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lotus_beauty) wrote2006-12-03 08:27 pm
lotus_beauty) wrote2006-12-03 08:27 pm
[Fic] Discretion 3: Situation
Title: Discretion
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lotus_beauty
Rating: NC-17 (this part)
Pairings: ot3-ish
Warnings: AU, angst, slash
Summary: See Part 1
Disclaimer: w-inds. are not mine. Woe.
Discretion 1: Infatuation
Discretion 2: Determination
Discretion 3: Situation
Milk had always been a staple of his diet, but today he had to wonder why he even bothered if he’d never managed to grow to the height he’d wanted to. He couldn’t even grow anymore, since he was now in his twenties. Ryuichi Ogata shrugged in indifference and took another swallow from the glass of milk he’d poured himself. He liked milk. It reminded him that he was a human being who needed nutrients, not just a rock star that was constantly fawned over outside of his own home.
He also liked his lover, and wondered where the young man was at the moment. It was a day off for Ryuichi, a rare thing he managed to get in his hectic schedule of writing, recording and performing. He wanted to spend some time with the young man. Well, actually, he was a year older than Ryuichi, and often acted much more mature, but lately, he’d been acting… different was the only way to describe it.
He ran a hand through his long black hair as his thoughts wandered back to the night before and he smirked as the events started tumbling back into his mind. His lover had been rather aggressive in bed lately, and last night was no exception. Not that Ryuchi minded—he liked it quite a bit—but he couldn’t help but wonder what had gotten his lover into such a dominant mood. He was also glad to see such enthusiasm. Sometimes he wondered if their busy lives would end up ruining their relationship, but ever since they’d started living together, it only got better.
Though they had been together since just after high school, Ryuichi had wondered in the past if their relationship was only physical. That was until Ryohei always seemed to drag him out to places he liked to go, and he realized they were always talking about things they both liked. Sometimes he had to just stand back and watch fascinated as their relationship grew more and more. It was only when Ryuichi’s career took off that he also had to take off, and ended up apologizing for more missed occasions and fights than he should have. It was a terrible time in their relationship he forced himself not to forget, lest he make the same mistakes again. He would never do it again, he told himself. Ryohei was too important to him. Nevertheless, they’d spoken and agreed on having an open relationship because of both of their hectic and erratic careers. Somehow, over the years, Ryuichi never had the chance or time to partake in that particular agreement and wasn’t sure whether to regret it or be proud. Well, there was that one woman in Osaka he’d made a deal with, gotten drunk and…
With a shrug, he finished the last of his milk and rinsed the glass before setting it in the sink. Biting his lip mischievously, Ryuichi turned from the sink in the counter against the wall to the island counter in the kitchen and snatched a chocolate from the candy dish, popping it in his mouth to savour the taste. Every time he had Godiva chocolate, he knew they’d put “god” in the name for a reason. He leaned forward on the island counter and let his eyes wander from the kitchen that flowed openly into the living room and then out the large windows that showcased the high rise buildings of Tokyo. He never regretted getting this apartment—the price he paid was worth the view. Just as the chocolate was melting in his mouth, he heard the lock on the door click and looked over to watch as his lover entered with a devious grin. Hmm, today was getting more and more interesting.
Ryuichi leaned back on the counter and watched as the older man leaned down to deposit his bag on the floor and slip his shoes off. He braced himself as his lover advanced on him and enveloped him in a tight embrace coupled with a deep kiss he hadn’t expected at first. He could taste the vanilla in his lover’s mouth as their tongues slid together, as well as feel the hands traveling over his back as the man pulled him close. Someone was horny, very horny from what he felt digging against his hip. A person would think that after a long soccer practice, a man would be worn to bits, but not Ryohei Chiba.
He broke the kiss and pulled back. “Chiba-san, are you trying to seduce me?” He fixed the soccer player with a suspicious look.
Ryohei laughed. “Trying?”
That grin was back as Ryuichi surrendered to his lover’s lips, wondering where the vanilla had come from. He didn’t mind because it made the man that much more delicious.
“Where did the chocolate come from?” Ryohei asked as he nuzzled the singer.
Ryuichi pointed to the candy bowl. “And the vanilla?” He paused and licked his lips. “Actually, it kind of tastes like a crepe…”
“I tricked Tachibana-san into buying me one.” The blonde looked smug.
“One of your teammates?” Ryuichi asked to receive a nod. He chuckled in amusement. “And what pray tell caused the crepe buying?”
Ryohei pouted, his bottom lip sticking out, tempting Ryuichi to do something to it, and he did, leaning forward to capture the blonde’s lips before nibbling on said lip.
“Come on, tell me what happened,” Ryuichi whined when Ryohei only pouted again after the kiss. Ryohei sighed before telling Ryuichi his tale of woe, leaving the singer laughing so hard that he was quite sure the counter and Ryohei were holding him up since he knew his legs would have given way from his laughing.
“You don’t have to laugh so much,” the blonde said as he mock pouted more.
“Brat,” the singer stole another kiss to earn a smile from his lover. “You’re just mad he made a fool out of you.”
Ryohei chuckled and sighed. “I’m just mad at myself for letting him steal the ball so easily.”
“You’ve been talking about him a lot lately,” Ryuichi commented, noting the blush that painted his lover’s cheeks. He raised an interested eyebrow. “What’s he like?”
“He’s…” Ryohei looked up, as if he was searching the air for the right word. “Corruptible.”
“I like him already!” The singer grinned evilly.
“Can we talk about this later?” Ryohei stole another kiss. “I was planning on ravaging you when I got home.”
Ryuichi laughed and squirmed as his lover nuzzled at his neck. “Ravage away.” He gasped when Ryohei took his words to heart, biting and nibbling his way over the singer’s neck. He would have cursed Ryohei for exploiting his weakness, but he really liked it—a lot. Tugging at the blonde’s shirt got some attention and soon the shirt disappeared to give Ryuichi the freedom to run his hands over the athlete’s chest. Though he had to stay in shape because he was a performer, Ryuichi considered himself lucky in managing to catch himself an athlete for a lover. He couldn’t have possibly picked a better lover than Ryohei—the man complimented him in almost every way.
With one last lingering kiss to his lips, Ryuichi let Ryohei slip from his arms and move backwards to the wall counter and cabinets above. As Ryohei’s hand reached haphazardly up to the cabinet, Ryuichi realized he had his lover’s eyes on him and couldn’t stop himself from stripping his own shirt off leisurely. He could just feel the lustful gaze from those dark brown eyes. Biting his lip timidly, he undid the fastenings of his pants, wholly enjoying the full attention of his lover—and other things as well. But his lover’s lack of movement was disappointing.
“You’re wasting time, lover,” Ryuichi said as he let his own pants fall to the floor and stepped out of them to move forward and undo the blonde’s pants.
“You’re very distracting,” Ryohei told him truthfully as one of his hands still rummaged in the cupboard.
As an afterthought, Ryuichi checked the pockets of his lover’s pants and fished out a condom before pushing the garment to the floor. He raised an amused eyebrow as he spoke, “Someone came prepared.” The singer grinned deviously and ripped the foil open.
“You think I wouldn’t?” Ryohei mirrored the grin as he finally gripped one of the bottles and pulled it out to look at it.
Ryuichi heard the athlete comment positively on his choice as he pulled the man’s boxers down and went about his task at hand. Being the little imp he was, he put the condom on his lover as slowly as possible, earning him a passionate kiss. Ryohei sighed contented after their kiss and leaned their foreheads together as Ryuichi slid a teasing finger up and down the underside of his lover’s cock.
“I love it when you do that,” he murmured before stealing another kiss from the singer.
The kiss didn’t distract Ryuichi in the least. He felt Ryohei pushing his boxers down as he grabbed the bottle of oil from the counter. He did however break the kiss to giggle as his lover squeezed his behind. With his hands behind Ryohei’s back, he poured the oil into one hand and set the bottle back on the counter before reaching down to coat his lover’s cock in the slippery liquid. Ryohei hummed pleased against the singer’s lips and Ryuichi found himself giving up another kiss to him. In seconds he was lost and didn’t realize the blonde had switched their positions until he was pinned up against the counter with his legs around his lover and Ryohei broke the kiss to moan, already fully inside the singer.
Ryuichi’s nails dug into the blonde’s shoulders as he began to move. It never mattered how many times they were intimate, he could never get enough of Ryohei touching him, kissing him, or inside of him. One hand gripped the countertop as he braced himself against Ryohei’s thrusts, suddenly glad that the edge of the counter was rounded and not digging into his back He nearly lost his grip on the counter as his head fell back and he moaned deeply, having felt Ryohei roll his hips in a way that sent a wave of pleasure through his body.
Ryuichi practically melted in ecstasy as his lover kept exploiting that spot, barely hearing the blonde moan his name in response. It wasn’t long before Ryuichi was writhing with pent up energy, practically begging for release. He felt Ryohei’s hand close around his erection and pump it in time to his thrusts, sending the singer right over the edge. His lover’s name spilled from his lips as he finally succumbed to release. A few more thrusts and he finally felt his lover’s body shudder against him and heard a growling moan.
The two drained men panted as they rested, Ryuichi’s head leaning on the cupboard behind him and Ryohei’s forehead on his shoulder. He smiled lightly as he watched the blonde’s back rise and fall with his breaths. It reminded him of watching his lover sleep, one of his favorite pastimes. Speaking of…
“I think we should relocate,” Ryuichi suggested openly to hear the blonde chuckle.
“Oh?”
That was all Ryuichi remembered until he woke up and found himself lying on their bed, tangled in Ryohei’s arms. With a contented sigh, he snuggled closer to his lover to hear him sigh deeply as he woke up.
“Mmmmnnnhh…” was all Ryohei managed.
The singer snickered and kissed his lover’s chin before he detangled himself from the young man and sat up. The room was dark, lit only by the twilight sky outside the window and the lights turning on in the city. He smiled knowing their evening wasn’t wasted in the least.
“Why you not here?” the blonde complained in stilted grammar as he patted the cooling spot beside him. When Ryuichi looked over, he watched as Ryohei finally opened his eyes, and then mirrored his smile. “Something on your mind?”
He shook his head. “I just… can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.”
He watched as Ryohei sat up and scooted closer behind him to hug him tightly from behind. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else either.”
Ryuichi’s eyes slipped shut as he relaxed into the embrace, his arms wrapping over Ryohei’s as he felt the blonde kiss his shoulder. This is the difference two years make, he told himself. Two years of hard work and consideration had matured him. Two years of living with the person he cherished the most had taught him to compromise. Two years of hearing and seeing the little things he loved so much taught him what really mattered. Two years ago, he nearly walked away from it all.
“What’s the matter?” Ryohei asked as the singer sniffed.
He wiped at his eyes quickly. “N-nothing.” He blinked several times to clear his vision, but not before Ryohei had shifted to sit in front of him.
“Tell me,” Ryohei coaxed him.
“Just something in my eye,” Ryuichi lied and looked up at his lover to receive a stern look. He sighed defeated. “I was just thinking about how I almost gave this all up.” He watched as his lover’s face fell and he glanced off to the side.
Ryuichi hated bringing it up—he didn’t like seeing Ryohei that way. The singer knew that among his fans and most of the music scene, he was known as an outgoing and very devious person. He was always very kind and flirtatious to those around him.
“I never meant—”
“Don’t.” Ryuichi threaded his fingers with his lover’s and shook his head. “It wasn’t your fault.”
Contrary to popular belief, Ryuichi found out two years ago, that terribly horrible days do not always specifically happen on dreary, gray, rainy days. They can even happen on clear, warm and bright sunny days. He had tried so hard that day to walk out of the apartment, but before he could, Ryohei came bursting in and found him on his knees in the middle of the living room crying.
“It was both our faults.” Ryohei squeezed back.
Ryuichi had been away touring and promoting. When he finally came back, he and Ryohei had a fight about how little attention he’d paid his lover. In the end Ryohei had been right, but he also found out during the fight that Ryohei had slept with one of his teammates. The fighting only got worse until one day he left for the studio, turned around and went right back to the apartment he’d shared with Ryohei with every intention of packing up his things and leaving. But he couldn’t do it. His anger finally gave way to the grief of losing someone like Ryohei and he couldn’t even move.
The studio had called Ryohei knowing he was a roommate, asking if he’d seen Ryuichi. He and Ken had searched all over for the missing singer only to find him crying in their apartment. That was when the two players started to apologize profusely and Ryuichi was so confused. It was Ken, one of Ryohei’s closest friends that he’d slept with. He felt like such a complete fool. How could he ever have thought Ryohei would just go out and suddenly sleep with someone on his team without any consideration? After that, they all sat down and had a very serious talk, Ken included on half of it. There was a lot of embarrassment, hurt feelings and apologies. In the end, Ryuichi wasn’t sure what to make of it until months later when he realized he was glad it had happened. It had opened his eyes and made him appreciate what he had and not take Ryohei for granted anymore.
“This… Tachibana, do you trust him?” Ryuichi asked curiously, wanting to know more about this man.
“I do.” Ryohei nodded. A small smile graced his lips. “He has a crush on me.”
Ryuichi couldn’t help laughing. “Does he?”
“Positive. You should see the way he fumbles through his words when I compliment him.” The blonde grinned. “It’s really adorable.”
“What about me?” Ryuichi huffed.
“Oh, you?” Ryohei raised the singer’s hand to his lips and kissed the back, causing a very surprising blush to appear on Ryuichi’s cheeks. He smiled at the reaction. “He has your entire discography on his iPod.”
“Are you serious?” Ryuichi stared at him. He was still shocked at how devoted some of his fans were sometimes. It never ceased to amaze him.
Ryohei nodded. “So, that’s the situation.”
“I’d like to more about him, if you don’t mind.” He looked expectantly to his lover, who nodded.
“I’ll do my best, sir,” Ryohei saluted humorously, causing the singer to laugh and push his lover down on the bed. He crawled over the blonde and pinned his arms down.
This was going to be interesting.
~***~
Author:
lotus_beautyRating: NC-17 (this part)
Pairings: ot3-ish
Warnings: AU, angst, slash
Summary: See Part 1
Disclaimer: w-inds. are not mine. Woe.
Discretion 1: Infatuation
Discretion 2: Determination
Discretion 3: Situation
Milk had always been a staple of his diet, but today he had to wonder why he even bothered if he’d never managed to grow to the height he’d wanted to. He couldn’t even grow anymore, since he was now in his twenties. Ryuichi Ogata shrugged in indifference and took another swallow from the glass of milk he’d poured himself. He liked milk. It reminded him that he was a human being who needed nutrients, not just a rock star that was constantly fawned over outside of his own home.
He also liked his lover, and wondered where the young man was at the moment. It was a day off for Ryuichi, a rare thing he managed to get in his hectic schedule of writing, recording and performing. He wanted to spend some time with the young man. Well, actually, he was a year older than Ryuichi, and often acted much more mature, but lately, he’d been acting… different was the only way to describe it.
He ran a hand through his long black hair as his thoughts wandered back to the night before and he smirked as the events started tumbling back into his mind. His lover had been rather aggressive in bed lately, and last night was no exception. Not that Ryuchi minded—he liked it quite a bit—but he couldn’t help but wonder what had gotten his lover into such a dominant mood. He was also glad to see such enthusiasm. Sometimes he wondered if their busy lives would end up ruining their relationship, but ever since they’d started living together, it only got better.
Though they had been together since just after high school, Ryuichi had wondered in the past if their relationship was only physical. That was until Ryohei always seemed to drag him out to places he liked to go, and he realized they were always talking about things they both liked. Sometimes he had to just stand back and watch fascinated as their relationship grew more and more. It was only when Ryuichi’s career took off that he also had to take off, and ended up apologizing for more missed occasions and fights than he should have. It was a terrible time in their relationship he forced himself not to forget, lest he make the same mistakes again. He would never do it again, he told himself. Ryohei was too important to him. Nevertheless, they’d spoken and agreed on having an open relationship because of both of their hectic and erratic careers. Somehow, over the years, Ryuichi never had the chance or time to partake in that particular agreement and wasn’t sure whether to regret it or be proud. Well, there was that one woman in Osaka he’d made a deal with, gotten drunk and…
With a shrug, he finished the last of his milk and rinsed the glass before setting it in the sink. Biting his lip mischievously, Ryuichi turned from the sink in the counter against the wall to the island counter in the kitchen and snatched a chocolate from the candy dish, popping it in his mouth to savour the taste. Every time he had Godiva chocolate, he knew they’d put “god” in the name for a reason. He leaned forward on the island counter and let his eyes wander from the kitchen that flowed openly into the living room and then out the large windows that showcased the high rise buildings of Tokyo. He never regretted getting this apartment—the price he paid was worth the view. Just as the chocolate was melting in his mouth, he heard the lock on the door click and looked over to watch as his lover entered with a devious grin. Hmm, today was getting more and more interesting.
Ryuichi leaned back on the counter and watched as the older man leaned down to deposit his bag on the floor and slip his shoes off. He braced himself as his lover advanced on him and enveloped him in a tight embrace coupled with a deep kiss he hadn’t expected at first. He could taste the vanilla in his lover’s mouth as their tongues slid together, as well as feel the hands traveling over his back as the man pulled him close. Someone was horny, very horny from what he felt digging against his hip. A person would think that after a long soccer practice, a man would be worn to bits, but not Ryohei Chiba.
He broke the kiss and pulled back. “Chiba-san, are you trying to seduce me?” He fixed the soccer player with a suspicious look.
Ryohei laughed. “Trying?”
That grin was back as Ryuichi surrendered to his lover’s lips, wondering where the vanilla had come from. He didn’t mind because it made the man that much more delicious.
“Where did the chocolate come from?” Ryohei asked as he nuzzled the singer.
Ryuichi pointed to the candy bowl. “And the vanilla?” He paused and licked his lips. “Actually, it kind of tastes like a crepe…”
“I tricked Tachibana-san into buying me one.” The blonde looked smug.
“One of your teammates?” Ryuichi asked to receive a nod. He chuckled in amusement. “And what pray tell caused the crepe buying?”
Ryohei pouted, his bottom lip sticking out, tempting Ryuichi to do something to it, and he did, leaning forward to capture the blonde’s lips before nibbling on said lip.
“Come on, tell me what happened,” Ryuichi whined when Ryohei only pouted again after the kiss. Ryohei sighed before telling Ryuichi his tale of woe, leaving the singer laughing so hard that he was quite sure the counter and Ryohei were holding him up since he knew his legs would have given way from his laughing.
“You don’t have to laugh so much,” the blonde said as he mock pouted more.
“Brat,” the singer stole another kiss to earn a smile from his lover. “You’re just mad he made a fool out of you.”
Ryohei chuckled and sighed. “I’m just mad at myself for letting him steal the ball so easily.”
“You’ve been talking about him a lot lately,” Ryuichi commented, noting the blush that painted his lover’s cheeks. He raised an interested eyebrow. “What’s he like?”
“He’s…” Ryohei looked up, as if he was searching the air for the right word. “Corruptible.”
“I like him already!” The singer grinned evilly.
“Can we talk about this later?” Ryohei stole another kiss. “I was planning on ravaging you when I got home.”
Ryuichi laughed and squirmed as his lover nuzzled at his neck. “Ravage away.” He gasped when Ryohei took his words to heart, biting and nibbling his way over the singer’s neck. He would have cursed Ryohei for exploiting his weakness, but he really liked it—a lot. Tugging at the blonde’s shirt got some attention and soon the shirt disappeared to give Ryuichi the freedom to run his hands over the athlete’s chest. Though he had to stay in shape because he was a performer, Ryuichi considered himself lucky in managing to catch himself an athlete for a lover. He couldn’t have possibly picked a better lover than Ryohei—the man complimented him in almost every way.
With one last lingering kiss to his lips, Ryuichi let Ryohei slip from his arms and move backwards to the wall counter and cabinets above. As Ryohei’s hand reached haphazardly up to the cabinet, Ryuichi realized he had his lover’s eyes on him and couldn’t stop himself from stripping his own shirt off leisurely. He could just feel the lustful gaze from those dark brown eyes. Biting his lip timidly, he undid the fastenings of his pants, wholly enjoying the full attention of his lover—and other things as well. But his lover’s lack of movement was disappointing.
“You’re wasting time, lover,” Ryuichi said as he let his own pants fall to the floor and stepped out of them to move forward and undo the blonde’s pants.
“You’re very distracting,” Ryohei told him truthfully as one of his hands still rummaged in the cupboard.
As an afterthought, Ryuichi checked the pockets of his lover’s pants and fished out a condom before pushing the garment to the floor. He raised an amused eyebrow as he spoke, “Someone came prepared.” The singer grinned deviously and ripped the foil open.
“You think I wouldn’t?” Ryohei mirrored the grin as he finally gripped one of the bottles and pulled it out to look at it.
Ryuichi heard the athlete comment positively on his choice as he pulled the man’s boxers down and went about his task at hand. Being the little imp he was, he put the condom on his lover as slowly as possible, earning him a passionate kiss. Ryohei sighed contented after their kiss and leaned their foreheads together as Ryuichi slid a teasing finger up and down the underside of his lover’s cock.
“I love it when you do that,” he murmured before stealing another kiss from the singer.
The kiss didn’t distract Ryuichi in the least. He felt Ryohei pushing his boxers down as he grabbed the bottle of oil from the counter. He did however break the kiss to giggle as his lover squeezed his behind. With his hands behind Ryohei’s back, he poured the oil into one hand and set the bottle back on the counter before reaching down to coat his lover’s cock in the slippery liquid. Ryohei hummed pleased against the singer’s lips and Ryuichi found himself giving up another kiss to him. In seconds he was lost and didn’t realize the blonde had switched their positions until he was pinned up against the counter with his legs around his lover and Ryohei broke the kiss to moan, already fully inside the singer.
Ryuichi’s nails dug into the blonde’s shoulders as he began to move. It never mattered how many times they were intimate, he could never get enough of Ryohei touching him, kissing him, or inside of him. One hand gripped the countertop as he braced himself against Ryohei’s thrusts, suddenly glad that the edge of the counter was rounded and not digging into his back He nearly lost his grip on the counter as his head fell back and he moaned deeply, having felt Ryohei roll his hips in a way that sent a wave of pleasure through his body.
Ryuichi practically melted in ecstasy as his lover kept exploiting that spot, barely hearing the blonde moan his name in response. It wasn’t long before Ryuichi was writhing with pent up energy, practically begging for release. He felt Ryohei’s hand close around his erection and pump it in time to his thrusts, sending the singer right over the edge. His lover’s name spilled from his lips as he finally succumbed to release. A few more thrusts and he finally felt his lover’s body shudder against him and heard a growling moan.
The two drained men panted as they rested, Ryuichi’s head leaning on the cupboard behind him and Ryohei’s forehead on his shoulder. He smiled lightly as he watched the blonde’s back rise and fall with his breaths. It reminded him of watching his lover sleep, one of his favorite pastimes. Speaking of…
“I think we should relocate,” Ryuichi suggested openly to hear the blonde chuckle.
“Oh?”
That was all Ryuichi remembered until he woke up and found himself lying on their bed, tangled in Ryohei’s arms. With a contented sigh, he snuggled closer to his lover to hear him sigh deeply as he woke up.
“Mmmmnnnhh…” was all Ryohei managed.
The singer snickered and kissed his lover’s chin before he detangled himself from the young man and sat up. The room was dark, lit only by the twilight sky outside the window and the lights turning on in the city. He smiled knowing their evening wasn’t wasted in the least.
“Why you not here?” the blonde complained in stilted grammar as he patted the cooling spot beside him. When Ryuichi looked over, he watched as Ryohei finally opened his eyes, and then mirrored his smile. “Something on your mind?”
He shook his head. “I just… can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.”
He watched as Ryohei sat up and scooted closer behind him to hug him tightly from behind. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else either.”
Ryuichi’s eyes slipped shut as he relaxed into the embrace, his arms wrapping over Ryohei’s as he felt the blonde kiss his shoulder. This is the difference two years make, he told himself. Two years of hard work and consideration had matured him. Two years of living with the person he cherished the most had taught him to compromise. Two years of hearing and seeing the little things he loved so much taught him what really mattered. Two years ago, he nearly walked away from it all.
“What’s the matter?” Ryohei asked as the singer sniffed.
He wiped at his eyes quickly. “N-nothing.” He blinked several times to clear his vision, but not before Ryohei had shifted to sit in front of him.
“Tell me,” Ryohei coaxed him.
“Just something in my eye,” Ryuichi lied and looked up at his lover to receive a stern look. He sighed defeated. “I was just thinking about how I almost gave this all up.” He watched as his lover’s face fell and he glanced off to the side.
Ryuichi hated bringing it up—he didn’t like seeing Ryohei that way. The singer knew that among his fans and most of the music scene, he was known as an outgoing and very devious person. He was always very kind and flirtatious to those around him.
“I never meant—”
“Don’t.” Ryuichi threaded his fingers with his lover’s and shook his head. “It wasn’t your fault.”
Contrary to popular belief, Ryuichi found out two years ago, that terribly horrible days do not always specifically happen on dreary, gray, rainy days. They can even happen on clear, warm and bright sunny days. He had tried so hard that day to walk out of the apartment, but before he could, Ryohei came bursting in and found him on his knees in the middle of the living room crying.
“It was both our faults.” Ryohei squeezed back.
Ryuichi had been away touring and promoting. When he finally came back, he and Ryohei had a fight about how little attention he’d paid his lover. In the end Ryohei had been right, but he also found out during the fight that Ryohei had slept with one of his teammates. The fighting only got worse until one day he left for the studio, turned around and went right back to the apartment he’d shared with Ryohei with every intention of packing up his things and leaving. But he couldn’t do it. His anger finally gave way to the grief of losing someone like Ryohei and he couldn’t even move.
The studio had called Ryohei knowing he was a roommate, asking if he’d seen Ryuichi. He and Ken had searched all over for the missing singer only to find him crying in their apartment. That was when the two players started to apologize profusely and Ryuichi was so confused. It was Ken, one of Ryohei’s closest friends that he’d slept with. He felt like such a complete fool. How could he ever have thought Ryohei would just go out and suddenly sleep with someone on his team without any consideration? After that, they all sat down and had a very serious talk, Ken included on half of it. There was a lot of embarrassment, hurt feelings and apologies. In the end, Ryuichi wasn’t sure what to make of it until months later when he realized he was glad it had happened. It had opened his eyes and made him appreciate what he had and not take Ryohei for granted anymore.
“This… Tachibana, do you trust him?” Ryuichi asked curiously, wanting to know more about this man.
“I do.” Ryohei nodded. A small smile graced his lips. “He has a crush on me.”
Ryuichi couldn’t help laughing. “Does he?”
“Positive. You should see the way he fumbles through his words when I compliment him.” The blonde grinned. “It’s really adorable.”
“What about me?” Ryuichi huffed.
“Oh, you?” Ryohei raised the singer’s hand to his lips and kissed the back, causing a very surprising blush to appear on Ryuichi’s cheeks. He smiled at the reaction. “He has your entire discography on his iPod.”
“Are you serious?” Ryuichi stared at him. He was still shocked at how devoted some of his fans were sometimes. It never ceased to amaze him.
Ryohei nodded. “So, that’s the situation.”
“I’d like to more about him, if you don’t mind.” He looked expectantly to his lover, who nodded.
“I’ll do my best, sir,” Ryohei saluted humorously, causing the singer to laugh and push his lover down on the bed. He crawled over the blonde and pinned his arms down.
This was going to be interesting.
~***~