Warm Temperature
Chapter: one-shot
Pairing: Reita x Uruha
Band: Gazette
Rating: PG-15
Summary: *shrugs*
Author's Notes: Yay...more pointless~ness. Thanks, xxpocky_chanxx for inspiring me. ^^
Reita was sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine. He sighed softly as the guitarist entered the living room from the kitchen with a cup of ice. He claimed a spot next to the other and took a cube out, putting it in his mouth.
The bassist glanced over and smiled a little at him, before focusing back on the magazine. Uruha rested his head on his shoulder and sucked on the ice softly. The other man looked in the corner of his eye, noticing his koi rub the cold square on his slightly colorless lips.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Eating ice,” Uruha innocently answered.
“Why?”
“Because it’s hot. Aren’t you hot too?”
Reita shook his head and replied, “Nope, I feel comfortable.”
“Hmm…maybe it’s just me or you’re making me hot,” he smirked a little while getting a new piece of ice.
“Nani?”
“Nothing,” he laughed lightly, removing his head from the man’s shoulder.
The bassist took the cup of ice, picked up a piece, and put the cup aside. He gently forced Uruha down and pushed his shirt up half way, exposing his stomach. He guided the ice on his skin and left a light trail of water. He leaned down and licked up the trail teasingly, causing the man below to shiver.
“A-akira, what are you doing?” the guitarist laughed a little from the soft touch of his tongue.
“Seeing if you can handle the ice cream later,” he answered with a smirk.
Pairing: Reita x Uruha
Band: Gazette
Rating: PG-15
Summary: *shrugs*
Author's Notes: Yay...more pointless~ness. Thanks, xxpocky_chanxx for inspiring me. ^^
Reita was sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine. He sighed softly as the guitarist entered the living room from the kitchen with a cup of ice. He claimed a spot next to the other and took a cube out, putting it in his mouth.
The bassist glanced over and smiled a little at him, before focusing back on the magazine. Uruha rested his head on his shoulder and sucked on the ice softly. The other man looked in the corner of his eye, noticing his koi rub the cold square on his slightly colorless lips.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Eating ice,” Uruha innocently answered.
“Why?”
“Because it’s hot. Aren’t you hot too?”
Reita shook his head and replied, “Nope, I feel comfortable.”
“Hmm…maybe it’s just me or you’re making me hot,” he smirked a little while getting a new piece of ice.
“Nani?”
“Nothing,” he laughed lightly, removing his head from the man’s shoulder.
The bassist took the cup of ice, picked up a piece, and put the cup aside. He gently forced Uruha down and pushed his shirt up half way, exposing his stomach. He guided the ice on his skin and left a light trail of water. He leaned down and licked up the trail teasingly, causing the man below to shiver.
“A-akira, what are you doing?” the guitarist laughed a little from the soft touch of his tongue.
“Seeing if you can handle the ice cream later,” he answered with a smirk.