Untitled Yamapi/Ryo
Title: 7th One Hour Porn Challenge
Pairing: Yamapi/Ryo
Rating: totally PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. No defamation intended. For srs, yo.
Notes: written for the 7th One-Hour Porn challenge, inspired by Yamapi's Hot Het Photoshoot, and Ryo's Retaliation.
Other participants: superlover | jackoweskla | pearljemz | travelingpsycho | shichihenge | tinyangl | artemisgoddess | devetir | procreational | goldengutgirl | bloodybrilliant | grunhilda | pinkpapyrus


It was their day off, and Yamapi was a man on a mission. He took the first train to Ryo's place, his heart riding a roller coaster up into his throat and down into his stomach at regular intervals. The journey on the crowded train seemed to last forever, but was over entirely too fast.

When Ryo opened his door, he stood with a towel around his waist, and his hair was wet. Yamapi felt his mouth go dry. He managed to say, "You shouldn't answer the door like that."

Ryo smirked. He said, "I have a peep hole. I knew it was you, or I wouldn't have opened the door." Then he stepped back to let Yamapi inside.

Ryo walked to the kitchen, where he had apparently been steaming some pork buns when Yamapi arrived. He grabbed one and took a bite, making a vague sound of "do you want one?" to Yamapi, who declined with a shake of his head.

"I saw your pictures in Glamorous yesterday," Yamapi began. He watched Ryo carefully. Ryo swallowed his bite of food slowly, looking towards the floor at Yamapi's feet. His eyes looked as if they saw something far away.

"I saw Anan," he replied, simply. Then, "You look good."

The silence that followed filled the room and Yamapi's ears rang and pounded the sound of his heartbeat, and all at once he moved across the room to face Ryo, who was surprised enough to drop his bun and muttered a half question, "What are you…"

"I can't ignore this any longer, Ryo," Yamapi said. It felt good to speak, so good to start talking and to say something about it, but he needed to keep going and there was no turning back from here. He'd opened the box and now he had to let the contents out.

"Pi, don't do this," Ryo said. "You can't… There's no way."

"I'm doing it," Yamapi stated forcefully. He hoped he looked confident because he felt like running away and hiding in his bed under the covers until he died or the world ended, whichever came first. "I know you know what I'm saying, and I know you feel it, too. I can't keep ignoring this, Ryo. I can't pretend the feelings aren't there."

Ryo breathed hard. Yamapi moved closer. Ryo seemed to flinch, but didn't move away. Yamapi, slowly, brought his hand up to touch Ryo's face. His palm was cool on Ryo's cheek. He pulled Ryo into an embrace, and the feeling of Ryo in his arms was enough to steal his breath. He sighed, burying his face in Ryo's neck and inhaling deeply as he felt Ryo's hands on his back, pressing him closer. It was heaven, being held by Ryo.

Yamapi pulled his face back to look into Ryo's eyes. They were bright and dark at the same time. He reached up to smooth Ryo's hair away, and barely managed a whisper to say, "Please."

Ryo nodded, so slightly that Yamapi thought he'd imagined it before he heard Ryo's reply, in a thick, husky voice that Yamapi had never heard before, "Yes."

Yamapi couldn't help smiling as he kissed Ryo. He cupped Ryo's face and kissed him, his mouth, his cheeks, his nose. Ryo's laugh sounded relieved and nervous. When Yamapi kissed him on the mouth again, he wasted no time with chaste, closed-mouth kisses. His tongue worked its way inside Ryo's mouth, evoking deliciously surprised sounds from Ryo.

Ryo pulled back, suddenly, and looked at Yamapi. His chest heaved. He said, "Do you wanna…"

Yamapi didn't let him finish. "Fuck. Yes," he replied. At that, Ryo led him out of the kitchen and down the short hallway to his room. Wordlessly, he