Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Revelations & Medications ❯ Slow Mornings ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4 - Slow Mornings

 

Fun with lemon and other fruit

 

 

As always, Ryo woke at dawn. It was usually helpful in his life but occasionally, like today, he wished he could turn off his internal alarm clock and sleep as soundly and as long as his partner did. After all, they had only fallen asleep after their long night of talking and then very tender lovemaking three hours ago.

 

Ryo looked down at his partner and lover. Dee was on his front and had one arm thrown possessively across Ryo's stomach with the hand bent back towards Ryo's chest as if admitting it had overshot its target. Dee's head was in its usual place of trying to straddle both men's pillows and only succeeding in lodging Dee's face firmly between the two goals.

 

What a beautiful and increasingly complex man Ryo's lover was. The absolutely most amazing thing about Dee, beyond the fact that he loved Ryo so fervently, is how Dee managed to end up as optimistic and passionate about life after all the shit he was put, and put himself, through. And though Penguin and even officer Latner had been big influences, Ryo couldn't help wondering, extremely privately, what gene pool had produced Dee.

 

All the difficult topics they had dived into last night. As someone that was still learning about his own sexual being, Ryo was emotionally reeling. Before last night, or rather before earlier this morning Ryo could never imagine, or indeed accept, why a young man would become a rent boy. But looking down at the body of his lover, Ryo came to the realization that that particular choice was all but inevitable for Dee. With no other family but his neighborhood and possessing such an outgoing nature, Dee claimed to have known every prostitute, female or male, in the Hells Kitchen and Times Square area by name. Dee would have unconsciously treated each of the working girls and boys as people instead of things and when Dee found himself open to the gay lifestyle, horny, pretty and in need of money - well like Dee admitted last night, it seemed obvious at the time.

 

Dee had been so surprised how well Ryo had taken the news and, truth be told, so was Ryo. Yes, Ryo's grandmother had shared a similarly brief stint in the same industry and was not in any way ashamed of it. However, his father's side of the family had treated it like a dirty little secret and heaped it with rationalizations and excuses whenever the cat got out. For a long time, Ryo had made the self-assumption that he was more like the straight-laced, rigid McLeans. But along with his acceptance of his own sexuality Ryo felt like he was slowly rewriting his entire self identity, though perhaps it was more that he was uncovering his true self.

 

Dee was unconsciously improving his grip on Ryo's torso. Ryo just watched as Dee's hand finally came back to snake under Ryo's shoulder. Using this new leverage Dee's body pulled itself closer to the warmth it wanted, the movement pulling Dee's face out of the crevasse between the pillows and planting Dee's head firmly on Ryo's pillow.

 

Ryo couldn't take it anymore. Ryo wanted Dee right now; Ryo wanted Dee's mouth on his, to feel all of Dee on top of him, not just the tantalizing weight of one arm.

 

Because he always woke first Ryo knew exactly how he should wake Dee to get what he wanted. It was a slow but enjoyable process. Most of the time Ryo was still so blown away by how his own body was reacting to whatever Dee was doing to it that he couldn't concentrate on anything else. Only on mornings like this did Ryo get to really study Dee's reactions to things. Ryo got to turn his trained eye on his lover and drink in his every subconscious twitch, sigh, and flush.

 

Very slowly Ryo started to pull out his right hand that had become pinned under Dee in his last snuggle. Ryo let the back of his nails tickle Dee's front as his hand made a relaxed serpentine route towards freedom. This produced a sexy little shiver in Dee that intensified as Ryo let just one pinky nail graze an unsuspecting nipple.

 

Dee shifted again, pulling his body into that contact. While this move brought Dee's hip to rest on top of Ryo's thigh and pulled the back of Dee's head firmly against Ryo's shoulder it also prevented any further northward motion by Ryo's hand. `Fine,' thought Ryo as he flipped the trapped hand palm up, `I'm flexible.' Ryo started to push his hand down again, this time aiming for Dee's far ribs. Needing to bend a little to get a good grip had the added benefit of levering Dee's whole head onto Ryo's chest. `Where it belongs,' Ryo found himself thinking and causing himself to blush at his presumption.

 

Prodding and caressing with his fingers Ryo quietly urged Dee to continue his progress towards where Ryo wanted him. Suddenly Dee moved his head, turning it into Ryo's chest. When Dee's teeth grazed Ryo's nipple Ryo knew he had been successful. Dee used his tongue to run the hardening nub along the back of his teeth making Ryo groan and hastily pull more of Dee on to him.

 

Letting go of Ryo's now enflamed nipple, Dee said, “Sweetie, I'm tired. I don't want to get up yet.” Dee nuzzled his cheek into Ryo's chest but seemed intent on going back to sleep.

 

“You don't have to get up,” Ryo reminded Dee, “we have the day off.” Ryo ghosted his finger tips down Dee's spine.

 

“Oh yeah, that's right, we don't have to go to work today. What an amazing partner I have. And the brat is gone for the day, too,” Dee wriggled a little more into the pliant body beneath him but still seemed reluctant to do anything more complicated.

 

“I just thought maybe, you know,” if Ryo could just keep Dee talking and interacting, “since we don't have to get out of bed, that maybe you could help me get back to sleep.” Ryo started to tickle the bottom few vertebrae of Dee's spine, a recently found excitable spot on Dee's body.

 

“Oh, and what would that take, helping you get back to sleep?” even though Dee's eyes were still firmly shut his voice was getting clearer and deeper.

 

“Oh, I don't know,” Ryo pushed the thigh that was under Dee's hip over and up in-between Dee's legs. Now Ryo could really gage how much he was getting to his lover. “What usually works to get me all relaxed and sleepy?”

 

Dee pushed his mouth against the base of Ryo's throat as he started a low grumbled chuckle. “The only thing I know that works for certain,” Dee said before nibbling at the inside edge of Ryo's collar bone, “is a good screw.” Dee was rewarded for his choice of language by a shivering in Ryo's body.

 

Ryo pulled Dee's face up to his. “Sounds good to me,” Ryo said before attaching his mouth to Dee's. Vaguely, in the back of Ryo's mind, he wondered how he had ever gone through so much of his life without kissing. Ever since Dee had kissed him the first time over two years ago, whether Ryo was admitting it to himself or not at the time, kissing had become the third most essential thing in his life after breathing and eating. The taste of Dee's mouth, the taste of Dee's breath, the taste of - Dee was intoxicating. Kissing his lover was now Ryo's favorite drug, the only addiction he had ever surrendered to.

 

Dee brought both of his legs in-between Ryo's and slid his hips up to be even with Ryo's, all without breaking the kiss. The slow deliberate movement finally brought both of their fully excited cocks into contact with each other. Ryo whimpered into Dee's mouth. Dee grunted and started rubbing the organs together at an excruciatingly slow pace. When Ryo whimpered again Dee took the opportunity to take charge of the kiss.

 

Ryo sighed; wryly he thought to himself, `mission accomplished.' Ryo bent his knees and spread his legs as far apart as they would go comfortably, letting Dee know what he wanted. Dutifully Dee sent a hand down to investigate. Dee's fingers found a still lubricated and somewhat loose entrance. Putting in a couple of fingers just to make sure caused Ryo to immediately push down on the intrusion and try to angle his pelvis so that Dee's fingers would hit that bundle of nerves. Dee laughed into their continuing kiss and added another finger to quickly finish the stretching.

 

When Dee pulled back both his fingers and his lips from Ryo, Ryo whimpered a third time, his body complaining even though his mind knew it was necessary for the really good stuff that was coming. Ryo's hips bucked up as they too lost their delicious contact. Ryo hadn't realized he had closed his eyes until he had to open them to see what was taking Dee so long to continue.

 

Looking down his own face Ryo saw Dee kneeling inside of Ryo's wantonly spread legs just looking at him with a blissful smile on his face. Dee looked like a kid on Christmas day having found that one coveted gift under the tree, a gift that would fulfill his life's ambition and be the envy of all his acquaintances.

 

Being looked at like that caused Ryo to become harder; Ryo's hips bucked again and Ryo's hands stretched down to invite Dee back into the embrace he had abandoned. “Dee,” Ryo breathed quietly but loud enough to bring Dee's attention up from Ryo's body to Ryo's eyes.

 

“God damn, but I am one lucky S.O.B.,” Dee whispered as he slid smoothly into Ryo's body and leaned over the man he loved. “I really don't de-Ouch!”

 

Ryo let go of the nipple he had just twisted rather hard. “Stop saying that.”

 

Dee gave Ryo a little smirk followed by a really hard thrust of his hips. Dee had found that spot that made Ryo's eyes roll back into his head. Leaning as close as he could comfortably go without interrupting the rhythm he was establishing, Dee entwined his hands with Ryo's letting the weight of his upper body rest on those deceptively delicate looking instruments. As another thrust found its mark Ryo let out a muted groan.

 

In a strained low voice, Dee said, “We're the - only ones - here, - Love. Scream it - for me; - help me believe - how good - it feels.”

 

That was all Ryo needed to hear; he let loose with moans and groans and sighs that rapidly increased in volume until, for once, he really was yelling. Ryo had no idea if he was screaming words, nonsense, or just Dee's name over and over. Whatever he was or wasn't saying definitely had an effect on Dee who was reduced to mumbling, “Oh God,” with every thrust, each thrust coming just a little faster than the last.

 

Clumsily Dee brought down his right hand, still entangled with Ryo's left, to work on Ryo's own erection. It didn't take much. The loss of inhibitions, the sensations of Dee dragging his own hand up and down his own cock, and his own increasing volume caused Ryo to come fast and hard. Dee followed immediately, his own excitement causing him to grip Ryo's still spurting cock painfully hard.

 

Dee then collapsed onto his panting lover. Ryo wrapped everything he had, arms, legs, fingers and toes around Dee preventing his lover from pulling out just yet. “So good,” Ryo panted into Dee's ear, giving the tender flesh there just a hint of a nuzzle with his lips. “So good, so good, so good, so good, so good,” Ryo took Dee's lobe in to his mouth and gave it a little nibble. “It feels so good, Love,” Ryo whispered directly into Dee's ear, “You can't even imagine.”

 

“I think I can, a little bit,” Dee said into the pillow not wanting to take his ear away from Ryo's mouth and whatever it was doing to him at that moment. “You can be very persuasive. Though I wouldn't mind being persuaded a lot more, as often as possible in fact.” Dee gave Ryo a little grind of the hips and managed to slip himself out in the process, causing Ryo to whimper a little yet again. Dee pushed his arms under Ryo and held him as tightly as he was being held.

 

After awhile, Dee asked, “Are you sleepy now?” Dee chuckled a little at the barely coherent `Uh-huh' he got in reply. “I'm going to go take a shower,” Dee said starting to pull his hands out from under Ryo.

 

“Not yet,” Ryo mumbled pulling Dee in tighter.

 

Dee chuckled again and kissed Ryo's eyelid before lying back down on top of his lover. “OK, I'll stay for now,” Dee said, “but eventually I am going to have to get up to take a whiz.”

 

Ryo sighed and made himself more comfortable underneath Dee's weight.

 

When Ryo woke up again three hours later he immediately registered that he was alone in the bed. Brushing his hand over Dee's side of the bed Ryo found even the sheets had gotten cold. Straining his ears Ryo thought he heard something in the main room of the apartment but couldn't be sure with all of the ambient noise from the city outside. Ryo giggled at his own silliness for wanting to tell New York to shut up for a second so he could tell where his lover had gone off to.

 

Wriggling his body under the sheets Ryo found his body sore in all those wonderful places that pushed the memories of their lovemaking to the front of his mind. After thinking for a couple of minutes about how much closer they had gotten last night, about how much they had learned about each other Ryo was horny again. “Dee?” Ryo called out. After all they only had six or seven hours left to be alone together before Bikky would be home. Ryo wanted to get a lot more `screwing' in during that time.

 

From somewhere outside of the bedroom, Dee answered. “Coming, sweetheart, just give me two ticks.”

 

When Dee did appear at the door it was well worth the wait. Ryo really didn't think he had ever seen such a wonderful sight in all of his life; there in the door to his bedroom was this well built, all but naked man carrying a tray with strong smelling coffee, a bowl of fruit, toast, and what suspiciously looked like a can of whipped cream that was trying to hide behind the coffee pot. Seeing where Ryo's eyes had stopped, Dee said, “It's for the strawberries.”

 

Ryo just grinned and pulled himself up against the headboard, reaching his arms out to take the tray from Dee. There was a close moment or two as Dee climbed back into the bed but the coffee only slopped a little bit. Ryo sat cross-legged and poured the coffee, making his own a little extra sweet. Ryo then passed the plate with the white toast to Dee and started putting the good marmalade onto his own wheat toast.

 

There wasn't any real verbal conversation during their breakfast in bed but there was a whole lot of communication. Each passing of the butter or a napkin came with a deep smile and often extraneous touches of the hands. Both men caught the other just staring at them from over the rims of their coffee cups, causing them to blush more than once.

 

Dee laughed when he caught Ryo looking at the whipped cream bottle, now center stage on the emptying tray, with a silly grin on his face. When Ryo realized he was caught he tried to quickly take a sip of coffee, but because the grin would not go away he ended up spilling the remaining liquid down his front. This just made Dee laugh harder. Dee handed the chagrined Ryo a napkin before moving the mugs, coffee pot, jelly, butter, silverware, and the toast plates on to his night stand.

 

This left just the bowl of strawberries and bananas, the can of Reddy Whip, and the bowl of sugar sitting on the tray. Ryo was transfixed. Slowly Dee picked up one strawberry by the stem. After shaking the can a little bit, Dee put on a small dollop of the cream and then he dunked this in the sugar bowl. “See, it's for the strawberries,” Dee said as he held out the decadent looking confection for Ryo to bite.

 

Somewhere in Ryo's cerebrum, Ryo was deciding that this really was a nice light dessert choice, both sweet and tart with a wonderful mix if textures. However the most basic part of Ryo's brain was so turned on it really wanted the tray and everything but that suggestive red and white can to get the hell out of the way so it could all be put to better uses.

 

Ryo reached for one of the bananas instead of crashing everything to the ground. Peeling back the skin Ryo broke off a good three inches before topping it in the cream and sprinkling the whole thing in sugar. Just as Ryo was moving it towards Dee's mouth, he got a different idea. Ryo took back the fruit concoction, looked Dee right in the eye, and started to very slowly, very gently lick the cream and sugar off. Dee groaned and bunched the sheets between his legs. Ryo continued his show until all the cream and sugar was gone. He then slowly pressed the whole piece of banana into his mouth through tight lips before working the fruit with cheeks and tongue until it was soft enough to go down.

 

Batting away Dee's extending hand; Ryo took the remaining piece of banana. Ryo topped it in the same manner with an extra large dollop of cream on the tip and then looked at Dee again. Dee was looking back lustfully completely ready for another display.

 

This time, however, Ryo brought the fruit to Dee. Ryo held the cream covered tip a half an inch away from Dee's lips, encouraging him to use his tongue. Dee did so with gusto sweeping the whole top curlicue of cream into his mouth at once. With tantalizing deliberation Ryo turned the banana, holding only one part of the plantain close enough for Dee to taste at any time. Though the fruit and Dee's head were keeping basically still, both men's eyes were dancing with Ryo's escalation of the game.

 

Unfortunately, their lower bodies were also squirming with the mounting tension. Just as Dee's tongue was snaking out for the last little clump of sugar that was hanging on right below the tip, the parallels were too great and someone's leg hit the forgotten tray. The remaining fruit, the plates, and the can of cream were not an issue. But the open bowl of sugar was another story, dumping its gritty contents all over the rumpled sheets. Ryo swore when he turned and saw what had happened. Dee started to chuckle but also reached out and grabbed Ryo's wrist that was still holding the all but licked clean banana. The momentum was too good to lose and Dee would be damned if Ryo was going to break it off to go do laundry. Dee increased his grip so that he got back Ryo's attention. Dee then slowly forced Ryo's hand back towards his mouth.

 

Ryo pushed the thought of his bed linens and rugs out of his mind. It could be cleaned later, say after he wore Dee out and back into sleep. Ryo smirked at the kind of things he made plans and allowances for these days.

 

Dee lifted an eyebrow at Ryo's sudden change in expression. But Dee had plans of his own that his lover would never guess. Right now he had some specific ideas about how he would like this specific game to continue. Once the banana was an inch from his mouth, Dee stopped pulling it forward, letting Ryo think that the game was going to progress as before. But once Ryo had stabilized his hold, Dee started to forcibly pull the fruit the remaining distance to his mouth. Ryo caught on quickly and held back as long as he could.

 

With a quirky smile Dee suddenly lunged forward and bit the soft fruit in two. Before he knew what he was doing Ryo found himself diving into Dee's mouth as if trying the recover the stolen bite.

 

Both men were surprised but didn't stop what they were doing. Ryo had never actually tasted food in another person's mouth before, but, after a brief “why the fuck did I do that” moment, Ryo realized that he liked both tastes: the taste of the fruit and the taste of the man. In fact Ryo found he missed the fruit a little bit as the soft stuff was quickly dissolved and devoured between them. When they broke apart, Ryo giggled and mumbled, “Ummm, banana flavored Dee, my favorite.”

 

“Since when?” Dee asked laughing as he pulled Ryo further on top of him.

 

“Since right now,” Ryo smiled as he let Dee entangle their legs together and he settled down into his new vantage point. Ryo kissed Dee again and this time let his lips wander aimlessly around Dee's face until they finally found one of Dee's ears. For some reason Ryo's tongue really liked playing with Dee's lobes, especially teasing the half grown over piercings. Of course the main reason Ryo liked this act is what it did to Dee. As they were both already worked up Dee eventually arched his back to the point that he lifted all of Ryo off of the bed with him.

 

After enjoying his little ride, Ryo started to just slowly nuzzle into Dee's neck to allow them both to catch their breaths. When Dee got his breath back he said, “Ryo, my love, I want to ask you to do something for me.”

 

“Of course, sweetie, anything,” Ryo said into the back of Dee's neck where his nuzzling had taken him, “you know that.”

 

Dee swallowed and said, “I want you to fuck me.”

 

Not understanding, Ryo giggled and said, “Silly, what do you think we have been doing all morning?”

 

“You're not getting it,” Dee said pulling Ryo's face out and far enough away to look Ryo in the eye comfortably. After another swallow, Dee said, “I want you to fuck me.”

 

As the dime dropped Ryo gave Dee a sweet smile and said, “No.”

 

Dee did not look surprised. “You love me so much,” Dee stroked back Ryo's hair, “but I need you to believe me when I tell you that I want this. I want this for me.”

 

“Sweetie,” Ryo said looking as confused as he felt. “We went over all of this last night. What changed between then and now?”

 

Dee rubbed a thumb along Ryo's chin. “The sun came up,” Dee said simply.

 

Ryo's confusion was rapidly turning into annoyance at Dee's seemingly glib answer. “Dee-,” Ryo started in the tone of voice that meant he was not in the mood for games, their recent activities forgotten now that the big issues were back in the fore.

 

“No, honestly that is the difference,” Dee said. Fighting a good deal of resistance Dee pulled Ryo's head down onto his chest. “Shush, and listen, love.” Dee resumed stroking Ryo's hair. “The sun came up. After you went back to sleep I got up and took a shower. And I was thinking about everything we saw and did and talked about last night. And standing there in your sunny and pretty bathroom, with you in this big and wonderful bed, I realized something. See, I only went out to sell myself at night, on nights like last night. It all happened in dark alleys or smoky backrooms. I never went to anyone's home and I never stayed with anyone until morning.

 

And then I realized that, on the mornings after the nights I would be so upset, I would wake up in this sunny apartment of yours with you nearby, if not in the bed with me. On those mornings I would wake up and take a shower and it would seem obvious to me that that very next night would be The night. I would casually ask you if you wanted to be the top or imply that I really wanted to be bottom. And the feeling that it would be right, maybe even enjoyable would fill me. And I knew that it would deal with all my irrational concerns and my guilt.” Dee gave the top of Ryo's head where it rested under his chin a little kiss. “But then we would go to work and deal with all the ugliness there and then by the time our shift would be over it would be dark again.”

 

“And you would be back to where you had started,” Ryo finished Dee's story.

 

“Yeah,” Dee said. “But today, well today we're staying in and, and making love all morning. Your apartment is as sunny and warm and wonderful as ever. And you are even more wonderful and sunny and sexy as ever.” Dee traced Ryo's hip with one hand while the other stayed tangled in those dirty blond locks he so loved. “And even more importantly it's no longer a secret. I don't feel as guilty anymore.”

 

Ryo traced the areola of the nipple in front of him as he weighed everything that Dee was saying now with everything he had found out last night. “So you are saying that the sunlight has cancelled out all the revulsion I felt in you last night?” Ryo asked.

 

“No, no, that's not what I am trying to say.” Dee threw his head back into the pillow in search of the right words. “Or rather it wasn't really revulsion it was - bad memories, shadows. And it wasn't all bad or I would have never gone back. I mean I wasn't like those kids who needed a fix or didn't have a home to go back to or were just desperate to find something like love. As bad as my life was I did know real, unconditional love and I knew there was somewhere safe I could always go back to. Really the - disgust was just how cheap I ended up feeling, especially after a night when all my pick-ups were either mean or condescending. It is just that in my stupid mind that shit got all caught up in the act itself. That, and the few really bad times when it hurt because they wanted it to hurt, cancelled out the ok or even good times.”

 

Putting both hands on Ryo's head again and pulling him back to where they could look each other in the eye, Dee said, “But do you know what the clincher is?” Ryo just shook his head as much as he could while it was still being held tight by Dee. “The clincher is - nothing I could do with you could be disgusting or wrong. Even if it doesn't blow my mind the way it blows yours, it would still be an act of making love with you.”

 

Ryo pulled his head out of Dee's grasp to kiss him. He felt that he had to taste for the truth of Dee's words. When he ended the kiss and he pulled back, Ryo smiled down at Dee. “Ok.”

 

“Really?” If Ryo hadn't completely believed Dee's words, then the way Dee's face had now lit up would have tipped the balance.

 

“Really, we will try it,” Ryo reached up to stroke Dee's cheek. “But if I feel like you are getting too nervous or tense I am going to stop. It doesn't mean we won't try it again, but I will stop if I feel like you are getting upset or trying to hide the fact that you are upset.” Suddenly Ryo looked sheepish, “but Dee, I don't…”

 

“Shush, Love,” Dee had actually anticipated this next bit. “You know what you like right? Just do that for, to me.”

 

“Ok,” Ryo didn't sound all that sure. Suddenly Ryo jumped off of Dee and off of the bed.

 

“What the-“, Dee started to say. Then Dee started to laugh.

 

“I just can't think like this.” Ryo was folding over the bedspread where the sugar had spilled. “I'm sorry, I tried but I just can't.”

To be continued

(Yeah - like I would really end it there!)