Liminality
TITLE: Liminality
PAIRING: Ryo/Shige
RATING: Heavy R
NOTES: Whore!verse, very long pair of drabbles.
A/N: OMG, an update! Sorry, it's been a while and I've been super busy. I'm also working on another full chapter, but it's being difficult and the going it slow.
For the past two days, Ryo has been bothered and Shige has been unavailable - he’s been at his school library pulling an all-nighter. Ryo woke up that morning, finding not Shige, but a message on his phone from Shige. Ryo has no choice but to go to work (as opposed to hunting down Shige) and throughout the day, every person to cross his path feels his rage. Juniors, bandmates, managers, choreographers.
5:30pm - sweet, sweet freedom.
Ryo will accept no excuses today. One all-nighter is enough for the rest of eternity. He grins when he sees Shige’s shoes haphazardly placed in the genkan. And then Shige, looking quite exhausted, lifts his up from behind the couch. Ryo’s grins turns into a smirk.
“You woke me up.”
“Shige.” Ryo beckons him over with a finger. “Come here.”
Shige is tired and wants to complain about being forced to get up. But he doesn’t want to start anything right now, and he did miss staying with Ryo last night, so he gets up and stumbles over to Ryo. Shige is expecting (and hoping) for a hug, a lazy kiss and then maybe finishing his nap, with Ryo. But when Shige gets close enough, Ryo grabs him by the shoulders and flips them around, so Shige’s back is against the door and Ryo’s right in front of him, breathing hot and heavy on his neck. Shige shudders. Ryo’s hands press Shige’s shoulders harder against the door for a second before moving down, caressing Shige through his shirt, stopping at Shige’s belt. Ryo’s hands press down on Shige’s hips, but Shige holds his ground. Ryo leans closer and bites Shige’s earlobe, pushing harder and Shige feels his knees buckle.
“Don’t be stubborn.”
Shige has a thousand witty retorts at the ready, but his mind can’t get one out, because all it’s thinking about is how Shige’s been in this position - backed up against a wall with some one stronger in front of him - so many times and he never liked it.
Ryo has methods of getting what he wants though, and kicks Shige’s feet out from underneath him and Shige falls, right to where Ryo wants him - face-to-crotch. If Ryo was willing to take the time to actually consider Shige’s expression, he’d know Shige was uncomfortable about the whole thing, but he was far from concerned with anything but his own needs.
Shige’s hands are trembling at his sides and he thinks, It’s Ryo - Ryo who has helped him so many times, and lets him stay at such a nice apartment whenever he wants, and takes him out. Even though Ryo doesn’t realize how often it happens, Shige feels a little unworthy - that’s he’s still a whore on the streets and this is Nishikido Ryo.
His hands are unsure and he runs them up Ryo’s legs and Shige gets the most horrible sense of déjà vu. He suppresses it and unlatches Ryo’s belt, button, zipper. And Ryo’s groaning Shige’s name, a hand on the back of Shige’s neck, the other pressed against the door. Shige tugs the jeans and boxers down, careful of the bulge, and with his first, somewhat hesitant lick, Ryo wastes no time. He pushes himself past Shige’s lips, and Shige reels back from surprise, but Ryo follows, leaving Shige no room. Ryo sets his own pace, thrusting in and out of Shige’s mouth, and Shige’s can’t move - he’s trapped between the door and Ryo. Shige fists his hands in Ryo’s pants and tries to breathe. But Ryo’s going too fast and too deep and Shige’s starting to panic, so many bad memories coming back. He starts to choke and he can’t control his arms when they push at Ryo’s hips and knock him backwards onto the floor. There’s a moment where Ryo is dazed and the only sound is Shige coughing.
“What was that for?!”
“Don’t just… Don’t just do whatever you please!” He’s still coughing and there’s a touch of whine in his voice.
“What the hell, Shige!”
“I-” Shige’s having to work to control the tone of his voice, but he still feels panicky. “I don’t like being forced against a wall!”
Ryo stiffens, having another moment where he remembers that everything not penetration-related is their first time, but not Shige’s first time. The thought always makes him at least a little angry.
“You didn’t have to push me.”
“Yes, I did!” The whine is more prominent, and Shige’s voice is shaky. “I couldn’t breathe, Ryo!”
Ryo isn’t one to feel guilty or regret his actions very often, but Shige has the great ability to make him feel guilty or regretful. Shige has pushed himself against the door, as far from Ryo as he can get and Ryo can see him trying to control his breathing with deep, slow breaths. Ryo looks down, his cock still red and erect and he wonders how in the hell he’s able to think so clearly right now. He debates tucking it back in, but that would be uncomfortable and it’s his apartment. He’s allowed to walk around in it with a raging hard on.
Neither of them knows what to say, and the silence is awkward because of it. Ryo wants a blowjob - or at least a handjob - but he knows now is not the right time to bring that up. And Shige just wants to go to bed, without Ryo, or leave. He’d get up, but Ryo’s in the way of the couch and his keys.
Ryo moves first though, getting up and going into the bedroom. In the few minutes he’s gone, Shige debates running to get his keys, but Ryo comes back - wearing sweatpants, looking flushed and sated - and Shige sees a lost opportunity. He comes close to Shige and sits on the step into the genkan, where Shige’s still sitting.
“What do you want to do?”
Shige coughs, just to clear his throat. “I want to go to bed.”
Ryo nods and stands up, extending a hand to Shige, who doesn’t move. Ryo knows Shige is still upset with him and bad experiences in the past won’t allow Shige to relax for a while yet.
“We’ll go take a nap.”
Shige still looks weary.
“And then get a nice dinner.”
Shige gets up, but stays next to the door. “That’s it?”
“Yes.”
“Swear?”
“I swear.”
Ryo’s word has come to mean a lot of Shige, so he relaxes and trusts in Ryo. He takes Ryo’s hand and Ryo smiles. They climb into bed and Ryo reluctantly lets go so they can both get more comfortable.
“What do you want for dinner?”
Shige turns on his side, away from Ryo. “Teppanyaki.”
“Shige?”
Ryo reaches a hand over and puts it on Shige’s hips.
He flinches. “I want to sleep.”
Ryo moves his hand. “Okay.” And rests his forehead against Shige’s back, near his shoulder blades.
-- --
Shige’s past employment has left a certain dislike of sexual romps upon him. They always strike him as dirty and illicit and unpleasant. Ryo, however, possesses a special skill with his hands, tongue - his whole body, actually - that makes Shige completely forget about that dislike. Usually, though, everything of that nature is initiated by Ryo and Shige happily follows along.
Today is not usual.
Shige is napping on Ryo’s couch, as he often does, and for the sake of comfort and the fact that today has been especially muggy, Shige’s taken off his pants, wearing only briefs and a t-shirt. In his dream, Shige’s baking a cake, but it comes out of the oven green. His fourth grade math teacher shows up and berates him, and then the cake turns into Ryo. He dances around for a minute, grabs a handful of frosting and wipes it across Shige’s suddenly bare chest. Ryo leans down and starts licking it off, tonguing Shige’s nipples and running his hands over Shige’s back. Shige’s gasping and moaning, pushing himself closer to Ryo.
He’s startled awake by the door closing and Ryo’s voice. It takes him a moment to realize it had been a dream and - to his horror - there’s a bulge in the front of his underwear. He looks around frantically for his pants, but then Ryo’s standing above him, smiling.
“I guess I woke you up.”
Shige doesn’t want to have to explain his half-erection (and deal with Ryo’s teasing), so he quickly turns over onto his stomach, pulling a throw pillow to his chest.
“I want to nap too. Let’s go to the bed.”
Ryo puts a hand on the small of Shige’s back, and unconsciously, Shige’s tilts his hips a fraction. Ryo notices and smirks.
“Hey, aren’t you going to welcome me home?”
Ryo trails his hand down further and cups Shige’s far cheek, squeezing.
Normally, in this kind of situation, Shige would squeak, or cry out an embarrassed, “Ryo-chan!” and try to swat the hand away. But Ryo’s surprised to find Shige’s mood completely different from usual, because Shige half moans, half gasps and lifts himself further up into Ryo’s hand.
“You’re certainly feeling adventurous today.”
Ryo kneads Shige, and he makes the same noise again, and then buries his face into the pillow he’s holding. Ryo can see the blush spreading down his neck.
“Shige, what were you doing before I got back?”
He mutters, “dreaming,” into the pillow, but Ryo doesn’t hear him. Ryo’s too busy trying to find the best place to sit. He settles with one knee between Shige’s legs and the other on the edge of the couch. From there, he puts his hands on Shige’s hips and runs them up, pushing the t-shirt up over Shige’s head and then throws it on the floor. Shige squirms, feeling a little naked with the denim of Ryo’s jeans rubbing the inside of his thigh.
Ryo brushes a hand up Shige’s spine, and then follows it with soft kisses. Shige exhales, deeply, and settles further into the couch. Ryo takes his time, like he doesn’t have Shige’s entire body memorized. He teases Shige with drifting touches and kisses where he can manage them. Ryo’s favorite thing is to run a hand up the back of Shige’s thigh, stopping where the briefs start and then run the hand back down again. Shige will whine, very quietly in his throat, maybe raise his hips more, but on a good day, he’ll call out Ryo’s name in a desperate sounding voice.
Today is a good day.
However, on good days, Ryo is rarely able to control himself.
Hearing Shige sound like that, so completely out of character, sets Ryo off and he can’t help but encourage and drive it on. Ryo leans down, covering Shige’s body with his own.
“Yes, Shige?”
Shige moans again, and pushes his hips up into Ryo.
“What is it, Shige?”
The blush is all over his shoulders now and Shige is shaking his head a little.
“What do you want?”
Ryo loves being mean like this, but Shige hates it. He hates having to say it.
“You know.”
“Oh, but I’m not sure.” He moves his hands off Shige’s body. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to.”
Shige turns his head, looking at Ryo with one eye. “Ryo-chan…t-touch me.”
“Where?”
Shige whimpers, and presses his face back into the pillow. “Everywhere.”
Ryo smiles. He keeps one hand on Shige’s chest, pinching and rubbing, and the other goes further down, finally touching Shige’s near-straining erection, and he groans at the contact. In Ryo’s opinion, there’s been enough foreplay and he goes right to work, moving the briefs out of the way, grasping around the base and giving it one long, tight pull.
Shige rolls his hips in time with Ryo’s strokes. He’s strong and sure and knows exactly what Shige wants. Hard and fast - no need for more teasing. Shige can’t control his voice and he’s almost yelling, crying Ryo’s name. His hips are bucking wildly and the only thing keeping from falling off the couch is Ryo.
Shige pushes his face into the pillow and Ryo can see him biting it - and Ryo knows Shige is close. He can’t stop himself from leaning forwards, mouth next to Shige’s ear.
“Come.”
Shige cries into the pillow and does just that, letting himself go into Ryo’s hand, hips jerking. He breathes slow and deep as he comes down. Ryo gets up and Shige can hear the faucet running for a second. He comes back soon enough though, moving Shige a little and lying down next to him, the pair barely not falling off the couch.
PAIRING: Ryo/Shige
RATING: Heavy R
NOTES: Whore!verse, very long pair of drabbles.
A/N: OMG, an update! Sorry, it's been a while and I've been super busy. I'm also working on another full chapter, but it's being difficult and the going it slow.
For the past two days, Ryo has been bothered and Shige has been unavailable - he’s been at his school library pulling an all-nighter. Ryo woke up that morning, finding not Shige, but a message on his phone from Shige. Ryo has no choice but to go to work (as opposed to hunting down Shige) and throughout the day, every person to cross his path feels his rage. Juniors, bandmates, managers, choreographers.
5:30pm - sweet, sweet freedom.
Ryo will accept no excuses today. One all-nighter is enough for the rest of eternity. He grins when he sees Shige’s shoes haphazardly placed in the genkan. And then Shige, looking quite exhausted, lifts his up from behind the couch. Ryo’s grins turns into a smirk.
“You woke me up.”
“Shige.” Ryo beckons him over with a finger. “Come here.”
Shige is tired and wants to complain about being forced to get up. But he doesn’t want to start anything right now, and he did miss staying with Ryo last night, so he gets up and stumbles over to Ryo. Shige is expecting (and hoping) for a hug, a lazy kiss and then maybe finishing his nap, with Ryo. But when Shige gets close enough, Ryo grabs him by the shoulders and flips them around, so Shige’s back is against the door and Ryo’s right in front of him, breathing hot and heavy on his neck. Shige shudders. Ryo’s hands press Shige’s shoulders harder against the door for a second before moving down, caressing Shige through his shirt, stopping at Shige’s belt. Ryo’s hands press down on Shige’s hips, but Shige holds his ground. Ryo leans closer and bites Shige’s earlobe, pushing harder and Shige feels his knees buckle.
“Don’t be stubborn.”
Shige has a thousand witty retorts at the ready, but his mind can’t get one out, because all it’s thinking about is how Shige’s been in this position - backed up against a wall with some one stronger in front of him - so many times and he never liked it.
Ryo has methods of getting what he wants though, and kicks Shige’s feet out from underneath him and Shige falls, right to where Ryo wants him - face-to-crotch. If Ryo was willing to take the time to actually consider Shige’s expression, he’d know Shige was uncomfortable about the whole thing, but he was far from concerned with anything but his own needs.
Shige’s hands are trembling at his sides and he thinks, It’s Ryo - Ryo who has helped him so many times, and lets him stay at such a nice apartment whenever he wants, and takes him out. Even though Ryo doesn’t realize how often it happens, Shige feels a little unworthy - that’s he’s still a whore on the streets and this is Nishikido Ryo.
His hands are unsure and he runs them up Ryo’s legs and Shige gets the most horrible sense of déjà vu. He suppresses it and unlatches Ryo’s belt, button, zipper. And Ryo’s groaning Shige’s name, a hand on the back of Shige’s neck, the other pressed against the door. Shige tugs the jeans and boxers down, careful of the bulge, and with his first, somewhat hesitant lick, Ryo wastes no time. He pushes himself past Shige’s lips, and Shige reels back from surprise, but Ryo follows, leaving Shige no room. Ryo sets his own pace, thrusting in and out of Shige’s mouth, and Shige’s can’t move - he’s trapped between the door and Ryo. Shige fists his hands in Ryo’s pants and tries to breathe. But Ryo’s going too fast and too deep and Shige’s starting to panic, so many bad memories coming back. He starts to choke and he can’t control his arms when they push at Ryo’s hips and knock him backwards onto the floor. There’s a moment where Ryo is dazed and the only sound is Shige coughing.
“What was that for?!”
“Don’t just… Don’t just do whatever you please!” He’s still coughing and there’s a touch of whine in his voice.
“What the hell, Shige!”
“I-” Shige’s having to work to control the tone of his voice, but he still feels panicky. “I don’t like being forced against a wall!”
Ryo stiffens, having another moment where he remembers that everything not penetration-related is their first time, but not Shige’s first time. The thought always makes him at least a little angry.
“You didn’t have to push me.”
“Yes, I did!” The whine is more prominent, and Shige’s voice is shaky. “I couldn’t breathe, Ryo!”
Ryo isn’t one to feel guilty or regret his actions very often, but Shige has the great ability to make him feel guilty or regretful. Shige has pushed himself against the door, as far from Ryo as he can get and Ryo can see him trying to control his breathing with deep, slow breaths. Ryo looks down, his cock still red and erect and he wonders how in the hell he’s able to think so clearly right now. He debates tucking it back in, but that would be uncomfortable and it’s his apartment. He’s allowed to walk around in it with a raging hard on.
Neither of them knows what to say, and the silence is awkward because of it. Ryo wants a blowjob - or at least a handjob - but he knows now is not the right time to bring that up. And Shige just wants to go to bed, without Ryo, or leave. He’d get up, but Ryo’s in the way of the couch and his keys.
Ryo moves first though, getting up and going into the bedroom. In the few minutes he’s gone, Shige debates running to get his keys, but Ryo comes back - wearing sweatpants, looking flushed and sated - and Shige sees a lost opportunity. He comes close to Shige and sits on the step into the genkan, where Shige’s still sitting.
“What do you want to do?”
Shige coughs, just to clear his throat. “I want to go to bed.”
Ryo nods and stands up, extending a hand to Shige, who doesn’t move. Ryo knows Shige is still upset with him and bad experiences in the past won’t allow Shige to relax for a while yet.
“We’ll go take a nap.”
Shige still looks weary.
“And then get a nice dinner.”
Shige gets up, but stays next to the door. “That’s it?”
“Yes.”
“Swear?”
“I swear.”
Ryo’s word has come to mean a lot of Shige, so he relaxes and trusts in Ryo. He takes Ryo’s hand and Ryo smiles. They climb into bed and Ryo reluctantly lets go so they can both get more comfortable.
“What do you want for dinner?”
Shige turns on his side, away from Ryo. “Teppanyaki.”
“Shige?”
Ryo reaches a hand over and puts it on Shige’s hips.
He flinches. “I want to sleep.”
Ryo moves his hand. “Okay.” And rests his forehead against Shige’s back, near his shoulder blades.
-- --
Shige’s past employment has left a certain dislike of sexual romps upon him. They always strike him as dirty and illicit and unpleasant. Ryo, however, possesses a special skill with his hands, tongue - his whole body, actually - that makes Shige completely forget about that dislike. Usually, though, everything of that nature is initiated by Ryo and Shige happily follows along.
Today is not usual.
Shige is napping on Ryo’s couch, as he often does, and for the sake of comfort and the fact that today has been especially muggy, Shige’s taken off his pants, wearing only briefs and a t-shirt. In his dream, Shige’s baking a cake, but it comes out of the oven green. His fourth grade math teacher shows up and berates him, and then the cake turns into Ryo. He dances around for a minute, grabs a handful of frosting and wipes it across Shige’s suddenly bare chest. Ryo leans down and starts licking it off, tonguing Shige’s nipples and running his hands over Shige’s back. Shige’s gasping and moaning, pushing himself closer to Ryo.
He’s startled awake by the door closing and Ryo’s voice. It takes him a moment to realize it had been a dream and - to his horror - there’s a bulge in the front of his underwear. He looks around frantically for his pants, but then Ryo’s standing above him, smiling.
“I guess I woke you up.”
Shige doesn’t want to have to explain his half-erection (and deal with Ryo’s teasing), so he quickly turns over onto his stomach, pulling a throw pillow to his chest.
“I want to nap too. Let’s go to the bed.”
Ryo puts a hand on the small of Shige’s back, and unconsciously, Shige’s tilts his hips a fraction. Ryo notices and smirks.
“Hey, aren’t you going to welcome me home?”
Ryo trails his hand down further and cups Shige’s far cheek, squeezing.
Normally, in this kind of situation, Shige would squeak, or cry out an embarrassed, “Ryo-chan!” and try to swat the hand away. But Ryo’s surprised to find Shige’s mood completely different from usual, because Shige half moans, half gasps and lifts himself further up into Ryo’s hand.
“You’re certainly feeling adventurous today.”
Ryo kneads Shige, and he makes the same noise again, and then buries his face into the pillow he’s holding. Ryo can see the blush spreading down his neck.
“Shige, what were you doing before I got back?”
He mutters, “dreaming,” into the pillow, but Ryo doesn’t hear him. Ryo’s too busy trying to find the best place to sit. He settles with one knee between Shige’s legs and the other on the edge of the couch. From there, he puts his hands on Shige’s hips and runs them up, pushing the t-shirt up over Shige’s head and then throws it on the floor. Shige squirms, feeling a little naked with the denim of Ryo’s jeans rubbing the inside of his thigh.
Ryo brushes a hand up Shige’s spine, and then follows it with soft kisses. Shige exhales, deeply, and settles further into the couch. Ryo takes his time, like he doesn’t have Shige’s entire body memorized. He teases Shige with drifting touches and kisses where he can manage them. Ryo’s favorite thing is to run a hand up the back of Shige’s thigh, stopping where the briefs start and then run the hand back down again. Shige will whine, very quietly in his throat, maybe raise his hips more, but on a good day, he’ll call out Ryo’s name in a desperate sounding voice.
Today is a good day.
However, on good days, Ryo is rarely able to control himself.
Hearing Shige sound like that, so completely out of character, sets Ryo off and he can’t help but encourage and drive it on. Ryo leans down, covering Shige’s body with his own.
“Yes, Shige?”
Shige moans again, and pushes his hips up into Ryo.
“What is it, Shige?”
The blush is all over his shoulders now and Shige is shaking his head a little.
“What do you want?”
Ryo loves being mean like this, but Shige hates it. He hates having to say it.
“You know.”
“Oh, but I’m not sure.” He moves his hands off Shige’s body. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want me to.”
Shige turns his head, looking at Ryo with one eye. “Ryo-chan…t-touch me.”
“Where?”
Shige whimpers, and presses his face back into the pillow. “Everywhere.”
Ryo smiles. He keeps one hand on Shige’s chest, pinching and rubbing, and the other goes further down, finally touching Shige’s near-straining erection, and he groans at the contact. In Ryo’s opinion, there’s been enough foreplay and he goes right to work, moving the briefs out of the way, grasping around the base and giving it one long, tight pull.
Shige rolls his hips in time with Ryo’s strokes. He’s strong and sure and knows exactly what Shige wants. Hard and fast - no need for more teasing. Shige can’t control his voice and he’s almost yelling, crying Ryo’s name. His hips are bucking wildly and the only thing keeping from falling off the couch is Ryo.
Shige pushes his face into the pillow and Ryo can see him biting it - and Ryo knows Shige is close. He can’t stop himself from leaning forwards, mouth next to Shige’s ear.
“Come.”
Shige cries into the pillow and does just that, letting himself go into Ryo’s hand, hips jerking. He breathes slow and deep as he comes down. Ryo gets up and Shige can hear the faucet running for a second. He comes back soon enough though, moving Shige a little and lying down next to him, the pair barely not falling off the couch.