Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Three Times A Charm ❯ Chapter 6

Title: Three Times A Charm

Author: JadeHeart

Located/Archived: AdultFanFiction.net - If anyone else would like it, please ask me first!

Fandom: Fake

Rating: X

Warnings: bad language, yaoi, sexual thoughts

Timeline: follows on directly from the end of Vol 7

Summary: Broken promises…..

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this, they belong to the creators of `Fake', nor am I making any profits from this.

 

 

 

Chapter 6

 

The day hadn't dragged as Ryo had feared that it would.

 

Writing up reports and shuffling paper wasn't any more of a good time to him than it was to Dee. Ryo just happened to see the necessity of it and approached it with the view that the sooner it was done, the sooner it would be over.

 

Unlike Dee, who tried to work on the principle that if he buried it far enough down in the piles accumulating on his desk, eventually it would be forgotten by everyone. Dee very much had the view of `out of sight, out of mind'. Even though he knew perfectly well that it just wasn't going to work - it never did. However, that didn't stop Dee still trying it.

 

However, this day Ryo had managed to nail Dee to his chair and desk and make him go through all the required reports. Ryo had refused to take on any of Dee's quota of the workload. Ryo had more than enough of his own to carry on with.

 

He was very proud of himself also, for another completely different reason. There had only been one time when his mind had strayed badly from the job during the day. One time when he had let his emotions overcome his mind.

 

Dee had got up to rummage through one of the other drawers, searching for who knew what. His back was to Ryo, as he bent over the desk. Ryo couldn't help but look and admire the way the well cut slacks outlined Dee's firm buttocks, clinging to his shape, almost like a second skin. Ryo's fingers had itched to reach out and run his hand over those curves, aching to feel the hot flesh that was hidden from his sight.

 

He had to physically grip the edge of his desk to stop himself from getting to his feet and walking over there. He could imagine walking up quietly behind Dee, wrapping his arms around Dee's waist and pulling his hips back, so his buttocks was pressed up hard against Ryo's crotch.

 

Ryo could feel himself grow hard at that thought. He could picture it so clearly, almost feel the pressure against his groin.

 

Dee would straighten up, but Ryo wouldn't let him turn around. He would keep him facing away from him, bringing his lips to touch the skin on the back of Dee's neck, running the tip of his tongue lightly along the exposed flesh, circling around Dee's ears, sucking on the lobes. Dee would lean back further against him, melting into his touch, moaning softly as Ryo kissed him.

 

Ryo would slide his hand down lower, rubbing over the bulge growing in the front of Dee's trousers. His long fingers would trace the outline of Dee's hard erection constricted in his pants, running along the length, cupping his balls. Dee would moan deeper when Ryo would gently squeeze his balls, before returning to run his fingers more firmly up and down his length. Dee would push back harder against him then, yet at the same time his hips would try and thrust forward into Ryo's firm hand.

 

Ryo would then use his other hand to untuck the ends of Dee's shirt from his trousers, slipping his hand underneath once it was free, feeling the heated flesh against the coolness of his own. He would slide his hand lightly across Dee's stomach, feeling it draw in as Dee's breath caught at the contact. He would be able to feel every ridge of Dee's stomach muscles ripple as he continued to move his hand up higher.

 

He would continue to rain kisses across Dee's neck, softy blowing on the moist skin, something he had found affected Dee in a most delightful manner. He wouldn't disappoint, letting out another deep moan and arching back against Ryo.

 

Ryo would slide his hand up higher still, until his questing fingers bumped over an already erect nipple. He would run the pads of his fingers lightly over this jutting portion of flesh, lightly, barely touching. Dee's head would fall back on his shoulder, he would see his eyes closed tight, would hear his breathing coming in shallow pants.

 

He would run his tongue up the side of Dee's neck, along the length and over the jaw. At the same time, he would close his fingers more tightly over the nipple he had been caressing and tweak it. Dee would let out a small cry and arch back even further, his hips thrusting hard against Ryo's other hand that was stroking him more firmly.

 

“Ryo..” Dee would moan in barely a whisper.

 

Ryo knew he would shiver at that sound. He didn't know if Dee knew just how sexy he sounded like that. Just how much it pushed Ryo closer to the edge to hear Dee almost begging for his touch.

 

Ryo would give in then, undoing Dee's pants, pulling the zip down, and reaching in to release his erection. He could imagine the feel of Dee's flesh, the silkiness of the skin, the heat and hardness, the moisture that he could gather from the head and rub down the length. He would then begin to stroke Dee in earnest, up and down his length, finding that sensitive spot on the underside near the head.

 

He would feel Dee's body begin to shake, shivering in the buildup of his release. His breathing would be harsh now, not gentle, soft pants, but deep and ragged. His face would be flushed, small beads of sweat forming at the temples.

 

Ryo would continue to caress Dee's nipples, alternately treating them kindly with soft touches, gentle strokes, slow rubs, then squeezing hard, rolling them, slightly twisting the hardened flesh. Dee liked it both ways.

 

He would be nearly supporting all of Dee's weight now as the other man leant back fully into his embrace, thinking of nothing except the pleasure that was coursing through his body.

 

Ryo could tell when Dee was getting close. He knew Dee's body so well now. He could read the signs; the tensing, the hitch in the breathing, the intense quivering through every muscle, the rising almost onto his toes, as with a hoarse shout, he would climax.

 

Ryo would feel the sticky liquid spurting from the end of Dee's cock, as he cupped his hand over the head, capturing as much of the fluid as he could. He wouldn't want to make a terrible mess here. After a few more thrusts, Dee would collapse against him.

 

By this time, Ryo would probably have to let them slide to the floor. He wouldn't be able to hold Dee's dead weight up for too long, and it was easier for Dee to get his breath back if he was able to relax more fully for a moment.

 

They would sit on the floor, still embracing, Dee leaning back against Ryo. Dee would then reach out and take Ryo's cupped hand, bringing it up to his mouth. His tongue would flick out and he would begin to lap at Ryo's hand, licking off the stickiness that coated it entirely.

 

Ryo had remembered the first time Dee had done this, had actually tasted himself. His first reaction had been to feel disgusted. However, at the same time, Ryo couldn't help but also find it erotic, feeling Dee's tongue slide over his flesh, sucking his fingers into his warm mouth. As Dee had explained later, why should he not taste his own release? It was, after all, his. And how could he expect Ryo to like it, if he wasn't prepared to do the same? Looking at it from that perspective, Ryo soon lost his revulsion for the act.

 

So, like now, at this moment, as Dee would lick his hand clean, he would feel only pleasure at the act. He would then lean forward and flick his tongue out to skim across Dee's lips. He would be able to taste Dee's come, the taste exciting him. Dee would reach out and pull his head closer so they could kiss deeper, sliding Ryo's fingers between their joined lips so Dee could continue to clean Ryo's hands, and Ryo could do the same. It was a highly erotic image, and Ryo could feel himself getting harder. He wanted to…..

 

“Hey!” the shout shook him out of his fantasy and brought him crashing back to reality.

 

“Huh? What?”

 

Dee was looking at him strangely, from the other side of the desk. “What's wrong? You had a funny look on your face.”

 

Ryo blushed, he couldn't help it. All day he had been working hard to keep that blushing under control, and he had been pretty damn proud of himself for having succeeded so well. But this time he just couldn't stop it. His full erection was pressing uncomfortably against his thigh, constricted by his pants and his seated position so much it was painful.

 

“It's…nothing,” he managed to stammer out, dropping his eyes back to the top of his desk, staring blindly at the papers there.

 

“Might you have been thinking of me?” Dee's soft voice reached him.

 

He looked up, startled. Surely Dee didn't know! He saw Dee smirking at him, looking far too much like a cat who had not just had the cream, but the canary as well.

 

Ryo blushed again, and then frowned. No, Dee didn't know exactly what he had been thinking, just that if Ryo had blushed he knew that he was thinking about Dee. What would Dee think if he had known of that little by-play that Ryo had just thought? That what Ryo had wanted to do afterwards was to push Dee face down on to the top of that desk and…..

 

He blushed harder. Damn it! He had to do something about his face!

 

Dee chortled. “Aw, come on, Ryo! Just admit it! You were thinking about how sexy I was.”

 

Ryo sighed at him. “Okay, Dee, you're sexy. Now, have you finished that report yet? If you have, I can attach it to mine and we can drop these off to the Chief on our way out.”

 

Dee groaned and slumped on the desk, looking soulfully at Ryo. “It's nearly done,” he said in a pleading voice, making big puppy dog eyes at Ryo. “Can't you just do the last bit? You're so good at making it look all prim and proper.”

 

Ryo glared at Dee. He was not going to be falling for that any more. He stood up and snagged his coat from the back of the chair.

 

“Since you are so close to finishing it, you can do just that.” He dropped the file on the desk in front of Dee. “When you're done, put it in there, in the right place mind you, and drop it to the Chief. I'm going to shower and change.”

 

“Ryo!” Dee wailed, as he walked towards the door.

 

He turned as he opened it, looking back to see Dee sitting there with a hurt expression on his face. It had taken a long time for Ryo to harden his heart against that look. Once he realized which were the sham ones and which were real, he had managed to not give in all the time. Instead, he smiled sweetly at Dee, letting him know that it wasn't going to work. Dee's expression immediately turned grumpy, and he slouched with a pout on his lips. That pout nearly undid Ryo more than anything else. He just wanted to kiss it away. He steeled himself against that thought.

 

“Dee, the longer you take to finish it, the less likely I'm going to stick around.”

 

“Hey, you can't leave! We have a date, remember?!”

 

Ryo did remember. It was all he had been remembering all day, and the feeling of anticipation had continued to build as the day went on. He was really quite excited and wondered where they would go.

 

“I haven't forgotten, but I'm not going to hang around here all night whilst you get your butt in gear just to finish off the last few reports. If you take too long I'm just going to go home.” He began to walk out the door.

 

“I'll join you in a minute!” Dee's voice called hurriedly after him, and Ryo couldn't help the small chuckle as he could hear Dee scrabbling around on the top of his desk, no doubt looking for a pencil to carry on.

 

Well, that worked a treat! Finally he had found a way to get Dee to finish off his reports, and actually on time for once! He would have to keep that in mind for future.

 

He wandered down to the locker room. He stripped off, hanging his coat up and laying his fresh clothes out on the bench. Wrapping a towel around his waist and grabbing his toiletry bag, he made his way to the showers. He was glad in a way that he would be able to shower without Dee being here. The shower was still one of those places that conjured up really erotic thoughts for him where Dee was concerned. Thoughts that he wasn't quite ready yet to act on, or have acted upon.

 

He was thankful that his erection had eased so he studiously kept his ablutions clinical and quick, to not allow his already rampant imagination fixate on anything else to do with Dee.

 

He managed to do just that and left the shower and began dressing. He had just finished buttoning his shirt when he heard his cell phone ringing. Picking it up he wondered who could be calling.

 

“Hello?”

 

“Hey, Ryo! Where are you? I thought you said you were finishing your shift about now?”

 

Bikky! Oh, my god! Ryo thought. He was back from camp today! Ryo was ashamed. He had completely forgotten.

 

“Hi, Bikky. I've just finished now.” he said.

 

“Oh, great! So you'll be home soon. That's good, because Carol's staying for dinner and we've made it.”

 

“Dinner?” Ryo asked, feeling his stomach drop.

 

“Yeah. They actually gave us some cooking lessons at camp, and some of it actually tasted good! This was the one that Carol and I liked best, so we wanted to make it for you and see what you think. If you like it, that means that sometimes I could cook dinner if you're going to be late. Though it's probably the only thing I can make so you might get sick of it after a while.”

 

“Well, that sounds great, Bikky. Really.”

 

“Something up, Ryo?”

 

“No, why?”

 

“You sort of sound a bit…strange.”

 

“No, nothing's wrong.” Ryo hurried to assure the boy. “It's just been a long day.”

 

“Okay, then that means you really do deserve to have dinner made for you. Anyway, if you don't like it, we can always order pizza.”

 

“I'm sure it will be great. I'll be home shortly.”

 

“Dee's not coming, is he?”

 

Ryo swallowed the sigh. After all this time, Dee and Bikky still didn't seem to get along. It constantly worried him. They didn't exactly hate each other, but he wished that they would be able to tolerate each other more than they did. It sometimes made things very awkward.

 

Oh, no, he suddenly thought, feeling his face heat. Had he made sure everything had been cleaned up at home? That there wasn't anything there to indicate that Dee had stayed at his place? That there was nothing to suggest what they had done there?

 

Gods, he hoped so! his mind racing frantically. All the clothes and bedding had been put in the laundry basket in his bedroom. Bikky wasn't likely to go in there, he had his own basket in his room. There was nothing in the bathroom, nothing in the kitchen, nothing in the lounge room. How embarrassing that would be if Bikky, or heavens forbid, Carol, found something that would let them know what Ryo had done! No, he had to make certain neither child found out.

 

“Ryo! Ryo!” Bikky's voice reached through his madly circling thoughts. “Ryo, are you sure everything's all right? Nothing's happened to you, has it? You know you can tell me.”

 

Oh, Bikky, Ryo thought smiling fondly. “Honestly, Bikky, nothing's wrong. I'm probably just tired. Look, I'm just about to leave now, so I'll see you shortly.”

 

“Okay. See ya!” and the boy hung up.

 

Ryo looked at the silent phone. Oh, gods! Dee! What was he going to say to Dee?!

 

There was no way he could go out on a date with Dee tonight. Not now. He had completely forgotten that today was when Bikky was due back from camp. He sighed. He had been so looking forward to going out with Dee. He had been wondering all day just where Dee would take him. He had felt as giddy as a schoolboy going out for the first time with his boyfriend. Well, it can't happen now.

 

He bundled all his clothes into his bag and left the locker room. He saw Dee just coming out of the Chief's office.

 

“Hey, I'm coming, I'm coming! It's all been done, honestly. I'll be changed in just a minute.”

 

“Dee…”' Ryo said.

 

Dee stopped in his tracks. “What?” he frowned.

 

Ryo took a deep breath. “I can't go out tonight.”

 

Dee's face seemed to freeze over. There was no expression on it at all. “Why not?”

 

Ryo winced at his rough tone. “I forgot that Bikky was coming home from camp today. I have to go home.”

 

“Huh,” Dee said.

 

Ryo floundered on, trying to explain, to let Dee know that he hadn't wanted it to end this way. “Bikky said he and Carol have even cooked dinner for me. I can't just leave them alone.”

 

Dee looked away for a moment. “Guess not. What have they cooked?”

 

“No idea. I think it's supposed to be a surprise.”

 

“I could come over for a bit.”

 

“Umm,” Ryo stumbled a little, grasping at how to say this without offending Dee, then realising that no matter how he said it, Dee would feel hurt. “I think Bikky just wants to have me there. It's kind of a special time for us when he first gets back from camp. He likes to tell me all about it and everything.”

 

“Oh. Yeah. Guess he would want that. Sure.” Dee began to walk slowly towards Ryo, striding straight past him without stopping. “Well, I guess I'll just grab my gear and head home. See you tomorrow.”

 

“Dee….” Ryo spun around, but Dee didn't pause and Ryo didn't know what else to say. Dee disappeared around the corner to the locker room, leaving Ryo standing in the hallway.

 

“I had wanted to go on our date tonight,” he whispered to the empty corridor. His eyes were burning with unshed tears as he turned and left the building.