Trimming Bushes - Uruha/Reita - 1/1
Just editing and reposting an old fic.
Title: Trimming Bushes
Chapters: 1/1
Author: heygeorge
Genre: humor
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Uruha/Reita
Summary: Uruha discovers something shocking when he is slipping his pants down. He forces Reita to the bathroom to fix the problem.
Extra: Thank you kawasakininja (jeez I'm sorry :D) and rukana for helping me out.
“Kai-san is first, please!” the woman at the door beamed and immediately Kai stopped pacing the room like a trapped animal. He probably itched to correct and fix and ask about everything the stagehands had set up this far, starting from how the cords were taped to the ground - and shouldn’t Aoi’s guitar stand be five centimeters to the left? Management didn’t let Kai loose in the building until he at least had his makeup on and hair curled. That way it wasn’t as nerve-wracking to find out that it was fifteen minutes until stage time and Kai-kun was nowhere to be found.
The woman held the door open for Kai to hurry through. “Ruki-san’s make up is in thirty minutes,” she added.
Ruki only coughed faintly in acknowledgment from his corner. There wasn’t actually much of Ruki to be seen under the matching woolen hat and overflowing scarf combo he had on. The man had gotten himself sick again and he was avidly dividing his attention between a cup of horrible smelling herbal tea and diet Coke.
An hour later, when Uruha had finished his own session with the makeup artist, things hadn’t much improved. Ruki was still keeping to himself and sucking on his bottle, Aoi was knocked out cold on an uncomfortable chair. Kai was missing. Of course.
In addition, Uruha came face to face with his own problem when he was slipping his black pants down to change into his purple stage outfit. He didn’t notice anything until the assistant helping Uruha get dressed gasped.
The woman stared, gaped and stared. “Ur-Uruha-san…!”
“What?” Uruha asked. But then he looked down. “Fuck,” he said. “Fuck.”
He knew he had forgotten about something.
“Does… does Uruha-san need help with that?” the assistant asked meekly. "Do I have to call someone? ...Can I help?"
Uruha tried to cover himself from the woman. He was embarrassed the girl had to see him in a state like this. “No, I’ll take care of it in the bathroom. Could you find me the necessary items?”
“O-of course…!” the assistant replied, managing to rip her gaze away with obvious difficulties when Uruha pulled his pants up again. When she returned a minute later with a little cosmetics bag and held it out to Uruha, her big eyes kept sneaking looks below Uruha’s waist.
Uruha snatched the bag and made a beeline for the bathroom. Conveniently, Reita happened to be in the way, draping his (obviously unwanted) attention all over Ruki. “Reita,” Uruha hissed, grabbing his friend’s forearm, tugging him along.
When the bathroom door was locked behind them and Uruha had wiggled out of his pants again, Reita stared, gaped and stared.
“What?” asked Uruha, propping his leg up on the toilet lid and giving his naked thigh a little slap. “I need your help, obviously.”
Reita squeezed the cosmetics bag between his hands, letting his eyes run over Uruha’s exposed leg. It was so long. “Me?” he asked, distracted.
Uruha rolled his eyes, leaning over to the sink and pulling open the tap. “What? Not like you haven’t shaved anything before.” He wetted his hands under the stream and ran his palms up his thigh. “The foam’s in the bag.”
Reita’s eyes were going hazy as he stared at the curly stark black hair, everywhere on Uruha’s thigh. Uruha understood how Reita felt. Sometimes his hairy thighs scared the bejeebus out of Uruha himself when he was unprepared, trying to take a leak first thing in the morning.
Reita seemed to recover as he started to unzip the little bag and fumble around for the bottle.
“Why do I have to help you? Can’t you do this by yourself yet?” Reita muttered, crouching down next to Uruha.
“Do I look like I have flexiarms? I can’t shave myself for shit. It has to be good.”
Flexiarms…? What the? Reita thought, but applied the shaving foam to his palms and started lathering up Uruha’s thigh nonetheless.
“Just down to my knees is fine,” Uruha said with sudden authority.
Reita obeyed and ran the razor down Uruha’s thigh with particular care, getting Uruha to hum approvingly. Reita worked the bladed tool around Uruha’s one leg and then took up the other soon after, keeping his hands certain and his face concentrated. Like he was shaving something random. Uruha smirked evilly.
Reita rinsed the razor for the last time and shaving foam with gently curled black hairs disappeared down the sink. He carefully cleaned the excess foam from Uruha’s legs with a dampened towel. The skin looked as smooth as Reita was used to seeing it. Uruha was also pleased with Reita’s skill with the razor.
“Good,” he said. “Now the lotion.”
Reita had admirably kept his cool through the whole session, even when he was practically face first in Uruha’s tight briefs, but now Uruha was interested to finally see pinkness bloom on his cheeks.
“Uhh,” Reita hesitated but didn’t move from his position next to Uruha’s legs. “You can so do that yourself.”
“Can’t!” Uruha replied cheerily, waving his hands. “You have to give me the whole deal.”
Reita frowned as he pulled out the other bottle, squirting some lotion on his fingers. Considerate, Reita warmed the cream between his hands and brought his palms to Uruha’s freshly shaved skin. He rubbed cautiously like actually touching the thigh would burn his fingers.
“Massage it in,” Uruha suggested suggestively. “I like that.” Reita cleared his throat but a smirk spread on Uruha’s face as Reita put his strong palms to work on his flesh, his hesitant caresses turning into bold kneading.
Reita was so into stroking things and his hands were conveniently slicked with lotion, Uruha though it would be a shame to let it go to waste. “Now, for the real reason we’re here,” he grinned, his fingers threading in Reita’s hair.
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Title: Trimming Bushes
Chapters: 1/1
Author: heygeorge
Genre: humor
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Uruha/Reita
Summary: Uruha discovers something shocking when he is slipping his pants down. He forces Reita to the bathroom to fix the problem.
Extra: Thank you kawasakininja (jeez I'm sorry :D) and rukana for helping me out.
“Kai-san is first, please!” the woman at the door beamed and immediately Kai stopped pacing the room like a trapped animal. He probably itched to correct and fix and ask about everything the stagehands had set up this far, starting from how the cords were taped to the ground - and shouldn’t Aoi’s guitar stand be five centimeters to the left? Management didn’t let Kai loose in the building until he at least had his makeup on and hair curled. That way it wasn’t as nerve-wracking to find out that it was fifteen minutes until stage time and Kai-kun was nowhere to be found.
The woman held the door open for Kai to hurry through. “Ruki-san’s make up is in thirty minutes,” she added.
Ruki only coughed faintly in acknowledgment from his corner. There wasn’t actually much of Ruki to be seen under the matching woolen hat and overflowing scarf combo he had on. The man had gotten himself sick again and he was avidly dividing his attention between a cup of horrible smelling herbal tea and diet Coke.
An hour later, when Uruha had finished his own session with the makeup artist, things hadn’t much improved. Ruki was still keeping to himself and sucking on his bottle, Aoi was knocked out cold on an uncomfortable chair. Kai was missing. Of course.
In addition, Uruha came face to face with his own problem when he was slipping his black pants down to change into his purple stage outfit. He didn’t notice anything until the assistant helping Uruha get dressed gasped.
The woman stared, gaped and stared. “Ur-Uruha-san…!”
“What?” Uruha asked. But then he looked down. “Fuck,” he said. “Fuck.”
He knew he had forgotten about something.
“Does… does Uruha-san need help with that?” the assistant asked meekly. "Do I have to call someone? ...Can I help?"
Uruha tried to cover himself from the woman. He was embarrassed the girl had to see him in a state like this. “No, I’ll take care of it in the bathroom. Could you find me the necessary items?”
“O-of course…!” the assistant replied, managing to rip her gaze away with obvious difficulties when Uruha pulled his pants up again. When she returned a minute later with a little cosmetics bag and held it out to Uruha, her big eyes kept sneaking looks below Uruha’s waist.
Uruha snatched the bag and made a beeline for the bathroom. Conveniently, Reita happened to be in the way, draping his (obviously unwanted) attention all over Ruki. “Reita,” Uruha hissed, grabbing his friend’s forearm, tugging him along.
When the bathroom door was locked behind them and Uruha had wiggled out of his pants again, Reita stared, gaped and stared.
“What?” asked Uruha, propping his leg up on the toilet lid and giving his naked thigh a little slap. “I need your help, obviously.”
Reita squeezed the cosmetics bag between his hands, letting his eyes run over Uruha’s exposed leg. It was so long. “Me?” he asked, distracted.
Uruha rolled his eyes, leaning over to the sink and pulling open the tap. “What? Not like you haven’t shaved anything before.” He wetted his hands under the stream and ran his palms up his thigh. “The foam’s in the bag.”
Reita’s eyes were going hazy as he stared at the curly stark black hair, everywhere on Uruha’s thigh. Uruha understood how Reita felt. Sometimes his hairy thighs scared the bejeebus out of Uruha himself when he was unprepared, trying to take a leak first thing in the morning.
Reita seemed to recover as he started to unzip the little bag and fumble around for the bottle.
“Why do I have to help you? Can’t you do this by yourself yet?” Reita muttered, crouching down next to Uruha.
“Do I look like I have flexiarms? I can’t shave myself for shit. It has to be good.”
Flexiarms…? What the? Reita thought, but applied the shaving foam to his palms and started lathering up Uruha’s thigh nonetheless.
“Just down to my knees is fine,” Uruha said with sudden authority.
Reita obeyed and ran the razor down Uruha’s thigh with particular care, getting Uruha to hum approvingly. Reita worked the bladed tool around Uruha’s one leg and then took up the other soon after, keeping his hands certain and his face concentrated. Like he was shaving something random. Uruha smirked evilly.
Reita rinsed the razor for the last time and shaving foam with gently curled black hairs disappeared down the sink. He carefully cleaned the excess foam from Uruha’s legs with a dampened towel. The skin looked as smooth as Reita was used to seeing it. Uruha was also pleased with Reita’s skill with the razor.
“Good,” he said. “Now the lotion.”
Reita had admirably kept his cool through the whole session, even when he was practically face first in Uruha’s tight briefs, but now Uruha was interested to finally see pinkness bloom on his cheeks.
“Uhh,” Reita hesitated but didn’t move from his position next to Uruha’s legs. “You can so do that yourself.”
“Can’t!” Uruha replied cheerily, waving his hands. “You have to give me the whole deal.”
Reita frowned as he pulled out the other bottle, squirting some lotion on his fingers. Considerate, Reita warmed the cream between his hands and brought his palms to Uruha’s freshly shaved skin. He rubbed cautiously like actually touching the thigh would burn his fingers.
“Massage it in,” Uruha suggested suggestively. “I like that.” Reita cleared his throat but a smirk spread on Uruha’s face as Reita put his strong palms to work on his flesh, his hesitant caresses turning into bold kneading.
Reita was so into stroking things and his hands were conveniently slicked with lotion, Uruha though it would be a shame to let it go to waste. “Now, for the real reason we’re here,” he grinned, his fingers threading in Reita’s hair.
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