Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Jazz & Other Vices ❯ Chapter 3

Author's Note: I was inspired to write this from listening to Billy Holiday songs, but I realized later that she didn't come onto the music scene until the 40's. Also, ppl didn't really have personal records of singers, etc. until later as well. So I apologize for being somewhat anachronistic with the story! Please forgive the historical inaccuracies for the sake of the fiction. ^_^!

Anyway, here's the final chapter! Hope you like!

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Fake

 

 

Dee pulled up to Ryo's apartment in his ragged, beaten-up Ford. It was amazing the automobile was able to move since it was in such bad shape. Ryo didn't know where Dee had obtained the Model T, and he didn't ask. All he really wanted was to climb into bed and sleep for a week.

 

After breaking down in front of Dee, it had taken the blond detective some time to collect himself. And after that they still had to deal with filing a report with the chief. By the time Dee offered to give him a ride home, the sky was growing pale and the sunrise wasn't far off. Ryo sighed and stretched, preparing himself for the long flight of steps up to his apartment.

 

"Thanks," he said softly as he opened the squeaky car door.

 

"Huh?" Dee said, lost in his own thoughts.

 

"Thanks, for being there," Ryo said with a smile that melted the heart of the man beside him.

 

"I told you, I'll always be there," he replied, and Ryo believed him. Before he could get out of the car, however, his stomach made a loud, churning growl and ruined the tender moment between the would-be lovers.

 

Laughing, Dee suggested, "Since it's almost morning anyway, why don't you let me make you breakfast?"

 

"Well," Ryo hesitated. He was exhausted and breakfast sounded wonderful, but, "Are you sure it would be eatable?" he teased.

 

"Won't know until you try it," Dee replied with a wink.

 

"That doesn't sound promising."

 

"Give me a chance, Ryo," Dee said in an injured tone, making puppy-dog eyes at his partner.

 

Sighing in resignation, Ryo said, "Oh, all right, but we have to be quiet, Bikky's sleeping."

 

"Of course," said Dee, but in truth he had forgotten for a moment about Ryo's foster son. Well, it didn't matter; any time spent with Ryo was quality time. Even if the little rug rat did show up.

 

Turning off the loud, cranking engine, Dee started to follow Ryo up the flight of stairs, then stopped. Ryo turned and looked down at him questioningly, "What is it?"

 

"I want to get something from the car," he said, heading back down the steps. "You go ahead, I'll be right there," he called over his shoulder. Shrugging, Ryo turned and made his way back up.

 

Back at his car, Dee rummaged through the back seat and grinned when he finally felt the thin, square cover slip on the record he had been searching for. Weeks ago he'd stashed the record away and waited for a chance to play it for Ryo. Although, at the time, he wasn't sure if the demure man would care for jazz, now he knew for sure he'd love it.

 

Hopping up the steps with surprising energy for someone who'd been up for almost 24 hrs straight, Dee reached for the door. It didn't open. Great, he thought, it would be just like Ryo to 'accidentally' lock it and leave me out here. But the lock was only jammed and with a little more force, the door swung open.

 

"Shhhhh!" Ryo hissed as soon as he walked inside. Humoring the man sprawled over the sofa, Dee tiptoed theatrically across the living room toward him. Then handing him the record, he smiled, "For the jazz-lover." Ryo blushed; he had forgotten the conversation at the speak-easy earlier that night.

 

"M-maybe I should make breakfast," he stammered, hoping to divert Dee's attention and change the subject.

 

"No, rest. I'll do it," said Dee, setting the record down. It could wait, he was hungry as well. Besides, Ryo would probably be more pliable after he had a nice, full belly.

 

After finishing what Ryo could only describe as an "adequate" meal, Dee shuffled the dishes into the kitchen and moved to put on the record. Sighing, Ryo knew the raven-haired man would never get around to actually cleaning the plates and he would have to do it himself later that day. Much later, after some much-needed sleep. He stretched and yawned, hoping Dee would take the hint for once and just leave him to go to bed. Slowly, he crept toward his bedroom.

 

"Where do you think you're going?" Ryo heard Dee's voice call behind him.

 

"The sun's coming up, I'm going to sleep."

 

"Nope," said Dee, stepping closer as the music softly filled the room and the first beams of the sun crept across the floor. "Come on, let's dance," he said. In the sweet, shining light, Dee's half-naked body glowed a faint gold as he reached his hand out to the other man. When had the startlingly handsome man discarded his shirt, Ryo wondered. As he was drawn into a warm embrace, he wondered if he hadn't actually fallen asleep and into one of his many unacknowledged dreams about his attractive partner. At some point, between the wistful notes of the melody and the heated body swaying him to the rhythm, Ryo simply ceased to care.

 

Maybe he was just too tired to protest, but another part of his mind knew that he was finally allowing himself the honesty of enjoying Dee's company- his closeness and warmth. For once, Dee wasn't pushing him either. Neither man led the other as they danced slowly about the floor. Ryo sighed and laid his head against the raven-haired man's shoulder, shaking his head slightly.

 

"What am I going to do with you?" Ryo said softly next to Dee's ear, a little bewildered at the strength of his feelings at the moment.

 

"I can think of a few things..." he replied teasingly.

 

"Dee!" Ryo chided, but he was laughing gently. How did Dee do it, he wondered. The man somehow always slipped passed his carefully constructed defenses. If he was always pushing his boundaries, always pouncing on him, maybe Ryo could've pushed his feelings aside. But this man who now wrapped his arms firmly about his body, this man knew just when to be gentle with him as well. And it was this sudden softness and vulnerability coupled with his often rash and passionate bombardments, that really did Ryo in.

 

Almost unconscious of what he was doing, Ryo slipped his hands around to press along Dee's back, drawing the man tighter against him. Ryo began to respond to his partner's movements, leaning into him and brushing their hips together. A sigh escaped his lips as he felt Dee's chest raise and fall with his own.

 

As he watched the blond man in his arms with fascination, barely daring to breathe lest it break the mood, Dee heard a sigh of acquiescence. Ryo's body relaxed in his embrace and the detective knew that some wall protecting the man's heart had melted away. Something had changed and shifted between them.

 

Smooth, soft lyrics entered the song, delivered by a husky, powerful voice. There had been a reason Dee had selected this particular record. Letting the smooth music lead them, he whispered the words into Ryo's ear.

 

"I'm gonna love you, like nobody's loved you.." he cooed. "Come rain, or come shine..." now his hips pressed Ryo's in a luscious rhythm of their own. "I guess when you met me, it was just one of those things..." Both men secretly smiled as Dee sung-spoke the words. Tentatively, Ryo lifted his eyes and met Dee's intense gaze for the first time since he had taken him in his arms. "And I'm gonna be true, if you let me," the dark-haired man said in a low, sultry whisper just before his mouth claimed Ryo's. With surprise, Dee felt Ryo's lips drift open of their own volition and, slipping his tongue inside, he thought he had never felt anything so heavenly in all his life.

 

With Ryo so wonderfully willing and tempting in his grasp, Dee found it difficult to keep his lust in check. His arousal grew with every delirious movement, every artless caress of his love's hands down the exposed skin of his back. Tearing his lips away, the taller man slipped his mouth down the column of pale skin along Ryo's neck. When he felt a low, barely audible moan escape from Ryo's throat, Dee couldn't help but grind more firmly into the other man's bulging hardness.

 

In his hazy brain, Ryo wondered what was happening, how he had come to yield to Dee's advances so swiftly in the morning's light. It was as if the sunrise had dissolved the icy confines about his heart as easily as it had the dew over the cold ground. He felt a hand reach around slip under the curve of his buttocks and he did nothing to protest. On the contrary, he seemed unable to do anything but fall further and further into the blazing rays of the sun and sensuality swimming around him. He knew he should stop soon, had to stop soon... but not just yet.

 

Feeling Ryo so alive, so responsive was driving Dee close to his limits. The knowledge that Ryo felt his hardened manhood against him and was in turn pressing his own growing length into him was heady, intoxicating. His beautiful, fair-haired partner had never been so unabashedly passionate. If he could just move them quietly to the bedroom, maybe...

 

CLICK! The sound of a door opening... Abruptly, Ryo snapped his head back, shoved back into reality like a man slapped out of a deep dream. The two men stood staring at each other in silence as they heard the feet of a small boy shuffle to the bathroom and, after a long moment, return the way they had come.

 

When the door of Bikky's room click closed once more, they both released a breath they hadn't known they'd been holding. But Dee didn't release his hold on Ryo. The last phrases of the song drifted into the space between them: "You're gonna love me, like no one's loved me... come rain or come shine." Then silence followed by the fuzzy sound of the record needle reaching the end of its trail filled the room.

 

Reluctantly, Dee untangled himself from Ryo's embrace to walk over to the record player. Without the strong man's arms about him, Ryo felt fatigue settle about his shoulders once more. He sat down heavily on the sofa and sighed. As much as knew this morning had somehow changed things between them, Ryo wasn't sure what that would mean in the long run. His eyes fluttered closed from confusion and weariness. Too much had happened in the past several hours. He needed to sleep and recover a clear mind before he could process it all.

 

Dee watched as the man he adored sank into the couch cushions and covered his eyes his hands, sighing. It had been a very long day after all and they both needed rest. Dee didn't want to spoil the perfect tenderness between them by trying to recapture it by force. Besides, the shy blond had opened himself to the other man in a way he never had before and Dee could feel the winds of change. He could wait another day before exploiting them.

 

Although Ryo had expected Dee to come back over to him and attempt to resume their amorous activities, he didn't. Instead, he slipped his shirt back over his muscular shoulders and walked over to stand in front of Ryo. Then, looking deeply into Ryo's dark eyes, he passed a finger gently down one soft cheek and told him, "Get some sleep, I'll be around when you wake." He grabbed his hat and, with a warm, confident smile, slipped out the door.

 

Too tired and too torn with indecision to stop him, Ryo simply sat up and walked to the large window that looked down onto the street and watched his partner depart. As he watched this strange, course man who affected his heart so deeply, a new song floated into the room. He hadn't realized Dee had put on the other side of the record, but he was glad of it. The tune was amusing and upbeat, with lyrics that seemed to express his emotions better than he could've himself.

 

"Comes a heat wave you can hurry to the shore,

comes the cold you can hide behind the door,

comes love, nothing can be done..."

 

Ryo smiled at the truth behind the facile words. Watching the golden sun in the sky, he knew from then on he wouldn't be able to hide his affection for Dee anymore than he could keep the sun from pouring over the horizon everyday.

 

As he walked to his automobile, Dee could feel Ryo's gaze upon him as much as he felt the heat of the sun. He knew the man would be listening to the other song right about now and he smiled to himself, whispering under his breath:

 

"Don't try to hide it, cuz there isn't any use...

Comes love, nothing can be done..."

 

 

******* Well, I hope you enjoyed this! It was fun to write b/c I've been listening to these songs for weeks and thinking of Ryo and Dee!

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