Late Nights in Nameless Suburbs
TITLE: Late Nights in Nameless Suburbs
PAIRING: Ryo/Shige
RATING: R
SUMMARY: Nishikido the Idol meets Shige the Whore in a crappy bar.
NOTES: Whore!verse Part I
It was dark and shady and every place that a popular idol shouldn't be. There was no sign outside the door, the wallpaper was peeling and the only other person besides the bartender was a pathetic looking salaryman in a booth who was only barely conscious. With a hat pulled low, think-framed glasses and a scarf losely wrapped around his neck, Nishikido Ryo sat down and ordered a beer. The bartender gave him a strange look, obviously wondering where this non-local had come from, but money was money, and a frothy mug was placed before Nishikido.
Even though it was a dive and Nishikido considered himself something of a connoisseur, there were times even he needed to escape the glamour of stage lights and sequins. Crappy bars like this were perfect for ordering bad beer and spending the night fantasizing about the life he might have had, if he hadn't passed the audition so many years ago. Even if there had been other people in the bar worth talking to, Nishikido had no reason. He was there for himself, to calm himself. These lesser people where nothing but background noise.
The front door creaked open, but Nishikido didn't bother looking up. He was too busy planning the layout of the four tatami mat apartment he would have had above a drugstore, across the street from a little shrine. The stranger walked up to the bar, a few seats away from where Nishikido was, ordered a scotch and started talking with the bartender. In a zoned-out kind of way, Nishikido couldn't help but overhear their conversation.
"Heading out now, Katou?"
"Yeah... the drunk salarymen from Shinjuku will start arriving soon..."
"You're a strange kid. All those smarts but you still end up doing this."
The customer, this 'Katou' finished his drink and pulled a few coins out of pocket, placing them on the bar, "That's life."
The clinking of the coins startled Nishikido out of his thoughts. If he'd been in the mood for a fight, he would have started one, but not tonight. He settled instead for turning slightly to the man next to him and glaring out of the corner of his eyes. Katou was young, around Nishikido's age, short hair, styled out of his face, the barest hint of eyeliner. His clothes were stlyish, expensive looking - the shirt was tight and the pants hung low on his hips.
Katou noticed him glaring, "Is there something wrong?"
The timid voice he spoke with sounded like a free invitation to a verbal beating to Nishikido.
"What the fuck are you supposed to be? Some kind of idol? That's a joke."
Katou blushed and looked away, "I wouldn't presume to be such a thing."
"Then what the fuck are you? Girls sure as hell don't go for that kind of look. I'd know. Girls fall all over me. So? What are you?"
From the back of the bar, the drunk salaryman yelled, "He's a whore! A whore! Every one knows that 'round here!"
If possible Katou blushed further and got up to leave.
"Oh, ho. Really now? Isn't that interesting!"
But the taunting call fell on careless ears - Katou was already out the door.
Nishikido smirked, and realized he'd found a more amusing way to spend the night. He paid for his beer and left.
Katou had only left just before Nishikido, so it wasn't hard to find the younger man. He was walking towards the train station - obviously - checking his hair in a compact mirror. Nishikido jogged to catch up with him, and when he was close enough, Nishikido reached out and grabbed the hand that was holding the compact. Katou turned towards Nishikido and blushed.
"Now, now, now. Where's your manly pride? A compact? Ah, but you guess you've purged yourself of that, haven't you?"
Katou tried to pull his arm free of Nishikido's grasp, not looking the other man in the eye, "Please... let me go."
"So some gross old man can pay you a measly 2,000 yen for a blowjob behind the station. Damn your cheap!"
Katou stilled, quietly replying, "I'm not that cheap..."
"Whatever it is, it's a pittance. You can't even call youself a real whore you know. The real whores are in Shinjuku and Ginza and Roppongi. They don't wait out at the little suburb stations for the salarymen to come home to their families."
Katou kept his eyes turned away from Nishikido, but there was enough light from nearby lamps for Nishikido to make out the tiniest beginnings of tears.
Reaching out with his other hand, Nishikido looped a finger through a beltloop on Katou's pants and pulled him closer, until they were almost flush with each other. Katou tried to push Nishikido away with his free hand, but there was no strength behind his attempt.
"Hey," Nishikido whispered, "why don't we play tonight? I'm better looking than any of those old men."
Katou snapped his head towards Nishikido, "Atleast the old men don't mock me!"
Nishikido smiled, "So, there is some fight in you. Good. It's always better than way."
Letting go of the beltloop and pulling him by the arm, Nishikido led Katou back in the direction of the bar, but turned down an alley just beforehand. There was a car parked next to the building. Nishikido pushed Katou towards the passenger door and got in.
Nishikido put the keys in the ignition, but only turned on the radio.
"You say you're not cheap. Hmph, what's that mean?"
Katou tentively looked at Nishikido, "Do you mean-"
"Your prices, retard."
Katou blushed again, "Handjob, 2,000 yen. Blowjob, 4,000 yen."
"And all the way?"
Katou turned away from Nishikido and looked out the window at nothing, "I don't go all the way."
"Ah, suburb whores, such morals."
"If you keep mocking me, I'm going to start charging you for the priviledge."
Nishikido laughed, reaching up and pulling on the collar of Katou's shirt, "Well, then, I'll have to chose my words carefully then."
Katou turned and looked at Nishikido. The hand on his collar was now behind his head, pulling him down, and the other was unzipping the fly of his pants. Katou swatted the extra hand out of the way, pushing Nishikido's pants down the slightest bit before slipping a hand in, rubbing at Nishikido's growing erection.
Nishikido's hand ran through Katou's hair, "I'm not paying you for a handjob, asshole."
"Really? I thought shoving my face into your crotch meant a handjob."
Katou didn't give Nishikido time to reply though, because soon enough, Katou was licking a line up the side of Nishikido's cock and adjusting himself in the seat so he could get a better angle.
Nishikido sighed, one hand gripped the steering wheel and the other petting Katou's hair. He had to admit, the kid was professional - as much a street whore could be. He knew how to tease enough that it was great, but not too much that he just became a cocktease.
Katou's head bobbed up and down in his lap, and Nishikido couldn't help but stare and focus solely on the feeling of Katou's tongue lavishing love upon him, and the hand softly rubbing his leg through the fabric of his pants.
Katou started speeding up his actions, and Nishikido stopped petting Katou's head and instead settled for tangling his fingers in his hair. His breath came in short gasps and the occasional moan when Katou did something unexpected. Nishikido became so absorbed in the feeling that he barely had time to whisper out a warning to Katou, and didn't even think if it was audible over the radio. But whether or not he heard it, Katou kept going. Nishikido's hand tightened, pulling Katou's hair and he moaned loudly, clearly over the music. Katou stilled, waiting for Nishikido to come down from his high. When he finally did sit up, Katou licked his lips, but Nishikido didn't say anything, nor did he move his hand from Katou's hair. They sat in silence, just listening to the radio for a few minutes.
"You have a big debt or something like that, right? That's why you're doing this?"
Katou looked out the window, again, at nothing, "...Yeah...A debt."
Nishikido turned and glared, "Don't lie to me."
Katou looked at Nishikido's reflection in the window, "What do you care? And you owe me 4,000 yen."
Nishikido didn't break eye contact with Katou as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. He pulled out a bill and roughly handed it to Katou.
Katou looked down at the bill; Yukichi Fukuzawa's face on a 10,000 yen note looked back up at him, "I don't have change for this."
Nishikido snorted, "I never said I wanted change."
Katou bowed slightly to Nishikido before getting out the car and walking away.
--
Two weeks later, Nishikido was back in the crappy suburb bar, with the same bartender and the same nearly passed-out drunk in a booth. When the door creaked open and Nishikido saw the bartender reach for a glass and the bottle of scotch, he laughed quietly to himself, and turned towards the door.
end
EDIT
NOW WITH RANDOM TRIVIA!
Originally, the first couple of paragraphs were written with Pi instead of Ryo. But when I tried to write Pi as a mean bastard, I just couldn't. My subconscious wouldn't allow it. So, Pi became Ryo.
PAIRING: Ryo/Shige
RATING: R
SUMMARY: Nishikido the Idol meets Shige the Whore in a crappy bar.
NOTES: Whore!verse Part I
It was dark and shady and every place that a popular idol shouldn't be. There was no sign outside the door, the wallpaper was peeling and the only other person besides the bartender was a pathetic looking salaryman in a booth who was only barely conscious. With a hat pulled low, think-framed glasses and a scarf losely wrapped around his neck, Nishikido Ryo sat down and ordered a beer. The bartender gave him a strange look, obviously wondering where this non-local had come from, but money was money, and a frothy mug was placed before Nishikido.
Even though it was a dive and Nishikido considered himself something of a connoisseur, there were times even he needed to escape the glamour of stage lights and sequins. Crappy bars like this were perfect for ordering bad beer and spending the night fantasizing about the life he might have had, if he hadn't passed the audition so many years ago. Even if there had been other people in the bar worth talking to, Nishikido had no reason. He was there for himself, to calm himself. These lesser people where nothing but background noise.
The front door creaked open, but Nishikido didn't bother looking up. He was too busy planning the layout of the four tatami mat apartment he would have had above a drugstore, across the street from a little shrine. The stranger walked up to the bar, a few seats away from where Nishikido was, ordered a scotch and started talking with the bartender. In a zoned-out kind of way, Nishikido couldn't help but overhear their conversation.
"Heading out now, Katou?"
"Yeah... the drunk salarymen from Shinjuku will start arriving soon..."
"You're a strange kid. All those smarts but you still end up doing this."
The customer, this 'Katou' finished his drink and pulled a few coins out of pocket, placing them on the bar, "That's life."
The clinking of the coins startled Nishikido out of his thoughts. If he'd been in the mood for a fight, he would have started one, but not tonight. He settled instead for turning slightly to the man next to him and glaring out of the corner of his eyes. Katou was young, around Nishikido's age, short hair, styled out of his face, the barest hint of eyeliner. His clothes were stlyish, expensive looking - the shirt was tight and the pants hung low on his hips.
Katou noticed him glaring, "Is there something wrong?"
The timid voice he spoke with sounded like a free invitation to a verbal beating to Nishikido.
"What the fuck are you supposed to be? Some kind of idol? That's a joke."
Katou blushed and looked away, "I wouldn't presume to be such a thing."
"Then what the fuck are you? Girls sure as hell don't go for that kind of look. I'd know. Girls fall all over me. So? What are you?"
From the back of the bar, the drunk salaryman yelled, "He's a whore! A whore! Every one knows that 'round here!"
If possible Katou blushed further and got up to leave.
"Oh, ho. Really now? Isn't that interesting!"
But the taunting call fell on careless ears - Katou was already out the door.
Nishikido smirked, and realized he'd found a more amusing way to spend the night. He paid for his beer and left.
Katou had only left just before Nishikido, so it wasn't hard to find the younger man. He was walking towards the train station - obviously - checking his hair in a compact mirror. Nishikido jogged to catch up with him, and when he was close enough, Nishikido reached out and grabbed the hand that was holding the compact. Katou turned towards Nishikido and blushed.
"Now, now, now. Where's your manly pride? A compact? Ah, but you guess you've purged yourself of that, haven't you?"
Katou tried to pull his arm free of Nishikido's grasp, not looking the other man in the eye, "Please... let me go."
"So some gross old man can pay you a measly 2,000 yen for a blowjob behind the station. Damn your cheap!"
Katou stilled, quietly replying, "I'm not that cheap..."
"Whatever it is, it's a pittance. You can't even call youself a real whore you know. The real whores are in Shinjuku and Ginza and Roppongi. They don't wait out at the little suburb stations for the salarymen to come home to their families."
Katou kept his eyes turned away from Nishikido, but there was enough light from nearby lamps for Nishikido to make out the tiniest beginnings of tears.
Reaching out with his other hand, Nishikido looped a finger through a beltloop on Katou's pants and pulled him closer, until they were almost flush with each other. Katou tried to push Nishikido away with his free hand, but there was no strength behind his attempt.
"Hey," Nishikido whispered, "why don't we play tonight? I'm better looking than any of those old men."
Katou snapped his head towards Nishikido, "Atleast the old men don't mock me!"
Nishikido smiled, "So, there is some fight in you. Good. It's always better than way."
Letting go of the beltloop and pulling him by the arm, Nishikido led Katou back in the direction of the bar, but turned down an alley just beforehand. There was a car parked next to the building. Nishikido pushed Katou towards the passenger door and got in.
Nishikido put the keys in the ignition, but only turned on the radio.
"You say you're not cheap. Hmph, what's that mean?"
Katou tentively looked at Nishikido, "Do you mean-"
"Your prices, retard."
Katou blushed again, "Handjob, 2,000 yen. Blowjob, 4,000 yen."
"And all the way?"
Katou turned away from Nishikido and looked out the window at nothing, "I don't go all the way."
"Ah, suburb whores, such morals."
"If you keep mocking me, I'm going to start charging you for the priviledge."
Nishikido laughed, reaching up and pulling on the collar of Katou's shirt, "Well, then, I'll have to chose my words carefully then."
Katou turned and looked at Nishikido. The hand on his collar was now behind his head, pulling him down, and the other was unzipping the fly of his pants. Katou swatted the extra hand out of the way, pushing Nishikido's pants down the slightest bit before slipping a hand in, rubbing at Nishikido's growing erection.
Nishikido's hand ran through Katou's hair, "I'm not paying you for a handjob, asshole."
"Really? I thought shoving my face into your crotch meant a handjob."
Katou didn't give Nishikido time to reply though, because soon enough, Katou was licking a line up the side of Nishikido's cock and adjusting himself in the seat so he could get a better angle.
Nishikido sighed, one hand gripped the steering wheel and the other petting Katou's hair. He had to admit, the kid was professional - as much a street whore could be. He knew how to tease enough that it was great, but not too much that he just became a cocktease.
Katou's head bobbed up and down in his lap, and Nishikido couldn't help but stare and focus solely on the feeling of Katou's tongue lavishing love upon him, and the hand softly rubbing his leg through the fabric of his pants.
Katou started speeding up his actions, and Nishikido stopped petting Katou's head and instead settled for tangling his fingers in his hair. His breath came in short gasps and the occasional moan when Katou did something unexpected. Nishikido became so absorbed in the feeling that he barely had time to whisper out a warning to Katou, and didn't even think if it was audible over the radio. But whether or not he heard it, Katou kept going. Nishikido's hand tightened, pulling Katou's hair and he moaned loudly, clearly over the music. Katou stilled, waiting for Nishikido to come down from his high. When he finally did sit up, Katou licked his lips, but Nishikido didn't say anything, nor did he move his hand from Katou's hair. They sat in silence, just listening to the radio for a few minutes.
"You have a big debt or something like that, right? That's why you're doing this?"
Katou looked out the window, again, at nothing, "...Yeah...A debt."
Nishikido turned and glared, "Don't lie to me."
Katou looked at Nishikido's reflection in the window, "What do you care? And you owe me 4,000 yen."
Nishikido didn't break eye contact with Katou as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. He pulled out a bill and roughly handed it to Katou.
Katou looked down at the bill; Yukichi Fukuzawa's face on a 10,000 yen note looked back up at him, "I don't have change for this."
Nishikido snorted, "I never said I wanted change."
Katou bowed slightly to Nishikido before getting out the car and walking away.
--
Two weeks later, Nishikido was back in the crappy suburb bar, with the same bartender and the same nearly passed-out drunk in a booth. When the door creaked open and Nishikido saw the bartender reach for a glass and the bottle of scotch, he laughed quietly to himself, and turned towards the door.
end
EDIT
NOW WITH RANDOM TRIVIA!
Originally, the first couple of paragraphs were written with Pi instead of Ryo. But when I tried to write Pi as a mean bastard, I just couldn't. My subconscious wouldn't allow it. So, Pi became Ryo.