Pairing : RyoUchi
Genre : Drabble.
Rating : PG
Summary : Lots of sexual innuendo with none of the action.
A/N : Drabble written based on one RyoUchi picture in The Television boonie brought to my attention. Apparently the strange goofy fics only come when I'm feeling confused and lost. For all the RyoUchi fangirls. The smut will just have to come another time. :\
Ryo stared at Uchi. Quite a few people had once said his glare was so intimidating that they didn’t dare to look at him but he doubted that was the real reason Uchi was avoiding his pointed glance. No, Uchi was doing it deliberately because he was being a fucking tease and there was nothing Ryo could do about it. Not when they were in the middle of a photography session for The Television, with the photography crew on standby, and the continuous burst of lights at them as the shutter clicked in quick succession. There were the random shouts of encouragement from the photographer as he angled his camera, hoping to capture the specific moment and translate it into the evidence of their love, splashing it in bright vivid colors on the pages of the magazine.
“Closer, Ryo!” He heard the photographer’s voice guiding him and he thought that if he got any closer, he was going to explode and they were going to have some very risqué pictures appearing on the magazine. Finally the photographer decided to give them some break time and Ryo just stood there, watching Uchi bask in the stylist’s ministrations, as he smiled at them and it seemed everyone was transfixed by him, by his frail pretty face, and his brittle smile. Ryo would be too, except Uchi’s glance flitted to him momentarily, and he could see the corners of that smile curving upwards like an unspoken challenge. Like bait thrown to a very willing and eager prey.
Not that Ryo was used to thinking of himself as prey, but sometimes weeks of sexual frustration tend to do that, considering that Ryo was very much a virile man in the prime of his youth and he had to resort to surfing porn channels in hotel rooms because he was that deprived of action. He was brooding and attempting to murder Uchi with his pointed glares when a crew member heaped a bundle of batons into his hands.
“Wha-?” Ryo was looking at the phallic objects in his hands when Uchi encircled one of them in his hand and twirled it effortlessly.
“I think they meant it for us to use it as props.” He said, holding the baton to his face before he tilted his face slightly and the pout of his lips almost brushed against the baton. Ryo was going to ask props for what (at least no one could ever fault him for lack of imagination) before the photographer saw an opportunity to take a picture. Finally Ryo decided he had enough, and he strode over, gripping the end of the baton in his hand, his fingers tightening around it. There was a surprised look on Uchi’s face as though this sudden twist in the plot wasn't quite what he had expected and he had no idea what to do. And since Ryo liked the lost look on Uchi’s face, he wrapped his arm tightly around Uchi’s waist, obliterating the space between them as he pulled Uchi near.
He could feel Uchi pressed up against him and his anger faded when he felt Uchi’s arm spanning his shoulders, and draping around him. It was an action so casual that it reminded him of what they used to be, how they used to be before all the anger, all the guilt and blame and disappointment. Back then their world hadn’t like this, it had been clear and straightforward and two years later, it hadn’t changed all that much. Except that Ryo would feel the uncertainty, the doubt and the fear as they tiptoed around each other and skirted around all the important issues even as they talked about how glad they were to co-star in the same drama and how much his support meant to Uchi. All that he knew, the one thing he wanted to know was whether Uchi still felt the same, whether time had somehow given them this one little mercy and whether their relationship had survived amongst the many casualties.
He could see Uchi’s eyes droop down to the baton held at hip-level, and his grip on the baton involuntarily loosened. The fisting of the baton, the easing and sliding of Uchi’s fingers up and down the length and the sharp intake of breath Ryo could hear from Uchi. Great, they were going to end up on The Television with their jeans tented and a baton in their hands, as they mimic some lewd act unbeknownst to everyone.
And Ryo couldn’t think of anything more perfect than that.