Chapter 2: Paradise Found?
Same warnings and disclaimers apply. Yaoi soon!
Last time:
"The badger just offered you and me some time off. Why don't we take him up on that? We can go on vacation, get away from the job, and the apes—it'll just be you and me." Dee smiled.
Ryo smiled back. "Sounds like a plan."
Dee kissed him, gently at first, then passionately, aggressively. When the broke apart Dee whispered, "I'll go talk to the badger, see how soon we can take advantage of that time off."
"Great," Ryo said softly. They kissed again, and Ryo could almost feel the spark return to their relationship.
Ryo sat in the passenger seat of the beat up old car that Dee had borrowed from the precinct. It was a retired cop car, so it had seen its share of action, and the miles had become apparent, seeing as the damn thing had broken down once already and gotten a flat tire. Ryo looked over at Dee, who hadn't said anything since fixing the tire, and could see he was angry. Ryo sighed softly, getting a feeling that their vacation was getting off to a bad start.
Ryo saw a rest stop and mentioned to Dee that it might be nice to pull over and chill for a while. Dee complied, but he didn't seem very enthusiastic about it.
After having a cup of coffee that tasted like heated tobacco chewers' spit, Ryo knew that the vacation was going to be a flop.
"You know what sucks?" Dee asked suddenly. "We've finally managed to get some time off and all we've done is drive and drink something that is supposed to resemble coffee." He shook his head.
"Well," said Ryo, trying to keep a cheerful outlook, "we are only about twenty miles from the inn, right? All we have to do is save out energy until we get there. Then this vacation can get interesting." He smiled.
A hint of a smirk played on Dee's lips. "I'm surprised to hear you talking dirty, Ryo. That's usually my job."
"Keep it," Ryo said, feeling their normal playfulness begin to take hold. "It's a harder job than it seems."
When their food arrived and they realized it looked like it had been scraped off the side of a freeway, they decided to skip the bill and just head out. As they reached the open roads leading to their hotel, Ryo felt Dee hit the accelerator and had to smile. At least now Dee was feeling as enthusiastic as Ryo should have.
This is going to be so awesome, Dee thought, as he gunned the engine even harder on the 45 mph streets. We'll finally be alone—no nosy coworkers, no meddling house apes, no badger breathing down our necks…this is going to be the perfect vacation.
He turned a sharp corner and saw the glittering lights of their inn in the distance. He hit the gas pedal violently in an attempt to reach the haven as soon as humanly possible. The car skidded to a stop in the nearest parking spot and Dee leaped out of the car and practically ran to the reservations desk.
"Hey, uh, one-bed room, under the name 'Laytner'," he panted.
"All right, Mr. Laytner," the desk clerk said in a stereotypically gay voice. "Here are your keys, just let me know if you need another one, but try not to lose it, and your room is number…" he consulted the computer for a moment. "Ah! There you are! Number 256. Would you like me to show you to your room, sir?"
Dee looked at the desk clerk dismally. Why was it only the lamest of all gay men had to be the ones to hit on him?
"Sure! Which room are we in?" Ryo came in at the perfect moment to save Dee from the desk freak.
"Oh…" The clerk was obviously disappointed.
Like he would've gotten any going about it that way anyway, Dee thought.
The clerk led Dee and Ryo to their room, carrying both their bags. He deposited them inside, told them breakfast was served from eight to eleven in the morning, then hurried back to his post at the front desk.
Lame-brain, Dee thought as he dragged his own bag to his side of the bed. He waved his arm courteously to Ryo, but had an evil grin plastered on his face. "Shall we?"
Ryo unpacked a few of his things and folded them on top of the dresser.
What a room… He marveled at the beauty of their hotel room—the smell of lemony cleaning products, the huge bay windows, the enormous king-size bed…this room was an absolute dream! As long as Dee was in the bathroom, Ryo knew he had time to look around at everything. He found a kitchenette that was almost as big as the kitchen at his apartment, a closet full of huge, fluffy white towels, scented shampoos and soaps, even some incense near the back of the closet.
He returned to his suitcase, where he found the carefully bound Ziploc bag that contained his own shampoo and soap.
I wonder if I could snag some of that stuff before we leave…
"Whatever you're doing it's time to stop."
Ryo turned and saw Dee leaning against the wall near the bathroom. He was grinning that evil grin he only got when he was ready to go—and not ready to take "no" for an answer.
Dee began walking slowly towards him, taking long, sultry strides that accentuated his perfect hips beneath tight, black jeans. His sock feet made no noise as he came closer…closer…
Just watching him stalk toward him made Ryo numb, and, though it took about a second and a half really, Ryo could have watched him forever. Dee finally reached him and wrapped his arms around Ryo's waist. Ryo could have melted.
"Now, let's pick up where we left off so long ago…"
His lips brushed Ryo's, softly, lightly, then took hold of them powerfully yet tenderly. As his tongue snaked into Ryo's mouth, Ryo felt his jeans began to tighten at the groin, and Dee began to slowly lean him backward onto their huge bed.
Once he was lying down, Dee leaning over him sensually, Ryo could feel Dee's hands begin to roam, though his lips never left Ryo's. Ryo stifled a moan as Dee's wandering hands found his belt and began to undo it skillfully. After some struggling, Ryo felt his jeans fall off the bed to the floor, as Dee began the descent through the buttons on his shirt.
I'd almost forgotten… Ryo thought. He reached out and began working Dee's shirt off as well, then tried at his jeans without much success.
Dee released his furious kiss and took his jeans off himself, kicking off his socks as he went. Now there was nothing but the thin cloth of their boxers in the way of the recreation of their spark. Ryo felt Dee begin to slowly edge Ryo's boxers down his own slender hips. Though Ryo was just as excited as Dee was, it still didn't feel like it used to. He didn't know what it was, but for some reason it just wasn't the same.
Oh God…why doesn't this feel right?
He had no idea that same question was on Dee's mind too.
Uh, oh! Trouble ahead! Lotsa drama coming, but…hah! Fooled ya! You thought I was gonna give it away, huh? Nya ha! Sorry—please read and review (is that what R&R stands for? BRAINSTORM!)