The Wingman (NC-17)

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The Wingman

Pairing: ahahaha…(Ryo/ ?)

Rating: NC-17

Summary: The one thing he IS sure about it is that it can all probably be blamed on Jin and Yamapi, and their stupid gay romance, and leaving him only with fucking Shirota Yuu as a wingman. (365 spin-off)

Notes: For ryogrande , because she’s awesome.

 

 

 

 

Ryo isn’t quite sure how he wound up pressed up against the folding counter in a closed laundromat with his cock in another man’s mouth.  The whole evening is a bit fuzzy, and if he’s honest, he should probably admit that the 11^th tequila shot may have been a terrible mistake.

 

So it’s not really surprising that he isn’t sure how he ended up here. The one thing he IS sure about it is that it can all probably be blamed on Jin and Yamapi, and their stupid gay romance, and leaving him only with fucking Shirota Yuu as a wingman.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ryo called Pi first.

 

“Pi, let’s go out. Bring the missus, I don’t even care. I need to get drunk and I need to get laid.”

 

“Ah, Ryo, I don’t know if I can… go out right now?” Yamapi’s voice was strange, and Ryo growled.

 

“You can’t be this pussy-whipped when you’re dating someone with a dick, Pi. Come out.”

 

Yamapi made a choking noise. “Um, it’s…just…now isn’t a good time…” he wheezed, and Ryo paused.

 

“What’s wrong with your voice, dude?” Ryo listened closely, trying to figure out if Pi was at the gym or something, since he sounded out of breath.

 

Suddenly, Ryo heard a crash on the other end, and Jin’s voice, high pitched, crying “Oh god, right there, deeper!” and he looked at the phone in absolute disgust.

 

“Why would you even answer the phone then, you ass!” Ryo screams, and hangs up.

 

He took a shot of vodka on principle, before sending a text to both Yamapi and Jin’s phones telling them that their friendship was over.

 

 

 

 

 

So really there’d been no choice but to call Shirota, despite knowing that his chances of getting laid would be exponentially lower. Jin and Yamapi had abandoned him in his time of carnal need, and Ryo would not be forgetting it.

 

Ryo hates them both.

 

But it’s hard to think about that as a clever tongue licks its way up the underside of his shaft and circles the head. “Do you like that?” Ryo hears, and fuck yes he likes it, and he fights not to thrust his hips forward and drive his aching cock deeper into that hot teasing mouth.  Large hands hold fast to his hips, gripping them hard enough to bruise, and Ryo can feel the counter digging into his back, cutting uncomfortably into his skin. “Well, do you?”

 

“Don’t stop,” Ryo breathes, and feels his cock hit the back of a throat. His torturer chuckles, and Ryo shakes with every vibration of his vocal chords. “Shit.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shirota had picked Ryo up in a disgusting red convertible, conspicuous and tacky as hell. He’d taken to wearing a fedora lately, as if he was as cool as Jin (and Jin isn’t even cool so Ryo isn’t sure why anyone would be taking sartorial tips from him—the man wore plaid skirts and fur together for god’s sake) and he was sporting a well tailored black coat and slim fit black jeans. Ryo climbed into the passenger seat and lit up a cigarette, holding it aloft out the window.

 

He turned to Shirota and looked at him seriously. “If a woman is about to get into to bed with me, you will not interfere.”

 

Shirota threw his head back and laughed. “Interfere? How do I interfere?”

 

Ryo scowled. “Just, go and be tall and Eurasian elsewhere. In the bathroom. Or in hell.”

 

Shirota keeps laughing. “Don’t be jealous, little guy. You’re cute too.”

 

“I am not CUTE. I am manly and handsome. The most manly and handsome of all of us really.” He nodded. “By the way, are you aware that Jin and Yamapi are fucking?”

 

Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, Shirota slugged him in the arm. “They’re DATING, Ryo, you immature fool.”

 

Ryo didn’t really get the difference, so he shrugged. “Okay, DATING. The point is, they’re gay.”

 

“You don’t have to be gay to like someone of the same gender as you,” Shirota said firmly. “You just have to be…open-minded.”

 

Ryo rolled his eyes.

 

 

 

 

Ryo groans when his cock is released with one last suck, and the mouth drops down to lightly pull in one of his balls. The warmth is indescribable, and Ryo has felt seconds from coming for the past 5 minutes anyway, so it’s no shock that he feels his balls start to tighten. “Oh god, I’m gonna…”

 

A large hand grabs him at his base, just there, and Ryo feels his orgasm stop in its tracks. “Oh no, not yet,” says the man on his knees in front of him. “Not quite yet.”

 

“Fuck you,” Ryo snarls. “I hate your face.”

 

“I know,” is the only reply, before a finger begins to tease his entrance. “You’re going to hate me even more in a minute.” Ryo has trouble taking breaths as the finger wriggles it’s way into him. It feels strange and large, but not unwelcome. “Admit it, you like it.”

 

“More,” Ryo moans, almost against his will.

 

A dry chuckle. “Hmmm, okay,” and then the fingers nudging the ring of muscle are cold and slick. “Relax,”

 

“I would be relaxed if you let me COME,” Ryo snarks in response, but then he is on fire as three fingers work their way inside of him and find his prostate, pressing it over and over again. “Oh FUCK.”

 

“In a minute,” is the response.

 

 

 

 

They sat at the bar, watching women dance sluttily for attention as they sipped beers.

 

“Have you ever, you know?” Ryo asked Shirota, after a minute or so of silence since their last conversation had trailed off.

 

“Ever what?” Shirota asked, raising one eyebrow under his stupid hat. Ryo thought he looked ridiculous, like a goshawk playing dress-up. “You’ll have to be more specific. Should I order another drink? Are we playing ‘Never Have I Ever’?”

 

“Never mind,” Ryo muttered, turning back toward the dance floor.

 

“No, now I’m curious,” Shirota said, leaning uncomfortably close to him. “Ever what?”

 

“Fucked a man,” Ryo snapped. “You were talking about it earlier like you were Oprah, so I was just wondering.”

 

Shirota smirked at him, still invading Ryo’s personal space. His breath was warm on Ryo’s ear, and smelled faintly of peanuts and mint juleps. “Sure I have,” he said, drawling the vowels out long so Ryo had to listen carefully.  “You’d like it.”

 

Ryo shoved him back. “Whatever, I would not. I am manly and heterosexual and unswayed by the temptation of dick.”

 

“Wanna bet?” Shirota said, leaning back against the bar, legs spread sinfully wide as he sat on the black leather bar stool.

 

“Absolutely not,” Ryo said, one-shotting the rest of his beer, and signaling to the bartender for something stronger.

 

When, an hour later, Ryo had Shirota’s tongue down his throat in an alley-way in front of an old Chinese food restaurant and an emptied out laundromat, Ryo realized he might have overdone it on the coping mechanisms.

 

A hooker whistled. “Damn, boys.”

 

Shirota tugged him into the abandoned laundromat.

 

 

 

 

 

Ryo feels every inch of cock as it slides into him, trapping him between the incredibly tall man in front of him and the dirty, hard counter behind him. He feels a little claustrophobic, but forgets it as his mouth is captured again and again. Ryo feels himself being claimed in every possible way, and it’s making him burn hotter than he ever has before.

 

“You like it, don’t you?” Shirota says, and Ryo can’t get the words “Fuck you,” to come out between gasps as his prostate is slammed over and over again. He’s so close…”Say you like it or I’ll stop.”

“I like it, I like it!” Ryo screams, and Shirota smiles and pushes in even harder than before, and Ryo sees stars.

 

“Now you can come,” Shirota says in a harsh whisper, more like a command, releasing the hold he has on the base of Ryo’s cock, and Ryo explodes into a million pieces. It feels like he comes forever, and he feels Shirota come too, through the haze of post-orgasmic bonelessness.

 

As Ryo edges back toward consciousness, still feeling the effects of the alcohol and disbelief, Shirota places a single kiss on his collarbone. “SO I win the bet,” he says.

 

“What bet?” Ryo replies groggily.

 

“That you’d like it,” Shirota whispers. “So I get a forfeit.” He is smug.

 

“What do you want?” Ryo nervously asks, and then Shirota grins.

 

“You have to go on a date with me,” he declares. “We’re eating Spanish, and then we’re going to go back to my apartment and have sex in my bed. I might tie you up.”

 

Ryo looks at him in disbelief. “What?”

 

“I bet you’ll like it,” Shirota says, and Ryo strangely thinks he might.

"I think your nose is bigger than your dick," Ryo says conversationally, as he picks up his pants.

 

Ryo is going to write Jin and Yamapi an anonymous hate letter and leave it on their doorstep with a dead animal, just to teach them a lesson. And also maybe a polite thank-you note.