Characters: Dee, Ryo.
Setting: Between Vol. 6 and Vol. 7.
Summary: Dee and Ryo are on stakeout, but Ryo seems to be in some discomfort…
Written For: The tw100 prompt ‘Hand’
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble and a half, 250 words.
Dee couldn’t help noticing the way Ryo was fidgeting beside him. They were only halfway through a six-hour stakeout shift, and there was nothing happening on the street to hold his attention. When his partner squirmed in his seat yet again, he finally had to ask.
“Ryo? You okay?”
“I’m fine,” Ryo replied distractedly.
“It’s just, you keep fidgeting. Nothin’s happening, so if you need to take a break… I mean, we’re gonna be here another three hours…”
“What?” Ryo looked at Dee, confused, then understanding dawned and he blushed faintly. “Oh, no, it’s nothing like that, I just… My back itches,” he admitted sheepishly.
“Why didn’t ya say something, doofus?” Dee couldn’t help laughing. “Here, let me give ya a hand with that.” He nudged Ryo forward against the steering wheel, running his hand over his back. “Just tell me where.”
“Left a bit, up a bit, yes, right there. Ohhhh, that feels good.” Ryo’s eyes closed and he sagged as Dee scratched away the annoying itch.
“Uh huh. Thanks, Dee.”
“No prob, partner. I’m happy to scratch any itches you might have, anywhere, any time.” He winked, and Ryo’s face flamed at the innuendo.
Although, the feel of Dee’s hand on his back, soothing the irritation that had been driving him mad, made him wonder if his partner’s touch might feel even better elsewhere. The aborted test drive had been months ago; maybe he should suggest giving that another try, when they weren’t likely to be interrupted…