Title: "What Would an Insomniac Do?"
Chapters: 1/1 (oneshot)
Author: kuroi_fuyu (aka
frozenstream)
Genre: humor, I suppose?
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none really
Bands: the GazettE
Pairings: RukixReita
Synopsis: Ruki hated nights like this; just rolling around in bed, not being able to fall asleep.
Disclaimers: The boys belong to themselves, not me.
Ruki turned to look at the alarm clock on the nightstand.
4.34am.
Letting out an irritated growl he rolled over to lie on his back, eyes on the ceiling watching the moving shadows. He hated nights like this; just rolling around in bed, not being able to fall asleep. Lately he’d been suffering from a lot of sleeping problems and he had no idea why. Maybe it was stress caused by the upcoming tour…
Ruki turned his head to the right, eyes focusing on the man sprawled on his stomach next to him, snoring loudly. Ruki snorted. Whatever it was that kept him from having his nightly rest clearly had no effect on Reita what-so-ever. Elbowing the bassist to the ribs he earned a loud groan in return.
“Oww, what was that for?” Came the sleepy mumble as Reita buried his face into the softness of his pillow.
“You snore”, Ruki hissed slightly annoyed.
Reita lifted his head and looked at the vocalist with a hint of a smirk decorating his lips, “I recall you calling it adorable.”
“Well, it’s not”, Ruki replied with a pout.
“That’s too bad…”, the bassist turned to lie on his side, back facing the smaller man as he heaved out a loud sigh.
“Maybe you should go to a clinic about it.”
“Maybe you should buy some earplugs”, the bassist stated bluntly. Ruki stuck out his tongue at Reita’s bare back. “…You’re showing your tongue at me, aren’t you?”
Quickly Ruki retrieved the muscle back in his mouth. How did he know?
“No, I’m not”, he mumbled a little embarrassed. Reita’s soft chuckling echoed in the room before it gradually quieted down, being replaced by his calm breathing as he slowly started to drift back to sleep.
Crossing his arms over his chest, Ruki huffed. He was jealous of Reita’s sleeping abilities. That guy could sleep practically anywhere, anytime. Once Ruki had caught him sleeping standing up during a break of their practice, leaning on his bass for support. How was that even humanly possible?
He turned to look at the clock once more; 4.42am. At this rate he’d die of boredom and frustration before the rest of the world woke from their slumber. Rolling over to his side, Ruki watched how the bassist’s shoulders moved sensually as he breathed calmly. Ruki let his fingers softly caress the skin between the other man’s shoulder blades before giving it a slight poke. Nothing. Another poke and the man before him groaned.
“Reita?” Ruki whispered but since no answer came he poked again, voice a little louder this time, “Reita? You asleep?”
“Yes…”
“No, you’re not, baka.”
“Don’t call me that…”
“Baaaaaka”, Ruki grinned widely as Reita growled in irritation.
“God, you can be annoying at times”, the bassist sighed, the grin on Ruki’s face never faltering. Reita pulled the blanket over his head, only to grunt in annoyance a moment later as the vocalist grabbed the hem and yanked it off the bassist's body. “Ruki~”, Reita whined.
“I wanna play”, there was a hint of mischief in his voice.
“Play with yourself.”
Ruki huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Reita was being so stubborn and selfish. Shouldn’t a boyfriend comfort you at times like this? “You are a lousy boyfriend, you know that!”
Reita chuckled as he finally rolled over to face the vocalist. “Are you breaking up with me?”
“Maybe”, Ruki blurted as if really thinking about it.
“Oh nooo”, Reita scooted closer and wrapped his arms around the smaller man’s body. “Don’t leave me, I’d be ever so miserable.”
“Damn your ass you would be!”, Ruki retorted. “You wouldn’t be able to live without me”. He could see Reita rolling his eyes at him before leaning closer and leaving a soft kiss on the corner of his lips.
“Yeah, who then would keep me awake in the wee hours of the morning acting like a spoiled little brat”, the bassist mocked, receiving a punch on the arm in return. “Owww~”, he laughed lightly, rubbing the sore spot with his other hand. “Now that you’ve abused me, can we please go back to sleep?”
Throwing his arm over Ruki’s waist he snuggled as close to the vocalist’s body as physically possible, sighing loudly as he buried his nose to Ruki’s neck. Ruki listened to the bassist’s soft breathing. Had he already fallen asleep? Letting a puff of air leave his lips Ruki stared at the ceiling. He was no closer to his sweet slumber. And now his back was itching. As carefully as he could he started moving his body, trying to rub the itching lower back to the mattress.
“I will murder you”, he heard the deep growl from beside him. Ruki stopped moving.
After a while he spoke up, “Can’t we go and watch some TV or something?”
“Fine!”, Reita snapped, throwing his arms in the air in defeat as he abruptly rose from the bed. Ruki smirked smugly to himself in victory as he followed Reita out of the bedroom.
He found the other man sitting on the couch of their living room, rubbing his eyes roughly as his loud yawn resounded in the otherwise quiet apartment. Ruki jumped to sit next to the grumpy bassist, hand swiftly grabbing the remote Reita was reaching out for. Not paying attention to the annoyed grumble beside him he flipped through the recorded shows and once he found what he was looking for he pushed play.
“Zombies? Seriously?”, Reita asked in disbelief.
“What? You scared~?”, Ruki teased with a grin.
“No!”
“Don't worry, I'll protect you”, the vocalist giggled, laying his head down on Reita's broad shoulder as they focused their eyes on the TV, its screen illuminating the entire room. Ruki shivered. Searching blindly with his hand, he finally found what he was looking for as he pulled the soft blanket that was sprawled on their couch over his body.
“Eww, gross!” he exlaimed, the words being muffled by a yawn as the undead found themselves a very lively snack out of one of the villagers, his cheek now being chewed off in a very graphic manner.
“I know right”, Reita crinched. “Wouldn't being eaten alive just be the worst way to...”, the hitched breathing next to his ear made him cut off his sentence. Turning his head he could see that the brunette was sound asleep against his shoulder.
In the pale morning light a tiny swallow was about to start its early concerto when a loud roar almost knocked it off its branch.
“Son of a bitch!”
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A/N: Ummmmmmm~ *scratches the back of her head with a small giggle*
Again one of my old unfinished fics that I managed to write through.
This is just random and dumb and silly and... There is just no point to the whole thing, haha.
But oh well~ *chuckle* Hope you guys liked it!
Comments are chocolate to my strawberry! ♥