Advancement
TITLE: Advancement
PAIRING: Ryo/Shige
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 5,363
SUMMARY: Because two healthy 20-something’s would be boning all the time. (Also included are some random fluffy drabbles, cause I fail at writing porn.)
NOTES: Whore!verse. Written because I need to write beyond the G-rating.
all things sweet.
When Ryo leaves the room to take a shower, Shige is completely awake, half reading from a law text, and half listening to the TV news. Five minutes later, when Ryo gets out of the shower, Shige’s passed out on the couch, TV still on, textbook on the floor. Ryo blinks, looks around the room, trying to figure out how things changed so quickly, but there’s nothing obvious. Gingerly, he steps around the couch, turns off the TV and debates with himself what to do.
Carrying a blanket from the bedroom is easier than carrying Shige to the bedroom, Ryo muses to himself. But when he’s standing near Shige’s head at the end of the couch, holding the blanket, listening to Shige breathe, Ryo swears at himself and takes the blanket back to the bedroom.
As gently as he can, Ryo slings Shige’s arm over his shoulder and then picks him up below his knees and back. Ryo takes a minute to adjust Shige in his arms and then steps out from between the couch and the coffee table. Shige mutters into Ryo’s shoulder and flexes his arm a little bit. Ryo’s right arm twitches and he walks that much faster into the bedroom, dumping Shige onto the bed more roughly than he’d really meant to.
Shige rolls onto his stomach, grumbles into the bedspread and then turns to look at Ryo. “Huh?”
“You fell asleep in front of the TV.”
Shige looks around. “The TV?”
“Yeah,” Ryo says, sitting on the edge of the bed, checking the alarm on his cell phone.
The bed moves a little, and arms come around Ryo’s waist, a chin on his thigh. “You carried me.”
Ryo puts the phone down on the side table and turns towards Shige, looking down at him. “Yes. And?”
Shige smiles sleepily, and makes space for Ryo on the bed. Ryo puts a hand on Shige’s hip to keep him from moving any further away. Shige sighs, and Ryo slips the hand up his shirt, warm against Shige’s chest.
hair sticking up at all angles.
Ryo’s standing under the spray of the shower, Yokoyama and Maruyama screaming off to his left, Shibutani and Yasuda having another conversation about what sounds good for dinner. He sighs, looks up, lets the water pelt him in the face, surprised that he doesn’t want Yoko and Maru to shut, or for the other two to make a decision and stick with it. All he wants is for the water to come out with a little more pressure than lazily-dribbling- out. Another minute, and he can’t take it any more. Ryo turns off the water and stomps out, grabbing his towel on the way. He dresses as fast as he can and barely says ‘goodbye’ to his group mates.
He drums his hands anxiously on the steering wheel while he’s sitting in traffic. He presses the button for the elevator rapidly and almost violently, and the whole ride up to his floor, Ryo shifts his weight from foot-to-foot. He takes long strides down the hallway, key in hand, and once inside the apartment, Ryo strips on his way to the bathroom, a wide grin across his face. He throws open the door, ready and excited for his hot shower, only to be met with Shige and his deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression.
Ryo blinks, takes in Shige’s full form, and smirks. “I’m home.”
Shige squeaks, taking a small step away from Ryo. He lets go of his half-erection and tries to cover himself.
Ryo closes the door, and covers the space between them in two steps; not quite flush with each other, but making any escape attempt on Shige’s part impossible.
“W-welcome back.”
Ryo grabs Shige by his shoulders and draws him just a tiny bit closer. One hand follows the line of Shige’s arm down to where he’s covering himself, and Ryo leans in, lips ghosting across Shige’s neck.
“It seems like you really missed me today.”
Shige’s only answer is a deep moan, when Ryo’s hand continues down a short ways and rubs the inside of his thigh, and then trails back up, knocking Shige’s own hand out of the way. Ryo keeps teasing him - soft touches on his stomach, lingering fingers on his thighs. Shige’s writhing against the wall, trying to push himself to where Ryo’s hand is, but is never able to catch up. Ryo leans in, nips and kisses from the hollow to Shige’s throat to his shoulder, and then back. Ryo tightens his hand around Shige’s member, who moans again, and scrambles for some kind of purchase on the wet tile wall. Ryo grins against Shige neck, moves his hand out from between their bodies and pulls them flush together.
“You’ll never know,” Ryo whispers, “how happy I am that I rushed out of work today.”
And then Ryo grinds his hips into Shige’s, pushing them back into the tile wall. Shige chokes on his breath, and reciprocates the action. His hands move from pressed against the wall to one wrapping around Ryo’s shoulders and the other around his waist, and then the two lose themselves in each other. Shige in Ryo’s strong body and bruising kisses; Ryo in Shige’s throaty moans and the fiery heat where ever their bodies met.
Shige comes first - sharply tugging Ryo even closer, grinding one last time hard upon his pelvis, trembling barely, and then dropping his head onto Ryo’s shoulder. The pair are still for a minute, before Ryo growls quietly, low in his chest, and pushes Shige back against the wall.
“What-“
“Shut up.”
Ryo leans in, sucking hard on Shige’s jaw, just below the ear. One hand on Shige’s hip, occasionally rubbing over the hip bone, and the other fast and sure over his shaft. Shige can feel Ryo’s hand slide against his stomach with each thrust, and he can’t help but think of it as almost overly erotic - Ryo working on catching up, not in too much of a hurry, using his mere presence to get off. Ryo bites his neck, and Shige can’t help but let out a half-whine, half-moan of “Ryo”. Teeth bite at his collarbone again, followed by Ryo jerking, stilling, and a thick-runny-something trailing down Shige’s hip and thigh.
Surprisingly enough, it’s Ryo who moves first. His shoulders shake with a quiet laugh, and then he reaches behind Shige and grabs the soap, taking another step back to give them both some room in the bath. Shige immediately goes for the showerhead, washing his hip. Within a minute, Ryo’s batting it away, running lathered hands over Shige’s stomach and torso.
the heart must pause to breathe.
For once, it’s Shige who’s turning the key in the lock at 9:30pm, having just arrived from a late-night study session. Ryo’s talking - on the phone - and Shige mutters a “I’m home,” not expecting a reply, and not getting one. He walks further into the apartment, leaning over the back of the couch were Ryo’s lying down, and right away notices the bag of ice on Ryo’s lower back.
Ryo’s looks up. “I’ve got to go.” And closes his phone. “You’re finally back.”
Shige pokes the ice bag, feeling more water than ice. “What happened?”
“Ohkura tripped and rammed into Yokoyama, and they both fell on me during dance practice. Fell kind of awkwardly, and now my back hurts like a bitch.”
Shige picks up the bag. “I’ll get you more ice.”
“How does it look?”
Shige turns back and lifts the back of Ryo’s shirt up a little more. “Swollen. A little bruised, maybe.”
“Fuck.”
He leaves, comes back with a new bag of ice and puts it on Ryo. “Does it hurt anywhere else?”
Ryo’s quiet, obviously judging himself. “Yeah. My whole back’s sore from falling.”
Shige doesn’t say anything, and it isn’t until Ryo hears noise in the bathroom that he even realizes the other left. He turns his head, just as Shige’s coming back into the room, holding a clear bottle filled with light purple moisturizer - L’Occitane - that Shige considers too nice for anything but special occasions and pampering. Ryo grins and starts trying to wriggle out of his shirt. He winces more often than any progress is made, and eventually, Shige grabs the bottom hem and gently pulls it off.
When Shige’s warm, slick hands land on his lower back, run up his spine and start massaging out the tension of the day, Ryo sighs and settles into the couch, even further. With many months of practice under his belt, Shige knows the best techniques and all the spots where Ryo carries stress, so it doesn’t take long for the painful gasps to turn into relaxed sighs. Shige kneads Ryo’s shoulders a few more times before he pauses, and then leans over Ryo’s back, and kisses him, once, on the back of the neck.
“I feel a lot better now.”
Shige rests his head on Ryo’s shoulder and says, “I’m glad.”
a body like a temple.
Shige looks at his watch nervously, and then back up at the cross walk light - still mocking him with its red, still man. Shige taps his foot and idly looks around, hoping that will speed up the changing of the light. He walks this street almost everyday, so when something changes - like a storefront, or a vending machine, or the weekly sales in the convenience stores - he makes a tiny mental note of it. So when Shige turns his head and sees a new billboard, he takes notice.
It probably also helps that Ryo’s on it, no shirt, morning-after hair, giving bedroom eyes.
Shige’s so engrossed in staring at the billboard, that he misses the red, still man turning into a green, walking man, and not even the movement of all the other people on the sidewalk are able steal his attention. When Shige does finally notice that he missed the light, he swears, a little bit too loudly, and stares at the cross walk light. But his eyes start to drift, and Shige has to tear them back to the light. Shige swallows, brushes his hair out of his face, and starts walking the second the light changes. But that doesn’t change the fact that the image of the billboard is seared into his brain.
When Shige does finally arrive at campus, instead of going to the class he’s late for, he heads straight for one of the single bathrooms in the science building and locks the door behind him. Frantically digging through his bag, Shige pulls out his phone, and calls Ryo.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Rin-
“Hey. It’s rare for you to call me. What’s up?”
“I saw your billboard.”
“…You’re going to have to be more specific. I’m on a lot of billboards.”
Shige doesn’t even have to try to remember the image - it’s already there. “No shirt. Sex hair. Sex eyes. Dammit, Ryo.”
“Ooooh, that one. For the cologne.” Shige hadn’t even bothered remembering the foreign sounding name in the corner of the advertisement. “By the way, what’s that echo I hear?”
“Um-“
“Are you in a bathroom?”
“Um-“
Ryo smirks, and Shige can hear it. “You are in a bathroom. Good timing. I just got off on a break.” Ryo mutters something to some one on his side.
“Uh, Ryo, this isn’t what it seems like. I just-“
“What did you like best about that one?”
Shige tries to think of a good answer, but all his brain is still processing is the billboard advertisement and before he can stop himself, he says, “Everything.”
“Shige.” Ryo’s voice is quieter now, and there’s an echo on his side too. “What would you do if I looked at you with those eyes?”
Shige groans and slams his head against the wall harder than he’d really meant to.
“Have I been neglecting you?”
Suddenly, Shige jumps, looking down, realizing that his previously unoccupied left hand is now rubbing at the front of his pants and Shige doesn’t quite have the willpower to stop it.
“Shige.” Ryo’s voice sounds a little strained. “Shige, what are you doing?”
“By the sound of things,” Shige sighs as he unbuckles his belt, “the same as you.”
Ryo laughs. “Are you- are you pretending it’s my hand on you?”
Shige chokes.
“Because I’m imagining it’s your hand on me.”
And before Shige can even realize what happening, he’s throwing off his pants, sliding to the floor, shoving his left hand into his underwear, the billboard prominent in his mind. Somewhere in his clouded head, Shige can hear Ryo quietly laughing, softly teasing him for masturbating in a bathroom on campus. But when Shige arches off the wall, and groans a deep “Ryooooo”, he can hear the other drop his phone, and then come back to the line, breathing much deeper than before.
“Shige. Shige.”
He mutters nonsense, and finally a quiet, “Ryo.”
“Say something, idiot.”
“… You should have warned me about that damn billboard.”
sweet music that falls like stars.
Generally speaking, Shige doesn’t bother waiting up for Ryo when he goes out drinking or partying, or whatever it he does. He’ll stumble into the apartment at some ungodly hour, bump into the wall and dresser as he strips out of his clothes, and is asleep within 10 seconds of getting into bed. So, when Shige hears the key turn in the lock and Ryo meander down the hallway a little more loudly than normal, he doesn’t think anything of it. Ryo’s still loud, cursing to himself as he gets out of his jeans and sweater, and Shige is patient - expecting the other to fall asleep in a matter of seconds. The bed dips, and Shige can feel Ryo groping around for him, so Shige extends his hand and bumps into Ryo’s wrist. Ryo crawls further into bed, pulling the blankets back, pillowing his head on Shige’s chest and throwing an arm across Shige’s waist. He settles, and Shige does too, and they both fall asleep.
It feels like almost immediately, Ryo moves, getting out of bed and stumbling down to the hall. Shige rubs his eyes and looks at the clock - 3:13am. He can’t tell if they were asleep for a few hours or a few minutes. He hears the toilet flush, and a second later, Ryo walks back into the bedroom and resumes his previous sleeping position. Shige keeps himself awake for a few minutes longer, incase Ryo decides to get up again. But he doesn’t, and Shige can only force himself to stay awake for so long.
The second time Ryo wakes up, he’s unsteady and puts a hand on Shige’s chest to sturdy himself, and then forgetting the hand is on Shige’s chest, puts all his weight on that hand to try and propel himself into a sitting position. But the second Ryo shifts his weight and puts it on Shige’s chest, he jerks awake, yelping. It startles Ryo, whose hand slips and sends even more of his body weight crashing down on Shige. All and all, it’s very ungraceful. Shige wants to curl up into the fetal position, but Ryo’s getting up, leaning over him, looking worried.
“You ‘kay?”
He still sounds kind of drunk, and Shige exhales. “Be more careful when you get up.”
Ryo puts his head on Shige’s shoulder and mumbles something that sounds like an apology, but it’s too garbled to hear.
“Whatever you got up for, go do it.”
Ryo sits back up, scratches his chest lightly, and then trudges into the kitchen. He comes back a minute later with a cup.
“I’m drinkin’ water!” Ryo smiles.
“… I’m so proud of you,” Shige grumbles and turns his face into the pillow.
love in all its forms.
Sometimes, Shige can’t help but be dragged out of the apartment (only occasionally kicking and screaming) to hang out with Ryo’s idol friends. It’s usually a few of the guys from Kanjani8 who happen to be in town, Tegoshi (a few times his duet partner, Masuda, has come as well), and Yamashita tends to make an appearance from time to time, which always makes Shige tense for a few minutes until he’s sure that Akanishi isn’t right behind him some where.
The standard plan is karaoke, and perhaps afterwards some drinking at a nice bar if there are people with the energy and time. But because the bar is always an uncertain, every one makes sure to get quite drunk at karaoke, with the exceptions of Shige, who doesn’t like to be excessively drunk in the first place, and Ryo, who likes to stay sober enough that he has the motor skills to pull drunken-Tegoshi off Shige without accidentally hurting any one. So the pair sit in a corner, watch the other drunken members of the room scream into the microphone and dance on the table, Ryo’s hand not holding a beer either slung across Shige’s shoulder or resting on his thigh.
It happens once, during these drunken-karaoke-fests, that Ryo gets a little more drunk than normal. He stands on the booth bench near the front with Yasuda and they dramatically scream-sing a rock ballad, dancing during the guitar solo and just before the lyrics start again, Ryo turns, wanting Shige to come up and sing too, and sees Tegoshi all over Shige - playing with his hair, pinching his cheeks, poking his biceps - who is giving Ryo the most desperate Help. Me. NOW.-look Ryo has ever seen. The duet becomes a solo, if Yasuda even notices, while Ryo stomps back to them.
“Tegoshi,” Ryo yells, barely audile over the music. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”
Tegoshi smiles, cheeks red. “I love Shige!”
Shige coughs and pushes at Tegoshi.
Calmly - considering the situation - Ryo hauls Tegoshi off Shige and practically throws him at Murakami, who tells Ryo to be nice to kouhai, before completely forgetting what just happened and starting a conversation with Tegoshi about the national soccer team.
sunlight playing in your shadow.
It’s cloudy and somewhat cold in Tokyo - and really, every where in the Kantou region - when Ryo decides that he wants to go to the beach. Shige looks up from a book and gives him a questioning look, about to say something, but Ryo cuts him off, and doles out work duties to get everything in order for the day trip. Which is why Shige finds himself in the kitchen, getting their lunches together.
“You’d better make mine cute!” Ryo calls from the bedroom closet, and Shige doesn’t change what he’s doing at all.
And hour later, they’re in the car, on some tiny little back road with Ryo yelling at the navigation system.
“In 10 meters, take a left.”
In 10 meters, there is no left. Only a right. And it’s a driveway. Ryo screams.
15 minutes later, after convincing Ryo to stop at a convenience store to calm down, Shige goes inside and asks the clerk how to get to the highway. The middle-aged woman gives the most concise and clear directions he’s ever heard, and even draws a map.
And finally, an hour and a half later, they arrive at the beach. Cloudy, wind blowing, cold.
“Well, that only took twice as long as it was supposed.”
“Get the lunches out of the back, prodigy.”
There’s no one else at the beach - normal, sane people wouldn’t go during such weather to begin with - and the pair huddle together for warmth at a picnic table and eat their lunches, doing their best to keep things from flying off the table. And once they’re both done, Shige practically begs to go back to Tokyo, and Ryo, of course, refuses. He wants to sit and appreciate the view out onto the water, but it’s cold and miserable, so Shige goes to sit and appreciate from the interior of the car. Within five minutes, Ryo is trudging back to the car.
He opens the door. “I look like a loser sitting out there all on my own.”
“Either get in or close the door. You’re letting the air in.”
Ryo grumbles and steps inside the car. “We’re not leaving yet.”
“I don’t mind staying, as long as I can stay in here where it’s at least slightly warm.”
Ryo puts his hand on the back of Shige’s seat and cracks his back, and when he’s done, pokes Shige lightly in the neck. Shige twitches and looks at Ryo, but doesn’t say anything. Shige leans over a little bit and pokes Ryo back, in the torso, and Ryo grins. Shige turns back to the ocean, and they’re both quiet, until Ryo smushes Shige’s hair down.
“Hey!” Shige bats Ryo’s hand away and tries to fix the damage that’s been done. “You messed it up…”
Ryo’s hand sliding across the back of his neck startles Shige, but he doesn’t fight when Ryo pulls him closer and whispers in his ear, “It always looks better messed up.”
No more time is wasted as Ryo moves and crashes his lips against Shige’s. The angle is awkward, and Shige makes a quiet, irritated-sounding whine (probably because of the crick in the neck he’ll have in a few minutes if they keep this up), but Ryo runs his hand through Shige’s hair and brushes it against his cheek, and some how, Shige doesn’t seem so irked anymore. They break for air, Ryo trying to get closer, but only succeeding in beeping the horn several times and dragging Shige around so the gear shift is digging into his stomach uncomfortably.
“The backseat,” Shige finally says.
Ryo pauses in his movements and then laughs quietly. “How eager, Shige. Don’t worry. We have plenty of time.”
Shige blanches and Ryo pushes him between the front seats in the back, crawling through after him. Shige’s back is against the window, eyes already looking fuzzy, legs a little wider than how a guy would normally sit, and Ryo licks his lips, leering as he places a leg between Shige’s, and the other braced against the floor. When Ryo rests his hands on Shige’s hips, the other sighs and draws closer to Ryo and kisses his forehead, before moving to his lips. Ryo moves his hands up, underneath Shige’s shirt and runs them all the way up his back to Shige’s shoulder blades, and even then, he doesn’t stop. Shige sits back, a little confused, giving Ryo the prefect opportunity to pull the shirt over Shige’s head and throw it into the front seat. Immediately, Ryo descends onto Shige, hands all over his body, mouth tonguing its way across Shige’s collarbone.
Shige relaxes back into the door of the car, and Ryo advances with him, leaving no space between them. But the second Shige’s bareback hits the cold window, he jumps forward, knocking his chin into Ryo’s head. Ryo leans back, rubbing the sore spot and giving Shige a questioning look.
“… It’s cold!”
Ryo snorts. “Man up.”
Shige frowns and moves forward into Ryo’s space without warning. Shige’s pulling and pushing at his shoulders and shuffling around, and Ryo is utterly clueless as to what’s going on. That is, until he barely feels the bite of the cold window through the back of his shirt and Shige’s practically looming over him, a smug look on his face. Ryo wants to say something and takes a deep breath, preparing a vague complaint, but when Shige’s hand runs up his thigh and pops open his belt buckle, Ryo shuts his mouth. Shige laughs quietly and scoots down further, face level with Ryo’s navel. Without losing a beat, Shige finishes with the belt, pulls down the zipper, and tugs Ryo’s jeans down to his thighs.
Ryo’s hypnotized, watching Shige’s every movement as he licks a line from Ryo’s navel to the elastic band of his boxers, and breaths heavily. When Shige finally pulls the fabric out of the way and sucks at the base of Ryo’s cock, Ryo nearly slams his head back into the glass, and only barely catches himself at the last moment. Shige’s hands move - one encircling the top half of Ryo’s erection, and the other resting on Ryo’s hip. Shige’s lazy with his movements, teasing Ryo, working him up, and when Ryo realizes that - that Shige’s not trying to get him off yet - Ryo can’t help but groan and fist a hand in Shige’s hair at the base of his neck.
Ryo tugs a little, getting Shige’s attention and forcing him to look up. Flushed, lips wet and red, breathy gasps, and Ryo can’t take it any more. He pulls Shige up further, until their even with each other, Shige semi-kneeling on the backseat, and Ryo wastes no time in pushing Shige’s pants down and cupping Shige through his underwear. Shige keens and tightens his hands in Ryo’s shirt. He growls, pitching himself forward and sucking on Shige’s bottom lip. Ryo keeps rubbing, perhaps a little harshly, at the front of Shige’s underwear, and eventually pulls it down out of the way, and grasps Shige around the base of his erection. Shige breaks the kiss, moaning, rolling his hips into Ryo’s hand.
After a few minutes, Ryo retracts his hand and pushes Shige back, until leaning against the opposite door. Ryo stands up as much as he can, and leans over the center console, popping it open and throwing pens, ripped maps, and small packs of Kleenex into the front seats.
Ryo hears Shige move and say in a breathy voice, “Are you looking for-“
“Yes.”
Shige’s quiet, but then says, “Glove compartment.”
Ryo smirks and reaches further forward, opens the glove compartment, and is immediately greeted by the presence of square and rectangular foil wrappers. He smirks, grabs what he needs, returns to the backseat and drags Shige closer by his hips.
Shige lays down on the backseat and watches Ryo while he takes off his shirt and push his jeans and boxers far down on his thighs, and then pull what’s left of Shige’s clothing completely off. Ryo leans over, kissing Shige’s chest and stomach while ripping open the first foil pack and squeezing its contents into his hand. Slowly, Ryo pushes a finger in, and Shige exhales and moves his hips slightly. When Ryo adds the second, Shige makes a quiet choking noise and arches his back, and Ryo is quick to scoot up and kiss Shige’s brow. As soon as Shige’s hips start jerking, Ryo moves for a third finger, but Shige stops him.
“Ryo,” he says, eyes glassy. “Stop wasting time.”
“What?”
Shige pushes at Ryo’s shoulder, until he sits up and follows then follows him. Reaching over to the top of console, Shige grabs the second foil packet, calmly rips it open, pulls out the condom and rolls it down Ryo’s erection. Ryo watches every movement and a mutters a, “Fuck, Shige,” as the other’s hands linger. Ryo turns his body - back against the seat rest - and then pulls Shige towards him.
Shige’s not stupid when it comes to things like this, and he knows what’s going on, and in what order Ryo wants it to happen. So he just smirks and sighs and straddles Ryo’s lap. It takes a few tries for everything to work out, but soon enough, Shige’s lowering himself down, Ryo hands on his hips, vaguely shaking, obviously fighting the huge to just do whatever the hell he wants with Shige. He settles, takes a deep breath - Ryo’s hands tighten - and then Shige rolls.
Ryo makes a gurgly, happy noise, lets his head loll back on the headrest; he thrusts up to meet Shige, and does his best to control Shige’s pace with his hands. Shige’s got one hand on Ryo’s shoulder and the other on Ryo’s knee, almost desperately trying to keep himself balanced, because he’s pretty sure Ryo’s too far gone to be looking out for him. Shige jolts and moans suddenly when Ryo moves a hand to play with Shige, running a thumb over the head. Ryo lifts his head back up, leering like an idiot and moving the other hand off Shige’s hip.
And that’s when Shige realizes he’s doing 90% of the work. Hips flying back and forth, rolling, sweat rolling down his back, and now Ryo’s just sitting there, barely doing anything, like he’s earned that privilege.
“Ryo,”
“Yes?” He says, barely above a whisper.
Shige moves his other hand to Ryo’s knee, leaning back. “Don’t be rude.”
“But you look so content and-“
“Ryo.”
He laughs. “Fine, fine. You’ll have to get off me then.”
Moving his hands to Ryo’s shoulders, Shige pitches himself forward and can’t help the groan that escape when he lifts himself and Ryo slips free. And while he would have liked a moment to calm himself and catch his breath, Ryo is persistent, already lightly shoving him off. Shige lays down, and Ryo’s immediately upon him, scooting himself closer in between Shige’s legs and pushing back inside of Shige’s body. Ryo doesn’t hesitate or wait - he goes right back to where they’d left off - only now, it’s Ryo doing most of the work.
It’s kinky - having sex in the backseat of the car at a deserted beach parking lot - and they’re both worked up, far beyond the point of finesse. Shige pants, holding his own legs out of Ryo’s way. For his part, Ryo’s leaning forward over Shige’s body, nearly all of his weight on his hands on the seat bottom, so he can move his hips that much faster. And while it’s not exactly his character, Ryo can’t help the moans and breathy, “Shige”’s that keep falling from his lips. With each passing second, Ryo loses himself further, blocking out everything that isn’t Shige, until they’re the only two people left in the world. Almost frantically, he leans down, aiming for Shige’s lips, but misses and ends up muttering a groan into his neck as he rides out his orgasm.
Ryo’s still, breathing deeply, feeling warm and doesn’t bother moving until he feels Shige start getting restless. Slowly, he pulls away from Shige, reaches into the front seats and grabs a small packet of tissues. He takes off the condom and wraps it up in several tissues. A deep sigh grabs his attention and he turns back to Shige, who has a hand wrapped around his still hard member, slowly jerking it. Ryo clicks his tongue, scoots closer and tugs Shige’s wrist until he lets go.
Shige tries glaring, but it fails miserably. “What?”
Ryo doesn’t say anything, just grins, and wraps his own hand around Shige, who sighs and closes his eyes. It’s not until Shige feels a wet something hesitantly touch the underside of his head that he sits up and finds Ryo sucking on it.
Shige gasps, practically shaking. “You don’t- don’t have to-“
“I know,” Ryo says, pausing for only a second to speak.
Shige groans and collapses back onto the seat, vaguely wonders if this other person in the car with him is actually Ryo - Ryo who is a fan of blowjobs, as long as he’s the one on the receiving end; Ryo who has only offered Shige a blowjob once, and it was in a completely joking manner. He feels Ryo wrap a hand around the base of his erection, still sucking on the head, and Shige whimpers his name. Ryo’s mouth leaves Shige, but his hand takes the place, jerking him almost harshly, but Shige’s so close, that he doesn’t even care. Shige keens, throwing his head to the side and spills himself into Ryo’s hand.
When the moment is over, and Shige regains his sanity, he nearly screams and grabs Ryo, who’s wiping his hands on a tissue, by the shoulders and shakes him, “We had sex in the backseat of your car! At the beach!”
Ryo smirks, seemingly proud of himself. “We did.”
Shige pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.
And even though it’s still pretty cold outside, the car windows are down for the entirety of the hour long drive back to Tokyo, because Shige would rather be freezing than smell nothing but sex every time he steps into Ryo’s car.
PAIRING: Ryo/Shige
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 5,363
SUMMARY: Because two healthy 20-something’s would be boning all the time. (Also included are some random fluffy drabbles, cause I fail at writing porn.)
NOTES: Whore!verse. Written because I need to write beyond the G-rating.
all things sweet.
When Ryo leaves the room to take a shower, Shige is completely awake, half reading from a law text, and half listening to the TV news. Five minutes later, when Ryo gets out of the shower, Shige’s passed out on the couch, TV still on, textbook on the floor. Ryo blinks, looks around the room, trying to figure out how things changed so quickly, but there’s nothing obvious. Gingerly, he steps around the couch, turns off the TV and debates with himself what to do.
Carrying a blanket from the bedroom is easier than carrying Shige to the bedroom, Ryo muses to himself. But when he’s standing near Shige’s head at the end of the couch, holding the blanket, listening to Shige breathe, Ryo swears at himself and takes the blanket back to the bedroom.
As gently as he can, Ryo slings Shige’s arm over his shoulder and then picks him up below his knees and back. Ryo takes a minute to adjust Shige in his arms and then steps out from between the couch and the coffee table. Shige mutters into Ryo’s shoulder and flexes his arm a little bit. Ryo’s right arm twitches and he walks that much faster into the bedroom, dumping Shige onto the bed more roughly than he’d really meant to.
Shige rolls onto his stomach, grumbles into the bedspread and then turns to look at Ryo. “Huh?”
“You fell asleep in front of the TV.”
Shige looks around. “The TV?”
“Yeah,” Ryo says, sitting on the edge of the bed, checking the alarm on his cell phone.
The bed moves a little, and arms come around Ryo’s waist, a chin on his thigh. “You carried me.”
Ryo puts the phone down on the side table and turns towards Shige, looking down at him. “Yes. And?”
Shige smiles sleepily, and makes space for Ryo on the bed. Ryo puts a hand on Shige’s hip to keep him from moving any further away. Shige sighs, and Ryo slips the hand up his shirt, warm against Shige’s chest.
hair sticking up at all angles.
Ryo’s standing under the spray of the shower, Yokoyama and Maruyama screaming off to his left, Shibutani and Yasuda having another conversation about what sounds good for dinner. He sighs, looks up, lets the water pelt him in the face, surprised that he doesn’t want Yoko and Maru to shut, or for the other two to make a decision and stick with it. All he wants is for the water to come out with a little more pressure than lazily-dribbling- out. Another minute, and he can’t take it any more. Ryo turns off the water and stomps out, grabbing his towel on the way. He dresses as fast as he can and barely says ‘goodbye’ to his group mates.
He drums his hands anxiously on the steering wheel while he’s sitting in traffic. He presses the button for the elevator rapidly and almost violently, and the whole ride up to his floor, Ryo shifts his weight from foot-to-foot. He takes long strides down the hallway, key in hand, and once inside the apartment, Ryo strips on his way to the bathroom, a wide grin across his face. He throws open the door, ready and excited for his hot shower, only to be met with Shige and his deer-caught-in-the-headlights expression.
Ryo blinks, takes in Shige’s full form, and smirks. “I’m home.”
Shige squeaks, taking a small step away from Ryo. He lets go of his half-erection and tries to cover himself.
Ryo closes the door, and covers the space between them in two steps; not quite flush with each other, but making any escape attempt on Shige’s part impossible.
“W-welcome back.”
Ryo grabs Shige by his shoulders and draws him just a tiny bit closer. One hand follows the line of Shige’s arm down to where he’s covering himself, and Ryo leans in, lips ghosting across Shige’s neck.
“It seems like you really missed me today.”
Shige’s only answer is a deep moan, when Ryo’s hand continues down a short ways and rubs the inside of his thigh, and then trails back up, knocking Shige’s own hand out of the way. Ryo keeps teasing him - soft touches on his stomach, lingering fingers on his thighs. Shige’s writhing against the wall, trying to push himself to where Ryo’s hand is, but is never able to catch up. Ryo leans in, nips and kisses from the hollow to Shige’s throat to his shoulder, and then back. Ryo tightens his hand around Shige’s member, who moans again, and scrambles for some kind of purchase on the wet tile wall. Ryo grins against Shige neck, moves his hand out from between their bodies and pulls them flush together.
“You’ll never know,” Ryo whispers, “how happy I am that I rushed out of work today.”
And then Ryo grinds his hips into Shige’s, pushing them back into the tile wall. Shige chokes on his breath, and reciprocates the action. His hands move from pressed against the wall to one wrapping around Ryo’s shoulders and the other around his waist, and then the two lose themselves in each other. Shige in Ryo’s strong body and bruising kisses; Ryo in Shige’s throaty moans and the fiery heat where ever their bodies met.
Shige comes first - sharply tugging Ryo even closer, grinding one last time hard upon his pelvis, trembling barely, and then dropping his head onto Ryo’s shoulder. The pair are still for a minute, before Ryo growls quietly, low in his chest, and pushes Shige back against the wall.
“What-“
“Shut up.”
Ryo leans in, sucking hard on Shige’s jaw, just below the ear. One hand on Shige’s hip, occasionally rubbing over the hip bone, and the other fast and sure over his shaft. Shige can feel Ryo’s hand slide against his stomach with each thrust, and he can’t help but think of it as almost overly erotic - Ryo working on catching up, not in too much of a hurry, using his mere presence to get off. Ryo bites his neck, and Shige can’t help but let out a half-whine, half-moan of “Ryo”. Teeth bite at his collarbone again, followed by Ryo jerking, stilling, and a thick-runny-something trailing down Shige’s hip and thigh.
Surprisingly enough, it’s Ryo who moves first. His shoulders shake with a quiet laugh, and then he reaches behind Shige and grabs the soap, taking another step back to give them both some room in the bath. Shige immediately goes for the showerhead, washing his hip. Within a minute, Ryo’s batting it away, running lathered hands over Shige’s stomach and torso.
the heart must pause to breathe.
For once, it’s Shige who’s turning the key in the lock at 9:30pm, having just arrived from a late-night study session. Ryo’s talking - on the phone - and Shige mutters a “I’m home,” not expecting a reply, and not getting one. He walks further into the apartment, leaning over the back of the couch were Ryo’s lying down, and right away notices the bag of ice on Ryo’s lower back.
Ryo’s looks up. “I’ve got to go.” And closes his phone. “You’re finally back.”
Shige pokes the ice bag, feeling more water than ice. “What happened?”
“Ohkura tripped and rammed into Yokoyama, and they both fell on me during dance practice. Fell kind of awkwardly, and now my back hurts like a bitch.”
Shige picks up the bag. “I’ll get you more ice.”
“How does it look?”
Shige turns back and lifts the back of Ryo’s shirt up a little more. “Swollen. A little bruised, maybe.”
“Fuck.”
He leaves, comes back with a new bag of ice and puts it on Ryo. “Does it hurt anywhere else?”
Ryo’s quiet, obviously judging himself. “Yeah. My whole back’s sore from falling.”
Shige doesn’t say anything, and it isn’t until Ryo hears noise in the bathroom that he even realizes the other left. He turns his head, just as Shige’s coming back into the room, holding a clear bottle filled with light purple moisturizer - L’Occitane - that Shige considers too nice for anything but special occasions and pampering. Ryo grins and starts trying to wriggle out of his shirt. He winces more often than any progress is made, and eventually, Shige grabs the bottom hem and gently pulls it off.
When Shige’s warm, slick hands land on his lower back, run up his spine and start massaging out the tension of the day, Ryo sighs and settles into the couch, even further. With many months of practice under his belt, Shige knows the best techniques and all the spots where Ryo carries stress, so it doesn’t take long for the painful gasps to turn into relaxed sighs. Shige kneads Ryo’s shoulders a few more times before he pauses, and then leans over Ryo’s back, and kisses him, once, on the back of the neck.
“I feel a lot better now.”
Shige rests his head on Ryo’s shoulder and says, “I’m glad.”
a body like a temple.
Shige looks at his watch nervously, and then back up at the cross walk light - still mocking him with its red, still man. Shige taps his foot and idly looks around, hoping that will speed up the changing of the light. He walks this street almost everyday, so when something changes - like a storefront, or a vending machine, or the weekly sales in the convenience stores - he makes a tiny mental note of it. So when Shige turns his head and sees a new billboard, he takes notice.
It probably also helps that Ryo’s on it, no shirt, morning-after hair, giving bedroom eyes.
Shige’s so engrossed in staring at the billboard, that he misses the red, still man turning into a green, walking man, and not even the movement of all the other people on the sidewalk are able steal his attention. When Shige does finally notice that he missed the light, he swears, a little bit too loudly, and stares at the cross walk light. But his eyes start to drift, and Shige has to tear them back to the light. Shige swallows, brushes his hair out of his face, and starts walking the second the light changes. But that doesn’t change the fact that the image of the billboard is seared into his brain.
When Shige does finally arrive at campus, instead of going to the class he’s late for, he heads straight for one of the single bathrooms in the science building and locks the door behind him. Frantically digging through his bag, Shige pulls out his phone, and calls Ryo.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Rin-
“Hey. It’s rare for you to call me. What’s up?”
“I saw your billboard.”
“…You’re going to have to be more specific. I’m on a lot of billboards.”
Shige doesn’t even have to try to remember the image - it’s already there. “No shirt. Sex hair. Sex eyes. Dammit, Ryo.”
“Ooooh, that one. For the cologne.” Shige hadn’t even bothered remembering the foreign sounding name in the corner of the advertisement. “By the way, what’s that echo I hear?”
“Um-“
“Are you in a bathroom?”
“Um-“
Ryo smirks, and Shige can hear it. “You are in a bathroom. Good timing. I just got off on a break.” Ryo mutters something to some one on his side.
“Uh, Ryo, this isn’t what it seems like. I just-“
“What did you like best about that one?”
Shige tries to think of a good answer, but all his brain is still processing is the billboard advertisement and before he can stop himself, he says, “Everything.”
“Shige.” Ryo’s voice is quieter now, and there’s an echo on his side too. “What would you do if I looked at you with those eyes?”
Shige groans and slams his head against the wall harder than he’d really meant to.
“Have I been neglecting you?”
Suddenly, Shige jumps, looking down, realizing that his previously unoccupied left hand is now rubbing at the front of his pants and Shige doesn’t quite have the willpower to stop it.
“Shige.” Ryo’s voice sounds a little strained. “Shige, what are you doing?”
“By the sound of things,” Shige sighs as he unbuckles his belt, “the same as you.”
Ryo laughs. “Are you- are you pretending it’s my hand on you?”
Shige chokes.
“Because I’m imagining it’s your hand on me.”
And before Shige can even realize what happening, he’s throwing off his pants, sliding to the floor, shoving his left hand into his underwear, the billboard prominent in his mind. Somewhere in his clouded head, Shige can hear Ryo quietly laughing, softly teasing him for masturbating in a bathroom on campus. But when Shige arches off the wall, and groans a deep “Ryooooo”, he can hear the other drop his phone, and then come back to the line, breathing much deeper than before.
“Shige. Shige.”
He mutters nonsense, and finally a quiet, “Ryo.”
“Say something, idiot.”
“… You should have warned me about that damn billboard.”
sweet music that falls like stars.
Generally speaking, Shige doesn’t bother waiting up for Ryo when he goes out drinking or partying, or whatever it he does. He’ll stumble into the apartment at some ungodly hour, bump into the wall and dresser as he strips out of his clothes, and is asleep within 10 seconds of getting into bed. So, when Shige hears the key turn in the lock and Ryo meander down the hallway a little more loudly than normal, he doesn’t think anything of it. Ryo’s still loud, cursing to himself as he gets out of his jeans and sweater, and Shige is patient - expecting the other to fall asleep in a matter of seconds. The bed dips, and Shige can feel Ryo groping around for him, so Shige extends his hand and bumps into Ryo’s wrist. Ryo crawls further into bed, pulling the blankets back, pillowing his head on Shige’s chest and throwing an arm across Shige’s waist. He settles, and Shige does too, and they both fall asleep.
It feels like almost immediately, Ryo moves, getting out of bed and stumbling down to the hall. Shige rubs his eyes and looks at the clock - 3:13am. He can’t tell if they were asleep for a few hours or a few minutes. He hears the toilet flush, and a second later, Ryo walks back into the bedroom and resumes his previous sleeping position. Shige keeps himself awake for a few minutes longer, incase Ryo decides to get up again. But he doesn’t, and Shige can only force himself to stay awake for so long.
The second time Ryo wakes up, he’s unsteady and puts a hand on Shige’s chest to sturdy himself, and then forgetting the hand is on Shige’s chest, puts all his weight on that hand to try and propel himself into a sitting position. But the second Ryo shifts his weight and puts it on Shige’s chest, he jerks awake, yelping. It startles Ryo, whose hand slips and sends even more of his body weight crashing down on Shige. All and all, it’s very ungraceful. Shige wants to curl up into the fetal position, but Ryo’s getting up, leaning over him, looking worried.
“You ‘kay?”
He still sounds kind of drunk, and Shige exhales. “Be more careful when you get up.”
Ryo puts his head on Shige’s shoulder and mumbles something that sounds like an apology, but it’s too garbled to hear.
“Whatever you got up for, go do it.”
Ryo sits back up, scratches his chest lightly, and then trudges into the kitchen. He comes back a minute later with a cup.
“I’m drinkin’ water!” Ryo smiles.
“… I’m so proud of you,” Shige grumbles and turns his face into the pillow.
love in all its forms.
Sometimes, Shige can’t help but be dragged out of the apartment (only occasionally kicking and screaming) to hang out with Ryo’s idol friends. It’s usually a few of the guys from Kanjani8 who happen to be in town, Tegoshi (a few times his duet partner, Masuda, has come as well), and Yamashita tends to make an appearance from time to time, which always makes Shige tense for a few minutes until he’s sure that Akanishi isn’t right behind him some where.
The standard plan is karaoke, and perhaps afterwards some drinking at a nice bar if there are people with the energy and time. But because the bar is always an uncertain, every one makes sure to get quite drunk at karaoke, with the exceptions of Shige, who doesn’t like to be excessively drunk in the first place, and Ryo, who likes to stay sober enough that he has the motor skills to pull drunken-Tegoshi off Shige without accidentally hurting any one. So the pair sit in a corner, watch the other drunken members of the room scream into the microphone and dance on the table, Ryo’s hand not holding a beer either slung across Shige’s shoulder or resting on his thigh.
It happens once, during these drunken-karaoke-fests, that Ryo gets a little more drunk than normal. He stands on the booth bench near the front with Yasuda and they dramatically scream-sing a rock ballad, dancing during the guitar solo and just before the lyrics start again, Ryo turns, wanting Shige to come up and sing too, and sees Tegoshi all over Shige - playing with his hair, pinching his cheeks, poking his biceps - who is giving Ryo the most desperate Help. Me. NOW.-look Ryo has ever seen. The duet becomes a solo, if Yasuda even notices, while Ryo stomps back to them.
“Tegoshi,” Ryo yells, barely audile over the music. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!”
Tegoshi smiles, cheeks red. “I love Shige!”
Shige coughs and pushes at Tegoshi.
Calmly - considering the situation - Ryo hauls Tegoshi off Shige and practically throws him at Murakami, who tells Ryo to be nice to kouhai, before completely forgetting what just happened and starting a conversation with Tegoshi about the national soccer team.
sunlight playing in your shadow.
It’s cloudy and somewhat cold in Tokyo - and really, every where in the Kantou region - when Ryo decides that he wants to go to the beach. Shige looks up from a book and gives him a questioning look, about to say something, but Ryo cuts him off, and doles out work duties to get everything in order for the day trip. Which is why Shige finds himself in the kitchen, getting their lunches together.
“You’d better make mine cute!” Ryo calls from the bedroom closet, and Shige doesn’t change what he’s doing at all.
And hour later, they’re in the car, on some tiny little back road with Ryo yelling at the navigation system.
“In 10 meters, take a left.”
In 10 meters, there is no left. Only a right. And it’s a driveway. Ryo screams.
15 minutes later, after convincing Ryo to stop at a convenience store to calm down, Shige goes inside and asks the clerk how to get to the highway. The middle-aged woman gives the most concise and clear directions he’s ever heard, and even draws a map.
And finally, an hour and a half later, they arrive at the beach. Cloudy, wind blowing, cold.
“Well, that only took twice as long as it was supposed.”
“Get the lunches out of the back, prodigy.”
There’s no one else at the beach - normal, sane people wouldn’t go during such weather to begin with - and the pair huddle together for warmth at a picnic table and eat their lunches, doing their best to keep things from flying off the table. And once they’re both done, Shige practically begs to go back to Tokyo, and Ryo, of course, refuses. He wants to sit and appreciate the view out onto the water, but it’s cold and miserable, so Shige goes to sit and appreciate from the interior of the car. Within five minutes, Ryo is trudging back to the car.
He opens the door. “I look like a loser sitting out there all on my own.”
“Either get in or close the door. You’re letting the air in.”
Ryo grumbles and steps inside the car. “We’re not leaving yet.”
“I don’t mind staying, as long as I can stay in here where it’s at least slightly warm.”
Ryo puts his hand on the back of Shige’s seat and cracks his back, and when he’s done, pokes Shige lightly in the neck. Shige twitches and looks at Ryo, but doesn’t say anything. Shige leans over a little bit and pokes Ryo back, in the torso, and Ryo grins. Shige turns back to the ocean, and they’re both quiet, until Ryo smushes Shige’s hair down.
“Hey!” Shige bats Ryo’s hand away and tries to fix the damage that’s been done. “You messed it up…”
Ryo’s hand sliding across the back of his neck startles Shige, but he doesn’t fight when Ryo pulls him closer and whispers in his ear, “It always looks better messed up.”
No more time is wasted as Ryo moves and crashes his lips against Shige’s. The angle is awkward, and Shige makes a quiet, irritated-sounding whine (probably because of the crick in the neck he’ll have in a few minutes if they keep this up), but Ryo runs his hand through Shige’s hair and brushes it against his cheek, and some how, Shige doesn’t seem so irked anymore. They break for air, Ryo trying to get closer, but only succeeding in beeping the horn several times and dragging Shige around so the gear shift is digging into his stomach uncomfortably.
“The backseat,” Shige finally says.
Ryo pauses in his movements and then laughs quietly. “How eager, Shige. Don’t worry. We have plenty of time.”
Shige blanches and Ryo pushes him between the front seats in the back, crawling through after him. Shige’s back is against the window, eyes already looking fuzzy, legs a little wider than how a guy would normally sit, and Ryo licks his lips, leering as he places a leg between Shige’s, and the other braced against the floor. When Ryo rests his hands on Shige’s hips, the other sighs and draws closer to Ryo and kisses his forehead, before moving to his lips. Ryo moves his hands up, underneath Shige’s shirt and runs them all the way up his back to Shige’s shoulder blades, and even then, he doesn’t stop. Shige sits back, a little confused, giving Ryo the prefect opportunity to pull the shirt over Shige’s head and throw it into the front seat. Immediately, Ryo descends onto Shige, hands all over his body, mouth tonguing its way across Shige’s collarbone.
Shige relaxes back into the door of the car, and Ryo advances with him, leaving no space between them. But the second Shige’s bareback hits the cold window, he jumps forward, knocking his chin into Ryo’s head. Ryo leans back, rubbing the sore spot and giving Shige a questioning look.
“… It’s cold!”
Ryo snorts. “Man up.”
Shige frowns and moves forward into Ryo’s space without warning. Shige’s pulling and pushing at his shoulders and shuffling around, and Ryo is utterly clueless as to what’s going on. That is, until he barely feels the bite of the cold window through the back of his shirt and Shige’s practically looming over him, a smug look on his face. Ryo wants to say something and takes a deep breath, preparing a vague complaint, but when Shige’s hand runs up his thigh and pops open his belt buckle, Ryo shuts his mouth. Shige laughs quietly and scoots down further, face level with Ryo’s navel. Without losing a beat, Shige finishes with the belt, pulls down the zipper, and tugs Ryo’s jeans down to his thighs.
Ryo’s hypnotized, watching Shige’s every movement as he licks a line from Ryo’s navel to the elastic band of his boxers, and breaths heavily. When Shige finally pulls the fabric out of the way and sucks at the base of Ryo’s cock, Ryo nearly slams his head back into the glass, and only barely catches himself at the last moment. Shige’s hands move - one encircling the top half of Ryo’s erection, and the other resting on Ryo’s hip. Shige’s lazy with his movements, teasing Ryo, working him up, and when Ryo realizes that - that Shige’s not trying to get him off yet - Ryo can’t help but groan and fist a hand in Shige’s hair at the base of his neck.
Ryo tugs a little, getting Shige’s attention and forcing him to look up. Flushed, lips wet and red, breathy gasps, and Ryo can’t take it any more. He pulls Shige up further, until their even with each other, Shige semi-kneeling on the backseat, and Ryo wastes no time in pushing Shige’s pants down and cupping Shige through his underwear. Shige keens and tightens his hands in Ryo’s shirt. He growls, pitching himself forward and sucking on Shige’s bottom lip. Ryo keeps rubbing, perhaps a little harshly, at the front of Shige’s underwear, and eventually pulls it down out of the way, and grasps Shige around the base of his erection. Shige breaks the kiss, moaning, rolling his hips into Ryo’s hand.
After a few minutes, Ryo retracts his hand and pushes Shige back, until leaning against the opposite door. Ryo stands up as much as he can, and leans over the center console, popping it open and throwing pens, ripped maps, and small packs of Kleenex into the front seats.
Ryo hears Shige move and say in a breathy voice, “Are you looking for-“
“Yes.”
Shige’s quiet, but then says, “Glove compartment.”
Ryo smirks and reaches further forward, opens the glove compartment, and is immediately greeted by the presence of square and rectangular foil wrappers. He smirks, grabs what he needs, returns to the backseat and drags Shige closer by his hips.
Shige lays down on the backseat and watches Ryo while he takes off his shirt and push his jeans and boxers far down on his thighs, and then pull what’s left of Shige’s clothing completely off. Ryo leans over, kissing Shige’s chest and stomach while ripping open the first foil pack and squeezing its contents into his hand. Slowly, Ryo pushes a finger in, and Shige exhales and moves his hips slightly. When Ryo adds the second, Shige makes a quiet choking noise and arches his back, and Ryo is quick to scoot up and kiss Shige’s brow. As soon as Shige’s hips start jerking, Ryo moves for a third finger, but Shige stops him.
“Ryo,” he says, eyes glassy. “Stop wasting time.”
“What?”
Shige pushes at Ryo’s shoulder, until he sits up and follows then follows him. Reaching over to the top of console, Shige grabs the second foil packet, calmly rips it open, pulls out the condom and rolls it down Ryo’s erection. Ryo watches every movement and a mutters a, “Fuck, Shige,” as the other’s hands linger. Ryo turns his body - back against the seat rest - and then pulls Shige towards him.
Shige’s not stupid when it comes to things like this, and he knows what’s going on, and in what order Ryo wants it to happen. So he just smirks and sighs and straddles Ryo’s lap. It takes a few tries for everything to work out, but soon enough, Shige’s lowering himself down, Ryo hands on his hips, vaguely shaking, obviously fighting the huge to just do whatever the hell he wants with Shige. He settles, takes a deep breath - Ryo’s hands tighten - and then Shige rolls.
Ryo makes a gurgly, happy noise, lets his head loll back on the headrest; he thrusts up to meet Shige, and does his best to control Shige’s pace with his hands. Shige’s got one hand on Ryo’s shoulder and the other on Ryo’s knee, almost desperately trying to keep himself balanced, because he’s pretty sure Ryo’s too far gone to be looking out for him. Shige jolts and moans suddenly when Ryo moves a hand to play with Shige, running a thumb over the head. Ryo lifts his head back up, leering like an idiot and moving the other hand off Shige’s hip.
And that’s when Shige realizes he’s doing 90% of the work. Hips flying back and forth, rolling, sweat rolling down his back, and now Ryo’s just sitting there, barely doing anything, like he’s earned that privilege.
“Ryo,”
“Yes?” He says, barely above a whisper.
Shige moves his other hand to Ryo’s knee, leaning back. “Don’t be rude.”
“But you look so content and-“
“Ryo.”
He laughs. “Fine, fine. You’ll have to get off me then.”
Moving his hands to Ryo’s shoulders, Shige pitches himself forward and can’t help the groan that escape when he lifts himself and Ryo slips free. And while he would have liked a moment to calm himself and catch his breath, Ryo is persistent, already lightly shoving him off. Shige lays down, and Ryo’s immediately upon him, scooting himself closer in between Shige’s legs and pushing back inside of Shige’s body. Ryo doesn’t hesitate or wait - he goes right back to where they’d left off - only now, it’s Ryo doing most of the work.
It’s kinky - having sex in the backseat of the car at a deserted beach parking lot - and they’re both worked up, far beyond the point of finesse. Shige pants, holding his own legs out of Ryo’s way. For his part, Ryo’s leaning forward over Shige’s body, nearly all of his weight on his hands on the seat bottom, so he can move his hips that much faster. And while it’s not exactly his character, Ryo can’t help the moans and breathy, “Shige”’s that keep falling from his lips. With each passing second, Ryo loses himself further, blocking out everything that isn’t Shige, until they’re the only two people left in the world. Almost frantically, he leans down, aiming for Shige’s lips, but misses and ends up muttering a groan into his neck as he rides out his orgasm.
Ryo’s still, breathing deeply, feeling warm and doesn’t bother moving until he feels Shige start getting restless. Slowly, he pulls away from Shige, reaches into the front seats and grabs a small packet of tissues. He takes off the condom and wraps it up in several tissues. A deep sigh grabs his attention and he turns back to Shige, who has a hand wrapped around his still hard member, slowly jerking it. Ryo clicks his tongue, scoots closer and tugs Shige’s wrist until he lets go.
Shige tries glaring, but it fails miserably. “What?”
Ryo doesn’t say anything, just grins, and wraps his own hand around Shige, who sighs and closes his eyes. It’s not until Shige feels a wet something hesitantly touch the underside of his head that he sits up and finds Ryo sucking on it.
Shige gasps, practically shaking. “You don’t- don’t have to-“
“I know,” Ryo says, pausing for only a second to speak.
Shige groans and collapses back onto the seat, vaguely wonders if this other person in the car with him is actually Ryo - Ryo who is a fan of blowjobs, as long as he’s the one on the receiving end; Ryo who has only offered Shige a blowjob once, and it was in a completely joking manner. He feels Ryo wrap a hand around the base of his erection, still sucking on the head, and Shige whimpers his name. Ryo’s mouth leaves Shige, but his hand takes the place, jerking him almost harshly, but Shige’s so close, that he doesn’t even care. Shige keens, throwing his head to the side and spills himself into Ryo’s hand.
When the moment is over, and Shige regains his sanity, he nearly screams and grabs Ryo, who’s wiping his hands on a tissue, by the shoulders and shakes him, “We had sex in the backseat of your car! At the beach!”
Ryo smirks, seemingly proud of himself. “We did.”
Shige pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.
And even though it’s still pretty cold outside, the car windows are down for the entirety of the hour long drive back to Tokyo, because Shige would rather be freezing than smell nothing but sex every time he steps into Ryo’s car.