RP log: Jackal, Ryoma

[espiao_bonito]

Date: Saturday, March 10
Rating: NC17 for language
Summary: Jackal realizes that he's jealous of the other people Ryoma dates. Er. Shockingly enough, this is the CLEAN version. There's a longer dirty version, but we figured people would rather just read the plot.

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Ryoma wandered around Jackal's neighborhood, trying to remember exactly which building the guy lived in. He'd only been there once, after all, and hadn't exactly been paying attention at the time.

...Come to think of it, he had no idea what floor Jackal lived on, much less his actual apartment number.

Well, shit.

With a shrug, Ryoma walked into one of the apartment buildings and peeked at the mailboxes. Kuwahara....Kuwahara... Nope. Not this one.

Tried again. Nope.

And again. Aha. There he was.

Shifting his duffle bag (full of extra clothes and various toiletries like, oh, shampoo... Just in case) from one shoulder to the other, Ryoma headed up the stairs toward Jackal's apartment.

He hoped Jackal was actually home, since he was, after all, just kind of...showing up. They'd said Saturday. Never when on Saturday.

Jackal was in nothing but a small pair of shorts on his knees in the kitchen when Ryoma knocked at the door. He'd been scrubbing the rather neglected tiles and had just gotten it done, although it was still wet.

His apartment looked neat and tidy. When Jackal put his mind to it, he could clean, but his mind was rarely in the mood for wasting time in that manner. Life was too short to throw out the old pizza boxes, right?

But he'd done it. And Jackal refused to admit that he'd cleaned, not for his own sake, but for a boy.

Ryoma. Who was fool enough to spend last night with someone else.

Jackal opened the door, reached out, gripped Ryoma by the collar, and had him up against the wall in a few seconds.

Jackal stared down at him. "I'm about to make you forget anything you did last night," he said pleasantly, and took Ryoma's mouth in a fierce kiss.

Ryoma blinked. He'd barely had a few seconds to notice that Jackal's apartment (part of it, anyway) looked a lot cleaner than it had the last time he was here.

The ferocity of Jackal's kiss caught Ryoma off-guard, and he dropped his bag to the floor as he shoved Jackal back.

"What the hell, Jackal?" he growled, glaring. That kiss had felt...claiming. Possessive. Like something a jealous boyfriend would do.

But Jackal didn't do boyfriends, which meant he couldn't be jealous.

And if he was...he had no right to be. They were just fuck-buddies, after all.
Jackal gripped Ryoma by the hair and tilted his head back so that the soft underside of his chin was bared.

He ran the barest tip of his tongue from Ryoma's adam's apple to that soft little area. Jackal's breath tickled over the underside of Ryoma's chin as he spoke.

"I'm not used to feeling this way," Jackal admitted softly. He placed a lingering kiss beneath Ryoma's chin. "I know I'm not worth being anyone's boyfriend. But I...I want your time." He sank his teeth in and gave Ryoma a hickey that nobody would see but himself.

Wait...what?

Ryoma squirmed out of Jackal's grasp. He had to make sure they were on the same wavelength. "Put a leash on your libido for while, willya? We can fuck later, after I've figured you out."

He scratched his head, thinking.

"So...what I'm hearing...is that you don't do the whole boyfriend thing because you think you're not worth being one...but all of a sudden you want to be mine?"

...Maybe Jackal really was jealous...

Jackal sagged a little, back hitting the wall, head dropping.

Sex was what he was good for, right?

He turned his head away from Ryoma and scrubbed his arm over his eyes. He smelled like antiseptic soap.

"I've never been a boyfriend," Jackal muttered. "Nobody in this country wants to take home a black man. Not least one that used to suck cock for money."

He looked down at the floor. "But I know I want you. I'm sorry."

"First of all...having never been a boyfriend is no reason to not be one. Everybody has to start somewhere. There was a point in my life where I could've said the same thing." Granted, that was in junior high, but that didn't make it any less true.

Ryoma went over to Jackal, now that the other guy didn't seem intent on screwing his lights out, and tugged him over to the couch. He got himself comfortable on it, his back against one of the arms, and pulled Jackal down into his lap. He grinned a little that, laying like this was pretty much how they'd been last time, when they'd tried to watch that movie, only their positions were swapped.

"And second, anybody who cares about the color of a guy's skin isn't worth the time." Jackal's skin was kind of...coffee with a little bit of cream. Ryoma had seen guys who were downright black, they were so dark.

"Third...don't apologize for wanting me. That makes it sound like you think I'm gonna be grossed out by it, and I'm not."

He'd get to the sucking-cock-for-cash in a little bit. Because that was news to him.

Jackal blinked. And then sighed, relaxing like a big cat over Ryoma's lap.

Did boyfriends do stuff like this? It wasn't half bad.

Jackal couldn't really think of much to say. He felt a bit embarrassed at completely losing his cool, so he picked up one of Ryoma's hands and toyed with it, sliding their fingers together and apart, lightly toughing Ryoma's palm with his fingertips.

"Then. Date me. Or...whatever you feel...comfortable with." How did you ask that kind of thing? Jackal was glad his skin hid his blush.

Ryoma watched their hands for a while, smiling. It made Jackal seem almost...shy. And that was really freaking cute.

In his head, Ryoma was already saying "okay" to dating Jacakl. But he knew he still didn't hardly know the guy, so instead he said out loud, "I don't know a lot about you, yet. And boyfriends talk. So...talk to me. Tell me about yourself. What your childhood was like, do you have siblings, that kind of thing."

He ran his hand over Jackal's head, down his neck and along his back, gently rubbing, and hopefully encouraging. Jackal didn't seem to like talking about his past, so Ryoma hadn't ever asked. But if he was going to date the guy, he wanted to know.

"...And explain that 'sucking cock for money' thing."

Jackal took a deep breath. He opened his mouth, and then years of conditioning made him close it with a snap.

"Er," he said weakly, with a laugh, "I was going to start with lunch, honest. Want a bento? I got some from the market..."

Jackal wiggled off Ryoma's lap a bit reluctantly and made his way to the fridge.

Then he shot Ryoma a wry glance. "Can we talk and...make love at the same time? I think I need something to distract me while I talk about my childhood." Or at least the ultimate comfort of someone else's skin.

He got out the bentos. "So," he growled. "How was your date?"

Ryoma groaned. "Ugh, don't even call it that. I shouldn't have gone. Seiji...is one of the guys I used to go clubbing with all the time back in college. He's only three years older than me, but he always treated me like a kid, so I was really surprised when he asked me out."

Ryoma shifted, sitting up properly on the sofa. "Turns out he'd made a bet with some guy that he could get me to let him fuck me on the first date. As soon as I found out, I kicked him in the nuts and left."

Jackal didn't bother to hide his huge, sweet grin. He set the table and sat down, beckoning Ryoma over.

"What do you drink? I have beer or water or coke."

The bento smelled good. Jackal had gotten rather plastered the night before, wondering whether Ryoma was out with some other guy fucking him up against the shower wall; he'd been so haunted by the mental image that he'd had beer after beer until he passed out on the couch.

Luckily he never got all that hung over, but he'd skipped breakfast.

He sucked down the noodles.

"Well, hm." Jackal pondered his story. "I grew up in Brazil. You can probably guess that mom's Brazilian. Dad's Japanese. He got busted for shady accounting practices when I was little, so we never had much money around." That was an understatement. They'd lived in shitholes in the barrio.

Ryoma sat down at the table, just having water to drink (he didn't like beer, and Ponta wasn't an option).

He ate a few bites of the bento, listening as Jackal spoke.

"...Shady accounting? ...and...not to pry, really, but...how much is "not much"? You don't have to pad things with me, Jackal. I'm not shallow enough to think less of you for how you grew up or anything." What mattered to Ryoma was the way Jackal lived in the here and now, and not how he'd lived as a kid, or even as a teenager.

"Dirt poor. Mama did all she could to help out, but she wasn't very skilled either. Made fifty cents an hour at the sweatshop sewing. When oyaji had a contract, he spent it all on booze and gambling. Anyhow, I realized that if I was good at something I'd go somewhere. So I got really good at basketball."

Jackal pushed his food around, remembering back, staring into the dark years with a feeling of relief that they were over. "Because dad's a Japanese citizen, I was able to apply to a Japanese middle school -- got a sports scholarship. But, uh."

This was the tough part.

"I still didn't have any money for the air fare."

Ryoma blinked.

...So that's why.

Ryoma reached out, putting his hand over Jackal's. "So you did that to get out of there," he said softly, understanding.

It was a shitty thing to have to do, but if it was your only shot, it made sense.

He thread their fingers together.

"I was thirteen. Insisted on only using my mouth. Everybody respected that, somehow."

And then Jackal got a slightly haunted look. "I...figured out that I enjoyed it. Liked sucking cock. Liked it so much I got good at it, and nobody complained that I wasn't handing them my ass."

And then, arriving in Japan...

"I got here when I was fourteen. I was a little different from the other guys at my boarding school, but because I was good at basketball, nobody gave me any shit."

And that, more than anything in Jackal's life, had given him the confidence to move on.

He couldn't blame Jackal for not wanting to talk about his past. Ryoma wouldn't want to talk about it either, if he'd had to grow up like that.

He tended to forget, sometimes, that for as much as he bitched about his own family, especially his father, he was actually lucky. He'd never been unable to afford anything, always had a nice house (nice apartment, now that he was on his own), got a good education at good schools...

Ryoma smiled. "And now look at you. All grown up with a good job and a good roof over your head." He gave Jackal's hand a squeeze.

Jackal nodded. "And...that's about it. When to Todai to get a degree in Portuguese Literature, and now I'm an agent."

Jackal flashed Ryoma a proud smile.

"But yeah. Somehow...always had someone around to fuck, but uh, very few people wanted me for more than that. With the exception of a few women, who were all set to move in and be my mommy." Jackal snorted. That had made him twitchy beyond words.

"But now, your turn. I don't know much about you. Aside from your body, that is." Jackal shot Ryoma a slightly guilty look. "Don't even know your birthday."

Ryoma snickered. Yes, they knew each other's bodies pretty well, at this point.

"I don't know yours either. But you know my birthday. You just don't know it's my birthday. Mom always used to call me her Christmas present, since I was born on Christmas Eve."

"I spent the first twelve years of my life in America, then moved over here. Played a lot of tennis until about my second year of high school, then started playing around with programming stuff. Mom's Japanese-American, grew up there, Oyaji's Japanese all the way. I've got a cousin, and you've met Karupin. Oh, and Oyaji's a pervert, always reading dirty magazines. Blows my mind that Mom puts up with it."

...And that about summed it up, on his end.

Jackal smiled again, imagining Ryoma and his cute, crazy family, with his (loveable?) pervert dad and his long-suffering mom.

"Are you gay?" Jackal asked curiously. "I'm...well. I'm not." Jackal smiled. "Although...I was thinking last night while I was getting drunk that your body might be all that I need. Don't think I'd even miss tits." He grinned again, indicating that he was joking. Mostly...

Jackal had really been down the night before. Feeling like he was missing something. No, missing Ryoma.

Ryoma nodded. "Always have been, much to Oyaji's dismay. Mom was disappointed at first, but I think mostly because it meant she wouldn't get any grandkids. Oyaji tried to make me look at his magazines with him, but they didn't do a thing for me. ...The other guys on the tennis team, though..." Ryoma smirked. His buchou, the team's so-called prodigy...both were hot. And some of the rival teams? Definitely a sexy collection of guys.

Jackal could picture it. "Yeah. I sucked a lot of cock on the basketball team, but not for cash," he said grinning.

He raised Ryoma's hand to his lips, staring at him from half-lidded golden eyes. "Is that where you lost your virginity, angel?"

Ryoma smiled and shook his head. "No. Though one of the guys on my team is the one that got my first kiss."

He had to think back, to remember his first time.

"I was...nineteen. The guy who, in America, had been my best friend showed up at my college one day. Turned out his family had just moved to Japan, and he was going to start going to the same college I was at. We got to talking, he found out I was gay, I found out he was too, and then he asked me out. We dated for...about a year before we started having sex."

Jackal turned Ryoma's hand over and kissed his palm. "That's sweet," Jackal said, smiling. "A perfect first time. Did you bottom and top? Or mostly bottom?"

Ryoma was such an amazing bottom that it was hard to think of him topping.

"My first time was...one of my teachers in high school. Hot older guy. Bent me over a desk."

Ryoma grinned. "I can't imagine you bottoming," he chuckled, trying to picture it and failing miserably. Jackal was too much a seme for Ryoma to get the mental image. Instead, he kept ending up being the one that Jackal was bending over a desk.

"We switched, for a while, but then he started bottoming all the time, and we ended up fighting because I wanted to bottom, too." He laughed a little. "We ended up breaking up because we were uke-fighting so much. But it was a mutual thing. We both agreed that we were too uke for each other, and for a while we just hung out as friends, talking about school and checking out semes. But he moved back to America, and I haven't heard from him in a long time."

"I was only fifteen. He was much older. Taught me a lot about topping, I admit." The affair had lasted a few years until Jackal broke it off...but not before sleeping with his teacher's wife, his first woman.

"To be honest," Jackal kissed Ryoma's wrist. "While I don't mind bottoming, I don't think I'd let you get away with it. You're just...hot to screw. Echizen Ryoma. And...I hope that's not a shallow reason for wanting to get to know you better."

Well...actually... It was a kind of shallow reason. But Ryoma couldn't complain, especially considering how they'd met. And at least Jackal wanted to know him better, instead of just being content with being fuck-buddies.

"I'd complain, if we hadn't screwed the first day we met," he replied honestly. He smiled about it, though, so Jackal wouldn't think he was complaining. "Besides. I've got no room to talk."

The reverse was true, too. Jackal was really good in bed, and sexy as hell. And Ryoma admitted to having crushed on him for a while after their first encounter, wondering what he was really like, whether he was a nice guy or a total asshole, that kind of thing.

Jackal looked up at Ryoma, his eyes going darker with seriousness.

"I felt so incredibly foolish last night. When we screwed, that first time, I cursed myself for weeks for not giving you my number. And...just as foolish yesterday for not telling you that the thought of you with someone else made me feel like retrocedendo alguém traseiro...er. Upset."

Ryoma tilted his head, weighing Jackal's words a little.

"So you were jealous, when you hacked my journal earlier, and read the entry about me getting asked out," he smirked a little, amused at the thought.

Ryoma pulled his hand free of Jackal's and got out of his chair, and then walked around the table and sat himself squarely in Jackal's lap. He draped his arms around Jackal's shoulders, then leaned in and ran the tip of his nose up the line of Jackal's neck to his ear. "I wished I'd gotten your number. Or given you mine. I'd even gone back to that club, looking for you, but either I just missed you or you weren't there. After a while, I told myself I was nuts, that you'd probably think I was some kind of stalker if I did see you again, so I quit looking," he admitted, voice low.

Jackal's breath caught in his throat. So he hadn't been the only one with a crush. He tilted his head until he caught Ryoma's nose with his, and spoke his words as a brush of lip on lip, breath warming Ryoma's skin.

"It was probably better for your health, angel. Because I wouldn't have let you out of my room for a month." His words were a husky little growl. "And it's a good think you work for the Agency. I have to be good so that your ex doesn't send out a search party looking for you."

Jackal's thumbs drew maddeningly teasing circles around the inside of Ryoma's thighs, from knee to groin and back.

Ryoma smiled, little shivers going down his spine at the warmth of Jackal's words, heat pooling lower from the touches.

"He totally would, wouldn't he?" he grinned, hands sliding over Jackal's shoulders, down his chest. He pulled his mouth away from Jackal's only to watch, his hands so pale against Jackal's dark skin.

Probably a lot of Jackal's past lovers had found the contrast intriguing, if not sexy. As for Ryoma, he realized that he'd never really been attracted to black men... Jackal was the exception. There was just..something about him...

"I would have slept with the old man just to get closer to you," said Jackal softly, staring into the golden eyes so like his own. His thumb brushed Ryoma's balls, went lower and pressed into the crack just a little.

Jackal closed the distance between their mouths and sucked Ryoma's lower lip between his, thumb drawing a tiny circle.

Ryoma chuckled and climbed off Jackal's lap for a moment, just long enough to strip down to his boxers, and then climbed back.

"Better?" he grinned, before leaning in and licking at Jackal's lips with slow, light brushes of his tongue.

He ran his hands over Jackal's chest again, fingers pausing to play with the other man's nipples a little.

Jackal stared down. "I've fucked a few men with their boxers on," he teased, grinning. "I guess it's okay. Although it really does limit what I can do here..."

And he slid warm, solid fingers down Ryoma's thigh, through the leg of his boxers, to touch a calloused fingertip lightly against Ryoma's pucker -- a little teasing flick of touch designed to tease rather than stimulate.

And ran his eyes up and down Ryoma's lithe chest, all compact muscle and hollow abs, already making love with his gaze.

Ryoma grinned back. "I figured I'd let you have the pleasure of getting me completely naked," he replied, his own hands going down to the waist of Jackal's way-too-small shorts.

He wiggled one hand inside, fingers brushing the tip of Jackal's cock lightly. Mm. Yes. At some point today, he was going to have his mouth down there, one way or another.

"Mmmm," Jackal responded, glancing down to see Ryoma's hand checking out the merchandise. He flicked his fingertip over Ryoma's hole again.

"I want to eat every part of you," Jackal said, and drew a little line with his fingernail from under Ryoma's chin, down his neck, his chest, his abs, to the tent in his pants.

"Where should I start?" He added this softly, amber eyes meeting Ryoma's in a hot stare.

Ryoma's hips twitched at the touch. "Mhh. Anywhere you want. But first..."

He grinned a little wickedly and slid off of Jackal's lap again, and got down on his knees. He reached out and gripped Jackal by the hips, pulling him forwards a little, then sliding off those tiny shorts.

With a mischievous glance up at Jackal, Ryoma leaned in ...

[SNIP! The authors play some elevator music while Jackal & Ryoma bonk each other's brains out...]

When he came to he was a panting mess slumped all over Ryoma's back.

"We can do it again. But I ... might need a break," Jackal said sheepishly.

Ryoma wiggled a little, comfortably pinned by Jackal's weight. "You might need a break? Trust me, you'll get one. I don't think I could get it up again right now," he grinned.

Actually...with Jackal...it might be possible. But he was perfectly content not knowing.

He pushed up and rolled them to their sides, then pulled himself off of Jackal's cock and shifted so he could face him. Then, warm and naked and very definitely sated, he snuggled up to Jackal's body.

Jackal ran a finger down Ryoma's spine, smiling at the smaller man, tracing his lips over Ryoma's forehead.

"Earlier, I was going to say something like, 'You give blowjobs like a pro,' -- but I realized how horrible it would sound," Jackal said, chuckling a little. "But you do. I can only deepthroat if someone is less than six inches.

Ryoma snickered softly. "Actually...That was the first time I actually succeeded," he admitted, feeling slightly sheepish. "I've tried before, but I always ended up gagging or choking." He shrugged a little, guessing that all the practice with previous guys had finally paid off.

He slid his arm over Jackal's hip, getting himself cozy in case his body felt the need to nap. He didn't think he would; surprisingly, he actually felt wide awake.

Jackal blinked, and then he nestled in too, curling his senpai into his body. "I took your deepthroat cherry?" Jackal felt a small glow. It was nice to be around for someone's firsts. He wondered how many other firsts there were to discover with Ryoma, and felt guilty again...did he deserve any more of them?

He shut up his thoughts by kissing Ryoma. "You fuck like you dance. Like a wave of motion. I was just trying to keep up tonight," Jackal said with a low little purr. He liked having the challenge.

Ryoma grinned, shivering a little at the purr.

"Huh. Maybe...it's because I was told once that sex is a dance. It requires trust in your partner, being able to read their moves, to know when to lead and when to be led. There are some steps that are fail-safes, and there is room for improvisation."

It was one of his senpai from junior high that had told him that.

Jackal gave a little sigh. He felt rather happy just then. He tugged Ryoma over onto his body, making himself a Ryoma blanket, spent cock touching spent cock in a sticky kind of way.

His hand couldn't get enough of Ryoma's ass, though, and kept playing with the curves of it.

"I was worried that I wouldn't know what to do when you get tired of fucking. But -- there's dancing, too. And ... heh. Computer games, I guess, if you share your roommate's taste."

Jackal remembered his date with Kaidoh a bit sheepishly.

"Mmhh. Kaidoh's a game-geek. I'm more of a...code-geek. I play a few games, but nothing like he does."

Ryoma wiggled a little at the touches. "There's always movies, and dinners...and all kinds of things. Hell, it's all okay as long as it's spending time together."

Some of Ryoma's favorite moments were of just snuggling, or staying in and watching a movie on TV from the comfort of his own sofa.

Dating.

So that's what it would be like. Jackal pondered, hand stroking over the curve of Ryoma's hip and somehow finding its way to his...

"Hm," said Jackal, looking down. "Somehow I don't think I'll have to worry about the sex part anytime soon."

Ryoma was hardening in his hand.

"On your back," Jackal murmured, rolled them over, and kissed his way down Ryoma's body...