Always and Never - Yune/Aoi
Chapters: Oneshot
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: R
Warnings: Cheating
Summary: He never expects his voice to greet him.
Word count: 769
Disclaimer: I'm in no way affiliated with the GazettE or PS Company.
Characters are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental.
Comments: Great many thanks to heygeorge!
Caller number on his display is not the one he recognizes, he doesn't know what to expect when he goes to answer it, a business meeting, Reita’s prank again, even a crazy fan. But he never expects his voice to greet him.
“Your sister gave me your number,” he explains.
“I am in town on business, this Wednesday,” he says.
“I thought maybe we could meet?” he asks.
Aoi agrees without checking his schedule. He’ll clear it up with management later.
He is waiting for him at the place they agreed upon. Seeing him in a black business suit, Aoi really wishes he chose something else than a flower print silk shirt and a pair of black jeans when he rushed to his place to change clothes and remove the makeup from the photoshoot he pushed earlier in the morning.
They greet. Yune smiles and Aoi knows his own looks just a little bit weary. His bloodshot eyes stay hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses for now.
They go to a little place, where the food is cheap but okay. They catch up. Aoi asks about Yune’s kids and Yune’s eyes shine when he talks about his oldest son. They don’t mention her.
They have few cups of sake after lunch. When they pass a love hotel, there are no words necessary. Although they have different reasons, they both look around in fear of being recognized.
Once the door closes Aoi’s lips don’t waste time finding Yune’s. Hands pulling the shirt out of his pants. Fingers shaking when trying to unbutton it. Yune’s warm hand stops his fumbling movements. He pushes Aoi away. Towards the brightly colored bed.
Aoi sits and watches Yune undress himself. Slowly. Carefully placing his shirt on the backrest of the chair. Tie folded neatly over it. Shoes with socks under it. Neatly folding his pants, to avoid creasing, he places them on the seat.
Aoi knows that by society standards he should feel guilty for taking someone’s husband. But he doesn’t. Because Yune was his first. Always. And never his.
Only in his boxers Yune nears him. Aoi’s legs in between his, he gently cradles Aoi’s head against his body. Aoi inhales his scent, arms coming around Yune’s waist, to caress his back, hold him closer. Easing himself down, so he is sitting in Aoi’s lap, Yune rakes his fingers through Aoi’s hair. His thumbs caress black circles under Aoi’s eyes. Looking him straight in the eyes, Yune kisses him.
Aoi is still, just savoring the feeling of those lips against his own again. Wetness of Yune’s tongue laving his bottom lip. Opening his mouth, he feels close to crying when their tongues meet. His taste is an onslaught of memories.
His two fingers inside Yune feel like the old times. But things have changed.
Being painfully stretched, Yune’s sweaty forehead against his shoulder, he groans. Completely sheathed inside of him, Yune stills, looks up at his face.
“It’s been long,” Aoi explains. When Yune playfully smirks, Aoi slaps his chest. “Not that long.”
They shift positions, Yune sitting on the bed, Aoi straddling him. His movements easy and languid. He wants this to last. He knows it cannot last. Yune’s movements quicken, their breathing grows shallow. Aoi clings to Yune’s neck, Yune’s nails break the skin on his back. Aoi only whimpers when he comes. He doesn’t utter a name. He isn’t Yune anymore. He doesn’t want to use the other name.
Yune doesn’t pull out of him immediately, he holds Aoi close, despite the stickiness between their bellies. Aoi wants to hold onto this feeling but the hair under his fingers is short instead of long. Yune traces the place where Aoi’s lip ring used to be with his thumb. His eyes reflect Aoi’s sadness.
He smokes a cigarette or two while he waits for Yune to finish with his shower. When he exits Aoi has to grip the edge of the bed so he wouldn’t grab a hold of him again. Extinguishing his cigarette, he walks over to him. He buttons up his shirt. His hands steady again. He watches Yune tie his tie before he places a gentle kiss on the corner of his lips. He turns around to pick up his things. He’ll shower at home. Much later.
They say their goodbyes. No warm embraces this time.
“Say hello to guys for me,” Yune says.
“You know Ruki is still mad at you,” Aoi grins.
Yune smiles too. “Just Reita and Uruha then.”
His smile still in place, Aoi watches him walk out of his life. Once again.
Genre: Romance, Angst
Rating: R
Warnings: Cheating
Summary: He never expects his voice to greet him.
Word count: 769
Disclaimer: I'm in no way affiliated with the GazettE or PS Company.
Characters are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental.
Comments: Great many thanks to heygeorge!
Caller number on his display is not the one he recognizes, he doesn't know what to expect when he goes to answer it, a business meeting, Reita’s prank again, even a crazy fan. But he never expects his voice to greet him.
“Your sister gave me your number,” he explains.
“I am in town on business, this Wednesday,” he says.
“I thought maybe we could meet?” he asks.
Aoi agrees without checking his schedule. He’ll clear it up with management later.
He is waiting for him at the place they agreed upon. Seeing him in a black business suit, Aoi really wishes he chose something else than a flower print silk shirt and a pair of black jeans when he rushed to his place to change clothes and remove the makeup from the photoshoot he pushed earlier in the morning.
They greet. Yune smiles and Aoi knows his own looks just a little bit weary. His bloodshot eyes stay hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses for now.
They go to a little place, where the food is cheap but okay. They catch up. Aoi asks about Yune’s kids and Yune’s eyes shine when he talks about his oldest son. They don’t mention her.
They have few cups of sake after lunch. When they pass a love hotel, there are no words necessary. Although they have different reasons, they both look around in fear of being recognized.
Once the door closes Aoi’s lips don’t waste time finding Yune’s. Hands pulling the shirt out of his pants. Fingers shaking when trying to unbutton it. Yune’s warm hand stops his fumbling movements. He pushes Aoi away. Towards the brightly colored bed.
Aoi sits and watches Yune undress himself. Slowly. Carefully placing his shirt on the backrest of the chair. Tie folded neatly over it. Shoes with socks under it. Neatly folding his pants, to avoid creasing, he places them on the seat.
Aoi knows that by society standards he should feel guilty for taking someone’s husband. But he doesn’t. Because Yune was his first. Always. And never his.
Only in his boxers Yune nears him. Aoi’s legs in between his, he gently cradles Aoi’s head against his body. Aoi inhales his scent, arms coming around Yune’s waist, to caress his back, hold him closer. Easing himself down, so he is sitting in Aoi’s lap, Yune rakes his fingers through Aoi’s hair. His thumbs caress black circles under Aoi’s eyes. Looking him straight in the eyes, Yune kisses him.
Aoi is still, just savoring the feeling of those lips against his own again. Wetness of Yune’s tongue laving his bottom lip. Opening his mouth, he feels close to crying when their tongues meet. His taste is an onslaught of memories.
His two fingers inside Yune feel like the old times. But things have changed.
Being painfully stretched, Yune’s sweaty forehead against his shoulder, he groans. Completely sheathed inside of him, Yune stills, looks up at his face.
“It’s been long,” Aoi explains. When Yune playfully smirks, Aoi slaps his chest. “Not that long.”
They shift positions, Yune sitting on the bed, Aoi straddling him. His movements easy and languid. He wants this to last. He knows it cannot last. Yune’s movements quicken, their breathing grows shallow. Aoi clings to Yune’s neck, Yune’s nails break the skin on his back. Aoi only whimpers when he comes. He doesn’t utter a name. He isn’t Yune anymore. He doesn’t want to use the other name.
Yune doesn’t pull out of him immediately, he holds Aoi close, despite the stickiness between their bellies. Aoi wants to hold onto this feeling but the hair under his fingers is short instead of long. Yune traces the place where Aoi’s lip ring used to be with his thumb. His eyes reflect Aoi’s sadness.
He smokes a cigarette or two while he waits for Yune to finish with his shower. When he exits Aoi has to grip the edge of the bed so he wouldn’t grab a hold of him again. Extinguishing his cigarette, he walks over to him. He buttons up his shirt. His hands steady again. He watches Yune tie his tie before he places a gentle kiss on the corner of his lips. He turns around to pick up his things. He’ll shower at home. Much later.
They say their goodbyes. No warm embraces this time.
“Say hello to guys for me,” Yune says.
“You know Ruki is still mad at you,” Aoi grins.
Yune smiles too. “Just Reita and Uruha then.”
His smile still in place, Aoi watches him walk out of his life. Once again.