A Drunken Affair - AoixUruha - Unlove You
Title: A Drunken Affair
Chapters: Drabble (221 words)
Rating: PG (?)
Warnings: Use of alcohol
Genre: Angst
Pairing(s): AoixUruha (the GazettE)
Summery: Uruha never remembers in the morning…
Author's Note: for un-love-you, prompt #12. “I’m Drunk”
Cross posted: un-love-you
Uruha spills into Aoi’s lap.
“I’m drunk.”
Aoi raises a brow. “I can see that.”
Uruha stares up at Aoi through glazed eyes. “So are you.”
“No Uru, I’m not.” Aoi brushes the hair from Uruha’s face.
“Yes, you are.” Uruha insists, tugging Aoi down to his lips.
Uruha is warm on Aoi’s thighs, his scent is dizzying, his mouth unbearably irresistible.
And Aoi is too “drunk” to resist.
Their faces, lips, tongues meet uncoordinatedly, they move against each other, finding how they fit together.
“Mmm, you’re so drunk -” Uruha slurs, before Aoi swallows the rest of his drunken babble.
Besides, speaking is neither allowed nor needed in their now-weekly ordeals.
~
Aoi clumsily lowers Uruha’s burdening weight onto the mattress. Uruha’s eyes slide open briefly, “Aoi… you should… get drunk more.” He grins stupidly and fades again.
Aoi pulls off Uruha’s slippers and tugs the comforter up over his shoulders. Once Uruha is properly tucked in he simply watches his drunken slumber.
He brings a hand to touch Uruha’s cheek painfully gently.
“Well Uru… maybe you should just be sober more.” Aoi says to the deathly silent room as he’s exiting through the door, knowing in the morning he and Uruha will be bandmates - acquaintances - and he’ll be praying that someday Uruha will remember them in the daylight hours.
Chapters: Drabble (221 words)
Rating: PG (?)
Warnings: Use of alcohol
Genre: Angst
Pairing(s): AoixUruha (the GazettE)
Summery: Uruha never remembers in the morning…
Author's Note: for un-love-you, prompt #12. “I’m Drunk”
Cross posted: un-love-you
Uruha spills into Aoi’s lap.
“I’m drunk.”
Aoi raises a brow. “I can see that.”
Uruha stares up at Aoi through glazed eyes. “So are you.”
“No Uru, I’m not.” Aoi brushes the hair from Uruha’s face.
“Yes, you are.” Uruha insists, tugging Aoi down to his lips.
Uruha is warm on Aoi’s thighs, his scent is dizzying, his mouth unbearably irresistible.
And Aoi is too “drunk” to resist.
Their faces, lips, tongues meet uncoordinatedly, they move against each other, finding how they fit together.
“Mmm, you’re so drunk -” Uruha slurs, before Aoi swallows the rest of his drunken babble.
Besides, speaking is neither allowed nor needed in their now-weekly ordeals.
~
Aoi clumsily lowers Uruha’s burdening weight onto the mattress. Uruha’s eyes slide open briefly, “Aoi… you should… get drunk more.” He grins stupidly and fades again.
Aoi pulls off Uruha’s slippers and tugs the comforter up over his shoulders. Once Uruha is properly tucked in he simply watches his drunken slumber.
He brings a hand to touch Uruha’s cheek painfully gently.
“Well Uru… maybe you should just be sober more.” Aoi says to the deathly silent room as he’s exiting through the door, knowing in the morning he and Uruha will be bandmates - acquaintances - and he’ll be praying that someday Uruha will remember them in the daylight hours.