Word Count: 3,432
Pairing: Ryoda and mentionings of Akame
Disclaimer: I'm not associated with these boys, and I'm not making money off this. It's just fiction.
Summary: In which a certain someone gets jealous of a bassist, Junno swears, Jin gets drunk, and Ueda shuts Ryo up the only way he knows how.
WARNING: There be MAN SEXING here. If you are uncomfortable with homoerotic stuff, please DO NOT READ. I wouldn't want to traumatize you. Thanks!
A/N: OMG IT'S DONE. IT DIDN'T WANT TO GET DONE BUT I DID IT ANYWAYS. HA.
This fic happened because of a late night Real Face DVD viewing with myself and Arianna. I had always noticed the way the bassist looked at dear little Uebo. It wasn't until she pointed it out, though, that I realized it needed to be ficced.
That's just how my mind works.
So here it is. Just in case you don't remember, or have never seen it, go here and check out the little thing at 3:18.
Nothing, right? Well, a fangirl's mind can warp anything.
“See?!” Ryo shouted as he thrust his pointer finger in the direction of the television, causing his band mate sitting on the same couch to roll his eyes for the third time in the past couple of minutes.
“It’s nothing.” Yamapi growled between clenched teeth, fighting off the urge to strangle his friend. “It was nothing the first time, and guess what, it’s still nothing!”
“Ok, then, one more time. You’ll see-“
“No, no, no!” Yamapi grabbed the remote control out of Ryo’s hand and threw it across the room. The other man looked at him as if he were insane.
“What the hell, Pi?”
“I’m sick and tired of seeing the same three seconds from the same KAT-TUN concert over and over. If you have such a big problem with it, take it up with Ueda, and leave us the hell alone. We’re tired of it!”
Ryo closed his mouth and glared at the others in the room who were nodding their assent.
“Fine, then. Alright? Fine." Ryo huffed, standing up and making his way to the apartment door. "But you dicks are to blame if anything bad happens. And Pi,” Ryo stopped. “Next time Takki offers to take you shopping for a training bra, don’t count on me to cover for your stupid ass.”
The door was slammed and Ryo was gone before an enraged Yamapi even got a chance to respond.
Akanishi Jin ran into the small room that was currently being occupied by his fellow band members Ueda Tatsuya, Kamenashi Kazuya, and Junnosuke Taguchi. He slammed the door behind himself, locked it, and took a deep breath of relief as he looked at the un-damaged Ueda. The others in the room simply stared, dumbfounded.
Before anyone got the chance to say a word, Jin spoke up.
“Ueda! Thank god you’re alright.”
“Eh? Why wouldn’t I be?”
The room was silent as the three sitting down waited for him to finish. When Jin didn’t elaborate, Kame stood up from his chair.
“Jin, could you tell us exactly what's going on?”
"Ok, so Pi called me, saying Ryo got really mad about something having to do with Ueda and is on his way over here from his place, where all of NewS is doing some bonding thing, which is just weird if you ask me. Anyways, I was on the bottom floor and had just gotten coffee, but I didn't want to spill it as I ran, since he had said it was really important! So I sat down and finished it, and then I forgot about the whole thing, which Pi must have seen coming since he reminded me with a text message, which I got and then ran here as fast as I could!"
Kame stared blankly. Either Jin was joking or he had reached a new level of stupidity. “Please tell me you're kidding.”
“About what?” Jin asked, tilting his head to the side.
“I said nothing!” Kame snapped. “Look, I’m-I’m sorry, I just haven’t slept in like a week. So he didn’t say exactly what Ryo was angry about?”
Jin looked like he wanted to say something but decided not to, and bit his lip instead.
“Yeah, he left that out.”
Kame turned away from Jin and returned to the chair he had been sitting in before.
“What should we do?”
“I don’t know…” Jin trailed off.
“What are you guys talking about?” Ueda looked from one to the other, putting his notebook to the side and reaching for his guitar. “This is between me and Ryo, I don’t wanna drag everyone into it.”
“It’s okay, Kame.” He smiled reassuredly. “I can handle him, trust me. I’m used to it.”
“Are you sure?” Jin asked worriedly.
“Yeah. It’s no big deal. Thanks, though.”
Jin and Kame exchanged skeptical glances and shrugged, looking over to Junno who had by now returned to his game and was pressing buttons at a frantic, inhuman pace.
“Take that, bitches!” Junno yelled triumphantly, throwing a fist into the air.
It was then, as Kame and Jin stared open-mouthed at Junno while Ueda ignored everyone and experimented with his guitar, looking over to his notebook every few moments, that the door was pounded on exactly four times.
“Hey! Open up!”
“THAT’S RIGHT!” The muffled yell of one Nishikido Ryo came through the door. “Now open this door right now, or send the princess out here. We need to have a word.”
“Oi!” Kame shouted, hitting the door once and then again for good measure. “We’re not letting you in until you calm the hell down.”
“I’ll calm the hell down once I speak to Ueda. So just walk your skinny ass over to him, and tell him we need to talk. I don’t have all day.”
“Hey! You can’t talk to my Kame that way, even if we are friends!”
Ryo rolled his eyes.
“His ass may be skinny, but it’s beautiful just the way it is!”
It was a moment before Ryo thought he heard some kind of struggle from the other side of the door, along with some curses here and there, though he wasn’t sure who said what. All he could say for sure is that Kame called someone a moronic bitch, a narcissistic asshole (that one was probably referring to him), and said something about sex before a high pitched horrified scream, that could really only belong to Jin, silenced everything.
Next thing he knew, a furious Ueda was pushing an irate Kame, a pouting Jin, and a scandalized Junno out of the room.
“But I wasn’t even doing anything!” Junno argued. “And you made me lose my concentration…”
“I’m sorry, but this is ridiculous! Just let me and Ryo talk, and please stop getting involved.”
“I wasn’t even-“ Junno began, but was silenced with a glare.
“But we were just worried. We know what that-“ Kame sent a scathing look in Ryo’s direction. “-is capable of.”
“I know, and thank you very much for your concern, but I assure you it isn’t needed.” Ueda smiled at his friends. To Ryo, the smile seemed strained. “Please just give us some privacy. Please?”
Ryo watched as Kame looked from Ueda, to himself, then back at Ueda. He seemed to be having an internal debate of some sort, but said nothing before finally shrugging.
“Fine. But if you need anything just call me. I’ll take care of it.”
“Sure.” Ueda laughed.
Kame threw one last threatening look at Ryo and spun around, taking a few steps before stopping and turning to the others. “Well? Let’s go, Junno. Jin.”
“Um, Kame?” he shifted his weight nervously. “Were you serious about the no sex thing?”
“Let’s go.” Kame said warningly.
Ryo rolled his eyes at the pair and walked into the now empty room; Ueda followed and closed the door behind them. He had only just locked it as he felt a warm hand trail gently along his back. Another hand slid down Ueda’s hips and then up to his chest, reaching through the low neckline to caress his skin, gently grazing a nipple. Ueda sighed, leaning into the pressure, gasping as a hot shiver racked his body.
He had just begun to lose himself in the sensations when he felt a rough tug of his hair. Ueda yelped in surprise as he was spun around and shoved into the door with enough force to bruise.
“What the fuck?” he gasped.
“Now, now.” Ryo smirked, tightening his hold on the others hair and pushing himself closer until there was absolutely no space between their bodies. “Language, princess.”
“Screw you.” Ueda spat. “What is this, anyway? You call this having ‘a word’?”
“No. I call this punishment.”
“Punishment? For what?!”
Ryo forcibly tilted Ueda’s head to the side, dragging his lips along the smooth warm skin on his neck. Even under such conditions Ueda could feel himself losing it little by little with each touch. He shivered against his will as Ryo’s warm tongue slipped out to quickly lap at his pulse, sucking once, then twice.
Ueda tried but failed to suppress a groan.
“Hmmm. You don’t know then?” Ryo questioned.
He shook his head in response.
Ueda could feel the smirk against his neck, and he gasped loudly as Ryo suddenly bit his collarbone, switching between sucking and biting the area. He brought one of his legs up to wrap around Ryo’s, their movements against the door becoming slightly desperate.
“Do the words Real Face DVD mean anything to you?”
Ueda tried to think, he really did, but the only thing in his mind was Ryo. The feel of his body, that musky cologne he was using, the way his tongue lapped at his skin, and his breath, the way it ghosted over each of the tiny bites he made. All of it was fogging Ueda’s brain, making rational thought an impossibility.
Luckily, Ryo’s question was more or less rhetorical.
“I was watching your little solo. And I noticed something quite interesting.” Ryo paused, moving his face away from Ueda to take in his clearly aroused state. “That fucking bassist was giving you a look.”
It took a moment for all of this to penetrate Ueda's brain through the haze. When it did, Ryo was given a sharp shove.
“THAT is what this is about?” he growled, bringing his leg down from where it was previously gripping Ryo, “A look?”
“Ah-ah-ah, Princess. Not just any look.” Ryo’s smirk went from sardonic to dangerous. “It was a ‘you fuck me and I’ll fuck you’ look.”
“You heard me. So how long have you two been screwing? Does he know about us?”
“Enough!” Ueda yelled, pushing Ryo away and wincing as he heard, as well as felt, his hair rip. Ryo looked shocked, but said nothing as Ueda continued, glaring fiercely. “First you accuse me of wanting Jin because of the Real Face video, and then you corner Kame and threaten him because of something you saw in some stupid old skit, and now this!” Ryo crossed his arms almost petulantly, but didn't show any signs of backing down. “It’s all for show, and you should know that by now.”
Under any other circumstances, Ueda would have found the messy hair, untucked shirt, and bulge in the others pants funny. In this case though, with himself in practically the same state, he was less inclined to laugh.
“I know that, I’m not an idiot.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes! I just-” Ryo sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. Ueda watched carefully as he paced back and forth a few times. “I won't know what you're doing while you’re on tour next time and I’m, you know, wherever NewS or KanJani8 is that week. I won't know who you're with.”
Ueda sighed. He should have known that a confrontation regarding Ryo’s jealous and possessive nature would happen eventually. It had been building up since the first time they’d attacked each other physically rather than verbally, and he’d tried to ignore it for too long. There was only one way to really get through to Ryo at a time like this. That much Ueda was sure of.
“And it’s because of that that I was thinking of beating the living shit out of that pansy bassist, but the managers would-”
Ryo was shocked into silence as Ueda grabbed him by his shirt, turned him around, and slammed him into the door. There was a brief struggle, due to Ryo’s overall confusion with the sudden turn of events, which only lasted as long as it took Ueda to shove his tongue into the others mouth. He knew the self-proclaimed Sexy Osaka Man too well. No matter what Ryo was doing, sex always came first. It never failed.
Ryo groaned as their bodies met roughly, hands tangling in hair and pulling at shirts, their recent conversation put on hold for more pleasurable things. Without any warning, Ueda bit Ryo’s mouth, using the distraction to move them towards the couch and throw him onto it. Ueda tugged off their shirts and carelessly tossed them both behind him, reaching down to bite an exposed nipple without warning, gently sucking the nub afterwards.
“Holy fuck.” Ryo swore, licking his lips hungrily as he grabbed Ueda’s hips. Ueda only smiled, resting his knees on either side of Ryo’s body.
“This.” Ueda’s voice was even and Ryo stifled a gasp as his hand was brought up to cover the hardness in Ueda’s pants. “is yours.”
The two of them stared at each other. Ueda didn’t waver, only smirked inwardly as he heard a small gasp when he began to palm himself through Ryo’s hand.
“And believe me when I say that nobody else has even come close to touching me. Not like this.”
Ryo gulped. Ueda lowered his face until his mouth was resting against Ryo’s ear. His voice lowered to a whisper.
“And not because you’re a possessive asshole, even if that's part of your charm. But because I only want you to touch me.” Ueda flicked his tongue against the outer shell of Ryo’s ear. “Only you can fuck me.”
If Ryo had any blood left in his head, he would be reveling in the words he had been waiting for weeks to hear. He would be smirking triumphantly, mentally flipping that irritating bassist off. He would ask Ueda to repeat himself, again and again and again.
But since that wasn’t the case, Ryo only slid deeper into the couch, his eyes fluttering as his other hand reached up to caress the pale skin before him. Ueda’s body shook helplessly; the sensations caused by a single touch were reaching all through his body and down to his toes. Ryo shook the hand away, desperately rubbing Ueda’s cock through his tight pants. Ryo could only watch in fascination as he threw his head back, sliding down with a loud huff and letting both of their groins meet roughly.
Ryo couldn’t tell who groaned first, or loudest, or even if he was the one groaning at all. He could only think about the steady pace Ueda was moving at above him and against him, the little whimpers escaping that beautiful throat that he wanted so desperately to mark. So that everyone knew who this fuckable little princess belonged to.
Him. Nishikido Ryo.
This was all his.
Ueda fastened their lips together and reached for his own belt, unbuckling it with expert ease. Ryo’s shirt was yanked off, his own belt thrown god knows where as they began to move even more frantically against each other. There was no set rhythm, and the only noises in the room were the heavy breathing, muffled grunting, and the occasional moan between the two of them.
“Mm. Wait.” Ueda mumbled, gasping as Ryo licked and nibbled the small mark on his collarbone. “We should-we should, oh, god.”
Ryo silenced Ueda with a deep kiss, pulling back only to gently bite his lips.
“Ryo, please. Just…”
Ueda shoved himself away and pointedly ignored Ryo’s glare.
“Could you stop thinking with your goddamn dick for five minutes so we-”
Before Ueda could finish his sentence he was tossed to the side and shoved roughly into the leather couch, Ryo instantly covered his body with his own. There was a moment of disorientation when Ueda said nothing, and Ryo, knowing him well enough, decided to silence the other before the inevitable explosion, with his tongue.
Ryo wasted no time, and quickly began to grind his hips down into a steady motion, reaching between them to finish taking Ueda’s pants off, kicking away his own in the process. Once free of the tight denim, Ueda wrapped his legs around Ryo’s waist, throwing his head back in abandon as he met each thrust of Ryo’s hips, all protests forgotten in favor of the hot dizzying sensations that were flowing between the two of them. Ueda moaned shamelessly, biting into the others shoulder as the pleasure mounted.
Ryo sat up, taking Ueda’s briefs off in one quick movement, his own boxers following suit. Within seconds he was leaning down, moving carefully over the flushed body below him, making sure not to let their groins come into contact. He stilled his body for a moment before dropping down between Ueda’s open legs and grinding hard against the other.
They both moaned loudly as their erections touched, tongues meeting in a heated battle as their bodies bucked desperately against one another, craving more of the sweet friction. Ueda raked a hand through Ryo’s black hair; bringing his face even closer while sucking on his tongue. Wanting even more friction, Ryo brought his hand down to encircle both of their cocks in a firm steady grip.
“Fuck yes.” Ryo gasped.
Everything had become blurry for Ueda. The only thoughts in his head were faster, harder, tighter, and oh yes this feels amazing. Because it did, it always did with Ryo.
They moved together, nipping at each others skin and gasping, moaning openly as they both approached the same high, as one. Their movements were as frantic as ever, Ueda tightening his legs around Ryo’s waist and grunting as he met each thrust of Ryo’s hand. With two final, precise flicks of his wrist, they came onto their chests, Ueda’s scream followed closely by Ryo’s muffled groan.
Only hard breathing and light moans filled the room as Ryo rode out his orgasm, shuddering as he was grinding himself hard against the now limp body beneath him.
“We are,” Ryo spoke after a few moments. “far, far from finished.”
“Why?.” He groaned, emptying the shot glass with a face and slamming it down onto the bar. He turned his head to look sadly at Nakamaru. “Why is he mad at me…”
Nakamaru shrugged, wiping some of the condensation off of his beer glass with a pinky finger.
“I don’t know, are you sure he’s even mad at you? According to Kame he was just annoyed at everything that was going on and really tired.”
“He was just saying that!” Jin insisted. Then furrowed his brows. “Wait, when did you talk to Kame?”
Nakamaru shrugged. “Earlier.”
“Earlier!” he repeated.
“Well, what did he say?” Jin pressed, motioning to the bartender to give him another three shots.
“Just that, what I just told you. Nothing else. He sounded sleepy.”
Jin tch-ed in annoyance. He wordlessly downed three shots without stopping. Nakamaru winced.
A minute of silence went by.
“I know him better than you, ya know.” Jin slurred.
Nakamaru rolled his eyes and gave him a pitiful look.
“Then why are you even asking me?”
“Shut up. Leave me alone. Go home and practice your stupid spitting noises. See if I care.”
“Where the hell did that come from?”
“Did you know Kame squeaks right before he comes? I bet you didn’t know that!”
“Oh, I am not nearly drunk enough for this shit.”
"Fuck." Ryo groaned. His hands were gripping Ueda's hips as he straddled Ryo, their pace becoming frantic. Ueda leaned forward, angling himself atop the other, making sure that spot was hit with each thrust.
Ueda screamed wordlessly as he finally lost control, abandoning any sense of rhythm as he moved wildly above Ryo, his body jerking involuntarily as he rode out his second orgasm of the night. It was Ueda's muscles contracting that pushed Ryo over the edge as he finally let loose with a guttural cry as he arched his back, pushing into Ueda and finishing with sharp frantic thrusts.
The two tried to catch their breath as they finally stilled, the last remnants of their orgasms leaving their bodies feeling tired and spent.
“Damn it, Ueda. You’re killing me.”
“Me?” Ueda was still trying to catch his breath as he got up, moving to lie beside his equally spent boyfriend. “You’re the one who suggested going again.”
Ryo only smirked lazily in response.
“And when did we end up on the floor?” Ueda questioned as he took in their surroundings.
“Who knows, or cares for that matter. I’m tired as hell. I feel like I’ve been ridden by a donkey for the past fifteen minutes straight.”
“Is that supposed to be funny?”
“Not at all. I really am tired.”
“You know what I meant.”
“Relax. It was just an expression, so stop being so fucking sensitive. I’m going home and showering. You should probably do the same.”
“That is, unless you wanted to go again?”
Ryo dodged the water bottle that flew towards his head.
“Fuck off and die.”
“I love you too, princess.”
Um yeah. Ok. Ryo and Ueda fans, please forgive me. I'll try hard to forgive myself. Oh, and this was my very first attempt at JE pron, so feel free to tell me how I did. no flames, please. Oh, and before you slap me around for throwing Akame in there for no reason, let me say that I will one day write an Akame one-shot that ties into this story somehow. So they were necessary. Really. *looks around*
ANY and ALL comments are welcome