FAKE Fic: Making The First Move
Title: Making The First Move
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee, Bikky.
Rating: PG-15
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Ryo always leaves it to Dee to make the first move, but can he be bold enough to take the initiative himself?
Word Count: 2459
Written For: Challenge 396: Bold at fan_flashworks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Whenever Dee was in the mood for sex, which to be fair seemed to be most of the time, he had no qualms about making it clear in ways that not even Ryo at his most airheaded could fail to notice. That wasn’t to say he pushed or demanded; if Ryo wasn’t feeling it, for whatever reason, then Dee would either go without or take care of himself, but still, he didn’t just sit there hoping Ryo would make the first move, probably well aware that nothing would ever happen if he didn’t get the ball rolling.
Because Ryo had always left it to his partner to take the initiative. Not once in the almost eighteen months they’d been together had he let Dee know that he was horny and wanted to get laid. Well, there’d been that time, with the cough medicine and the alcohol in the soup, when he’d been a bit more… forward than normal, but that had been an accident, and totally out of character for him. He’d been so embarrassed after the fact.
That was the whole problem though; what had been out of character a couple of months ago really needed to become more IN character for him. Ryo knew he and Dee couldn’t go through the rest of their lives together with him expecting his lover to always read his mind and somehow just know what he wanted. It wasn’t fair to either of them, because neither of them was getting sex as often as they might like.
Even given that Dee might sometimes not be in the mood, which seemed unlikely considering what a horndog he’d always been, but was still within the realms of possibility, Ryo knew he should at least try to initiate sex once in a while. But did he have it in him to be that bold? Even when he’d dated women, he’d preferred to let them make the first move, finding it less awkward that way; maybe it had simply become a habit, in which case it was one he needed to break.
Other guys didn’t have a problem with communicating what they wanted, Ryo was sure of that. He’d seen plenty of guys flirting with and even outright propositioning complete strangers in clubs and bars, and while he doubted he’d ever have the nerve to behave like that with someone he didn’t know, even after a few drinks, why couldn’t he be equally forthright with the man he loved?
He sighed in exasperation, because he knew the answer only too well. “Because I get embarrassed, that’s why,” he muttered under his breath. “I love Dee, and I enjoy what we do together, once we get going, so I should be able to tell him when I want to do it.” He huffed, shaking his head, and corrected himself. “When I want to have sex. I’m an adult, I can say the word; it’s nothing to be ashamed about. Sex, sex, SEX!” He clapped one hand over his mouth as he felt his face heating up. It was probably a good thing Bikky wasn’t home; explaining that little outburst to a teenage boy was not on his list of things he ever wanted to do. He just hoped his neighbours hadn’t heard; the walls in his building were so thin.
Still, the fact remained that if he could say the S word when he was at home alone, then he should be able to say it to the man he was sleeping with. Then again, how often did Dee ask for sex by using words? Looking back, Ryo couldn’t remember a single occasion. Usually Dee just pounced, kissed, groped… It got the message across with no room for misinterpretation, so maybe Ryo didn’t have to use words either. Maybe all he needed to do was demonstrate that he was feeling frisky. Not quite so blatantly as Dee did it, with the pouncing and the grabbing, but a kiss and a look… Surely he could manage that. How difficult could it be?
Mind made up, Ryo pushed the thought to the back of his mind and finished getting ready for work. The last thing he needed was to be distracted all day.
OoOoOoO
Late that afternoon, as their shift was drawing to an end, Ryo prepared to put his plan into action by asking Dee if he had any plans for the evening.
“Nope, nothin’ beyond maybe pickin’ up takeout on the way home and watchin’ TV. Why?”
“I was hoping you could give me a hand with some DIY. I bought new blinds for my bedroom, to replace the one that broke, and I’ve tried to put them up by myself, but I need more hands than I’ve got, and Bikky’s not tall enough. I’d make it worth your while, you’d get a home-cooked meal out of it,” Ryo added.
Was there a hint of disappointment in Dee’s eyes? Ryo thought so, but he couldn’t be sure. It was okay though, because even though hanging the blinds was high on his list of things he needed to do, in this instance they were really just an excuse to get Dee over to his place. After all, he could hardly proposition his lover in the squad room, not with people coming and going all the time. He didn’t want the whole precinct knowing he was hoping to get laid; some things were best kept private.
Dee grinned. “Dinner at your place? Now there’s an offer I’m never gonna refuse; a home-cooked meal beats takeout any day of the week. Sure, I can help with your blinds. Want me to go home with ya, or come over later?”
“Did you drive to work this morning?”
“Nah, took the subway.”
“My car’s here so we might as well go home together.”
“Sure ya don’t need me to bring my tools?”
“No, I’ve done most of the work already, all the measuring, marking, and drilling holes.” Ryo grinned. “I’ve picked up a few tips from watching you. It’s just that the blinds are so long I can’t get both ends where they need to be at the same time. I don’t want them to wind up lopsided or something and have to start again.”
“Okay then, don’t worry ‘bout a thing; we’ll have ‘em up in no time.”
“Thanks, Dee. I really appreciate it.”
“You know me, babe; aways happy to help, especially if it gets me a free meal.”
OoOoOoO
As soon as they arrived at the apartment, Dee helped Ryo get dinner going and then they headed into the bedroom to deal with the blinds. True to Dee’s word, getting them up and operational took the two men no more than twenty minutes. Working together the task was almost ridiculously easy, leaving them plenty of time to clear away the few tools they’d used and get cleaned up before the meal was ready.
By then, Ryo was beginning to have some doubts about his real reason for inviting Dee over. Not because he’d changed his mind about wanting to be with his lover tonight, it had been on his mind most of the day, but because in his determination to take the initiative for once he’d completely forgotten that he and Dee wouldn’t actually be alone. It was a school night, so Bikky was home, which was a complication Ryo had neglected to factor into his plans.
Maybe he should leave it for tonight, invite Dee over at the weekend instead and make sure Bikky would be safely out of the way, sleeping over at Carol’s house, or with one of his other friends. Except that would defeat the whole object of the exercise. If he could only proposition Dee when there was nobody else home, then nothing would really change. Ryo knew he needed to get comfortable with all aspects of his and Dee’s relationship, so if he was going to do this, then he might as well jump in at the deep end. After that, hopefully it would get a bit easier.
Bikky wasn’t particularly thrilled about having Dee join them for dinner, but he didn’t make too much fuss since from his point of view, Dee was only there to help Ryo hang the new blinds, so feeding him could be considered a fair exchange for services rendered. The boy had grudgingly come to accept that his nemesis did have his uses, especially when it came to the handyman stuff. Ryo was good at a lot of things, but DIY wasn’t one of them, although he was trying to get better at it.
For once Bikky tolerated Dee’s presence at the dinner table with reasonably good grace, and after dinner, while the boy finished his homework, Dee helped Ryo with the dishes. Once the last pan was dried and stowed in its proper place, the two men settled in front of the TV with mugs of coffee, watching the evening news and talking about work. As always, they kept their voices down, although Bikky seemed able to tune them out, not particularly wanting to hear about the things his foster father and Dee had to deal with at work. It was probably better that way; the cases they worked would be too traumatic for someone Bikky’s age to process. They were disturbing enough for seasoned detectives.
Ryo did his best to relax and act normal, telling himself there was no need to be nervous. There’d been plenty of evenings like this, himself and Dee watching TV while Bikky played with his hand-held computer game or texted his friends. At last he stirred, checking the clock.
“Time for bed, Biks; save your game and turn it off now.”
“Aw, Ryo! It’s only nine-thirty!” the boy protested.
“Which is your bedtime on a school night. You need your sleep; it’s basketball practice tomorrow night and you’ll want to be at your best. First game of the season is only a couple of weeks away and you don’t want to get cut from the starting line-up because you’re lagging at practice.”
Bikky sighed. “I guess you’re right. I was just doing really well this time!”
“And you can pick up right where you left off tomorrow night. Go on now.”
“Fine,” Bikky grumbled, turning off his game and getting up off the floor. “Night, Ryo.”
“Goodnight, Bikky.” Ryo didn’t bother trying to get his foster son to say goodnight to Dee; that would have been pushing Bikky’s good behaviour a bit too far, and it wasn’t as if Dee cared.
“Knock ‘em dead at practice tomorrow, kid,” Dee called to Bikky’s retreating back.
“Like I need you to tell me that.” Bikky vanished into the bathroom to brush his teeth, then headed for his bedroom, closing the door behind him a little harder than necessary.
“You’d think he’d be used to you coming over for dinner by now,” Ryo said with a sigh.
“He is.” Dee grinned. “Doesn’t mean he likes it.”
“Yeah.” Ryo slumped back against the cushions and shoved one hand through his hair. “I just wish the two of you got along better. I get that he resents having to share me, especially with you, but still…”
“We get along just fine, babe; we’re just too much alike for his comfort. Least he’s stopped kickin’ the stuffin’ outta me, so that’s progress. I appreciate the lack of bruises. I’m tolerated these days; what more can a guy ask?”
That drew a snicker from Ryo. “A bit of respect and good manners would be welcome, but I suppose I shouldn’t expect miracles.”
“Give it time; he’s fourteen, and teenagers are notorious for bein’ moody and obnoxious, it’s kinda their reason for existing. Manners come with maturity, ya gotta grow into ‘em.”
“Speaking from experience, are you?” Ryo teased.
“’Course. I did the whole moody, rebellious teen bit. Didn’t you?”
“Not so much, but I guess that’s because my parents were away on buying trips a lot when I was in my mid-teens. Made me appreciate them more when they were home.”
“That makes sense.” Dee looked up at the wall clock. “Whelp, it’s gettin’ on for ten and we’ve got work tomorrow. Guess maybe I should show willin’. Thanks for dinner.”
It was now or never. Taking a deep breath, Ryo shifted on the sofa seat, his heart starting to pound in his chest. Time to make his move, take the bull by the horns, whatever.
“You don’t have to go. I mean, you could stay, if you want.” Ryo bit his lip; no, that wasn’t what he meant. This was supposed to be him letting Dee know he wanted to have sex. Now. Tonight. “I’d like you to stay.”
Dee looked surprised. “You would?”
“Yes.” Leaning forward, Ryo cupped Dee’s face, moving in for a kiss; not a peck on the cheek, but right on the lips. Was that bold enough to get the message across? Maybe, maybe not… He let his hand slide downwards, began to unbutton Dee’s shirt, and felt his lover’s breath hitch. Pulling back slightly, not meeting Dee’s eyes because he couldn’t bring himself to be quite that bold, Ryo murmured, “It’s the real reason I invited you over. I mean, I did need help with the blinds, but mostly I… I want you.” Okay, it wasn’t the S word, but it was close enough.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wantin’ to hear you say that.” Dee’s voice was rough with desire.
“Well, I’m saying it now.”
Ryo could feel himself blushing as he dropped his hand to Dee’s belt, tugging it undone. Dee groaned, an almost pained, needy sound, and suddenly Ryo felt… embarrassed, yes, and definitely nervous, but also empowered. He’d barely done anything yet, and Dee was already panting, clutching at the sofa cushions. Ryo dropped his hand lower still, cupping Dee through his pants, feeling how hot and hard he was, and then Ryo was sliding off the sofa, tugging on Dee’s hand to get him on his feet.
“Bed. Now.”
“Damn, you gettin’ all forceful is seriously hot!” Dee’s voice was husky, and he sounded almost awed. “I could get used to this!”
Face scarlet, Ryo flicked a glance at his partner. “Just don’t expect it every time; I’m not that brave.” He smiled sheepishly, dropping his gaze again. “I want to be, I’m just not quite there yet, but maybe once in a while I can be.” He took a step towards the bedroom, still holding Dee’s hand. “Are you coming?”
“Not yet,” Dee said with a grin, following his lover, “but I think it’s pretty much guaranteed we both soon will be.”
“Hornball!” Ryo accused, but he was smiling, because Dee was right.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee, Bikky.
Rating: PG-15
Setting: After Vol. 7.
Summary: Ryo always leaves it to Dee to make the first move, but can he be bold enough to take the initiative himself?
Word Count: 2459
Written For: Challenge 396: Bold at fan_flashworks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Whenever Dee was in the mood for sex, which to be fair seemed to be most of the time, he had no qualms about making it clear in ways that not even Ryo at his most airheaded could fail to notice. That wasn’t to say he pushed or demanded; if Ryo wasn’t feeling it, for whatever reason, then Dee would either go without or take care of himself, but still, he didn’t just sit there hoping Ryo would make the first move, probably well aware that nothing would ever happen if he didn’t get the ball rolling.
Because Ryo had always left it to his partner to take the initiative. Not once in the almost eighteen months they’d been together had he let Dee know that he was horny and wanted to get laid. Well, there’d been that time, with the cough medicine and the alcohol in the soup, when he’d been a bit more… forward than normal, but that had been an accident, and totally out of character for him. He’d been so embarrassed after the fact.
That was the whole problem though; what had been out of character a couple of months ago really needed to become more IN character for him. Ryo knew he and Dee couldn’t go through the rest of their lives together with him expecting his lover to always read his mind and somehow just know what he wanted. It wasn’t fair to either of them, because neither of them was getting sex as often as they might like.
Even given that Dee might sometimes not be in the mood, which seemed unlikely considering what a horndog he’d always been, but was still within the realms of possibility, Ryo knew he should at least try to initiate sex once in a while. But did he have it in him to be that bold? Even when he’d dated women, he’d preferred to let them make the first move, finding it less awkward that way; maybe it had simply become a habit, in which case it was one he needed to break.
Other guys didn’t have a problem with communicating what they wanted, Ryo was sure of that. He’d seen plenty of guys flirting with and even outright propositioning complete strangers in clubs and bars, and while he doubted he’d ever have the nerve to behave like that with someone he didn’t know, even after a few drinks, why couldn’t he be equally forthright with the man he loved?
He sighed in exasperation, because he knew the answer only too well. “Because I get embarrassed, that’s why,” he muttered under his breath. “I love Dee, and I enjoy what we do together, once we get going, so I should be able to tell him when I want to do it.” He huffed, shaking his head, and corrected himself. “When I want to have sex. I’m an adult, I can say the word; it’s nothing to be ashamed about. Sex, sex, SEX!” He clapped one hand over his mouth as he felt his face heating up. It was probably a good thing Bikky wasn’t home; explaining that little outburst to a teenage boy was not on his list of things he ever wanted to do. He just hoped his neighbours hadn’t heard; the walls in his building were so thin.
Still, the fact remained that if he could say the S word when he was at home alone, then he should be able to say it to the man he was sleeping with. Then again, how often did Dee ask for sex by using words? Looking back, Ryo couldn’t remember a single occasion. Usually Dee just pounced, kissed, groped… It got the message across with no room for misinterpretation, so maybe Ryo didn’t have to use words either. Maybe all he needed to do was demonstrate that he was feeling frisky. Not quite so blatantly as Dee did it, with the pouncing and the grabbing, but a kiss and a look… Surely he could manage that. How difficult could it be?
Mind made up, Ryo pushed the thought to the back of his mind and finished getting ready for work. The last thing he needed was to be distracted all day.
OoOoOoO
Late that afternoon, as their shift was drawing to an end, Ryo prepared to put his plan into action by asking Dee if he had any plans for the evening.
“Nope, nothin’ beyond maybe pickin’ up takeout on the way home and watchin’ TV. Why?”
“I was hoping you could give me a hand with some DIY. I bought new blinds for my bedroom, to replace the one that broke, and I’ve tried to put them up by myself, but I need more hands than I’ve got, and Bikky’s not tall enough. I’d make it worth your while, you’d get a home-cooked meal out of it,” Ryo added.
Was there a hint of disappointment in Dee’s eyes? Ryo thought so, but he couldn’t be sure. It was okay though, because even though hanging the blinds was high on his list of things he needed to do, in this instance they were really just an excuse to get Dee over to his place. After all, he could hardly proposition his lover in the squad room, not with people coming and going all the time. He didn’t want the whole precinct knowing he was hoping to get laid; some things were best kept private.
Dee grinned. “Dinner at your place? Now there’s an offer I’m never gonna refuse; a home-cooked meal beats takeout any day of the week. Sure, I can help with your blinds. Want me to go home with ya, or come over later?”
“Did you drive to work this morning?”
“Nah, took the subway.”
“My car’s here so we might as well go home together.”
“Sure ya don’t need me to bring my tools?”
“No, I’ve done most of the work already, all the measuring, marking, and drilling holes.” Ryo grinned. “I’ve picked up a few tips from watching you. It’s just that the blinds are so long I can’t get both ends where they need to be at the same time. I don’t want them to wind up lopsided or something and have to start again.”
“Okay then, don’t worry ‘bout a thing; we’ll have ‘em up in no time.”
“Thanks, Dee. I really appreciate it.”
“You know me, babe; aways happy to help, especially if it gets me a free meal.”
OoOoOoO
As soon as they arrived at the apartment, Dee helped Ryo get dinner going and then they headed into the bedroom to deal with the blinds. True to Dee’s word, getting them up and operational took the two men no more than twenty minutes. Working together the task was almost ridiculously easy, leaving them plenty of time to clear away the few tools they’d used and get cleaned up before the meal was ready.
By then, Ryo was beginning to have some doubts about his real reason for inviting Dee over. Not because he’d changed his mind about wanting to be with his lover tonight, it had been on his mind most of the day, but because in his determination to take the initiative for once he’d completely forgotten that he and Dee wouldn’t actually be alone. It was a school night, so Bikky was home, which was a complication Ryo had neglected to factor into his plans.
Maybe he should leave it for tonight, invite Dee over at the weekend instead and make sure Bikky would be safely out of the way, sleeping over at Carol’s house, or with one of his other friends. Except that would defeat the whole object of the exercise. If he could only proposition Dee when there was nobody else home, then nothing would really change. Ryo knew he needed to get comfortable with all aspects of his and Dee’s relationship, so if he was going to do this, then he might as well jump in at the deep end. After that, hopefully it would get a bit easier.
Bikky wasn’t particularly thrilled about having Dee join them for dinner, but he didn’t make too much fuss since from his point of view, Dee was only there to help Ryo hang the new blinds, so feeding him could be considered a fair exchange for services rendered. The boy had grudgingly come to accept that his nemesis did have his uses, especially when it came to the handyman stuff. Ryo was good at a lot of things, but DIY wasn’t one of them, although he was trying to get better at it.
For once Bikky tolerated Dee’s presence at the dinner table with reasonably good grace, and after dinner, while the boy finished his homework, Dee helped Ryo with the dishes. Once the last pan was dried and stowed in its proper place, the two men settled in front of the TV with mugs of coffee, watching the evening news and talking about work. As always, they kept their voices down, although Bikky seemed able to tune them out, not particularly wanting to hear about the things his foster father and Dee had to deal with at work. It was probably better that way; the cases they worked would be too traumatic for someone Bikky’s age to process. They were disturbing enough for seasoned detectives.
Ryo did his best to relax and act normal, telling himself there was no need to be nervous. There’d been plenty of evenings like this, himself and Dee watching TV while Bikky played with his hand-held computer game or texted his friends. At last he stirred, checking the clock.
“Time for bed, Biks; save your game and turn it off now.”
“Aw, Ryo! It’s only nine-thirty!” the boy protested.
“Which is your bedtime on a school night. You need your sleep; it’s basketball practice tomorrow night and you’ll want to be at your best. First game of the season is only a couple of weeks away and you don’t want to get cut from the starting line-up because you’re lagging at practice.”
Bikky sighed. “I guess you’re right. I was just doing really well this time!”
“And you can pick up right where you left off tomorrow night. Go on now.”
“Fine,” Bikky grumbled, turning off his game and getting up off the floor. “Night, Ryo.”
“Goodnight, Bikky.” Ryo didn’t bother trying to get his foster son to say goodnight to Dee; that would have been pushing Bikky’s good behaviour a bit too far, and it wasn’t as if Dee cared.
“Knock ‘em dead at practice tomorrow, kid,” Dee called to Bikky’s retreating back.
“Like I need you to tell me that.” Bikky vanished into the bathroom to brush his teeth, then headed for his bedroom, closing the door behind him a little harder than necessary.
“You’d think he’d be used to you coming over for dinner by now,” Ryo said with a sigh.
“He is.” Dee grinned. “Doesn’t mean he likes it.”
“Yeah.” Ryo slumped back against the cushions and shoved one hand through his hair. “I just wish the two of you got along better. I get that he resents having to share me, especially with you, but still…”
“We get along just fine, babe; we’re just too much alike for his comfort. Least he’s stopped kickin’ the stuffin’ outta me, so that’s progress. I appreciate the lack of bruises. I’m tolerated these days; what more can a guy ask?”
That drew a snicker from Ryo. “A bit of respect and good manners would be welcome, but I suppose I shouldn’t expect miracles.”
“Give it time; he’s fourteen, and teenagers are notorious for bein’ moody and obnoxious, it’s kinda their reason for existing. Manners come with maturity, ya gotta grow into ‘em.”
“Speaking from experience, are you?” Ryo teased.
“’Course. I did the whole moody, rebellious teen bit. Didn’t you?”
“Not so much, but I guess that’s because my parents were away on buying trips a lot when I was in my mid-teens. Made me appreciate them more when they were home.”
“That makes sense.” Dee looked up at the wall clock. “Whelp, it’s gettin’ on for ten and we’ve got work tomorrow. Guess maybe I should show willin’. Thanks for dinner.”
It was now or never. Taking a deep breath, Ryo shifted on the sofa seat, his heart starting to pound in his chest. Time to make his move, take the bull by the horns, whatever.
“You don’t have to go. I mean, you could stay, if you want.” Ryo bit his lip; no, that wasn’t what he meant. This was supposed to be him letting Dee know he wanted to have sex. Now. Tonight. “I’d like you to stay.”
Dee looked surprised. “You would?”
“Yes.” Leaning forward, Ryo cupped Dee’s face, moving in for a kiss; not a peck on the cheek, but right on the lips. Was that bold enough to get the message across? Maybe, maybe not… He let his hand slide downwards, began to unbutton Dee’s shirt, and felt his lover’s breath hitch. Pulling back slightly, not meeting Dee’s eyes because he couldn’t bring himself to be quite that bold, Ryo murmured, “It’s the real reason I invited you over. I mean, I did need help with the blinds, but mostly I… I want you.” Okay, it wasn’t the S word, but it was close enough.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been wantin’ to hear you say that.” Dee’s voice was rough with desire.
“Well, I’m saying it now.”
Ryo could feel himself blushing as he dropped his hand to Dee’s belt, tugging it undone. Dee groaned, an almost pained, needy sound, and suddenly Ryo felt… embarrassed, yes, and definitely nervous, but also empowered. He’d barely done anything yet, and Dee was already panting, clutching at the sofa cushions. Ryo dropped his hand lower still, cupping Dee through his pants, feeling how hot and hard he was, and then Ryo was sliding off the sofa, tugging on Dee’s hand to get him on his feet.
“Bed. Now.”
“Damn, you gettin’ all forceful is seriously hot!” Dee’s voice was husky, and he sounded almost awed. “I could get used to this!”
Face scarlet, Ryo flicked a glance at his partner. “Just don’t expect it every time; I’m not that brave.” He smiled sheepishly, dropping his gaze again. “I want to be, I’m just not quite there yet, but maybe once in a while I can be.” He took a step towards the bedroom, still holding Dee’s hand. “Are you coming?”
“Not yet,” Dee said with a grin, following his lover, “but I think it’s pretty much guaranteed we both soon will be.”
“Hornball!” Ryo accused, but he was smiling, because Dee was right.
The End