Call me Mr. Flintstone (I can make your bed rock)
Title: Call me Mr. Flintstone (I can make your bed rock)
Pairing: Ryo/Yamapi
Rating: Hard R
Words: 2,090
Warnings: AU, frottage
Summary: "People said his good looks and sweet personality were wasted selling mattresses. Jin said if he wanted to sell sleep aids, he was pretty sure Pi could get a hell of a lot more cash in another vein."
Notes: Finally a RyoPi! Only two more pairings left and I've reached my goal! Thanks to my cheerleaders and to imifumei for the beta. <3 Title and cut text from Young Money's "Bedrock."
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Yamashita leaned back in his chair behind the counter, staring blankly at the row of brightly colored signs advertising "Sealy Posturepedic! Buy two mattresses get one half off!" Because it was completely normal for someone to come in and buy three beds. Normal people just bought one at a time. When he'd mentioned it to his boss, the man had simply tapped himself on the nose and winked. "Exactly."
His musings were interrupted by the jingling of the bell over the door and he hurriedly yanked his feet off the counter and stood smoothly, half-smiling as he did so. People said his good looks and sweet personality were wasted selling mattresses. Jin said if he wanted to sell sleep aids, he was pretty sure Pi could get a hell of a lot more cash in another vein. Yamashita didn't really care since it paid his bills and gave him time to do his homework at work and sleeping with people for money just seemed so messy.
One of the 'perks' of the job was that he got a 10% discount on any personal mattress purchase and he'd been trying to talk Ryo into taking advantage of it mostly because it irritated him that he knew his boss included it figuring no one would take him up on it. He didn't have anything against the man or his job, it just irked him. But also because Ryo really needed a new mattress. His futon was probably older than Yamashita's grandmother and, honestly, it smelled a little funny - like stale tea and old books.
"I don't need a new mattress, Pi!" Ryo snapped at him, pushing him away from his lumpy futon as he rolled it up.
"But you're always so grumpy in the morning because you haven't slept well and you're all achy like an old man. And the bags under your eyes are starting to look a bit like black holes."
He was only half-surprised when Ryo growled and jumped at him, rolling them both across the floor before Ryo leapt to his feet and grumped off toward the bathroom. Well. Now he was getting somewhere.
That night, as he lay on his own older, but definitely still-serviceable box-spring and mattress, when Ryo climbed into bed next to him, shoving him over with a grumble, he couldn't help but grin. "What're you doing, Ryo?"
"Getting a decent night's sleep so some dumbass will stop harassing me about looking like a zombie. So shut the hell up."
Oh yeah, he thought, curling around Ryo so they'd fit more easily on his twin bed. Definitely getting somewhere. "Good thing you're so small or we might not have fit at all."
"Do you want my elbow in your head? Because it sounds like you do."
Yamashita giggled and squeezed Ryo's waist. "Maybe next time."
Ryo was gone when he woke up but that was good, because normally Ryo didn't wake up on his own unless he'd had a full night's sleep.
Several weeks later, he stood sipping his coffee in Ryo's room, feet bare and with a serious case of bed head as he stared blearily at the offending futon. If he burned it, he wondered, would Ryo be really mad? It's not like Ryo didn't have the money to replace it. To be honest, he couldn't figure out just why Ryo was holding on to it so hard.
Just then Ryo breezed past him to grab something from a bag on the floor. "I know what you're thinking, Pi. And I'm not stupid enough to believe that it would just spontaneously combust." He threw Yamashita a condescending look over his shoulder and Yamashita took a hurried sip of his coffee, succeeding in burning his tongue. Ryo watched him dance around, hissing, and laughed. If spontaneous combustion was an option, Yamashita was pretty sure Ryo would be on fire right now.
Two nights later, Ryo came home to find his futon all rolled out and Yamashita lying on it, a disgruntled look on his face as he wriggled about.
"What the hell are you doing? Get your own bed," he said, tossing his bag down and stripping off his shirt.
"I'm trying to figure out why you're so attached to this stupid thing. Half the time you end up in my bed anyway so I don't think it's because you find it especially comfortable. And it's definitely not," he added, turning to his side with a grimace.
Ryo looked at him blankly before turning around and walking out. "Taking a bath. You better be in your own bed when I get back. Mine doesn't like you."
"And it smells!" Yamashita yelled after him.
He was already lying at the edge of his bed that night, waiting, when Ryo crawled in next to him all warm and soft from his bath, and Yamashita grinned as he snuggled against Ryo.
"What am I?" Ryo grumbled. "Your goddamn teddy bear?"
"Sure," Yamashita replied sleepily and yawned against his hair.
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"You're much nicer after you've slept with me," Yamashita told Ryo in the morning over his cup of coffee. When Jin sniggered, he kicked him under the table. "What are you even doing here, Jin?"
"I'm out of coffee."
"This isn't Starbucks, ass," Ryo said from the kitchen.
"So much for being nicer," Jin told Yamashita in a stage-whisper. "Maybe you should start putting out."
"Shut up," Ryo and Yamashita both said in unison.
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On the sixth straight night of Ryo sharing his bed, Yamashita lay curled against Ryo's back, his hand resting lightly on Ryo's waist. "Ryo?" he asked softly, smiling.
Ryo grunted and he went on. "Are you sure you don't want a new mattress? Not that I really mind our new sleeping arrangements but…"
He felt Ryo's muscles tense under his hand and against his chest and then Ryo was sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, standing.
"Wait," Yamashita said, reaching out to grab Ryo's wrist. "I didn't say I wanted you to leave."
He stood there a little longer, faded moonlight through the curtains creating shadows out of the angles of his back, Yamashita's fingers wrapped loosely around his wrist. When Yamashita tugged slightly, Ryo moved in reverse - sitting, swinging his legs back up onto the bed and then curling up on his side. The back of Yamashita's hand grazed Ryo's jaw as Ryo tucked his hands under his cheek, and Yamashita shuddered.
He knew he should let go, it felt too intimate like this for some reason, but he couldn't. When he finally, reluctantly, let go, he dragged his fingers back up along Ryo's forearm and felt the smaller man tremble against him. Entranced, he traced nonsense patterns over Ryo's bicep and he could feel Ryo's entire body tense up against him. The air seemed suddenly heavy, a little difficult to breathe in, and he felt a tingling run through his own body to settle in his groin. His eyelids fluttered briefly as he breathed out, his breath warm against Ryo's neck, and Ryo leaned ever so slightly back into him. "Ryo," he whispered, resting his hand on Ryo's waist.
"Mm?" Ryo's voice was even lower than normal, and it caught a bit at first, and Yamashita licked his lips and splayed his fingers over Ryo's stomach.
When Ryo didn't protest, he pressed closer until he was completely wrapped around him. This could be the stupidest thing he'd ever done. A twelve-year friendship, his roommate, so much could go wrong. But he couldn't stop thinking about how good it felt to be like this and how he felt so lonely when Ryo slept in his own bed now.
"Ryo," he said again, more insistently, rising up on one elbow, and tugged Ryo until he was on his back. There was uncertainty in Ryo's eyes, and Yamashita hadn't seen him looking so vulnerable in a long time and it had had nothing to do with him. But, this time, Ryo's focus was totally on him. It made him smile and he brought his hand up to trace along Ryo's forehead, smoothing out the lines before bringing his hand down to cup Ryo's cheek. Ryo blinked rapidly at him, reaching up to grip Yamashita's forearm. Then he took a deep breath and let his eyes slide shut, fingers tight around his arm still, and Yamashita leaned down and pressed their lips together. The tingling spread all over his body when Ryo slid his hand up Yamashita's arm and tangled his fingers in Yamashita's hair. Deepening the kiss, he slid his tongue along Ryo's and unconsciously threw his leg over's Ryo to get a little friction. Ryo moaned into Yamashita's mouth at that and then there was no more gentle exploration.
Hands running over smooth skin, tugging and pulling until Yamashita was straddling Ryo, rocking against him and nipping at his lower lip as his breathing began to labor. Ryo's nails were sharp over his back, fingers bony as they gripped his ass to give him better leverage to thrust up against him. They weren't so much kissing as breathing into each other's mouths, tongues occasionally coming out to lick teasingly at each other's lips. The cotton blend of his boxer-briefs was almost unbearable as it rubbed against him, against Ryo's, but just on that border between pleasure and pain that only made him want more. He wanted to stop but couldn't and Ryo's face was screwed up like he was close.
"Like this?" Yamashita panted, partially hoping for more, mostly wanting not to stop.
"Fuck, Pi. Don't stop." And he thrust up particularly hard making Yamashita bite his bottom lip as orgasm came agonizingly close.
Ryo's hands slipping over his sweaty back felt so smooth in contrast to the painful friction between their legs, and the contrast was what ultimately sent him over the edge and he was coming with gasping breaths and Ryo's name on his lips.
He wanted nothing more than to flop over onto his back and get his breath back, but Ryo was moving desperately under him and he pushed himself up with shaking arms and slid down Ryo's body, tugging his boxers down enough to free his cock. Taking him into his mouth he set a punishing pace, working him with hand and mouth until Ryo's moaning turned into a constant high keening and his hands tightened in Yamashita's hair. He felt Ryo's cock twitch once, twice, in his mouth and he pulled off just in time, getting his hands sticky, but the peaceful look on Ryo's exhausted face was more than worth it.
He cleaned them off and changed his boxers, sliding back into bed to cuddle next to Ryo whose breath was just beginning to even out. Running his hands over Ryo's chest, he pressed kisses against Ryo's cheek and lips before wrapping himself around the man and breathing a contented sigh.
Several minutes later, when Yamashita was just at the edge of sleep, Ryo muttered, "Now will you stop bugging me about that damn mattress?"
Yamashita giggled. "No," he said thickly. "My bed is definitely not big enough for the things I'm thinking."
Ryo grumbled without actually saying anything but that didn't stop him from tucking himself under Yamashita's chin.
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"Go buy your own coffee, damnit!" Ryo protested as Jin stole his coffee and he was forced to make another.
Ignoring him, Jin poked his head into Ryo's room. "I see you bought a new bed finally. Your stupid futon was rank."
"You're rank," Ryo muttered.
"But why is it a double? You could probably just sleep in a kid's bed."
Yamashita burst into laughter but shut up quickly and looked away, trying to stop grinning, when Ryo glared at him.
"The salesman was very persuasive," he replied dryly.
Yamashita winked at Jin and wiggled his eyebrows.
"Gah!" Jin said and made a face.
"So I'd find somewhere else to stop for coffee in the mornings were I you," Ryo told him with a pointed look.
"So gross," Jin replied and drained the cup, setting it down and leaving without a word.
"So about those ideas…" Yamashita purred into Ryo's ear when he sat down next to him.
Ryo gave him an incredulous look. "Right now? I haven't even had my coffee yet."
Yamashita groped him casually and leaned back, spreading his legs and resting his arms over the back of the couch. "I guess I can wait."
An hour later, Ryo was reheating his coffee and grumbling under his breath.
Pairing: Ryo/Yamapi
Rating: Hard R
Words: 2,090
Warnings: AU, frottage
Summary: "People said his good looks and sweet personality were wasted selling mattresses. Jin said if he wanted to sell sleep aids, he was pretty sure Pi could get a hell of a lot more cash in another vein."
Notes: Finally a RyoPi! Only two more pairings left and I've reached my goal! Thanks to my cheerleaders and to imifumei for the beta. <3 Title and cut text from Young Money's "Bedrock."
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Yamashita leaned back in his chair behind the counter, staring blankly at the row of brightly colored signs advertising "Sealy Posturepedic! Buy two mattresses get one half off!" Because it was completely normal for someone to come in and buy three beds. Normal people just bought one at a time. When he'd mentioned it to his boss, the man had simply tapped himself on the nose and winked. "Exactly."
His musings were interrupted by the jingling of the bell over the door and he hurriedly yanked his feet off the counter and stood smoothly, half-smiling as he did so. People said his good looks and sweet personality were wasted selling mattresses. Jin said if he wanted to sell sleep aids, he was pretty sure Pi could get a hell of a lot more cash in another vein. Yamashita didn't really care since it paid his bills and gave him time to do his homework at work and sleeping with people for money just seemed so messy.
One of the 'perks' of the job was that he got a 10% discount on any personal mattress purchase and he'd been trying to talk Ryo into taking advantage of it mostly because it irritated him that he knew his boss included it figuring no one would take him up on it. He didn't have anything against the man or his job, it just irked him. But also because Ryo really needed a new mattress. His futon was probably older than Yamashita's grandmother and, honestly, it smelled a little funny - like stale tea and old books.
"I don't need a new mattress, Pi!" Ryo snapped at him, pushing him away from his lumpy futon as he rolled it up.
"But you're always so grumpy in the morning because you haven't slept well and you're all achy like an old man. And the bags under your eyes are starting to look a bit like black holes."
He was only half-surprised when Ryo growled and jumped at him, rolling them both across the floor before Ryo leapt to his feet and grumped off toward the bathroom. Well. Now he was getting somewhere.
That night, as he lay on his own older, but definitely still-serviceable box-spring and mattress, when Ryo climbed into bed next to him, shoving him over with a grumble, he couldn't help but grin. "What're you doing, Ryo?"
"Getting a decent night's sleep so some dumbass will stop harassing me about looking like a zombie. So shut the hell up."
Oh yeah, he thought, curling around Ryo so they'd fit more easily on his twin bed. Definitely getting somewhere. "Good thing you're so small or we might not have fit at all."
"Do you want my elbow in your head? Because it sounds like you do."
Yamashita giggled and squeezed Ryo's waist. "Maybe next time."
Ryo was gone when he woke up but that was good, because normally Ryo didn't wake up on his own unless he'd had a full night's sleep.
Several weeks later, he stood sipping his coffee in Ryo's room, feet bare and with a serious case of bed head as he stared blearily at the offending futon. If he burned it, he wondered, would Ryo be really mad? It's not like Ryo didn't have the money to replace it. To be honest, he couldn't figure out just why Ryo was holding on to it so hard.
Just then Ryo breezed past him to grab something from a bag on the floor. "I know what you're thinking, Pi. And I'm not stupid enough to believe that it would just spontaneously combust." He threw Yamashita a condescending look over his shoulder and Yamashita took a hurried sip of his coffee, succeeding in burning his tongue. Ryo watched him dance around, hissing, and laughed. If spontaneous combustion was an option, Yamashita was pretty sure Ryo would be on fire right now.
Two nights later, Ryo came home to find his futon all rolled out and Yamashita lying on it, a disgruntled look on his face as he wriggled about.
"What the hell are you doing? Get your own bed," he said, tossing his bag down and stripping off his shirt.
"I'm trying to figure out why you're so attached to this stupid thing. Half the time you end up in my bed anyway so I don't think it's because you find it especially comfortable. And it's definitely not," he added, turning to his side with a grimace.
Ryo looked at him blankly before turning around and walking out. "Taking a bath. You better be in your own bed when I get back. Mine doesn't like you."
"And it smells!" Yamashita yelled after him.
He was already lying at the edge of his bed that night, waiting, when Ryo crawled in next to him all warm and soft from his bath, and Yamashita grinned as he snuggled against Ryo.
"What am I?" Ryo grumbled. "Your goddamn teddy bear?"
"Sure," Yamashita replied sleepily and yawned against his hair.
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"You're much nicer after you've slept with me," Yamashita told Ryo in the morning over his cup of coffee. When Jin sniggered, he kicked him under the table. "What are you even doing here, Jin?"
"I'm out of coffee."
"This isn't Starbucks, ass," Ryo said from the kitchen.
"So much for being nicer," Jin told Yamashita in a stage-whisper. "Maybe you should start putting out."
"Shut up," Ryo and Yamashita both said in unison.
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On the sixth straight night of Ryo sharing his bed, Yamashita lay curled against Ryo's back, his hand resting lightly on Ryo's waist. "Ryo?" he asked softly, smiling.
Ryo grunted and he went on. "Are you sure you don't want a new mattress? Not that I really mind our new sleeping arrangements but…"
He felt Ryo's muscles tense under his hand and against his chest and then Ryo was sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, standing.
"Wait," Yamashita said, reaching out to grab Ryo's wrist. "I didn't say I wanted you to leave."
He stood there a little longer, faded moonlight through the curtains creating shadows out of the angles of his back, Yamashita's fingers wrapped loosely around his wrist. When Yamashita tugged slightly, Ryo moved in reverse - sitting, swinging his legs back up onto the bed and then curling up on his side. The back of Yamashita's hand grazed Ryo's jaw as Ryo tucked his hands under his cheek, and Yamashita shuddered.
He knew he should let go, it felt too intimate like this for some reason, but he couldn't. When he finally, reluctantly, let go, he dragged his fingers back up along Ryo's forearm and felt the smaller man tremble against him. Entranced, he traced nonsense patterns over Ryo's bicep and he could feel Ryo's entire body tense up against him. The air seemed suddenly heavy, a little difficult to breathe in, and he felt a tingling run through his own body to settle in his groin. His eyelids fluttered briefly as he breathed out, his breath warm against Ryo's neck, and Ryo leaned ever so slightly back into him. "Ryo," he whispered, resting his hand on Ryo's waist.
"Mm?" Ryo's voice was even lower than normal, and it caught a bit at first, and Yamashita licked his lips and splayed his fingers over Ryo's stomach.
When Ryo didn't protest, he pressed closer until he was completely wrapped around him. This could be the stupidest thing he'd ever done. A twelve-year friendship, his roommate, so much could go wrong. But he couldn't stop thinking about how good it felt to be like this and how he felt so lonely when Ryo slept in his own bed now.
"Ryo," he said again, more insistently, rising up on one elbow, and tugged Ryo until he was on his back. There was uncertainty in Ryo's eyes, and Yamashita hadn't seen him looking so vulnerable in a long time and it had had nothing to do with him. But, this time, Ryo's focus was totally on him. It made him smile and he brought his hand up to trace along Ryo's forehead, smoothing out the lines before bringing his hand down to cup Ryo's cheek. Ryo blinked rapidly at him, reaching up to grip Yamashita's forearm. Then he took a deep breath and let his eyes slide shut, fingers tight around his arm still, and Yamashita leaned down and pressed their lips together. The tingling spread all over his body when Ryo slid his hand up Yamashita's arm and tangled his fingers in Yamashita's hair. Deepening the kiss, he slid his tongue along Ryo's and unconsciously threw his leg over's Ryo to get a little friction. Ryo moaned into Yamashita's mouth at that and then there was no more gentle exploration.
Hands running over smooth skin, tugging and pulling until Yamashita was straddling Ryo, rocking against him and nipping at his lower lip as his breathing began to labor. Ryo's nails were sharp over his back, fingers bony as they gripped his ass to give him better leverage to thrust up against him. They weren't so much kissing as breathing into each other's mouths, tongues occasionally coming out to lick teasingly at each other's lips. The cotton blend of his boxer-briefs was almost unbearable as it rubbed against him, against Ryo's, but just on that border between pleasure and pain that only made him want more. He wanted to stop but couldn't and Ryo's face was screwed up like he was close.
"Like this?" Yamashita panted, partially hoping for more, mostly wanting not to stop.
"Fuck, Pi. Don't stop." And he thrust up particularly hard making Yamashita bite his bottom lip as orgasm came agonizingly close.
Ryo's hands slipping over his sweaty back felt so smooth in contrast to the painful friction between their legs, and the contrast was what ultimately sent him over the edge and he was coming with gasping breaths and Ryo's name on his lips.
He wanted nothing more than to flop over onto his back and get his breath back, but Ryo was moving desperately under him and he pushed himself up with shaking arms and slid down Ryo's body, tugging his boxers down enough to free his cock. Taking him into his mouth he set a punishing pace, working him with hand and mouth until Ryo's moaning turned into a constant high keening and his hands tightened in Yamashita's hair. He felt Ryo's cock twitch once, twice, in his mouth and he pulled off just in time, getting his hands sticky, but the peaceful look on Ryo's exhausted face was more than worth it.
He cleaned them off and changed his boxers, sliding back into bed to cuddle next to Ryo whose breath was just beginning to even out. Running his hands over Ryo's chest, he pressed kisses against Ryo's cheek and lips before wrapping himself around the man and breathing a contented sigh.
Several minutes later, when Yamashita was just at the edge of sleep, Ryo muttered, "Now will you stop bugging me about that damn mattress?"
Yamashita giggled. "No," he said thickly. "My bed is definitely not big enough for the things I'm thinking."
Ryo grumbled without actually saying anything but that didn't stop him from tucking himself under Yamashita's chin.
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"Go buy your own coffee, damnit!" Ryo protested as Jin stole his coffee and he was forced to make another.
Ignoring him, Jin poked his head into Ryo's room. "I see you bought a new bed finally. Your stupid futon was rank."
"You're rank," Ryo muttered.
"But why is it a double? You could probably just sleep in a kid's bed."
Yamashita burst into laughter but shut up quickly and looked away, trying to stop grinning, when Ryo glared at him.
"The salesman was very persuasive," he replied dryly.
Yamashita winked at Jin and wiggled his eyebrows.
"Gah!" Jin said and made a face.
"So I'd find somewhere else to stop for coffee in the mornings were I you," Ryo told him with a pointed look.
"So gross," Jin replied and drained the cup, setting it down and leaving without a word.
"So about those ideas…" Yamashita purred into Ryo's ear when he sat down next to him.
Ryo gave him an incredulous look. "Right now? I haven't even had my coffee yet."
Yamashita groped him casually and leaned back, spreading his legs and resting his arms over the back of the couch. "I guess I can wait."
An hour later, Ryo was reheating his coffee and grumbling under his breath.