[fic] The One Where Ryo Was Gentle

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Title: The One Where Ryo Was Gentle
Author: gina84 
Pairing: RyoDa
Rating: PG-16 (because of Ryo’s sharp tongue and Tat-chan’s cursing which I wasn’t able to temper, and a few other little things as well ^___^)
Disclaimer: Um… nope… I’m brave enough neither to steal Tat-chan from Ryo nor to steal Ryo from Tat-chan…
Summary: Even a tough boy like Ryo melts when it comes to his hime’s health…

A/N: No offense here! I’m not trying to misuse Tat-chan’s current situation, this story just popped up on my mind and I decided to write it down. Hope he’ll be okay soon, and you’ll enjoy this little randomness ^_^

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Ryo looked up at the display of the digital clock on the wall. It was keeping exactly the same time as when he had checked it last time…not more than two seconds ago. Ryo shuffled his feet then started to nervously dodge around the corridor in front of the closed door. Running his torpid fingers through the dark strands of his hair Ryo was muttering incoherent curses, slowly going nuts with every damn second passed.

 

The silence was driving him crazy, as well as the awareness of that everything he could do was what he was doing right then, waiting and being patient.

 

But patience had never been Ryo’s strong point.

 

Not if it concerned his hime.

 

In any way.

 

Ryo quickly inspected the clock again. The first number from the right had finally increased. The man sighed in relief. At least the clock was working well and he hadn’t been transported to some fucking timeless space not knowing how the fuck it had happened. He realized his hands were trembling and he quickly hid them burying them into his pockets. Ryo sneered at his own pathetic behavior.

 

No way was Nishikido Ryo nervous being in a hospital.

 

The next moment Ryo all jerked up hearing a door opened. He brusquely chopped around but froze at the spot then as he saw the one leaving the consulting room was just a nurse.

 

Ryo sighed again rubbing his face even slapping himself slightly to recover. Okay, he might have been a little nervous.

 

After the next moment that pretty much seemed like a damn eternity to Ryo the door opened once again and Ueda came out from the doctor’s surgery, propping himself upon the crutches and hopping on one leg while trying to keep the other one up not touching the floor. He took a leave of the doctor politely bowing his head then poked the door with his shoulder and turned to Ryo.

 

“So?” Ryo bit his lip to prevent himself from showing what a respite it was seeing the older one again in one piece. “What did he say?”

 

Ueda rolled his eyes. “I’m fine. Actually I was fine two days after that damn jump already. Don’t get why the doctor wants to do damn checkups every other day. A sprained ankle, no big deal, ne?” He beckoned to his pocket. A small piece of paper was sticking out of there.

 

“What’s that?” Ryo asked.

 

The other one sighed in apparent disbelief. “I told him I don’t need another fucking painkillers but you know what doctors can be like…”

 

“Yeah,” Ryo shrugged his shoulders slowly approaching his boyfriend and giving him an inquiring glance. As soon as he noticed Ueda was looking at him as well with his eyebrows slightly raised, Ryo shook his head frowning. “Let’s go,” he decided. “We can pick your medicine in a drugstore on the way home. My home,” Ryo added ignoring Ueda’s breath to start protesting.

 

An hour and half later Ueda was half sitting half lying on the bed in Ryo’s bedroom flicking over a magazine. Bored to death and a little dazed. He could hear Ryo was doing something in the next room, most probably washing up. The television was turned on. But Ueda wasn’t interested in watching a fucking television… A television was the last thought on his mind. Actually what he was interested in right now was a thousand miles away from anything connected to television!

 

He rubbed his eyes trying to flip over the growing numbness caused by the strong painkillers Ryo had forced him to take when they had got home.

 

“Ry-y-yo!” Ueda called upon the younger one to get his attention, whining and giggling just imagining what he was about to do. The effect of drugs was getting on his senses turning him into an eight-year-old wit-cracker setting a trap to make fun of his teacher. Ueda chuckled. The main difference was that he wasn’t eight – and what he wanted to do was something an eight-year-old baby-boy definitely couldn’t have done with his teacher. “Ry-y-oo!” he whined, throwing apparently the most boring magazine on the Earth away and impatiently fidgeting on the bed.

 

But it seemed the latter didn’t hear him.

 

Ueda clashed both his palms against the mattress. Well, he had tried the nice way – and it hadn’t worked...

 

“HELL! NISHIKIDO MOVE YOUR ASS AND GET OVER HERE!” the boxer shouted, narrowing his eyes, vision burning through the half-opened door to the living room. And a smirk of satisfaction popped on his face when the said door burst open and Ryo showed in the doorframe rushing to find out what happened.

 

“Hime?” Ryo heaved, startled eyes roaming about the room searching for any possible problem. But finding nothing he backed the glance to the man sitting restlessly on the bed. “What’s wrong?”

 

“You ask me?” Ueda couldn’t believe his ears. He darted up into the sitting then knelt on the bed ruffling the sheeting, not too much cautious about his bandaged ankle and even less interested in the terrified look Ryo was giving to his sudden action.

 

“Hime! The doctor said you should rest if you mean to continue in your tour!”

 

But Ueda just chuckled leaning closer to Ryo and wrapping his hands around the latter’s neck. He simpered in the most innocent way Ryo had ever seen – and well had the younger one got to know A LOT of Tat-chan’s smiles and puppy eye expressions! And before could Ryo proceeded what was going on he felt the soft and desirous lips hardly pressing against his, mercilessly demanding Ryo to part his lips and allow the other’s tongue in. Surprised at first as he wasn’t expecting this at all Ryo just followed the unspoken command and opened his mouth letting his hime to do whatever he intended, licking, sucking even biting.

 

Ueda was relishing the moment of having the edge on the other one, sucking harder and harder as nothing seemed to be enough. His body drew near finally squashing up with the other, slim yet well-build, firm and oh-so-damn-hot. Ueda moaned then left Ryo’s lips only to travel down his jaw line and even below to his neck, alternating sucking and biting every now and then.

 

He hissed and groaned in discomfort feeling Ryo grappled his shoulders and pushed him back, carefully yet resolutely. Aware of every move, Ryo made Tatsuya to lie down on the bed again sighing over his displeased protests.

 

“You need to sleep…”

 

“RYO! Fuck!”

 

Breathing with difficulties and trying to keep his eyes from the perfect body right in front of him, Ryo gulped heavily. He threw a fleeting glimpse to Ueda’s injured leg.

 

Ueda noticed that and gasped for air. “Seriously?” He lifted his leg a bit above the mattress and then put it down again, gritting his teeth as a sharp pain ran up his whole leg and even far. The boxer clenched his lips together not to show any hint of suffering. “A sprained ankle is not the end of the world for god sake! See? It’s nothing!”

 

Ryo folded arms in front of his chest, an unmistakable gesture of determination. “Why does that nothing look exactly like an injury then?”

 

“Because there is a fucking fancy-dress party and an injury-mask is IN this season!” Ueda blurted out. He didn’t get it. In the normal course of events Ryo would have been already naked and they would have fucked, sweaty bodies clashing with each other, mouths intergrown and selfishly sucking air out of the other’s lungs. Nails dug deep into the skin scrawling it and leaving long red marks all over their backs and shoulders. Ueda bucked his hips just thinking about that. “Do you even remember the last time we had done it, Nishikido? With all your damn obligations out of the city and KAT-TUN tour and my cons… Don’t think you are the only one here with the right of being horny!”

 

Of course Ryo remembered.

 

As if he had a fucking mental counter in his head that was numbering every damn day Ryo stayed away from his hime.

 

But he also knew well how rough their sex could be and he didn’t want to risk Tatsuya would be hurt even more than he already was.

 

“Your ankle, we have to be cautious,” Ryo muttered. “I can’t do it, hime. Not now. And believe me it’s not because I don’t want to…”

 

Ueda gave up, letting his head fall back onto the pillow. Deep down he knew Ryo was right, as much as it seemed impossible that it was the younger one who was refusing to have sex, Tatsuya knew he could have been easily hit during their bed battle. And he silently thanked Ryo for being so attentive and gentle, though no way could he admit something like that aloud without permanent consequences.

 

After a while he propped himself on the elbows feeling a ticklish touch on his leg. He looked down over his chest and saw Ryo, hunkering down next to the footboard of the bed, had tucked his trouser-leg up to uncover his bandaged ankle. Now Ryo’s fingers were running over the sore place caressing it.

 

Ryo smiled at him. “You need your darn hot ankle for your show. For your fans.”

 

Ueda was watching as the latter bent his head and placed a kiss right to the spot where the smooth skin of Tatsuya’s shank was disappearing under the plaster.

 

“But I need you, too, Ryo. And that’s not for any show or fans or anything. It’s just me needing you.”

 

Ryo smirked. He traced the leg up to the knee with his tongue and sucked hard on the knuckle. “Just you wait, hime. As soon as you’re okay nothing will stop me and you will even beg for another injury.”

 

 ~ THE END ~

Comments

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so cute, ryo so sweet to his hime
thank you so much for sharing