JE fic: Bonanza [Ryo/Ueda; PG-13; drabbles]
Title: Bonanza
Author: momo (omoshiroina)
Pairing: Ryo/Ueda
Summary: 5 unrelated RyoDa drabbles spawned from 5 random sentence prompts. A RyoDa love bonanza.
Notes: For my darling sister Nami, who continuously pushes me to write her otp. This is a gift to her, for her hard earned calculus grade. where's my shoujo manga akame :||
i.
His whole body was turning an uncanny shade of unflattering peach, he was sure of it. The room was mostly dark with only a dim lamp on the bedside table lighting the room, but he could clearly see his lover's smile, wide and smug. He couldn't believe the sheer humiliation he let himself be subjected to, all because he had feelings for the other man.
"Where do you get these stupid kinks of yours?" Ryo struggled against his bindings, to no avail. "From some how to be Gackt handbook?"
Ueda shook his head, then bit Ryo's nipple in response.
"Motherfu--"
Ueda's hand, mango scented from the lotion he had lathered on before coming to bed, came to rest on his mouth. "Don't make me gag you, too."
Ryo only breathed silently through his nose, looking steadily into Ueda's eyes and hoping that he got his point - that he was shutting up now - across.
Ueda let his hand slide down slowly, coming to rest on Ryo's collarbone. He lowered his head and began to rain soft, fleeting kisses on Ryo's exposed chest. Ueda's other hand began palming Ryo's growing bulge covered only by the loose material of his briefs.
Ryo's breath hitched in his throat. "Take - take off your shirt, idiot." It felt wrong to have himself very nearly naked and yet still have his lover dressed in an oversized button down shirt. Granted that Ueda's exposed legs drove him mad with lust on its own, but it was just unfair to have it be the only part of his body showing.
Ueda blinked up at him, bangs adorably dishevelled. Then, unexpectedly, his lips curved into a wicked smile. He climbed on top of Ryo, straddling his waist. Ryo felt the wind knocked out of his gut.
"You're heavy," Ryo groaned.
"Shut up and take this off." Ueda thrust his collar at Ryo's lips.
"Are you out of your mind?" Ryo, voice muffled by the cotton and erection straining in his pants, still found energy to disagree.
"You either take it off or I get off," Ueda said. "Since your hands are currently occupied, use whatever resources you have, hm?"
Ryo scowled darkly up at him.
"Oh, please," Ueda rolled his eyes. "I can't believe you're incapable of doing something as simple as this," he scoffed, nudging the shirt against Ryo's lips, mocking.
Ryo swore in his mind that he would make Ueda pay dearly for everything later. Right now, his lower half was screaming for release. So he did what any sane man with a raging hard-on would do - he threw his head back, plunged suddenly and bit off the first button with full force.
"What the--" Ueda cried out, jumping back in surprise.
"See, princess, you don't mess with a man with needs," Ryo smirked, spitting the button out of the edges of his front teeth. "Now be good and take the damn thing off with your own hands, unless you want to lose a perfectly good shirt."
ii.
"It's so strange," Uchi murmured while nibbling on some popcorn. "I never thought he could really do that."
"Do what?" said Ryo, plopping down on the couch and handing Uchi a canned soda.
Uchi tilted his head to the TV screen, where KAT-TUN's latest video was playing. "I never thought Ueda-kun could, you know, ham it up with the camera that well."
Ryo's gaze wandered to the screen at the exact moment that Ueda gave an unbelievably big smile. He scoffed. "He does not do it that well. You exaggerate, Uchi."
Uchi threw a handful of popcorn at him. "Give it a rest, Ryo-chan! Just look at him." His free hand gestured to the screen. "Didn't he say somewhere that he didn't like being focused on by the camera so much?"
"Yeah, so?" Ryo swatted some leftover popcorn off his shoulder.
"Well, I happen to think Ueda-kun's really warming up to the camera. He looks amazing." Uchi gave a fond smile at the screen, just as KAT-TUN were doing the dance near the end which involved much body rolling.
"...I'll be sure to tell the rest of KAT-TUN that you said they all looked hideous except for precious Ueda-kun."
Uchi squawked indignantly. "I said no such thing. I think they all look great - just that Ueda-kun's really something in this one." He switched channels, only to have it stop again at a different music channel when an announcement flashed that Yorokobi no Uta would be playing in a second.
Ryo slapped a hand to his forehead. "Not again."
"Watch closely this time. I'm sure you'll see my point," Uchi said. "Then I can wheedle a confession out of you!"
Ryo stared blankly at him. "Huh?"
Uchi smiled brightly at him. "That beneath all that animosity for Ueda-kun lays a nice, big soft spot for him."
The opening bass lines of the song began playing. Ryo quietly took the bowl of popcorn from Uchi's hands, and unceremoniously dumped all its contents on the other man's head.
They could speculate all they want, but hell would freeze over before he admitted that the person he had a crush on was Ueda Tatsuya.
iii.
"Why do those morons," Ryo bit out, "place the sauces at the very top of their fucking shelves?"
"Jin and Kame are both taller than you," Ueda pointed out, lips twitching in amusement, but only a little bit. Ryo's hands that were reaching up suddenly stopped mid-motion. The air in the kitchen became tense.
"What did you just say?"
Ueda was unfazed. "The truth?"
Ryo's twisted his head very slowly. Ueda thought it would have spun a hundred and eighty degrees if he wasn't sure that Ryo was human and sane. Ryo's mouth was set into a straight line, but there was a fire in his eyes. Ueda resisted the urge to thwack himself in the head - He had a bad feeling about this, but it was too late to take back what he said.
"I bet you," Ryo said slowly, "that I can jump on this ledge and get that sauce in one swoop."
Ueda raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. "Go ahead."
Ryo took a deep breath once, propped his foot on the ledge and leapt. He didn't expect however for the ledge to be quite slippery. His fingers barely touched the sauce bottle, before he flailed his arms and a whoosh of air went past him--
And he fell straight into Ueda's arms.
"I - What," Ryo stuttered. The sudden rush of adrenaline from the fall made him dizzy. Ueda's amused stare made him even dizzier.
"You know, Nishikido," Ueda smirked, setting him down without preamble, "there's always the stool." And he pointed to a stool in the corner that Ryo could've sworn wasn't there before. "You don't have to do all these stunts just to impress me."
iv.
"You sure you don't want anything, Tat-chan?"
Ueda shook his head distractedly at Jin, looking over his reflection on the large vanity mirror. "No, thanks. I already ate breakfast, guys. Go on without me."
"Okay then," Kame set the latest issue of Myojo down on Ueda's corner of the dressing room, with a piece of paper that probably doubled as a bookmark resting in between the pages. "Here's a magazine if you get bored, ne."
"We'll be back in thirty minutes," Maru assured, nodding at him before closing the door.
Ueda spotted the curling iron lying on Kame's chair, and picked it up. No more than a few minutes passed of him experimenting with the iron when someone burst into the room without warning.
"Kamenashi, where's my - Oh. It's you."
"Nishikido," Ueda greeted, though it wasn't much of a greeting as it was a small acknowledgement of the other's presence.
"Where's everyone? Why are you here?"
"They're at that new restaurant across the building. And I'm here because I happen to be the 'U' of KAT-TUN, and this is KAT-TUN's dressing room, in case you didn't know."
Ryo's eyes narrowed, before his line of vision came to rest on the magazine in front of Ueda. "Ah," he began, "I see you've been reading my issue of Myojo for this month."
Ueda's continued curling his hair, swivelling his chair a bit until only his hair and the hand working the iron was in Ryo's sight.
Ryo stepped forward and grabbed the magazine, immediately opening it to the page where the bookmark was set. "And you've even bookmarked my spreadsheet and interview. How sweet," Ryo cooed, teasing.
Ueda was still ignoring him. Ryo, however, was undeterred as always. "So," Ryo said with a smirk, "are you going to confess your undying love for me or what?"
This got Ueda's pausing. He turned off the iron and lowered it to his lap. "This is so awkward," he started, his voice slightly trembling. Ryo was taken aback, but Ueda continued to speak with his back to him. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but yes, you're right. I think seeing that magazine has made me realize how deep my feelings for you are. All these years of being like this to each other, I'm tired of it. When I saw your sincere, smiling face in there - I thought that I've had enough of this pretense and that's it's time for me to come out with the truth."
Ryo was shell-shocked. Did Ueda truly have feelings for him all along? The other man had spoken to him in that utterly vulnerable tone. It sounded like - and he couldn't believe he was thinking this - Ueda's heart was breaking inside. "Ueda," he reached out. "I - I didn't really think that you'd--"
"Be a complete and total moron," Ueda finished, the trembling and the vulnerability gone as he spun his chair around, his eyes sparkling with clear amusement.
Ryo's expression resembled that of a red-faced guppy. He stalked towards Ueda, snatched the magazine out of his hands and stomped out of the room.
Ueda watched his retreating back, and when Ryo was completely out of sight, broke into soft, almost sad laughter. "Idiot," he murmured to himself. "I don't need a magazine to realize what I feel for you."
v.
He had heard stories of what happened to pairs who unwillingly got stuck inside the practice room for a night. Emotionally-centered stories. It had happened to the KinKi Kids, to Tackey and Tsubasa, to Ohkura and Yasuda. It had almost happened to him and Uchi two years ago, but they managed to catch the attention of a passing janitor - thankfully, Uchi had a very shrill and teenybopper scream back then.
"...You know, this happened to Jin and Kame, too."
Ryo became even more alarmed after possessing this tiny bit of information. "This is really bad."
Ueda's eyebrows shot up. "What in the world are you talking about?"
"Look, people who have gotten stuck in this room before are now in blissful couple-dom, okay? And I sure as fuck won't let that happen to us."
Ueda sighed, resisting the urge to throttle Ryo. Of all the people he could be stranded here with, why the hell did it have to be him?
"To pass away the time, why don't we -" Ryo fumbled for the right words, something his arrogant ass didn't normally do, Ueda noted to himself. "Practice the dances?"
Ueda nodded. "Fine with me."
An hour passed. It was past midnight and Ryo's patience was wearing thin. Ueda's dancing was simply not up to par with his own.
"You've been in Johnny's for how many years and you still don't know how to roll your hips properly?" Ryo snapped.
"If you're so good then you show me how," Ueda answered, strangely calm.
Ryo turned to face him and did just that.
Ueda snorted, nose up in the air. "Jin does better than that anyday."
Ryo stepped closer and did it again.
"Is that all?" Ueda crossed his arms, unimpressed. "Kame at fifteen does better than that."
Oh no. Ueda did not just compare him to a pre-tweezed, awkward-moving Kamenashi. Ryo marched forward until he was almost shoulder to shoulder with Ueda, and moved his hips like a slow electric current had ran its course all over his body. It was with satisfaction that he took in Ueda's quiet intake of breath from the brief contact. Much, much satisfaction.
"I thought we agreed on deviating from the usual happenings here?" Ueda asked throatily.
"Blissful couple-dom, yes." Ryo pinned Ueda's arms to the wall. "Other, more physically stimulating options, no. And to learn this kind of dance I think special training is required, don't you think?"
fin *ducks tomatoes*
Author: momo (omoshiroina)
Pairing: Ryo/Ueda
Summary: 5 unrelated RyoDa drabbles spawned from 5 random sentence prompts. A RyoDa love bonanza.
Notes: For my darling sister Nami, who continuously pushes me to write her otp. This is a gift to her, for her hard earned calculus grade. where's my shoujo manga akame :||
- "I can't believe you're incapable of doing something as simple as this," Ueda scoffed.
- They could speculate all they want, but hell would freeze over before he admitted that the person he had a crush on was Ueda Tatsuya.
- He had a bad feeling about this, but it was too late to take back what he said.
- "So," Ryo said with a smirk, "are you going to confess your undying love for me or what?"
- Of all the people he could be stranded here with, why the hell did it have to be him?
i.
His whole body was turning an uncanny shade of unflattering peach, he was sure of it. The room was mostly dark with only a dim lamp on the bedside table lighting the room, but he could clearly see his lover's smile, wide and smug. He couldn't believe the sheer humiliation he let himself be subjected to, all because he had feelings for the other man.
"Where do you get these stupid kinks of yours?" Ryo struggled against his bindings, to no avail. "From some how to be Gackt handbook?"
Ueda shook his head, then bit Ryo's nipple in response.
"Motherfu--"
Ueda's hand, mango scented from the lotion he had lathered on before coming to bed, came to rest on his mouth. "Don't make me gag you, too."
Ryo only breathed silently through his nose, looking steadily into Ueda's eyes and hoping that he got his point - that he was shutting up now - across.
Ueda let his hand slide down slowly, coming to rest on Ryo's collarbone. He lowered his head and began to rain soft, fleeting kisses on Ryo's exposed chest. Ueda's other hand began palming Ryo's growing bulge covered only by the loose material of his briefs.
Ryo's breath hitched in his throat. "Take - take off your shirt, idiot." It felt wrong to have himself very nearly naked and yet still have his lover dressed in an oversized button down shirt. Granted that Ueda's exposed legs drove him mad with lust on its own, but it was just unfair to have it be the only part of his body showing.
Ueda blinked up at him, bangs adorably dishevelled. Then, unexpectedly, his lips curved into a wicked smile. He climbed on top of Ryo, straddling his waist. Ryo felt the wind knocked out of his gut.
"You're heavy," Ryo groaned.
"Shut up and take this off." Ueda thrust his collar at Ryo's lips.
"Are you out of your mind?" Ryo, voice muffled by the cotton and erection straining in his pants, still found energy to disagree.
"You either take it off or I get off," Ueda said. "Since your hands are currently occupied, use whatever resources you have, hm?"
Ryo scowled darkly up at him.
"Oh, please," Ueda rolled his eyes. "I can't believe you're incapable of doing something as simple as this," he scoffed, nudging the shirt against Ryo's lips, mocking.
Ryo swore in his mind that he would make Ueda pay dearly for everything later. Right now, his lower half was screaming for release. So he did what any sane man with a raging hard-on would do - he threw his head back, plunged suddenly and bit off the first button with full force.
"What the--" Ueda cried out, jumping back in surprise.
"See, princess, you don't mess with a man with needs," Ryo smirked, spitting the button out of the edges of his front teeth. "Now be good and take the damn thing off with your own hands, unless you want to lose a perfectly good shirt."
ii.
"It's so strange," Uchi murmured while nibbling on some popcorn. "I never thought he could really do that."
"Do what?" said Ryo, plopping down on the couch and handing Uchi a canned soda.
Uchi tilted his head to the TV screen, where KAT-TUN's latest video was playing. "I never thought Ueda-kun could, you know, ham it up with the camera that well."
Ryo's gaze wandered to the screen at the exact moment that Ueda gave an unbelievably big smile. He scoffed. "He does not do it that well. You exaggerate, Uchi."
Uchi threw a handful of popcorn at him. "Give it a rest, Ryo-chan! Just look at him." His free hand gestured to the screen. "Didn't he say somewhere that he didn't like being focused on by the camera so much?"
"Yeah, so?" Ryo swatted some leftover popcorn off his shoulder.
"Well, I happen to think Ueda-kun's really warming up to the camera. He looks amazing." Uchi gave a fond smile at the screen, just as KAT-TUN were doing the dance near the end which involved much body rolling.
"...I'll be sure to tell the rest of KAT-TUN that you said they all looked hideous except for precious Ueda-kun."
Uchi squawked indignantly. "I said no such thing. I think they all look great - just that Ueda-kun's really something in this one." He switched channels, only to have it stop again at a different music channel when an announcement flashed that Yorokobi no Uta would be playing in a second.
Ryo slapped a hand to his forehead. "Not again."
"Watch closely this time. I'm sure you'll see my point," Uchi said. "Then I can wheedle a confession out of you!"
Ryo stared blankly at him. "Huh?"
Uchi smiled brightly at him. "That beneath all that animosity for Ueda-kun lays a nice, big soft spot for him."
The opening bass lines of the song began playing. Ryo quietly took the bowl of popcorn from Uchi's hands, and unceremoniously dumped all its contents on the other man's head.
They could speculate all they want, but hell would freeze over before he admitted that the person he had a crush on was Ueda Tatsuya.
iii.
"Why do those morons," Ryo bit out, "place the sauces at the very top of their fucking shelves?"
"Jin and Kame are both taller than you," Ueda pointed out, lips twitching in amusement, but only a little bit. Ryo's hands that were reaching up suddenly stopped mid-motion. The air in the kitchen became tense.
"What did you just say?"
Ueda was unfazed. "The truth?"
Ryo's twisted his head very slowly. Ueda thought it would have spun a hundred and eighty degrees if he wasn't sure that Ryo was human and sane. Ryo's mouth was set into a straight line, but there was a fire in his eyes. Ueda resisted the urge to thwack himself in the head - He had a bad feeling about this, but it was too late to take back what he said.
"I bet you," Ryo said slowly, "that I can jump on this ledge and get that sauce in one swoop."
Ueda raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. "Go ahead."
Ryo took a deep breath once, propped his foot on the ledge and leapt. He didn't expect however for the ledge to be quite slippery. His fingers barely touched the sauce bottle, before he flailed his arms and a whoosh of air went past him--
And he fell straight into Ueda's arms.
"I - What," Ryo stuttered. The sudden rush of adrenaline from the fall made him dizzy. Ueda's amused stare made him even dizzier.
"You know, Nishikido," Ueda smirked, setting him down without preamble, "there's always the stool." And he pointed to a stool in the corner that Ryo could've sworn wasn't there before. "You don't have to do all these stunts just to impress me."
iv.
"You sure you don't want anything, Tat-chan?"
Ueda shook his head distractedly at Jin, looking over his reflection on the large vanity mirror. "No, thanks. I already ate breakfast, guys. Go on without me."
"Okay then," Kame set the latest issue of Myojo down on Ueda's corner of the dressing room, with a piece of paper that probably doubled as a bookmark resting in between the pages. "Here's a magazine if you get bored, ne."
"We'll be back in thirty minutes," Maru assured, nodding at him before closing the door.
Ueda spotted the curling iron lying on Kame's chair, and picked it up. No more than a few minutes passed of him experimenting with the iron when someone burst into the room without warning.
"Kamenashi, where's my - Oh. It's you."
"Nishikido," Ueda greeted, though it wasn't much of a greeting as it was a small acknowledgement of the other's presence.
"Where's everyone? Why are you here?"
"They're at that new restaurant across the building. And I'm here because I happen to be the 'U' of KAT-TUN, and this is KAT-TUN's dressing room, in case you didn't know."
Ryo's eyes narrowed, before his line of vision came to rest on the magazine in front of Ueda. "Ah," he began, "I see you've been reading my issue of Myojo for this month."
Ueda's continued curling his hair, swivelling his chair a bit until only his hair and the hand working the iron was in Ryo's sight.
Ryo stepped forward and grabbed the magazine, immediately opening it to the page where the bookmark was set. "And you've even bookmarked my spreadsheet and interview. How sweet," Ryo cooed, teasing.
Ueda was still ignoring him. Ryo, however, was undeterred as always. "So," Ryo said with a smirk, "are you going to confess your undying love for me or what?"
This got Ueda's pausing. He turned off the iron and lowered it to his lap. "This is so awkward," he started, his voice slightly trembling. Ryo was taken aback, but Ueda continued to speak with his back to him. "I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but yes, you're right. I think seeing that magazine has made me realize how deep my feelings for you are. All these years of being like this to each other, I'm tired of it. When I saw your sincere, smiling face in there - I thought that I've had enough of this pretense and that's it's time for me to come out with the truth."
Ryo was shell-shocked. Did Ueda truly have feelings for him all along? The other man had spoken to him in that utterly vulnerable tone. It sounded like - and he couldn't believe he was thinking this - Ueda's heart was breaking inside. "Ueda," he reached out. "I - I didn't really think that you'd--"
"Be a complete and total moron," Ueda finished, the trembling and the vulnerability gone as he spun his chair around, his eyes sparkling with clear amusement.
Ryo's expression resembled that of a red-faced guppy. He stalked towards Ueda, snatched the magazine out of his hands and stomped out of the room.
Ueda watched his retreating back, and when Ryo was completely out of sight, broke into soft, almost sad laughter. "Idiot," he murmured to himself. "I don't need a magazine to realize what I feel for you."
v.
He had heard stories of what happened to pairs who unwillingly got stuck inside the practice room for a night. Emotionally-centered stories. It had happened to the KinKi Kids, to Tackey and Tsubasa, to Ohkura and Yasuda. It had almost happened to him and Uchi two years ago, but they managed to catch the attention of a passing janitor - thankfully, Uchi had a very shrill and teenybopper scream back then.
"...You know, this happened to Jin and Kame, too."
Ryo became even more alarmed after possessing this tiny bit of information. "This is really bad."
Ueda's eyebrows shot up. "What in the world are you talking about?"
"Look, people who have gotten stuck in this room before are now in blissful couple-dom, okay? And I sure as fuck won't let that happen to us."
Ueda sighed, resisting the urge to throttle Ryo. Of all the people he could be stranded here with, why the hell did it have to be him?
"To pass away the time, why don't we -" Ryo fumbled for the right words, something his arrogant ass didn't normally do, Ueda noted to himself. "Practice the dances?"
Ueda nodded. "Fine with me."
An hour passed. It was past midnight and Ryo's patience was wearing thin. Ueda's dancing was simply not up to par with his own.
"You've been in Johnny's for how many years and you still don't know how to roll your hips properly?" Ryo snapped.
"If you're so good then you show me how," Ueda answered, strangely calm.
Ryo turned to face him and did just that.
Ueda snorted, nose up in the air. "Jin does better than that anyday."
Ryo stepped closer and did it again.
"Is that all?" Ueda crossed his arms, unimpressed. "Kame at fifteen does better than that."
Oh no. Ueda did not just compare him to a pre-tweezed, awkward-moving Kamenashi. Ryo marched forward until he was almost shoulder to shoulder with Ueda, and moved his hips like a slow electric current had ran its course all over his body. It was with satisfaction that he took in Ueda's quiet intake of breath from the brief contact. Much, much satisfaction.
"I thought we agreed on deviating from the usual happenings here?" Ueda asked throatily.
"Blissful couple-dom, yes." Ryo pinned Ueda's arms to the wall. "Other, more physically stimulating options, no. And to learn this kind of dance I think special training is required, don't you think?"
fin *ducks tomatoes*