omfg, It's RyoDa >_
Title: Skin Deep
Author: aoi_haiiro
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance and A bit of making out.
Pairing: RyoDa
Notes: This really doesn’t have much of a plot and it's really short, sorry. Muzukashii ne!
Skin Deep
Ueda Tatsuya had the most beautiful skin he’d ever seen. Sometimes he would gaze at the singer from across the stage as they performed together. And sometimes he would long to trail his fingertips down that smooth, flawless shoulder just to see if it was as soft and cool as it appeared. But then he would get distracted by the shadowy hair spilling down the curved shoulder, whispering at the beauty mark on the man’s shoulder blade. Or the glittering of the silver earring nestled amongst the dark strands. He couldn’t help but love to stare up at those quivering lips as Ueda tried not to smile. But Ueda Tatsuya looked even more beautiful when he cried.
Behind every glare and sarcastic observation was a man, still enamored with the strange Ueda. It was this secret awe that drew him ever closer, causing him to turn his cruel mouth toward the man. And every time that the tears began to spill down the curve of those rounded cheeks, the beating in his heart lost control for just a few moments, a too sweet thrill escaping his chest. These were the moments he kept closest to his heart. It took him a while before he realized that with each little comment Ueda would only withdraw further into his own little world.
He had given up. Given in. Apologies weren’t what Ryo was best at, and it showed in the awkward little smirk that played on his face. He wished that he could still watch the tears against that pale skin, but when he would glance over and see the blushing little smile that grew on Ueda’s lips, he felt it would be alright if he could make Ueda smile like that instead.
And ever so slowly, Ueda began to escape the shell he had buried himself in, and just as slowly, he let Ryo be his friend. It had happened one day, Ueda had been talking, and Ryo’d been watching, like he always seemed to do. But then the singer turned and his eyes immediately found him. He didn’t look away when the other blushed and ducked his head, only to look timidly back and give him a little smile. Or when he grabbed Ueda and pulled him close during a song, their bodies fitting together, Ueda laughing breathlessly, and his own heart pounding louder for a moment as his hand rested against Ueda’s shirt, just a layer away from that beloved skin. Though it was over in a matter of moments, he still couldn’t help but look back at Ueda and grin as he walked by. It was then Ryo decided he would work his hardest to be the only one the man would smile for.
He knew that the weird man had most likely put some sort of spell on him. That was why he just simply couldn’t stop pressing his mouth up against those supple lips. It was an addiction and while he was sure it was probably getting to be dangerous by now, he slid his tongue back into the warm ecstasy that was Ueda Tatsuya’s mouth. And between the adoring kisses and soft whispered phrases that Ryo would never utter if he weren’t under said enchantment, his fingers grasped the flowing fabric of Ueda’s shirt and slipped it down his shoulder. Ueda Tatsuya’s pale skin was flushed an off color of pink and it was all too hot, and there were little scars underneath his collarbone. But somehow, Ryo forgave him.
Owari
Author: aoi_haiiro
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance and A bit of making out.
Pairing: RyoDa
Notes: This really doesn’t have much of a plot and it's really short, sorry. Muzukashii ne!
Skin Deep
Ueda Tatsuya had the most beautiful skin he’d ever seen. Sometimes he would gaze at the singer from across the stage as they performed together. And sometimes he would long to trail his fingertips down that smooth, flawless shoulder just to see if it was as soft and cool as it appeared. But then he would get distracted by the shadowy hair spilling down the curved shoulder, whispering at the beauty mark on the man’s shoulder blade. Or the glittering of the silver earring nestled amongst the dark strands. He couldn’t help but love to stare up at those quivering lips as Ueda tried not to smile. But Ueda Tatsuya looked even more beautiful when he cried.
Behind every glare and sarcastic observation was a man, still enamored with the strange Ueda. It was this secret awe that drew him ever closer, causing him to turn his cruel mouth toward the man. And every time that the tears began to spill down the curve of those rounded cheeks, the beating in his heart lost control for just a few moments, a too sweet thrill escaping his chest. These were the moments he kept closest to his heart. It took him a while before he realized that with each little comment Ueda would only withdraw further into his own little world.
He had given up. Given in. Apologies weren’t what Ryo was best at, and it showed in the awkward little smirk that played on his face. He wished that he could still watch the tears against that pale skin, but when he would glance over and see the blushing little smile that grew on Ueda’s lips, he felt it would be alright if he could make Ueda smile like that instead.
And ever so slowly, Ueda began to escape the shell he had buried himself in, and just as slowly, he let Ryo be his friend. It had happened one day, Ueda had been talking, and Ryo’d been watching, like he always seemed to do. But then the singer turned and his eyes immediately found him. He didn’t look away when the other blushed and ducked his head, only to look timidly back and give him a little smile. Or when he grabbed Ueda and pulled him close during a song, their bodies fitting together, Ueda laughing breathlessly, and his own heart pounding louder for a moment as his hand rested against Ueda’s shirt, just a layer away from that beloved skin. Though it was over in a matter of moments, he still couldn’t help but look back at Ueda and grin as he walked by. It was then Ryo decided he would work his hardest to be the only one the man would smile for.
He knew that the weird man had most likely put some sort of spell on him. That was why he just simply couldn’t stop pressing his mouth up against those supple lips. It was an addiction and while he was sure it was probably getting to be dangerous by now, he slid his tongue back into the warm ecstasy that was Ueda Tatsuya’s mouth. And between the adoring kisses and soft whispered phrases that Ryo would never utter if he weren’t under said enchantment, his fingers grasped the flowing fabric of Ueda’s shirt and slipped it down his shoulder. Ueda Tatsuya’s pale skin was flushed an off color of pink and it was all too hot, and there were little scars underneath his collarbone. But somehow, Ryo forgave him.
Owari