Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Setting: After Like Like Love.
Summary: Dee isn’t above a bit of strategic visual teasing.
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Pocket’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Double drabble.
Dee lounged back against the bar, hands jammed in the pockets of his jeans, fully aware of the way the action pulled the fabric tight, leaving nothing to the imagination. He knew Ryo was getting the message by the way the other man’s face flushed pink and his eyes darkened. He probably didn’t even realise he was licking his lips.
“So, you want another drink?” It wasn’t easy to appear so casual, but damned if Dee was gonna be the one to make the first move tonight.
“Uh, no, I’m good. Besides, it’s getting late; we should head home, we’ve got work tomorrow.” Turning away, Ryo downed the last of his beer in a couple of gulps, setting the empty glass on the bar, surreptitiously eying the front of Dee’s jeans. “Are you coming?” He bit his lip, his blush deepening as he realised that might not have been the best choice of words under the present circumstances.
“Not yet, but I’m hoping to.” Pulling his hands out of his pockets, Dee straightened up, glad it was a relatively short walk back to their apartment. Hopefully the cold winter air would cool his ardour so he wouldn’t be too uncomfortable.