Two's Company, Three's a Crowd
Title: Two’s Company, Three’s a Crowd
Pairing: Koyama/Ryo, Koyama/Jin/Ryo + Pi
Rating: NC-17
Words: 4,240
Warnings: Double penetration. Do I need to say orgy? AU
Summary: Yamashita’s asked for his usual plus a side of Jin. Ryo has issues.
Notes: Romeos ‘verse. Thank you to Amy for allaying my fears. XD Also, perhaps one day my summaries will stop sucking. I think I’ve been saying that for nearly a year now, though, so it might be a while…
Koyama was carefully checking his makeup in the mirror when Ryo came off stage, damp hair falling in his eyes and a thin sheen of sweat making his skin glisten. “Ryo-kun,” Koyama said with a smile, watching him in the mirror as he pulled a robe over himself, “want to come over for lunch tomorrow? I’m trying out a Korean recipe my mom sent me.”
Ryo made a face and started rifling through his bag. “What, your boyfriends busy?”
Koyama scrunched up his nose but ignored the barb. “They’re going home for a visit. And cooking is more fun if it’s not just for me.”
Jin draped himself over Ryo as the smaller man stood. “Still trying, Koyama? It won’t work. I’ve been trying to get the dweeb to hang out with me outside work for years. He won’t unless it involves a lot of alcohol. He has boundaries.”
“I don’t hang out with coworkers I sleep with,” he said, shrugging Jin off of him and looking away. “It’s weird.”
“Oh,” Koyama said, trying not to sound too disappointed. “That’s all right.”
“I’d come over though,” Jin said and Koyama half-smiled at him. “But I’m busy. Sorry.”
“No one invited you, moron,” Ryo said and reached for his collarbone, causing Jin to shriek and run away and neither noticed Koyama leave.
~*~
Koyama had his hands full when the doorbell rang. “Coming!” he yelled and he fumbled the pan back onto the stovetop and put down the spoon, wiping his hands on his apron before opening the door curiously.
“Hi,” Ryo said, awkwardly standing on his doorstep.
A shy smile spread across Koyama’s face and he stepped back letting Ryo in. “Hi.”
“I just hope there’s rice involved in this somewhere.”
Koyama grinned. “There is now.”
He cradled his beer between his hands and watched Koyama’s narrow back as he finished making lunch. Koyama kept up a comfortable chatter, talking about the recipe and his mother’s latest Korean kick and that he thought he might be hooked too.
“It would be fun to go sometime, don’t you think?”
Ryo focused on Koyama’s face, eager, excited, pretty damn adorable, really. “To Korea?”
“Yeah,” he said with a smile.
“Probably. I’d never really thought about it.”
Koyama shrugged one shoulder and turned back to the stove. “Ready to eat?”
He helped with dishes when it was done, Koyama scolding him at first and telling him to go sit because he was the guest, but finally giving in and they stood shoulder to shoulder, Koyama washing and Ryo drying until Koyama did shoo him toward the couch while he put everything away.
Ryo clicked on the TV and the room was suddenly filled with creepy music and there was the rotating image of a blond man, dead on the ground and red writing across the screen. He smirked. “Resident Evil?”
Koyama was walking toward him with a sheepish look. “Yeah. I know it’s an old game but I was bored and I like the story. But…” he looked away and blushed, “I get nervous and keep dying.”
Ryo smirked at him. “Scared of a video game, Koyama? Not that I’m surprised.”
Koyama frowned and dropped on to the couch next to him, grabbing the remote. “I’m not scared. I’m just… not coordinated…” He went to change the channel but Ryo snatched back the remote, still grinning.
“What?” Koyama asked, pouting.
Ryo stood and grabbed the controller from the TV stand and came back to sit next to Koyama. “I’ll show you how it’s done.”
Koyama stared at him a moment while Ryo loaded up his saved game. “I’d never pegged you as a gamer nerd.”
Ryo snorted. “I would say I never pegged you as a pansy, but I’d be lying.” Koyama socked him in the shoulder . “Hey!” Ryo protested, laughing. “Don’t bite the hand that feeds.”
“I think that’s my line.”
“Whatever,” he replied with a grin and stared intently at the screen.
Ryo left several hours later with a smile and leftovers and Koyama stood at the door, watching him down the stairs and into the parking lot.
~*~
Jin flopped down in the chair next to Koyama and checked his hair in the mirror before turning a pouting look on him. “I hear Ryo’s been coming over to your place lately.”
“Yeah,” Koyama said shyly. “I cook and he plays through Resident Evil for me.”
“How domestic,” Jin said with a grin, but then his look turned contemplative. “No beer?”
“No, there’s definitely beer,” Koyama replied with a laugh and Jin looked slightly mollified.
Jin watched Koyama for a minute and then his look turned impish. “Still, it’s suspicious.”
Koyama ignored him.
~*~
“So,” Ryo said, eyes glued to the screen. “Yamashita wants us on Tuesday.”
“All right,” Koyama replied easily from where he was draped over the arm of the sofa.
“Um.”
Koyama waited a moment, still watching the screen, but when Ryo didn’t say anything he sat up and looked at him. “Yes?”
“He wants Jin, too.”
“Hmmm…”
Ryo paused the game and looked over at him. “Are you okay with that? I know it’s usually just the two of us but… it’s Yamashita.”
And Yamashita got them most of their clients. “Yeah, no. I mean, I’m okay with it.” He tried to wrap his head around it. It was a strange idea, sleeping with someone else. He’d gotten used to just being with Ryo. Even with other people watching and an occasional blowjob or handjob, it was just the two of them actually having sex. “Well,” he forced a laugh, “it’s definitely better than hooking on the streets, as you said.” He looked at his hands. “And Jin is hot, but don’t tell him I said so. His ego is big enough as is.”
“Heh.” He unpaused the game. “But not as hot as me.”
“No,” Koyama said softly.
~*~
Ryo showed up at his apartment an hour earlier than usual and Koyama was still lounging in his house clothes, watching the news.
“I’m sorry!” Koyama said when he opened the door to him. “I’ll get ready right away! I didn’t realize it was so late.”
Ryo grabbed his hand as he turned away. “No, I’m early.”
Koyama took a deep breath. “Ugh. You scared me.” He looked at Ryo accusingly and the man laughed.
“I just wanted to make sure you were still okay with this and we have to pick up Jin.” He followed Koyama into his bedroom, sitting on the bed and leaning back with his hands behind him, and watched him start pulling out clothes and holding them up against him in front of a mirror. “The black,” he said when Koyama held two shirts to his face.
“Yeah?”
“Definitely.”
Koyama dropped the shirt next to a pair of black slacks on the bed and flashed him a smile over his shoulder before pulling his shirt over his head. Ryo watched him put on his makeup with quick, sure strokes, strip and dress with no shame. Well why should he be ashamed? Ryo saw his mostly naked body nearly every day and there was definitely nothing to be ashamed of. He realized Koyama wasn’t moving and he looked up at his face to see laughter in the redhead’s eyes. He felt a blush creeping up his cheeks and he stood.
“Ready?” he asked gruffly.
~*~
They sat at Jin’s dining table, Jin completely relaxed and Koyama feeling a bit uncertain.
“Don’t worry,” Jin assured Koyama with a dirty grin. “I’ll be gentle.”
“Sure you will,” Ryo said, serene smile in place. “We’re fucking you.”
“Eh?!”
Koyama turned startled eyes to Ryo who didn’t look at him.
“Why?” Jin whined. “My ass is always so sore after that.”
Koyama stifled a giggle. “After what?”
“DP,” they both said at the same time and Koyama choked. He was suddenly very glad he wasn’t bottoming.
Jin pouted at Ryo, “You just don’t want anyone else to fuck Koyama. I’m on to you.”
“That’s not why,” he said, but he was blushing. “Koyama’s just never done it before and you’re easy.”
Jin spluttered. “I am not!” but Ryo was laughing at him.
Ryo looked at Koyama with a raised eyebrow. “Try to keep your hands off Yamashita this time? He’s never complained but he’s never changed his request, either.”
Jin looked between them. “He lets Koyama touch him? What the hell?” He glared at Koyama. “Do you have some sort of weird pheromonal pull? Because I’m not feeling it.”
“Don’t be jealous, Jin. It doesn’t become you,” Ryo said with a wink and stood. “Let’s go.”
In the car, Koyama nibbled nervously at a fingernail and Ryo reached over without looking and pushed his arm down, hand lingering a little bit then squeezing before returning to the steering wheel. Koyama tried to calm his nerves but he couldn’t keep himself from trembling a bit as they walked the hallway to their regular room, the third pair of feet sounding impossibly loud on the tiled floor.
Ryo entered first, as usual, and Koyama followed Jin in while Ryo turned on the stereo and suddenly Koyama was flattened against the wall, one of Jin’s hands pressing against his chest and the other moving to tangle in his hair as he leaned in for a messy kiss. Koyama gripped Jin’s shirt and Jin nipped at his lips and pressed up against him until Koyama opened his mouth and let him in, tilting his head for a better angle, and then there were more hands at his waist and Ryo’s mouth on his neck biting just hard enough to make his knees weak and he relaxed back against the wall.
Jin’s kiss was like molten lead, burning and sensuous lips moving over his own and the velvet slick of tongue on tongue and Koyama groaned into his mouth as he felt Ryo fumble with his belt. Jin backed up enough to let Ryo pull it off. Koyama didn’t remember anyone mentioning a dual attack on him, but he wasn’t going to complain because damn if Jin wasn’t one of the most amazing kissers in the history of mankind. Jin’s fingers worked at the buttons of Koyama’s shirt, finally exposing his chest to the cooled air of the room and he felt Jin slide a finger up between their lips and into Koyama’s mouth and Koyama licked along it wetly, Jin breathing heavily through his nose at that. Then the wet pad was dragging over his nipple and he shuddered at the jolt that ran through him at the sudden cool.
Ryo undid Koyama’s pants and reached in to pull Koyama’s nearly erect cock out and then he was on his knees and Koyama broke away from the kiss, twining one hand in Ryo’s hair and looking down at him with wide eyes. Jin mouthed hotly at Koyama’s neck as Ryo licked gently at the head and looked up at Koyama with heavy-lidded eyes before taking him fully into his mouth and sucking hard before pulling back and licking along the head, alternating while Jin played with Koyama’s nipples and rubbed his own erection against Koyama’s thigh.
“Fuck,” Koyama panted, not much later. “Wait, fuck. I’m going to-“ but he didn’t get to finish because Ryo pinched Jin and Jin bit down hard on Koyama’s neck and he was coming hard and Ryo was milking him for all he was worth.
Jin held him up through the orgasm but then let him slip down onto his knees to push Ryo onto the floor and kiss him sloppily, tasting himself on Ryo’s lips. He felt Ryo jerking himself, his fist just grazing Koyama’s belly with every upstroke. Koyama unbuttoned Ryo’s shirt a little at a time, licking his way down Ryo’s chest until he came to Ryo’s hand, pushing it out of the way and taking Ryo into his mouth. Ryo watched Jin fisting himself; he’d pulled off his shirt and undone his pants at some point and he pushed down his pants one-handedly, still jerking, eyes trained on Koyama’s ass, and kicked them off.
“Jin,” Ryo said in a strained voice, and Jin raised glazed eyes to his and then smirked, coming to stand next to Ryo and dropped to his knees and pulled Ryo up onto his elbows.
He fisted his cock and pressed it up against Ryo’s lips. Ryo opened up and sucked him in, watching as Jin fondled his balls while Ryo sucked him off and then he felt Koyama replace his mouth with his hand and he could barely see him watching, open-mouthed and breathing hard. Then Koyama was swooping back down again, full lips closing over the head of his cock and he felt for Ryo’s nipple and pinched it hard and Ryo came with a muffled yelp.
Jin groaned. “God, yes. Ryo.” He gripped one hand tightly in Ryo’s hair. “Swallow for me too.” And he came with a grunt and watched Ryo swallow around him.
They lay in a pile on the floor breathing hard, Koyama wrapped around Ryo and Jin sprawled on Ryo’s other side.
“Fucker,” Ryo complained and rubbed the back of his head. “You always pull too hard.”
Koyama laughed against Ryo’s neck then rolled onto his back.
Ryo sat up and leaned over Jin with a sadistic grin. “It’s okay, I’ll get you back.”
“Eh?” Jin scrambled to his feet and backed away but Ryo was already up and crowding him back toward the bed.
Koyama rose gracefully and stalked them, flanking Jin and blocking any possible exit before pouncing him suddenly and rolling them both onto the bed. Koyama ended up on top, straddling Jin’s hips and pinning his arms to the bed, nudging his face to the side to trace the shell of his ear with his tongue and Jin groaned and tried to keep his eyes from sliding shut.
“Koyama…” He struggled up against the restraint. “What. Ryo?”
Ryo was smirking at him from beside the bed. “He can be aggressive when he wants to.”
“I seeeeeeeejesus,” he rolled his hips up against Koyama as he bit down on Jin’s collarbone just this side of painful and it kept it from being ticklish and left the pleasurable behind.
Then Ryo was joining them on the bed, nudging Koyama until he rolled off Jin to lay on the other side of him and stroked slender fingers down his chest just skirting his erection. Ryo leaned over Jin, fitting their mouths together in a dirty kiss that had Jin panting sooner than he would have liked, what with the way Koyama was laving his nipple and ghosting his fingers over Jin’s balls. When Ryo wrapped his hand around Jin’s erection, Jin broke off the kiss, tilting his head back and letting his mouth fall open as he panted through the strokes. Ryo leaned down and met Koyama’s tongue across Jin’s nipple and Jin snapped his head up in time to watch Ryo maneuver Koyama’s tongue into his own mouth and move their faces down slowly, Ryo inching farther down the bed and forcing Koyama to follow until they were making out right above his cock and he was torn between wanting to watch and wanting them to just pay attention to him finally.
In the end, he bucked his hips enough to poke Koyama in the chin with his erection, Ryo’s hand still wrapped around it, and the feeling of Koyama angling down to take him into his mouth was worth the nasty glare Ryo gave him because god Koyama’s mouth was hot and smooth, tongue stroking along his length as he took him in.
Ryo pulled up on Jin’s legs, and Koyama moved a little to the side, still intent on Jin’s cock, and Ryo had an excellent view from where he sat between Jin’s legs, gently running lubed fingers over Jin’s entrance.
Jin let out a garbled … something that involved Koyama’s and Ryo’s names both mixed together and Ryo smirked and decided to take pity on him, pressing one finger in slowly and working quickly up to three. By the time he got there, Jin was keening low and constant and grabbing at Koyama’s hair, and Ryo used his free hand to pull Koyama up.
“Not yet,” he said to a confused Jin. “Lay down,” he told Koyama, and tossed him a condom and the lube and watched him prepare himself. Once Koyama had slicked himself with the lube, Ryo urged Jin up and over Koyama, watched him impale himself slowly, Koyama’s hands on his hips guiding him down. Ryo flicked his eyes up to Koyama’s face, his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes fluttering as Jin lowered himself down and he felt a flash of rage, gone in an instant but disconcerting and leaving behind a simmering not-quite anger in the pit of his belly.
He let Koyama thrust slowly into a Jin a few times, loosening him up a little more, as he squeezed more lube onto his fingers before putting his hand on Jin’s back and pushing him forward, Koyama’s arms moving to wrap around Jin’s lower back, hands pressed gently against him. Ryo placed his own hand over one of Koyama’s and slid his middle finger up Koyama’s cock from the base up to Jin’s ass and pushed it slowly inside. Jin let out a little whimper when he added the second finger and Koyama rubbed Jin’s back with his free hand, looking at Ryo over Jin’s shoulder and breathing heavily. Ryo took more time in adding the third finger, making the man moan as he rubbed directly against his prostate to get him to relax against the discomfort. He could barely make out the low murmur of words Koyama was speaking into Jin’s ear, hand still rubbing soothingly along Jin’s back, but his eyes were still on Ryo and full of heat bordering on frustration, the feel of Ryo’s fingers against his cock and surrounded by Jin’s heat and his inability to move trying even his patience.
“Ready?” he asked Jin quietly.
Jin’s reply was a muffled, “Yeah, okay. Yeah.”
He lined himself up and pushed in slowly, Jin emitting a quiet, high-pitched keening while Koyama jerkily rubbed Jin’s hips, gritting his teeth in his effort to stay still. When he was all the way in, he stopped, trying to let Jin adjust. Jin had his face buried in Koyama’s neck and Koyama had his eyes squeezed shut, breathing open-mouthed.
“Okay?” Ryo asked after a moment.
“Okay. Easy.”
He pulled out and Koyama let out a shaky moan, pushed back in and Jin did. Slowly he built up the pace until he was moving smoothly, the room filled with quiet moans, shaky breathing, and the sound of skin on skin. Then there was a hand on his foot, fingers trailing up his calf, thigh, barely-there pressure over his ass and up his back, over his shoulder before dropping down onto Jin’s ass and Ryo could see Yamashita, silken robe open and nothing underneath, out of the corner of his eye. He watched Yamashita run his palm up Jin’s back before lightly placing his fingers against Koyama’s cheek and Koyama let his eyes flutter open and focus on their client. Ryo pushed in hard, then, and Koyama’s eyes slid shut and he and Jin both moaned, but Yamashita kneeled down beside him and swallowed Koyama’s moan.
There it was, that flash of rage again and he pulled out and slammed into Jin and he could see Yamashita’s lips moving against Koyama’s and Koyama’s face was flushed and beautiful pressed against Yamashita’s.
“Please,” Jin was whimpering. “Please.”
Ryo reached around to sandwich his hand between Koyama and Jin and wrap his fingers around Jin’s erection and Koyama broke the kiss and leaned his head against Jin, lips reddened and shining, eyes slits and trained on Ryo. Yamashita leaned back, hand wrapped around his own erection and watched the three of them, Jin falling apart in front of him, but Koyama came first, moaning shrilly and Ryo couldn’t take his eyes off of him, even when Jin bucked a bit between them and came silently over Koyama’s stomach and Ryo’s fingers.
He was so close, almost there but everything in him was screaming for there to be nothing between him and Koyama, and he carefully pulled out. Jin grunted softly and rolled to Koyama’s side and Ryo pulled off his and Koyama’s condoms, the tall man looking at him with a satisfied smile, and tossed them toward the trash. Yamashita moved to sit next to Koyama and Koyama lazily reached over to grip his erection, fist moving slowly over it a few times before letting go and dropping his hand to Yamashita’s thigh.
Ryo wrapped his hand around his own cock, taking in Koyama’s flushed cheeks, sexed-out look, beautiful golden skin glowing in the dim lights, and he came over Koyama’s belly, mixing himself with Jin there.
Yamashita didn’t bother finishing, probably had earlier, Ryo thought, just indolently tugged himself as he watched them regain their breath before closing his robe over himself when Ryo finally moved to get cloths to clean up.
Koyama looked up at Yamashita then. “Want me to…?” he asked thickly.
Yamashita smiled at him and shook his head. “No, that’s all right.”
Ryo was oddly relieved.
~*~
Ryo was silent as they left; missing Koyama’s concerned looks, focused on his churning thoughts as they walked to the car.
Jin flopped into the back seat. “Take it easy,” he told Ryo seriously. “My ass hurts.”
Koyama started giggling.
“Shut up. You’re to blame too, you know.”
“Sorry, sorry.”
“You don’t look sorry.”
“No, I am. I promise.”
Jin hummed and rearranged himself. He made stupid jokes and whined all the way to his place and Ryo ignored him. Ryo watched Koyama walk him up to his apartment, Koyama laughing at the faces Jin made as he walked up the steps. Normally, Ryo would have been laughing, too, but now he watched impassively, trying to get his thoughts to stop revolving so madly around this stupid man.
The drive to Koyama’s was uncomfortably silent and Koyama shifted uneasily in the passenger seat.
“Everything all right?” Koyama asked worriedly.
“Fine,” Ryo grunted. He was the problem - Koyama. He’d been pushing Ryo’s boundaries since the day he walked in Romeos’ front door with his pleasant smile and winsome ways - his cheerful naivety completely out of place in the world he was a part of and he blamed all of that for making him feel so damned protective and attached.
Koyama lingered a bit at the door of the car when Ryo stopped in the parking lot. “I’m sorry,” he said, licking his lips, “if this is about Yamashita. I wasn’t thinking.”
Let him think what he wanted. “Yeah. Have a good night.”
Koyama shut his mouth, surprised and hurt. “Good night,” he replied, stepping back and shutting the door.
Gripping the steering wheel, Ryo watched Koyama slowly ascend to his apartment, pause at his door and look back at Ryo’s car before entering his home with slumped shoulders. Go home, Ryo told himself. There was nothing for him to do here. He and Koyama did what they had to do for a reason and complicating it with whatever this was would be stupid. He hovered his hand over the gear shift, ready to put it into drive. He wanted to throw up. He was upset, irritation rising to anger and he moved his hand to the ignition, shutting off the car and yanking the keys out.
He stalked up to Koyama’s apartment. He would end this. No more hanging out and being buddy-buddy. No more lingering touches or sex just between them when they weren’t being paid for it. When Koyama opened the door, surprise written across his face, Ryo pushed in angrily and closed the door behind him.
“No more,” Ryo said.
“What?”
“You’ve been pushing me since the day we met, making me uncomfortable. Jin and I, we worked well together. He understood my boundaries, understood the way I worked.”
Koyama blinked at the tirade and his breathing quickened, lips turning down.
“No more hanging out. We’re co-workers and nothing more, you got that?”
“I… don’t understand.” He wrung his hands. “I don’t understand.”
Ryo saw the tears forming and suddenly both hated Koyama and wanted to kiss them away. He took a step back. “I like you, damnit.”
The sudden silence was overwhelming as they stared at each other with wide eyes. Then Koyama was stepping forward, putting his hands on either side of Ryo’s face and leaning down to kiss him - soft, sweet, chaste.
“I like you, too.”
Ryo slowly licked his lips and Koyama dropped his hands to his sides. “We can’t. I don’t think I can do this. What would happen next?”
“Next?” Koyama asked and then shrugged. “Next would be that we take a shower and go to bed. Save tomorrow for tomorrow, Ryo.”
Ryo bit his lip and watched Koyama turn away, stripping as he made his way to the bathroom. It was an invitation, he knew. Not for sex but for something deeper, something he’d been avoiding for so long. He was tired, bone-tired, emotionally worn. When Koyama stopped at the bathroom door to look back over his shoulder, Ryo felt himself moving forward.
Save tomorrow for tomorrow.
Pairing: Koyama/Ryo, Koyama/Jin/Ryo + Pi
Rating: NC-17
Words: 4,240
Warnings: Double penetration. Do I need to say orgy? AU
Summary: Yamashita’s asked for his usual plus a side of Jin. Ryo has issues.
Notes: Romeos ‘verse. Thank you to Amy for allaying my fears. XD Also, perhaps one day my summaries will stop sucking. I think I’ve been saying that for nearly a year now, though, so it might be a while…
Koyama was carefully checking his makeup in the mirror when Ryo came off stage, damp hair falling in his eyes and a thin sheen of sweat making his skin glisten. “Ryo-kun,” Koyama said with a smile, watching him in the mirror as he pulled a robe over himself, “want to come over for lunch tomorrow? I’m trying out a Korean recipe my mom sent me.”
Ryo made a face and started rifling through his bag. “What, your boyfriends busy?”
Koyama scrunched up his nose but ignored the barb. “They’re going home for a visit. And cooking is more fun if it’s not just for me.”
Jin draped himself over Ryo as the smaller man stood. “Still trying, Koyama? It won’t work. I’ve been trying to get the dweeb to hang out with me outside work for years. He won’t unless it involves a lot of alcohol. He has boundaries.”
“I don’t hang out with coworkers I sleep with,” he said, shrugging Jin off of him and looking away. “It’s weird.”
“Oh,” Koyama said, trying not to sound too disappointed. “That’s all right.”
“I’d come over though,” Jin said and Koyama half-smiled at him. “But I’m busy. Sorry.”
“No one invited you, moron,” Ryo said and reached for his collarbone, causing Jin to shriek and run away and neither noticed Koyama leave.
~*~
Koyama had his hands full when the doorbell rang. “Coming!” he yelled and he fumbled the pan back onto the stovetop and put down the spoon, wiping his hands on his apron before opening the door curiously.
“Hi,” Ryo said, awkwardly standing on his doorstep.
A shy smile spread across Koyama’s face and he stepped back letting Ryo in. “Hi.”
“I just hope there’s rice involved in this somewhere.”
Koyama grinned. “There is now.”
He cradled his beer between his hands and watched Koyama’s narrow back as he finished making lunch. Koyama kept up a comfortable chatter, talking about the recipe and his mother’s latest Korean kick and that he thought he might be hooked too.
“It would be fun to go sometime, don’t you think?”
Ryo focused on Koyama’s face, eager, excited, pretty damn adorable, really. “To Korea?”
“Yeah,” he said with a smile.
“Probably. I’d never really thought about it.”
Koyama shrugged one shoulder and turned back to the stove. “Ready to eat?”
He helped with dishes when it was done, Koyama scolding him at first and telling him to go sit because he was the guest, but finally giving in and they stood shoulder to shoulder, Koyama washing and Ryo drying until Koyama did shoo him toward the couch while he put everything away.
Ryo clicked on the TV and the room was suddenly filled with creepy music and there was the rotating image of a blond man, dead on the ground and red writing across the screen. He smirked. “Resident Evil?”
Koyama was walking toward him with a sheepish look. “Yeah. I know it’s an old game but I was bored and I like the story. But…” he looked away and blushed, “I get nervous and keep dying.”
Ryo smirked at him. “Scared of a video game, Koyama? Not that I’m surprised.”
Koyama frowned and dropped on to the couch next to him, grabbing the remote. “I’m not scared. I’m just… not coordinated…” He went to change the channel but Ryo snatched back the remote, still grinning.
“What?” Koyama asked, pouting.
Ryo stood and grabbed the controller from the TV stand and came back to sit next to Koyama. “I’ll show you how it’s done.”
Koyama stared at him a moment while Ryo loaded up his saved game. “I’d never pegged you as a gamer nerd.”
Ryo snorted. “I would say I never pegged you as a pansy, but I’d be lying.” Koyama socked him in the shoulder . “Hey!” Ryo protested, laughing. “Don’t bite the hand that feeds.”
“I think that’s my line.”
“Whatever,” he replied with a grin and stared intently at the screen.
Ryo left several hours later with a smile and leftovers and Koyama stood at the door, watching him down the stairs and into the parking lot.
~*~
Jin flopped down in the chair next to Koyama and checked his hair in the mirror before turning a pouting look on him. “I hear Ryo’s been coming over to your place lately.”
“Yeah,” Koyama said shyly. “I cook and he plays through Resident Evil for me.”
“How domestic,” Jin said with a grin, but then his look turned contemplative. “No beer?”
“No, there’s definitely beer,” Koyama replied with a laugh and Jin looked slightly mollified.
Jin watched Koyama for a minute and then his look turned impish. “Still, it’s suspicious.”
Koyama ignored him.
~*~
“So,” Ryo said, eyes glued to the screen. “Yamashita wants us on Tuesday.”
“All right,” Koyama replied easily from where he was draped over the arm of the sofa.
“Um.”
Koyama waited a moment, still watching the screen, but when Ryo didn’t say anything he sat up and looked at him. “Yes?”
“He wants Jin, too.”
“Hmmm…”
Ryo paused the game and looked over at him. “Are you okay with that? I know it’s usually just the two of us but… it’s Yamashita.”
And Yamashita got them most of their clients. “Yeah, no. I mean, I’m okay with it.” He tried to wrap his head around it. It was a strange idea, sleeping with someone else. He’d gotten used to just being with Ryo. Even with other people watching and an occasional blowjob or handjob, it was just the two of them actually having sex. “Well,” he forced a laugh, “it’s definitely better than hooking on the streets, as you said.” He looked at his hands. “And Jin is hot, but don’t tell him I said so. His ego is big enough as is.”
“Heh.” He unpaused the game. “But not as hot as me.”
“No,” Koyama said softly.
~*~
Ryo showed up at his apartment an hour earlier than usual and Koyama was still lounging in his house clothes, watching the news.
“I’m sorry!” Koyama said when he opened the door to him. “I’ll get ready right away! I didn’t realize it was so late.”
Ryo grabbed his hand as he turned away. “No, I’m early.”
Koyama took a deep breath. “Ugh. You scared me.” He looked at Ryo accusingly and the man laughed.
“I just wanted to make sure you were still okay with this and we have to pick up Jin.” He followed Koyama into his bedroom, sitting on the bed and leaning back with his hands behind him, and watched him start pulling out clothes and holding them up against him in front of a mirror. “The black,” he said when Koyama held two shirts to his face.
“Yeah?”
“Definitely.”
Koyama dropped the shirt next to a pair of black slacks on the bed and flashed him a smile over his shoulder before pulling his shirt over his head. Ryo watched him put on his makeup with quick, sure strokes, strip and dress with no shame. Well why should he be ashamed? Ryo saw his mostly naked body nearly every day and there was definitely nothing to be ashamed of. He realized Koyama wasn’t moving and he looked up at his face to see laughter in the redhead’s eyes. He felt a blush creeping up his cheeks and he stood.
“Ready?” he asked gruffly.
~*~
They sat at Jin’s dining table, Jin completely relaxed and Koyama feeling a bit uncertain.
“Don’t worry,” Jin assured Koyama with a dirty grin. “I’ll be gentle.”
“Sure you will,” Ryo said, serene smile in place. “We’re fucking you.”
“Eh?!”
Koyama turned startled eyes to Ryo who didn’t look at him.
“Why?” Jin whined. “My ass is always so sore after that.”
Koyama stifled a giggle. “After what?”
“DP,” they both said at the same time and Koyama choked. He was suddenly very glad he wasn’t bottoming.
Jin pouted at Ryo, “You just don’t want anyone else to fuck Koyama. I’m on to you.”
“That’s not why,” he said, but he was blushing. “Koyama’s just never done it before and you’re easy.”
Jin spluttered. “I am not!” but Ryo was laughing at him.
Ryo looked at Koyama with a raised eyebrow. “Try to keep your hands off Yamashita this time? He’s never complained but he’s never changed his request, either.”
Jin looked between them. “He lets Koyama touch him? What the hell?” He glared at Koyama. “Do you have some sort of weird pheromonal pull? Because I’m not feeling it.”
“Don’t be jealous, Jin. It doesn’t become you,” Ryo said with a wink and stood. “Let’s go.”
In the car, Koyama nibbled nervously at a fingernail and Ryo reached over without looking and pushed his arm down, hand lingering a little bit then squeezing before returning to the steering wheel. Koyama tried to calm his nerves but he couldn’t keep himself from trembling a bit as they walked the hallway to their regular room, the third pair of feet sounding impossibly loud on the tiled floor.
Ryo entered first, as usual, and Koyama followed Jin in while Ryo turned on the stereo and suddenly Koyama was flattened against the wall, one of Jin’s hands pressing against his chest and the other moving to tangle in his hair as he leaned in for a messy kiss. Koyama gripped Jin’s shirt and Jin nipped at his lips and pressed up against him until Koyama opened his mouth and let him in, tilting his head for a better angle, and then there were more hands at his waist and Ryo’s mouth on his neck biting just hard enough to make his knees weak and he relaxed back against the wall.
Jin’s kiss was like molten lead, burning and sensuous lips moving over his own and the velvet slick of tongue on tongue and Koyama groaned into his mouth as he felt Ryo fumble with his belt. Jin backed up enough to let Ryo pull it off. Koyama didn’t remember anyone mentioning a dual attack on him, but he wasn’t going to complain because damn if Jin wasn’t one of the most amazing kissers in the history of mankind. Jin’s fingers worked at the buttons of Koyama’s shirt, finally exposing his chest to the cooled air of the room and he felt Jin slide a finger up between their lips and into Koyama’s mouth and Koyama licked along it wetly, Jin breathing heavily through his nose at that. Then the wet pad was dragging over his nipple and he shuddered at the jolt that ran through him at the sudden cool.
Ryo undid Koyama’s pants and reached in to pull Koyama’s nearly erect cock out and then he was on his knees and Koyama broke away from the kiss, twining one hand in Ryo’s hair and looking down at him with wide eyes. Jin mouthed hotly at Koyama’s neck as Ryo licked gently at the head and looked up at Koyama with heavy-lidded eyes before taking him fully into his mouth and sucking hard before pulling back and licking along the head, alternating while Jin played with Koyama’s nipples and rubbed his own erection against Koyama’s thigh.
“Fuck,” Koyama panted, not much later. “Wait, fuck. I’m going to-“ but he didn’t get to finish because Ryo pinched Jin and Jin bit down hard on Koyama’s neck and he was coming hard and Ryo was milking him for all he was worth.
Jin held him up through the orgasm but then let him slip down onto his knees to push Ryo onto the floor and kiss him sloppily, tasting himself on Ryo’s lips. He felt Ryo jerking himself, his fist just grazing Koyama’s belly with every upstroke. Koyama unbuttoned Ryo’s shirt a little at a time, licking his way down Ryo’s chest until he came to Ryo’s hand, pushing it out of the way and taking Ryo into his mouth. Ryo watched Jin fisting himself; he’d pulled off his shirt and undone his pants at some point and he pushed down his pants one-handedly, still jerking, eyes trained on Koyama’s ass, and kicked them off.
“Jin,” Ryo said in a strained voice, and Jin raised glazed eyes to his and then smirked, coming to stand next to Ryo and dropped to his knees and pulled Ryo up onto his elbows.
He fisted his cock and pressed it up against Ryo’s lips. Ryo opened up and sucked him in, watching as Jin fondled his balls while Ryo sucked him off and then he felt Koyama replace his mouth with his hand and he could barely see him watching, open-mouthed and breathing hard. Then Koyama was swooping back down again, full lips closing over the head of his cock and he felt for Ryo’s nipple and pinched it hard and Ryo came with a muffled yelp.
Jin groaned. “God, yes. Ryo.” He gripped one hand tightly in Ryo’s hair. “Swallow for me too.” And he came with a grunt and watched Ryo swallow around him.
They lay in a pile on the floor breathing hard, Koyama wrapped around Ryo and Jin sprawled on Ryo’s other side.
“Fucker,” Ryo complained and rubbed the back of his head. “You always pull too hard.”
Koyama laughed against Ryo’s neck then rolled onto his back.
Ryo sat up and leaned over Jin with a sadistic grin. “It’s okay, I’ll get you back.”
“Eh?” Jin scrambled to his feet and backed away but Ryo was already up and crowding him back toward the bed.
Koyama rose gracefully and stalked them, flanking Jin and blocking any possible exit before pouncing him suddenly and rolling them both onto the bed. Koyama ended up on top, straddling Jin’s hips and pinning his arms to the bed, nudging his face to the side to trace the shell of his ear with his tongue and Jin groaned and tried to keep his eyes from sliding shut.
“Koyama…” He struggled up against the restraint. “What. Ryo?”
Ryo was smirking at him from beside the bed. “He can be aggressive when he wants to.”
“I seeeeeeeejesus,” he rolled his hips up against Koyama as he bit down on Jin’s collarbone just this side of painful and it kept it from being ticklish and left the pleasurable behind.
Then Ryo was joining them on the bed, nudging Koyama until he rolled off Jin to lay on the other side of him and stroked slender fingers down his chest just skirting his erection. Ryo leaned over Jin, fitting their mouths together in a dirty kiss that had Jin panting sooner than he would have liked, what with the way Koyama was laving his nipple and ghosting his fingers over Jin’s balls. When Ryo wrapped his hand around Jin’s erection, Jin broke off the kiss, tilting his head back and letting his mouth fall open as he panted through the strokes. Ryo leaned down and met Koyama’s tongue across Jin’s nipple and Jin snapped his head up in time to watch Ryo maneuver Koyama’s tongue into his own mouth and move their faces down slowly, Ryo inching farther down the bed and forcing Koyama to follow until they were making out right above his cock and he was torn between wanting to watch and wanting them to just pay attention to him finally.
In the end, he bucked his hips enough to poke Koyama in the chin with his erection, Ryo’s hand still wrapped around it, and the feeling of Koyama angling down to take him into his mouth was worth the nasty glare Ryo gave him because god Koyama’s mouth was hot and smooth, tongue stroking along his length as he took him in.
Ryo pulled up on Jin’s legs, and Koyama moved a little to the side, still intent on Jin’s cock, and Ryo had an excellent view from where he sat between Jin’s legs, gently running lubed fingers over Jin’s entrance.
Jin let out a garbled … something that involved Koyama’s and Ryo’s names both mixed together and Ryo smirked and decided to take pity on him, pressing one finger in slowly and working quickly up to three. By the time he got there, Jin was keening low and constant and grabbing at Koyama’s hair, and Ryo used his free hand to pull Koyama up.
“Not yet,” he said to a confused Jin. “Lay down,” he told Koyama, and tossed him a condom and the lube and watched him prepare himself. Once Koyama had slicked himself with the lube, Ryo urged Jin up and over Koyama, watched him impale himself slowly, Koyama’s hands on his hips guiding him down. Ryo flicked his eyes up to Koyama’s face, his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes fluttering as Jin lowered himself down and he felt a flash of rage, gone in an instant but disconcerting and leaving behind a simmering not-quite anger in the pit of his belly.
He let Koyama thrust slowly into a Jin a few times, loosening him up a little more, as he squeezed more lube onto his fingers before putting his hand on Jin’s back and pushing him forward, Koyama’s arms moving to wrap around Jin’s lower back, hands pressed gently against him. Ryo placed his own hand over one of Koyama’s and slid his middle finger up Koyama’s cock from the base up to Jin’s ass and pushed it slowly inside. Jin let out a little whimper when he added the second finger and Koyama rubbed Jin’s back with his free hand, looking at Ryo over Jin’s shoulder and breathing heavily. Ryo took more time in adding the third finger, making the man moan as he rubbed directly against his prostate to get him to relax against the discomfort. He could barely make out the low murmur of words Koyama was speaking into Jin’s ear, hand still rubbing soothingly along Jin’s back, but his eyes were still on Ryo and full of heat bordering on frustration, the feel of Ryo’s fingers against his cock and surrounded by Jin’s heat and his inability to move trying even his patience.
“Ready?” he asked Jin quietly.
Jin’s reply was a muffled, “Yeah, okay. Yeah.”
He lined himself up and pushed in slowly, Jin emitting a quiet, high-pitched keening while Koyama jerkily rubbed Jin’s hips, gritting his teeth in his effort to stay still. When he was all the way in, he stopped, trying to let Jin adjust. Jin had his face buried in Koyama’s neck and Koyama had his eyes squeezed shut, breathing open-mouthed.
“Okay?” Ryo asked after a moment.
“Okay. Easy.”
He pulled out and Koyama let out a shaky moan, pushed back in and Jin did. Slowly he built up the pace until he was moving smoothly, the room filled with quiet moans, shaky breathing, and the sound of skin on skin. Then there was a hand on his foot, fingers trailing up his calf, thigh, barely-there pressure over his ass and up his back, over his shoulder before dropping down onto Jin’s ass and Ryo could see Yamashita, silken robe open and nothing underneath, out of the corner of his eye. He watched Yamashita run his palm up Jin’s back before lightly placing his fingers against Koyama’s cheek and Koyama let his eyes flutter open and focus on their client. Ryo pushed in hard, then, and Koyama’s eyes slid shut and he and Jin both moaned, but Yamashita kneeled down beside him and swallowed Koyama’s moan.
There it was, that flash of rage again and he pulled out and slammed into Jin and he could see Yamashita’s lips moving against Koyama’s and Koyama’s face was flushed and beautiful pressed against Yamashita’s.
“Please,” Jin was whimpering. “Please.”
Ryo reached around to sandwich his hand between Koyama and Jin and wrap his fingers around Jin’s erection and Koyama broke the kiss and leaned his head against Jin, lips reddened and shining, eyes slits and trained on Ryo. Yamashita leaned back, hand wrapped around his own erection and watched the three of them, Jin falling apart in front of him, but Koyama came first, moaning shrilly and Ryo couldn’t take his eyes off of him, even when Jin bucked a bit between them and came silently over Koyama’s stomach and Ryo’s fingers.
He was so close, almost there but everything in him was screaming for there to be nothing between him and Koyama, and he carefully pulled out. Jin grunted softly and rolled to Koyama’s side and Ryo pulled off his and Koyama’s condoms, the tall man looking at him with a satisfied smile, and tossed them toward the trash. Yamashita moved to sit next to Koyama and Koyama lazily reached over to grip his erection, fist moving slowly over it a few times before letting go and dropping his hand to Yamashita’s thigh.
Ryo wrapped his hand around his own cock, taking in Koyama’s flushed cheeks, sexed-out look, beautiful golden skin glowing in the dim lights, and he came over Koyama’s belly, mixing himself with Jin there.
Yamashita didn’t bother finishing, probably had earlier, Ryo thought, just indolently tugged himself as he watched them regain their breath before closing his robe over himself when Ryo finally moved to get cloths to clean up.
Koyama looked up at Yamashita then. “Want me to…?” he asked thickly.
Yamashita smiled at him and shook his head. “No, that’s all right.”
Ryo was oddly relieved.
~*~
Ryo was silent as they left; missing Koyama’s concerned looks, focused on his churning thoughts as they walked to the car.
Jin flopped into the back seat. “Take it easy,” he told Ryo seriously. “My ass hurts.”
Koyama started giggling.
“Shut up. You’re to blame too, you know.”
“Sorry, sorry.”
“You don’t look sorry.”
“No, I am. I promise.”
Jin hummed and rearranged himself. He made stupid jokes and whined all the way to his place and Ryo ignored him. Ryo watched Koyama walk him up to his apartment, Koyama laughing at the faces Jin made as he walked up the steps. Normally, Ryo would have been laughing, too, but now he watched impassively, trying to get his thoughts to stop revolving so madly around this stupid man.
The drive to Koyama’s was uncomfortably silent and Koyama shifted uneasily in the passenger seat.
“Everything all right?” Koyama asked worriedly.
“Fine,” Ryo grunted. He was the problem - Koyama. He’d been pushing Ryo’s boundaries since the day he walked in Romeos’ front door with his pleasant smile and winsome ways - his cheerful naivety completely out of place in the world he was a part of and he blamed all of that for making him feel so damned protective and attached.
Koyama lingered a bit at the door of the car when Ryo stopped in the parking lot. “I’m sorry,” he said, licking his lips, “if this is about Yamashita. I wasn’t thinking.”
Let him think what he wanted. “Yeah. Have a good night.”
Koyama shut his mouth, surprised and hurt. “Good night,” he replied, stepping back and shutting the door.
Gripping the steering wheel, Ryo watched Koyama slowly ascend to his apartment, pause at his door and look back at Ryo’s car before entering his home with slumped shoulders. Go home, Ryo told himself. There was nothing for him to do here. He and Koyama did what they had to do for a reason and complicating it with whatever this was would be stupid. He hovered his hand over the gear shift, ready to put it into drive. He wanted to throw up. He was upset, irritation rising to anger and he moved his hand to the ignition, shutting off the car and yanking the keys out.
He stalked up to Koyama’s apartment. He would end this. No more hanging out and being buddy-buddy. No more lingering touches or sex just between them when they weren’t being paid for it. When Koyama opened the door, surprise written across his face, Ryo pushed in angrily and closed the door behind him.
“No more,” Ryo said.
“What?”
“You’ve been pushing me since the day we met, making me uncomfortable. Jin and I, we worked well together. He understood my boundaries, understood the way I worked.”
Koyama blinked at the tirade and his breathing quickened, lips turning down.
“No more hanging out. We’re co-workers and nothing more, you got that?”
“I… don’t understand.” He wrung his hands. “I don’t understand.”
Ryo saw the tears forming and suddenly both hated Koyama and wanted to kiss them away. He took a step back. “I like you, damnit.”
The sudden silence was overwhelming as they stared at each other with wide eyes. Then Koyama was stepping forward, putting his hands on either side of Ryo’s face and leaning down to kiss him - soft, sweet, chaste.
“I like you, too.”
Ryo slowly licked his lips and Koyama dropped his hands to his sides. “We can’t. I don’t think I can do this. What would happen next?”
“Next?” Koyama asked and then shrugged. “Next would be that we take a shower and go to bed. Save tomorrow for tomorrow, Ryo.”
Ryo bit his lip and watched Koyama turn away, stripping as he made his way to the bathroom. It was an invitation, he knew. Not for sex but for something deeper, something he’d been avoiding for so long. He was tired, bone-tired, emotionally worn. When Koyama stopped at the bathroom door to look back over his shoulder, Ryo felt himself moving forward.
Save tomorrow for tomorrow.