
“Erm, no? I think?”
“You sound drunk”.
“Come? We're at that yakisoba place. The guys wanted to try it earlier today, remember?”
Ryo sighed. Typical Yamashita, expecting him to keep track of who said what. How would he know what Jin or Yuu, or whichever friend Pi was with, wanted to eat?
His stomach rumbled right at the moment an annoying “Ryo-chan!” was thrown at him. He flipped the phone close with a curt promise and hurried into a pair of jeans and out the door. It would do him good to get away from the apartment and spend some time with friends.
“So Ryo's coming?”
Pi nodded. “Yeah, but I have to leave soon, so you guys stay and eat with him, okay?”
The pair nodded.
“Why did you want me to get Ryo-chan to come anyway?”
“Ah...it's nothing. Just thought that we should eat with him too. You know how he always complains about eating dinner alone and all”.
Pi pursed his lips and nodded slowly, slurping the noodles up. Shige was up to something, he could tell. It wasn't Shige himself who gave the game away, but rather Kei-chan and the way he refused to look up.
Pi sighed as he finished the last of the noodles, tipping the bowl up to drain the soup. Whatever they were up to, he would leave them to it today. He trusted Kei at least to make sure no one got hurt and anything got damaged too badly. And as he was often reminded, Ryo could take care of himself.
He glanced at his watch and swore. Filming started in 10 minutes. Strange requests from bandmates and prickly best friends aside, he had to leave now.
“Ja! Tell Ryo-chan I'm sorry, okay!” he ran off.
Ryo enters as Pi leaves and looks at the passing blur in amusement before sighing. Typical Yamashita again, leaving after inviting him to dinner. Ryo scans the crowd, looking for Jin's favoured gigantic shades that he insisted on wearing indoors, or Yuu's distinctive nose. Neither appeared and he swept the crowd again, looking for anyone familiar, Yuu's brother, Jin's brother, Toma, even Matsujun, or for-gods-sake Takizawa-kun, before someone waved at him.
Spiky black hair filled his vision as he walked nearer and he almost stopped. Shige.
A glance to the man's left revealed Koyama. What the - Ryo wanted to turn. He could leave now, pretend not to have seen them.
“Ryo-chan! We were waiting for you!” Koyama's voice pipes across the crowd as he waves energetically.
Ryo sighs and walks towards them, planning the death of a certain famous teen idol even as he slid beside Koyama and nodded to Shige in greeting.
The rest of the night passes in a blur between the pair's obvious flirting and his attempts at ignoring them. Before he knows it, they're hitting their second bar of the night and Shige reaches over and carresses Koyama's thigh in front of him. Ryo never thought Koyama had a sexy singing voice. But the sounds produced by an intoxicated Koyama go straight to his groin and he flushes in embarrassment.
Ryo stands up and mumbles an excuse about wanting to dance so he can leave the VIP room. But then he lifts his head and stares at the smug smirk plastered over Shige's face. “You can watch, you know”, Shige murmurs in that low voice of his.
Ryo wants to laugh. Kato Shigeaki was trying to seduce him and Koyama Keiichiro was looking at him with bedroom eyes. Kato Shigeaki and Koyama Keiichiro.
And he was getting turned on. Damn.
“I'm not like that”, he growls. Shige raises a disbelieving eyebrow.
“Uchi used to tell Kei-chan everything you know”, Shige says at last.
“No, I don't mean that. I mean...” Ryo gestures helplessly. Shige waits.
“There are more than two of us”, Ryo doesn't like how utterly innocent he sounds anymore than he likes the way Shige's smirk widens in challenge.
He leans in and kisses him, unsure if it's the alcohol or because Nishikido Ryo losing to Kato Shigeaki should be an impossibility in every instant.
Shige's rough and passionate and Ryo even forgets about Koyama, forgets about everything except the lips he's locked to and the arms creeping under his shirt. He breaks for air, feeling stunned and confused until a hand slips into his pants and he whirls around.
Koyama quickly divests Ryo of his pants and shirt, fingers brushing over the taut body as he murmurs appreciatively. Ryo just lies there, feeling almost disconnected from the entire experience. “I never expected you to be so submissive”, Shige remarks off-handedly and that's all it takes for Ryo to snap.
He pushes into Koyama, dry-humping the other while Shige moves forward and captures his lips again. Soon the other two are both naked and Shige begins to pull the elastic band of Ryo's boxers down, only to stop at the expression on the older man's face.
“Don't you...” Shige stops as Koyama leans closer to Ryo.
“You've never done this, have you?” Kei remarks softly, arms caressing Ryo's biceps. Shige swallows incredulously. That had to be wrong...how could Ryo never have...
“I...he wasn't ready”, Ryo replies quietly. Koyama exchanges glances with Shige. Not here, not now. Shige nods imperceptibly, tearing his eyes away from the Kansai native. Their game had gone far enough for today.
Koyama reaches forward, palming Ryo's nipples, pushing his legs between Ryo's and rubbing hard. It's enough for Shige to just watch. Just this once.
They lie in a sticky heap later. Ryo knows he should get up, pull his jeans and top on and leave. Or go to the bathroom. Something. Anything.
But he can't think and all he can see is Shige and Kei lying there in a loose hug, limbs all over each other. Kei lifts his head and smiles at Ryo when he catches him watching, before curling an arm around him with a tired smile.
Ryo grumbles. They're all sweaty and sticky, and Koyama's arm aggravates the situation. But inwardly he knows he appreciates the gesture. Somewhat.
Rating: NC-17
Threesome: Koyama/Ryo/Shige, hints of Ryo/Uchi
Summary: KoyaShige are crafty exhibitionists. Ryo witnesses a rather public-display of affection he'd rather have avoided. Pi ninjas his way into the story.
Warnings: Lack of much of a plot, slight angst and smut.
Notes: For waxrose as requested. Not sure if I adhered to your request but I did my best. It started out in Sho's POV but Ryo wouldn't shut up, so this is what you get ^^;
There were always whispered rumours of what went on at Johnny's Entertainment. The way none of the boys ever openly dated, the reason the practice of living together in a dorm had been discontinued, the countless men who never married even past 30; these topics were the stuff of legends.
As a young trainee Nishikido Ryo had heard them all. The drunken tales told at after-parties held to celebrate the end of tours and musicals often circulated around the Jimusho for months, passing from trainee to trainee until the truth of the matter was distorted beyond recognition.
Certainly, he was no stranger to the idea of falling in love with a man. For a brief time, he had experienced it too; had known what it meant to fall for another boy's charms, to be swept away by the sight of an easy smile, to be filled with an inexplainable lightness of the heart and entranced by the other's movements.
But it had been brief. Too brief. He flinched away from the memories.
At a later point in his life, he'd finally been able to put a name to those strange emotions. Love.
As for the physical manisfestations of such a love...between Kanjani 8, and Yamapi and Jin, Ryo had walked in on his fair share of couples caught in the act.
He had no reason to be squeamish. None at all.
It didn't explain the strange burning in his stomach at the sight that confronted him. Nor did it explain the bile rising in his throat as he fought the urge to bolt and risk attracting their attention.
So he stayed mute and watched the two figures kissing violently, waiting for an appropriate moment to leave. He watched the blossoming purple marks on the elder's neck and shivered at the greed, the desire of the one leaving them. His eyes traced the hand the younger slipped under the other's shirt and tracked the uncontrollable way the older shifted his hips up, pleading for attention.
Shame overtook him as the shirt rode up, exposing skin and the fingers that stroked the elder's bellybutton before dipping below the waistband - he wanted to close his eyes. These weren't random strangers, they were his bandmates. He had no right to invade their privacy this way, not if he wanted to be able to look them in the eyes tomorrow.
And yet, he remained gripped to the scene, fighting the rising bile and his screaming conscience. The moans were amplified now, reaching him at the front of the practice hall.The coppery tang in his mouth told him he had bit his lips in an attempt to contain his own vocalizations.
He cursed and fled, tripping over an errant concert prop - one of the juniors' batons. Ryo ran to the tiny bathroom at the end of the floor, before paranoia made him head for the floor above. He didn't want to be followed. Heat blossomed over his cheeks even as he leaned against the tiled wall, panting.
Shige let go of Kei in startlement and whirled around, catching only a glimpse of whoever had walked in on them. Worry furrowed his brow as he fervently hoped they hadn't been recognised.
He turned back to Kei only to find a slight smile on his lover's lips. “Kei?”
Kei's grin got wider. Shige sighed; he could never resist that airheaded smile.
“It was Ryo-chan!” Kei exclaimed happily. Shige's eyes widened.
“Crap! What if he tells?” Shige began panicking. No - it couldn't be - oh god why did it have to Nishikido-kun? He was never going to let the two of them live this down. How much had Ryo seen? And why now...just when he had begun to get closer to the Osaka native, why did -
Kei hit him. “Relax!” Shige looked at him in puzzlement. Kei was often not the brightest bulb in the closet. Shige didn't mind - if he was the brains, then Kei was the heart of their relationship. And it made Kei an easy person to decipher, most of the time.
Right now, Shige was stumped. How could Kei ask him to relax in a situation like this? Usually Kei was the one doing the incessant worrying, so why was this any different?
“He was watching,” Kei said, answering Shige's unspoken question.
“Watching?”
Kei nodded, his lips pursed thoughtfully. “He watching really really intently. Like he wanted to join us.”
Shige glanced at Kei incredulously. “What? How would you know that?”
Kei shrugged. “It's the little things. Like the way he kept watching your hand in my pants, or the look in his eyes...”
“It could have been...shock”.
Kei smirked, enjoying the fact that he had the upper hand in their conversation for once. “The way he was biting his lips...the bulge in his pants...”
Shige gaped at Kei. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that Ryo would be turned on by them.
“How could you? I mean he wasn't near. And we were distracted...”
Kei just grinned. Shige pounced on the older boy suddenly. “You were watching him! While we were...while I was doing all the hard work...you were watching him!” Jealousy and rage flooded him at the thought.
Kei's smile faltered at the anger in Shige's eyes. “Oh come on. It's not like you'd have done any different in my place. I've put up with you mentally raping him since we've debuted!”
Shige flinched. So Kei had known. He thought he had done a better job of concealing his attraction to Nishikido. “You knew?” he asked hesitantly. Kei just nodded mutely. “I...you know I'd never...” Shige stuttered.
“Hey...I don't blame you. He does have a nice ass. And a sexy body. And those brooding eyes...and the way he moves his hips when he dances is irresitible,” Kei teased Shige, earning a sharp look.
“Shut up!” Shige growled and shoved Kei against the glass again, moving to finish what Ryo had distracted them from.
So many times we want what we can't have. So many times we just watch and let life pass us by; let fleeting sparks of attraction die out.
He took a shaky breath. This was no different a moment in time. And yet, the images refused to leave his mind. Again and again they played, stuck in an endless loop, until need drove him to do something and he almost unwillingly slipped a hand below. Silent and alone, just the images in his head and his fingers playing out his fantasies.
Later, as he descended from the momentary pleasure, he bolted for the bathroom again. There were lines you bent and there were those you didn't cross. They were his bandmates. Bandmates. He couldn't afford to want them, not like this. It made him feel dirty.
His handphone vibrated and he looked at the screen. Pi.
He almost didn't pick up, but than memories of what an aggravated Yamashita Tomohisa could do forced him to answer. “Ryo-chan! Come eat dinner with us!”
Ryo rolled his eyes. “Are you drunk?”
“Erm, no? I think?”
“You sound drunk”.
“Come? We're at that yakisoba place. The guys wanted to try it earlier today, remember?”
Ryo sighed. Typical Yamashita, expecting him to keep track of who said what. How would he know what Jin or Yuu, or whichever friend Pi was with, wanted to eat?
His stomach rumbled right at the moment an annoying “Ryo-chan!” was thrown at him. He flipped the phone close with a curt promise and hurried into a pair of jeans and out the door. It would do him good to get away from the apartment and spend some time with friends.
“So Ryo's coming?”
Pi nodded. “Yeah, but I have to leave soon, so you guys stay and eat with him, okay?”
The pair nodded.
“Why did you want me to get Ryo-chan to come anyway?”
“Ah...it's nothing. Just thought that we should eat with him too. You know how he always complains about eating dinner alone and all”.
Pi pursed his lips and nodded slowly, slurping the noodles up. Shige was up to something, he could tell. It wasn't Shige himself who gave the game away, but rather Kei-chan and the way he refused to look up.
Pi sighed as he finished the last of the noodles, tipping the bowl up to drain the soup. Whatever they were up to, he would leave them to it today. He trusted Kei at least to make sure no one got hurt and anything got damaged too badly. And as he was often reminded, Ryo could take care of himself.
He glanced at his watch and swore. Filming started in 10 minutes. Strange requests from bandmates and prickly best friends aside, he had to leave now.
“Ja! Tell Ryo-chan I'm sorry, okay!” he ran off.
Ryo enters as Pi leaves and looks at the passing blur in amusement before sighing. Typical Yamashita again, leaving after inviting him to dinner. Ryo scans the crowd, looking for Jin's favoured gigantic shades that he insisted on wearing indoors, or Yuu's distinctive nose. Neither appeared and he swept the crowd again, looking for anyone familiar, Yuu's brother, Jin's brother, Toma, even Matsujun, or for-gods-sake Takizawa-kun, before someone waved at him.
Spiky black hair filled his vision as he walked nearer and he almost stopped. Shige.
A glance to the man's left revealed Koyama. What the - Ryo wanted to turn. He could leave now, pretend not to have seen them.
“Ryo-chan! We were waiting for you!” Koyama's voice pipes across the crowd as he waves energetically.
Ryo sighs and walks towards them, planning the death of a certain famous teen idol even as he slid beside Koyama and nodded to Shige in greeting.
The rest of the night passes in a blur between the pair's obvious flirting and his attempts at ignoring them. Before he knows it, they're hitting their second bar of the night and Shige reaches over and carresses Koyama's thigh in front of him. Ryo never thought Koyama had a sexy singing voice. But the sounds produced by an intoxicated Koyama go straight to his groin and he flushes in embarrassment.
Ryo stands up and mumbles an excuse about wanting to dance so he can leave the VIP room. But then he lifts his head and stares at the smug smirk plastered over Shige's face. “You can watch, you know”, Shige murmurs in that low voice of his.
Ryo wants to laugh. Kato Shigeaki was trying to seduce him and Koyama Keiichiro was looking at him with bedroom eyes. Kato Shigeaki and Koyama Keiichiro.
And he was getting turned on. Damn.
“I'm not like that”, he growls. Shige raises a disbelieving eyebrow.
“Uchi used to tell Kei-chan everything you know”, Shige says at last.
“No, I don't mean that. I mean...” Ryo gestures helplessly. Shige waits.
“There are more than two of us”, Ryo doesn't like how utterly innocent he sounds anymore than he likes the way Shige's smirk widens in challenge.
He leans in and kisses him, unsure if it's the alcohol or because Nishikido Ryo losing to Kato Shigeaki should be an impossibility in every instant.
Shige's rough and passionate and Ryo even forgets about Koyama, forgets about everything except the lips he's locked to and the arms creeping under his shirt. He breaks for air, feeling stunned and confused until a hand slips into his pants and he whirls around.
Koyama quickly divests Ryo of his pants and shirt, fingers brushing over the taut body as he murmurs appreciatively. Ryo just lies there, feeling almost disconnected from the entire experience. “I never expected you to be so submissive”, Shige remarks off-handedly and that's all it takes for Ryo to snap.
He pushes into Koyama, dry-humping the other while Shige moves forward and captures his lips again. Soon the other two are both naked and Shige begins to pull the elastic band of Ryo's boxers down, only to stop at the expression on the older man's face.
“Don't you...” Shige stops as Koyama leans closer to Ryo.
“You've never done this, have you?” Kei remarks softly, arms caressing Ryo's biceps. Shige swallows incredulously. That had to be wrong...how could Ryo never have...
“I...he wasn't ready”, Ryo replies quietly. Koyama exchanges glances with Shige. Not here, not now. Shige nods imperceptibly, tearing his eyes away from the Kansai native. Their game had gone far enough for today.
Koyama reaches forward, palming Ryo's nipples, pushing his legs between Ryo's and rubbing hard. It's enough for Shige to just watch. Just this once.
They lie in a sticky heap later. Ryo knows he should get up, pull his jeans and top on and leave. Or go to the bathroom. Something. Anything.
But he can't think and all he can see is Shige and Kei lying there in a loose hug, limbs all over each other. Kei lifts his head and smiles at Ryo when he catches him watching, before curling an arm around him with a tired smile.
Ryo grumbles. They're all sweaty and sticky, and Koyama's arm aggravates the situation. But inwardly he knows he appreciates the gesture. Somewhat.