Rapid, heavy footsteps could be heard stomping through the kitchen, and before either of them could think of what to do, Dee was suddenly in the room with them, his face livid. An aura of violence swept in with him and his menacing presence seemed to fill the space between him and the two men on the sofa.
Ryo and Norm instinctively sprang apart. Ryo belatedly remembered that Dee had his own key. But wait a minute, hadn't he made Dee give it to Bikky?
"Ryo, what the hell are you doing?" Dee's voice was loud, the way it always got when he was about to lose his temper. Ryo could see that a significant portion of Dee's anger was directed at him. His partner usually held himself back from directly expressing anger toward Ryo, but not, it seemed, in the last twenty-four hours.
"Dee, it's not what you think," Ryo replied firmly. "Norm was just helping me out by... by explaining a couple of things to me--"
"What things, Ryo? What were these things that you couldn't ask me? What was so all-fired serious and terrible that you couldn't open your mouth and talk to me about it?"
"Dee, it isn't helping that you're yelling–"
"Answer the damn question, Ryo."
"Um, maybe, I should be going..." Norm ventured.
"Damn right, you should!" Dee's hand shot out and grabbed him by the collar. Before Norm knew where he was, Dee had hauled him across the living room and deposited him on the threshold to the kitchen.
"There's the door," Dee said shortly. "Walk out of here while you can still walk."
"Dee!" shouted Ryo, outraged. "This is MY apartment!"
"You back the fuck off!" Dee yelled back, jabbing his finger at Ryo. "This is between me and weasel-boy here!" He still had hold of Norm's collar, and he slammed him against the kitchen doorframe, right in front of Ryo. "Yo, asshole," he snarled, his face only inches from Norm's. "Lemme make something crystal clear. You come sniffing 'round my man again, you better be prepared to get your ass kicked. You got that?"
It was obvious by the mutinous set of Norm's mouth and the flush that suffused his face and neck that he was getting angry, too. He stared into Dee's blazing eyes for a moment before looking away.
"I understand." He reached up and tugged his collar free from Dee's fist, and straightened his shoulders before walking to the door.
"Norm..." began Ryo.
"He's a big boy, Ryo! He knows the score. You don't have to protect him." Dee tossed this over his shoulder without taking his eyes off his rival.
Norm let himself out without another word, leaving Dee and Ryo alone together.
"You," said Dee, "have got some fucking explaining to do."
Ryo was aware that he did. After all, Dee had walked in on something that looked a whole lot different from what it really was. But he hadn't done anything wrong, and he didn't like Dee's accusing tone. He wondered how much Dee had actually overheard. Had he overheard the part where Ryo said the words, 'I can't have sex with you?' If so, then there was no reason for Dee to be so angry with him.
"Listen," he said firmly, "I am not guilty of whatever you seem to be thinking I've done."
"Oh no? Maybe I missed the opening act, but I know guilt when I see it. The two of you jumping apart, blushing and looking at me like teenagers caught necking by a teacher behind the school!"
"Nobody was necking!" snapped Ryo. "How dare you insinuate that I would do something like that?"
"Ryo, that's what it looked like. You both looked guilty. Not just that sneaking, sly dickwad who thought he could make a move on my lover when my back was turned. You looked guilty, too! What the fuck is up with that? What are you hiding? What the hell would have happened if I hadn't come in just when I did?"
"I'll tell you what would have happened. I would have been able to finish telling him about you– about how much you mean to me, and about how much we both value fidelity." These words of love and commitment sounded strange to Ryo because he had delivered them in an angry and reproachful voice. But he didn't seem to have control over his feelings right then.
Dee looked at him in silence through eyes that were slightly narrowed. His open-necked shirt did nothing to hide the pulse beating rapidly at the base of his throat.
"He didn't get to hear that part," Ryo went on. "I wanted him to hear that part. But you blew in here and started throwing your weight around before I could give him that important piece of information."
Dee looked away and Ryo could see the muscles of his jaw bunching convulsively. "I ain't gonna apologize for that, Ryo. I let that piece of shit off easy." He jammed his clenched fists inside the pockets of his sport coat.
Ryo folded his arms. "Don't you trust me?"
Dee looked back at him in surprise. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out; certainly not the ready confirmation of trust that Ryo was expecting. This pissed Ryo off.
"It's not that I don't trust you," Dee answered after a pause. "It's more that you have a history of being clueless when guys are hitting on you. You wouldn't realize that some bastard was putting the make on you until he had his hands on your ass and his tongue down your throat."
"Oh?" Ryo's voice went cold. "And how many times has that happened?"
When Dee didn't answer, Ryo went on. "Are you talking about the time when I punched out the Commissioner for putting his hands on me? Is that the time you mean? Or are you referring to all the times when it was you stealing kisses from me?"
"Ryo." Dee looked away again and closed his eyes.
"Because those are the only examples I can think of, Dee. And if you're going to base your assessment that I'm clueless on all the times when you hit on me, then you're being unjust." Ryo paused and waited to see if Dee had anything to say, but his partner seemed to be belatedly controlling himself. Upon closer inspection, Ryo realized that Dee was actually quite upset. Under the anger, he was afraid. And hurt.
"Dee," he said softly. "Norm propositioned me, yes. But I said no. Didn't you hear me say no?"
Dee lifted his head and his eyes were still doubtful. "Ryo, did you know this guy was gay and attracted to you before you let him into your apartment and sat him down with a cup of tea?" He gestured to the coffee table and its two abandoned cups.
"Now, that's not fair!" Ryo's folded arms dropped and this time it was he who pointed his finger at Dee. "Are you saying I should never talk to someone who is gay and/or attracted to me? You spend all your waking hours flirting with women AND men who are clearly attracted to you. You expect me to just accept this about you, too!" He advanced a couple of steps closer to Dee. "Go on, deny it!"
"Ryo, there's a big difference." Dee's voice was hard, and the fact that he was obviously prepared to hold his ground gave Ryo pause. "There's flirting and there's flirting. You were flirting with Norm, Ryo. Whether you wanna admit it or not. If he hadn't felt like he was getting the green light from you on some level, he wouldn't have gone for it like that."
"I was not flirting with him!" Ryo insisted. "I was absolutely not expecting him to... suggest what he suggested." He realized that his fists were clenched and made a conscious effort to unclench them. "Besides, you've seen me flirt. You know I'm not very good at it, so I practically never do it, unlike you! You flirt with just about everything on two legs."
"Yeah, so I'm a flirt. That's me, that's my style. No secrets here." Dee patted his shirt pocket for his cigarettes, and pulled the pack out with a quick, angry motion. "No secrets, Ryo. That's the point."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Ryo still felt angry. Dee evidently suspected that he and Norm had some sort of secret that they were keeping from him. Trust? Hell.
"I flirt a little, but nobody falls in love with me, Ryo. At least not anymore. I have some experience now. When I was younger, though, I played blind. I didn't realize that other people thought I meant more than I really did. Or maybe I did, but I didn't really care. I broke a few hearts and made a few enemies before I finally wised up to what I was doing."
Dee shook out a cigarette and stuck it between his lips. Ryo wondered for a moment what Dee was going to do. He didn't think that his partner would actually light that cigarette in the middle of his living room. He hadn't done that for years. On the other hand, however, Dee was pretty upset. Ryo considered whether he ought to remind him not to smoke in the apartment.
"But you're not really listening, are you, babe?" Dee's left hand shimmied into the pocket of his tight jeans and came back out with his Bic. "As usual."
Stung, Ryo stopped looking at Dee's cigarette. "I'm listening," he said. "And what do you mean 'as usual'?"
"You're the guy with all the secrets lately. You tell me." Dee flicked the Bic and lit his smoke, his snapping green eyes daring Ryo to try to stop him. "Seems like you're willing to listen to just about anyone nowadays, except me."
Ryo was surprised to hear this. Where was this coming from? He always listened to Dee. He had little choice most of the time, since he spent more hours of every week in Dee's company than he did in anyone else's, including his own. There was also the fact that Dee was a guy who liked to talk, particularly when he ought to be working. "Firstly, that is not true," Ryo protested, "and second, I don't appreciate the fact that you're smoking in here. You said you weren't going to do that anymore."
Dee exhaled a lungful of smoke off to one side. "Don't worry," he said and turned away. "I'm leaving." He reached into his jacket pocket and produced a set of keys. "And I'm returning these, since you obviously didn't want me to have them." He tossed them onto the kitchen table and turned to go.
Ryo stared after Dee as he strode to the door. Dee thought he no longer wanted him to have keys to this place? And now he was leaving? But Dee was the one who always wanted to have things out.
Well, fine, thought Ryo shakily. He didn't want to endure a stressful and pointless fight, anyway. He should just let Dee go and then he could have an early night. He watched the door close behind Dee, and felt mildly relieved that his partner hadn't slammed it.
A moment later, however, his feet were rapidly carrying him across the linoleum floor of the kitchen, and he couldn't understand why. Equally mysterious was the fact that his hand pulled the door open and his voice called out to Dee, who was halfway down the stairs. "Don't leave!"
Dee paused and looked up at him warily, his cigarette between his lips. "Why?"
"I..." Ryo gazed at him uncertainly, one hand on the railing of the landing. Why indeed? How to explain? "I– I guess I don't want you to go," he said simply. "Come back, Dee. You can smoke if you need to... just this once, I suppose."
Dee hesitated on the steps, not looking at Ryo. His shoulders and jaw had a rigid set to them. Ryo couldn't help noticing how handsome he was, how desirable. Unexpectedly, the right words came to his mind. "You think I want him, but I don't," he said softly. "You're the only one I want."
Dee dropped the half-smoked cigarette right there on the stairs and ground it out swiftly with the heel of his shoe. Before Ryo could decide what to do next, Dee had come up the stairs in two bounds and was crowding Ryo back through the door of his apartment. Ryo could have stepped back to give him more space, but he didn't want to. He liked Dee crowding him, and thus gave way reluctantly. Dee's chest against his felt hard and hot; he smelled of cologne and cigarette smoke. Ryo lifted a tentative hand to Dee's waist, and sighed in relief when Dee's arms went around him.
"Shut up and kiss me, already."
Dee moved back a little, putting his fingers to his lips. "I just had a smoke..."
"I don't care." Ryo reached up and tugged Dee closer by the front of his shirt. He moaned a little when Dee's lips abruptly descended on his.
It was obvious to Ryo that Dee was pulling out all the stops on that kiss. His mobile mouth seared Ryo's hungrily, claiming and demanding. Although Ryo struggled to assert himself within the kiss, he found that he was unable to prevent Dee from taking complete control of the situation. After a heated minute, they broke apart, gasping for breath. Their eyes locked passionately for a moment, and then Dee hauled Ryo back into his arms and nipped at his chin before resuming his highly-skilled subjugation of Ryo's mouth. Ryo moaned low in his throat as he felt Dee's thick tongue slide back into his mouth and press hard against his.
Ryo was dimly aware that the kitchen door still stood wide open behind Dee. He knew he should attempt to disengage from his lover and go and shut it, because the truth was that a neighbor could walk by at any moment and glance in. But on the other hand, his legs were trembling and he was leaning rather heavily against Dee. If he unwrapped his arms from Dee's body, he couldn't trust himself to be able to stay on his feet, not right then, anyway. Dee had a way of kissing him sometimes that had this effect on him. His limbs felt as though they had turned to rubber, and his heart was thumping hard against his ribs. When Dee's mouth trailed along Ryo's jaw and then down to his throat, Ryo heard himself making a very unmanly whimpering noise. His cock was growing in the crotch of the cargo shorts he had quickly thrown on after his shower, and he was unabashedly rubbing its sensitive head against Dee's thigh. Dee chuckled against Ryo's throat before sliding a hand up under his lover's tee-shirt to pinch and roll one of his nipples. That made Ryo jerk in Dee's arms and cry out hoarsely.
"You want me, don't you?" Dee's voice was low and urgent, and he nipped at the side of Ryo's neck. "Say it again, baby. Say you want me."
"I... I want you... to close the door." Ryo's voice was shaky, but his words made Dee laugh breathlessly and call him a bastard. When Dee turned away from him to do as he asked, the abrupt loss of support caused Ryo to lose his balance and stagger two steps forward on unsteady legs before sinking slowly to his knees. His mind seemed to have gone blank, but his mouth still tingled from Dee's masterful kisses.
Dee's eyes sparked with an arousing combination of mischief and desire when he turned back from locking the door and saw Ryo on his knees in the middle of the kitchen floor. "I'm gonna take that as an invitation," he said, stepping up to Ryo with his hands on his belt buckle.
Ryo could only stare at the bulge in the front of Dee's jeans. He knew what was coming. He couldn't say that it was his favorite thing, especially if it went on for too long, but he had a feeling that Dee just wanted him to make a token effort, given that they were in the middle of the kitchen and a little too close to the entrance door for comfort. Besides, he knew how good it felt to be on the receiving end, so he certainly didn't mind being the one to give pleasure in this way.
Dee tugged his belt out of the loops of his pants and dropped it onto the floor next to Ryo. Then he undid the button of his jeans and jerked his zipper down. Ryo watched as Dee's deft fingers pushed down the front of his black boxers and freed his erection, which he held in one hand, pointing straight at Ryo's face. "Open your mouth, Ryo," he said, his eyes intent and almost fierce.
A little voice in the back of Ryo's mind observed that this was the first time Dee had requested such a thing without saying 'please', or at least without asking in a nice way. Dee was basically ordering him to do this. He wondered briefly if he should protest, but then decided not to. After all, he had given Dee a few orders the last time they had had sex, so fair was fair.
In any case, he found himself feeling even more aroused as the musky, male scent of Dee's crotch rose to his nostrils. His lover's penis, balls and pubic hair smelled like sex and desire. It represented the masculinity Ryo had always been drawn to, but had resolutely denied having an interest in. He took hold of Dee's hips with both hands and licked the head of the cock that was pointing at his face.
Dee responded with a grunt, and immediately a drop of preseminal fluid welled up out of his penis. Ryo licked it again.
"No babe, don't lick this time. Just open your mouth. I wanna fuck your face."
"You... what?" Ryo's eyes flickered up at him nervously.
"I wanna watch my cock going in and out of your beautiful mouth. And I want you to look up at me while I do it."
For some reason, those words went straight to Ryo's balls, causing them to tighten against his body. He already knew his face was flushed, but he could feel it getting hotter. Dee wanted eye contact during oral sex? He had done that a few nights ago when he was feeling bold. Dee had obviously liked it. But Dee had not been in control at that time; Ryo had. He wasn't sure if he could maintain eye contact when he wasn't the one in control.
"You can do it, Ryo." Dee's voice held a coaxing note. "Come on, open up. And keep those gorgeous, dark eyes on my face. I'm not that hard to look at, am I?"
"No. You're very easy on the eyes, and of course you know it." Ryo smiled up at his partner, reassured by his cajoling tone. "Just don't choke me, okay?" he added before sinking down a little lower on his knees and tilting his head back to take Dee's cock into his mouth.
Dee pushed in with a feral grin. "As if."
Ryo kept his tongue on his lower teeth to protect Dee, and curled his upper lip over his teeth for the same reason. It was funny how he instinctively did those things now. The first time he had ever done this, he kept forgetting. But not since then. Sure, Dee called this 'fucking his face', but it was still an act of trust for any man to put his penis in a partner's mouth.
He felt one of Dee's hands descend onto his hair to hold his head in place. Legs spread apart, Dee stood in the dominant position he seemed to want, hissing softly through his teeth as he fucked Ryo's open mouth with rapid, shallow strokes. Ryo didn't find the eye contact as difficult as he had feared. It was nothing like the time when Dee had lured him into the client bathroom provided by his lawyer's office, and had then forced him to watch his own face in the mirror as Dee fucked him standing up against the sink console.
In fact, Ryo was getting off on watching Dee's face now, absorbing his excitement, and drawing strength from it. A becoming pinkness rode Dee's high cheekbones, and thick strands of his formerly carefully styled hair were starting to hang in his eyes. Brilliant green cat eyes burned down at Ryo, twin jewels in an unspeakably handsome face. Dee's lips were still swollen from the passionate kissing earlier, and from the angle at which Ryo was viewing his partner, he could periodically glimpse a hint of white teeth as Dee's mouth twisted slightly in pleasure. Ryo realized that he was finding the whole experience hugely stimulating, and wanted to take in more of Dee's length, if possible.
Accordingly, he pulled back from his work long enough to murmur, "Deeper," before once again engulfing Dee's manhood with his willing mouth.
"No," said Dee, shaking his head.
"Mm!" demanded Ryo, with the shallowest of nods.
"You sexy thing," growled Dee huskily, and a slow grin crept across his features. The pressure of his hand lightened on Ryo's head as he stopped resisting. "Just don't choke yourself, okay?"
"Mm!" said Ryo again, this time with the barest shake of his head. Then he resolutely pushed forward to engulf another inch of Dee's phallus. He felt it bump against the back of his throat, but instead of triggering the dreaded gag reflex, it caused a small wave of pleasure. This excited him: he had felt this odd pleasure one or two times previously, and he wanted to feel it again. Once more, he advanced down the length of the shaft, and felt it slide a short distance into his throat this time. Immediately, it seemed as though the amount of saliva in his mouth increased in response to the need for it. If he was going to get Dee further into his throat, he knew that there had to be lots of natural lubrication. He drew back until he was able to take a quick breath in through his nose, and then resolutely pushed forward again. He lasted about another six or seven strokes of shallow throat penetration before the first spasm occurred in his chest and lurched up into his throat. Dee understood right away and pulled back.
"Easy, there," he said. "Don't get carried away."
"But, it was going so well," Ryo protested thickly, reaching for Dee's penis. It bumped heavily against his face, leaving a smear of saliva and precum behind. Dee's hand immediately brushed against his cheek, wiping off the stickiness.
"No, baby," he said. "You know that once you wake up the gag reflex, you can't stop it from coming back."
"Time to stop, love. It was a good run." Dee's voice was low and warm. "We can do it again tomorrow, if you want." He pulled Ryo up onto his feet and drew him in for a swift kiss. Ryo noticed that the cigarette taste had burned off, and Dee's own personal taste was now dominant again. He snuggled closer to Dee, nipping at his partner's lips and nudging him for deeper kisses, until Dee acquiesced. The room spun around for Ryo again, and after a short while, he slid his lips off Dee's.
"I'm getting better, right?" asked Ryo in a husky whisper, his lips moving lightly over the skin just under Dee's ear.
"Oh baby," Dee groaned. "You certainly are. But you were amazing to start with. Come back here..."
Another passionate kiss stilled further conversation for at least another minute. At the end of it, Ryo was emitting muffled sounds against Dee's lips and throat, and his erect penis was making rhythmic contact with his partner's lean, muscular thigh.
"You're coming with me right now," muttered Dee, and dragged Ryo across the linoleum to the carpeted hallway that separated the kitchen and living room from the bedrooms. Scant seconds later, they were in Ryo's bedroom, illuminated by the late afternoon sunlight that poured in through the bedroom window. Dee let go of Ryo so that he could lock the bedroom door behind them and yank down the blinds. Then he turned around, and Ryo felt gooseflesh tingle over his arms and chest at the simmering heat he saw in his lover's eyes.
"Strip," Dee ordered.
Ryo's hands instinctively went to the hem of his tee-shirt before the word Dee had used registered, and caused him to hesitate. "Strip?"
"Not like a show, Ryo. Just take your clothes off."
"Uh, what about you?"
"After you've removed every stitch of your clothing, you can come over here and undress me."
Ryo just nodded, relieved that Dee didn't want him to take off his clothes in a creative or fancy way. He knew he couldn't do that. He still felt self-conscious though, so he turned around as he pulled his tee-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the bed. The goosebumps spread to the bare skin of his back because he could feel Dee's eyes roaming hotly all over him. Still with his back toward Dee, he opened the fly of his cargo shorts and let them drop to his ankles. Clad only in a pair of gray and purple plaid cotton boxers, he picked up his shorts and tee-shirt and walked briskly past Dee to his dresser, where he folded both items and put them away.
When he turned around to face Dee, his partner's eyes flickered down to the erection in Ryo's shorts and then back up to his face. Dee smirked knowingly, and caressed his own cock a couple of times. His jeans were still open, but were held up by their tightness.
"Get your shorts off, Ryo. Now."
Ryo shrugged like he didn't care and removed his boxers with trembling hands. He always felt shy to be naked while Dee was still clothed, but he was shortly going to remedy that by undressing Dee. He knew he would feel better when Dee was naked, too.
"Come here," commanded Dee, his eyes gentle. He beckoned with one hand, and Ryo obeyed with his gaze cast down.
Ryo reached up and unbuttoned Dee's shirt first, and then, because he couldn't resist, he ran both his hands over the lean muscles of his partner's torso, flicking his thumbs tentatively over Dee's nipples. Dee reacted with a small sound and Ryo glanced up at his face for a moment before doing it again. He then lowered his head and suckled each nipple in turn, while Dee murmured in appreciation and encouraged him by stroking his hair and his shoulders.
"Feels good, Ryo. Jesus." Dee put a hand under Ryo's jaw and raised his head from his right nipple so that he could kiss Ryo's mouth.
Ryo stood on his toes and pressed his naked body against Dee's partially clothed one while Dee sucked on his tongue. When the head of Ryo's penis made contact with Dee's hard length, he groaned into Dee's mouth and rubbed harder. Dee's other hand came down and started slowly, but firmly jerking Ryo's cock. This made Ryo forget how to kiss. His teeth scraped against Dee's as he pulled back to look at his partner in entreaty. "Dee, come on..."
"Yeah, Ryo? What would you like me to do?" The hand that Dee had been using to cup Ryo's jaw now slid down his body to knead one of his buttocks.
"Lets... Let's go to bed," breathed Ryo. His penis was impossibly hard and his knees were trembling. He wanted to be lying down in a comfortable position and he wanted to feel Dee's long, powerful body against his.
"Sure," said Dee with a grin. "Let's do that. But first I want you to finish undressing me."
Ryo made a sound of impatience and, with an effort, twisted himself away from Dee's grip. He moved behind Dee and pulled his jacket and shirt together off his shoulders, leaving his lover naked from the waist up. Fortunately the closet was right there and he didn't have to rely on his shaky legs to walk any great distance. He yanked out a hanger and impatiently hung up Dee's shirt and fashionable sport coat. Then he peeled Dee's tight jeans down over his hips, making sure that the boxers came with them. These he just tossed over the chair in the corner. "There," he said. "You're naked."
Dee folded his arms. "While I appreciate the fact that you're clearly hot for me," he said, "I'm not one hundred percent naked. I'm still wearing my socks."
"Who cares about your stupid socks!" Ryo got behind Dee again and propelled him toward the bed. This made Dee laugh with delight.
When Dee's knees bumped against the side of the bed, he spun around and seized Ryo in both arms. Ryo felt himself yanked off balance and tossed onto the bed. Dee didn't follow him right away. Instead he pulled open the drawer to Ryo's nightstand and fished out the tube of KY jelly and a packet of wet wipes. After tossing the latter down on the bed next to Ryo, he held up the lubricant while looking down at Ryo with a glint in his eye. "Guess what?"
Ryo considered trying to talk Dee into doing something else instead, but Dee must have read his mind because he started shaking his head. "Uh-uh, nope, don't even think about saying no. You haven't let me inside your hot little ass for a week and a half! Today's the day I'm getting back in."
"Um, but Dee–" Ryo rolled onto his back, the better to fend Dee off. If he decided he wanted to fend Dee off, that is.
"Not listening, not kidding. Spread 'em."
"Aw, don't worry, I'm not gonna just slam my dick in there without working you into a real good lather first." Dee got on top of Ryo and nudged his thighs apart with one of his knees. "You're gonna want it real bad by the time I get done with you. I predict begging. Maybe some whimpering." Dee smirked and unscrewed the cap from the lube. "You might even order me to fuck you."
"I seriously doubt that," Ryo informed him.
"It could happen." Dee squeezed a dollop of lubricant onto his left hand, and raised Ryo's right leg under the knee with his other hand.
"W-wait, Dee, not so fast... Can you just..." Ryo tried to squirm away, but he couldn't get far because Dee was between his legs.
Dee hesitated and looked down at Ryo in silence for a moment. Neither man spoke.
"You got something you want to say?" Dee was completely still. The hand with the lube on it was resting somewhere out of Ryo's line of sight, not touching him.
Ryo understood that this was his moment to speak up if he didn't want Dee to penetrate him. But would he be able to say the words? And was it what he really wanted? He stared up at Dee, torn. What decided him was that he could sense Dee starting to withdraw emotionally. He could almost understand why. He was on the verge of saying no to something that he had been enjoying for weeks, that both of them had enjoyed together. And why? Because he was having a problem with the way people put a stigma on the guy who took the bottom role in a gay relationship, or because he was having a problem with Dee and his attitude toward bottoming? Or both? But Ryo had to admit to himself that he hadn't yet made Dee aware of his concerns in this area. He kept waiting for Dee to figure it out like he usually did, but it seemed that for once, Dee wasn't catching on. Even if Dee did figure it out, Ryo couldn't really see a solution to the problem as long as Dee had an aversion to being penetrated.
At that moment, Norm's words came back to him. "Well, if your guy won't bottom for you and you want to stay with him, then you're just going to have to find a way to accept it." All right then, he accepted it. He wanted to be with Dee. One way or another, they would manage.
"Dee, just–" Ryo took a deep breath. "Just do it, okay?" He summoned up the semblance of a petulant mood and conveyed it to Dee with his eyes and lower lip. "Don't you think you've made me wait long enough?"
"I've made you wait long enough?" Dee stared down at him in a patent mixture of indignation and relief. "You've got some nerve, you flighty sonofabitch. Get your legs up, and get ready to be ridden a hard thirty laps."
Ryo obediently raised his legs, and then trembled all over as he felt Dee's lubricated finger slide into him and go straight for his prostate. He closed his eyes and tried not to fulfill any of Dee's predictions regarding begging or whimpering. Oh, it felt good! Why did so many people have a problem with men who liked this? Obviously they had never felt the thrill of this particular pleasure. Most of them probably never would.
When the second finger forced its way in alongside the first, a sound fell from Ryo's lips that might have, under certain circumstances, been construed as a whimper. Then he heard Dee's voice speaking low and urgently just above his face.
"Open your eyes, Ryo. Look at me."
Ryo's eyes opened to see Dee gazing down at him with a somewhat smug expression on his face. "You like this, don't you, Ryo? Admit that you like it."
"Come on, man up here. Admit it!"
"Yes." Ryo gasped as Dee's fingertips brushed over his prostate gland once more. "Yes, I like it."
"How much do you like it?"
"Do you like it when my cock is inside you?"
"Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Then you should ask me to fuck you, babe. Come on, say it."
Ryo shook his head. "No, Dee. I'm not gonna say it. You should just do it."
Dee grinned at him. "Oh, it's a foregone conclusion that I'm gonna do it. The question is 'when'. Will it be ten seconds from now or ten minutes from now?"
"Dee, it's not gentlemanly to make your lover wait when he really, really needs you to satisfy him." Ryo squirmed and pushed down on Dee's fingers.
Dee couldn't help laughing. "What makes you think I'm a gentleman?"
"You're a gentleman sometimes. It would be good if right now could be one of those times." Ryo reached up and stroked the side of Dee's face. "Please," he added, his eyes closing briefly in pleasure as Dee twisted his fingers a quarter turn.
"Well, all right, then. I'm counting that 'please' as begging." Dee withdrew his fingers and cleaned them with a wet wipe.
Ryo's whole body quivered with anticipation as Dee took his penis in his hand and lined it up against his entrance. He felt the pressure as Dee pushed. He liked that part, the pushing at the beginning. Then it usually got a little painful as the ring of his anus was forced to stretch to accommodate Dee's cock. Breathe, he told himself. Breathe. The pain was starting. Dee's penis had a large, flared head on it. Although it had natural cushioning, its width was still considerable.
Dee grunted with effort and pushed harder. The pain peaked for Ryo as he was breached. He bore it in silence because soon, very soon, the pain would fade like it always did, and the pleasure would take over.
"Y-yeah," Ryo whispered, his fingertips digging hard into Dee's bicep and hip. "Push in more."
"Uh-uh, not until you let up on the death grip. You're not ready for more. Can you try to relax a bit?"
Ryo nodded and took another deep breath through his nose. He let go of Dee's hip and ran his fingers over his own penis and balls. That helped, because it increased the pleasure and made the pain recede somewhat.
"That's it, sweetheart," said Dee encouragingly. "You're still a little too tight, though. I swear you're tighter than you were two weeks ago."
"R-really?" Ryo wasn't sure if this was possible.
"Yeah! The more often we do it, the easier it gets for you. But if we stop for a while, you tighten up again."
"Dee, that's got to be bullshit-- oh!" Ryo's abdominal muscles clenched again when he felt Dee slide another inch into him.
"Ryo, I swear, you're like a virgin today." Dee made the slightest of movements and Ryo promptly unclenched and moaned because now Dee's penis was nosing against his G-spot. He felt several droplets of preseminal fluid rush out of his penis, one after the other. He spread the wetness down his shaft with his fingertips, and looked up into Dee's eyes. He didn't speak, but Dee got the message and nodded briefly before pushing in another two inches. He paused for a moment and then slid the rest of the way home, accompanied by the sound of Ryo panting almost frantically. Ryo was aware that his whole body was trembling as he struggled to adjust to the feeling of fullness. He could feel the entire length of Dee's shaft throbbing inside him. It was an exquisite combination of pleasure-pain, and the feeling excited him to the point where he was afraid he might come in the next ten seconds. The hand that had been on Dee's bicep now fluttered across Dee's chest, groping at his muscles without any finesse. Ryo felt there was nothing he could do about his lack of smoothness or coordination because he was very close to being overwhelmed by the sensations in his penis, balls, and of course, his very full ass.
"Like it?" breathed Dee. His face revealed that he already knew the answer.
"Want it hard?"
When Dee pulled slowly back, back, back, Ryo cried out at the intensity of the burn. He yelled even louder when Dee shoved in again, all the way to the balls. He came abruptly in a great gush on only the third stroke. He loved coming with his ass full of cock. It was different from other orgasms that didn't involve being penetrated. It was more intense. God, he had missed this! He knew he was making a lot of noise because he could hear himself, but he couldn't control the sounds he was making at all. Dee must have been encouraged by all the noise and the way Ryo's tight passage was spasming around his penis, because his thrusts sped up and he came a short time later himself. Ryo felt Dee shuddering and cursing before he collapsed on top of him.
They lay together, breathing rapidly as their heart rates slowed to normal. The sweat and sticky come between their bodies itched a little, but Ryo endured it for Dee's sake. Dee was preoccupied with murmuring breathless and muffled endearments into his hair, and clinging to him almost for dear life. He always did this, the big mushball. Ryo smiled at the ceiling, thinking that none of his female lovers had ever gotten this emotional after sex.
Ryo felt incredibly tired. After an extremely short night's sleep, he had worked for much of the day, been threatened by Abernathy's fiercely intimidating lady lawyer, been propositioned out of the blue by a man he had been hoping to become friends with, and had then gone through a fight with Dee. The post-fight sex had been awesome, of course, but he couldn't allow himself to fall asleep just yet. He didn't think it would be possible anyway, with Dee's dead weight on top of him. He was also very much aware of the fact that Dee's cock was shrinking inside him and would soon fall out of his body. That would lead to extremely messy sheets unless he could lay his hands on those wet wipes Dee had dropped onto the bed. Where were they? He started feeling around with one hand.
Dee grunted in sleepy protest when he felt one of Ryo's arms leave his back, so Ryo turned his head and kissed Dee's ear to reassure him.
Today's orgasm had taught Ryo something. He really liked bottoming. He now knew it wasn't something he could give up or limit. It wouldn't kill him to be on the bottom for the rest of his life, although he felt even more sure that he wanted to keep his predilection a secret. Guys who took it up the ass definitely got no respect. In fact, saying that a guy was taking it up the ass from management or had gotten buttfucked in a business deal was a particularly crude way of saying that the guy was a loser or had been defeated, or in some way stripped of his manhood and turned into an object that was no longer a man. He couldn't help but find this upsetting. The situation with Dee being the sole top in this relationship would be a lot more difficult for him to work with if Ryo didn't find very real pleasure in being penetrated. It would also be a problem if it was the main thing Dee wanted to do. But that was definitely not the case. Ryo certainly had mixed feelings about the whole concept of bottoming, but the fact was that he liked it, and he had to admit it.
"Dee." He nudged his partner. "That was great, but let me up."
"Really?" Dee raised his head. "That was great or I was great?"
"We were great," replied Ryo firmly. "And now we should have a nice, hot, soapy shower."
"Don't even think about it."
Dee's arms tightened around him. "Let's get back to the part where I was great."
"Okay, you were great."
"And you love me."
"And I love you."
"And you don't even want to look at any other guy as long as you have me."
Ryo smiled and stroked his hair. "Don't be silly. Anyone else would be a total step down."
"You mean it?" Dee raised his head again and looked into Ryo's eyes searchingly.
"I do," Ryo replied, his face and tone serious. "We agreed that this was a monogamous relationship. I don't want that to change. You don't have to worry that I'm going to cheat on you. I don't want to lose you."
"You don't?" Dee looked positively joyful.
"No, of course I don't. Now can we please have a shower before Bikky comes home?"
"Okay, but can you tell me more about--"
"Oh, all right," grumbled Dee. "Jeez, someone around here sure would benefit from Romance 101 classes."
~ end of chapter 16~
Additional Author's Notes:
You might be feeling that Dee and Ryo's fight raised some issues that need further exploration, but as much as I wanted to go on, I had to stop because this chapter has been one of the longest I've ever written. I would love to take you back into Dee's POV, too, but that will also have to wait. This was the first time in Justice or A New Day that I didn't switch back and forth between Dee and Ryo's POVs during the sex scene.
Re the door to Ryo's apartment and exactly where Dee entered: I suspect we all have our own mental picture of the layout of Ryo's apartment. If you look in Volume 6, Act 17, page 5, where Ryo and Carol and talking in the kitchen, you'll see a door that has four panels on it and a mat in front of it. I believe that is the bathroom door. Back when I first read the manga, I assumed that was the front door (because of the mat). But later when I looked at it again, I realized that if you do a panel count, this is the same door that Dee and Bikky opened when they caught Carol in the bathroom. In Volume 6, Act 17, page 11, Ryo opens the door to Dee and Bikky and says "Hey, welcome back, guys." The front door has smaller panels and there seem to be at least six, possible eight. On the next page, we see this door twice. Definitely eight panels. The front door is situated behind Bikky, as he is sitting at the kitchen table. The table and chairs are in the kitchen, therefore the entrance door to Ryo's apartment appears to be in the kitchen. Because I'm detail oriented, I've spent a certain amount of time studying these details. Ryo's bedroom door opens directly off the living room. This particular door has three big panels. You see it in Volume 1 when they bring Carol home, and you see it in Volume 5 when Dee follows an angry Ryo home from work. Dee gets Bikky to let him into the apartment through the eight-paneled entrance door off the kitchen. A few minutes earlier, Ryo had stomped through the kitchen past Bikky, presumably through the living room next, and then locked himself in his bedroom. Dee bangs on that three-paneled door. I've never been able to figure out exactly where in Ms. Matoh's layout Bikky's room is. All I know is that he has to go through the living room to get to it. When he came home in Act 10 after beating up Bruce at the basketball court, he passed through the kitchen and then through the living room on his way to get changed in his bedroom. So here's where I'll confess that I've taken a few liberties. I don't like any bathroom to open directly off the kitchen (that's gross!), so I moved the bathroom to the end of a short hallway. Ryo's apartment doesn't seem to have any hallways, so I added one. I've also put Bikky's room next to the bathroom. Bikky's and Ryo's bedrooms share a wall. I see three doors/doorways leading off Ryo's kitchen. One is the main entrance door, which I've kept in its original location. The other two are the doorway (no door) leading into the living room, which I've also kept in its original location, and the last one is the doorway that I added to accommodate the hallway that I added. Ryo's bedroom still shares a wall with the living room, just like in Sanami Matoh's layout, but the door to the bedroom is now in a hallway and no longer opens directly from the living room.
Sorry for the long boring description! I'm sure you all have your own idea of what their respective apartments look like, but I wanted to let you know how I see it so that you can imagine the movement and positioning of the characters without being too distracted.
Thanks for reading!