BFF
Chapter: one-shot
Pairing: Reita x Uruha
Bands: the GazettE
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Uruha attempts to help Reita with his relationship problem.
Author's Notes: This was also based off a rp I did with the lovely xxpocky_chanxx.
Reita pulled his legs up and cried softly, trying to forget the pain that occurred earlier that day. He grabbed his pillow from his bed, stuck it between his head and knees, and buried his face in it. He cried a bit harder and faintly heard at knock on the door.
The became harder and the bassist lifted his head a little, yelling, “Go away!”
“Akira~ Let me in…just for a minute,” the voice requested on the other end of the door.
Reita groaned sofly, slammed the pillow back in its place, and walked toward the door, wiping his eyes. He opened the door and said, “I don’t feel like talking right now, Kouyou.”
“Come on~ I’m your best friend. At least let me try to help. It’s better to talk things out than bottle it all up, plus it’ll affect your performance later,” the guitarist suggested.
Reita sighed and opened the door for the other, stepping aside. The other man entered and the bassist returned to his spot on the bed, curled up with his pillow. He sniffed a bit and heard the light sound of ice cubes hitting glass. He looked up and accepted the glass, murmuring, “Thanks.”
Uruha sat on the edge of the bed and asked, “So, what happened? You weren’t acting like yourself at lunch today?”
He glanced down at the pillow and sipped at the alcohol.
“Did you see her again?” the guitarist asked softly.
“She doesn’t want me the way I want her,” he said sadly.
“What happened?” Uruha asked curiously, taking a sip.
“She took control today and I like it a lot, but when I told her that I wanted more, she…she laughed at me,” he sniffed a bit and downed his drink, putting the empty glass aside.
Uruha sighed, put his glass next to Reita’s, and wrapped his arms around the bassist. “You don’t need her, Akira. You can do so much better than her,” he said softly, squeezing him lightly.
“But its been a while since I felt this way about a woman, Kouyou,” Reita admitted.
“You need to forget her. I’ll help you more on that and find a better a woman,” he promised with a soft smile.
Reita smiled a bit and hugged the guitarist again, then pulled away and said, “Another drink~”
Uruha laughed, took their glasses to the bar, and poured some alcohol for both of them. He brought it over and sat next to Reita, before saying, “Kampai!” He took a long sip with his band mate and grinned
“Mm…very refreshing,” the bassist commented, licking his lips.
“So, what kind of girl do you want me to look for?” Uruha asked curiously.
“Hm…a nice chest, pretty face, and amazing curves,” he chuckled.
“Should’ve known~ You want a naughty girl too, right?”
“She has to have that innocent look too,” Reita added, taking a sip.
“Like this…” Uruha put the glass aside and gave his friend a sweet, cutesy face, then smirked a little at him and playfully pounced on Reita.
The bassist laughed and spilled some of his drink on his shirt. He glanced down, put his glass next to the blonde’s, and pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the floor.
“Sorry about that, Akira,” Uruha said with a little pout.
“It’s fine,” he laughed a bit, hugging the other lightly.
Uruha pushed himself up and accidentally touched the bassist’s half hard on, blushing a little. He reached over for his glass and downed the remaining alcohol. He glanced over at Reita, bit his lip, and moved off him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, raising a brow.
“Just wondering if all this talk about your dream woman is too much of an exciting topic for you,” he teased a little.
“Oh! A little or the alcohol is relaxing me too much,” Reita smiled a bit and admitted softly, “I still kinda miss her.”
“Akira…”
“Hm?”
Uruha put his hand on his band mate’s face gently and said softly, “You have to let go eventually.” He leaned over and kissed the other slowly. The bassist slowly relaxed and kissed him back, prodding Uruha’s lips with his tongue.
The guitarist separated his lips and led the other’s tongue in his mouth, sliding his hand down the other’s bare chest. He lied down on the bed and kept their lips attached. He felt down his torso and began undoing Reita’s pants.
“Kouyou,” Reita said softly between their lips.
“Y’know I know you can’t function that well with that kind of distraction,” he teased a little and groped Reita playfully.
The bassist groaned a bit and swatted at the other’s hand. He sat up some and tried to fix his pants until Uruha stopped him. He looked down at him and blinked a bit.
“Just think of it as moving on. I’m only trying to help,” Uruha tried to convince with a light purr.
Reita sighed and moved off his friend completely, then grabbed his glass and lipped on the remaining alcohol. His band mate shifted on the bed, moved behind Reita, and started massaging his shoulders. The bassist made a pleasant sound and tilted his head back some, enjoying the treatment.
“I’m sorry I even suggested that,” Uruha said softly, pressing his thumbs into his skin.
“But you are right. I need to stop thinking about her and how good she made me feel,” he sighed, then gasped at the feeling of Uruha’s hand on him.
The blonde slid his hand down Reita’s body and down his pants, stroking him slowly. He nibbled on the other’s ear and pumped the bassist’s erection more, enjoying the pleasurable sounds he was making.
“Did she make you feel this good?” Uruha whispered.
“Mmm…not even close,” he murmured, turning his head to kiss the guitarist.
Reita moved back on top of Uruha and gradually deepened the kiss. He pulled away, quickly tugged down Uruha’s pants, and felt a little pull down below.
Uruha tugged his band mate down and moaned softly in his mouth as he felt the other intrude his body. He eagerly pushed into him and followed the bassist’s rhythm. He wrestled his tongue and moaned a little louder as their bodies collided, holding Reita close to his body.
Uruha reached down and began stroking himself while the bassist thrusted quickly. He tossed his head back and moaned out Reita’s name, releasing into his hand suddenly. With a few more thrusts into his body, he felt the bassist fill him and slowed his hips down.
They breathed softly and Reita moved off the blonde. “I’m…sprry about…that,” he panted a bit.
“It’s fine. Do you feel a little better?” Uruha asked softly.
Reita nodded some and helped his band mate with his clothes, then zipped up his pants. He helped Uruha up and smiled a bit. “Thanks for making me feel better.”
Uruha got up and messed with his hair some. “No problem. Tha’ts what best friends are for,” he simply said, walking with Reita to the door.
He kissed Reita softly and said, “You know where my room is if you need anything.”
Reita nodded and kissed back. “See you tomorrow.”
The guitarist smiled and walked out Reita’s hotel room.
Pairing: Reita x Uruha
Bands: the GazettE
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Uruha attempts to help Reita with his relationship problem.
Author's Notes: This was also based off a rp I did with the lovely xxpocky_chanxx.
Reita pulled his legs up and cried softly, trying to forget the pain that occurred earlier that day. He grabbed his pillow from his bed, stuck it between his head and knees, and buried his face in it. He cried a bit harder and faintly heard at knock on the door.
The became harder and the bassist lifted his head a little, yelling, “Go away!”
“Akira~ Let me in…just for a minute,” the voice requested on the other end of the door.
Reita groaned sofly, slammed the pillow back in its place, and walked toward the door, wiping his eyes. He opened the door and said, “I don’t feel like talking right now, Kouyou.”
“Come on~ I’m your best friend. At least let me try to help. It’s better to talk things out than bottle it all up, plus it’ll affect your performance later,” the guitarist suggested.
Reita sighed and opened the door for the other, stepping aside. The other man entered and the bassist returned to his spot on the bed, curled up with his pillow. He sniffed a bit and heard the light sound of ice cubes hitting glass. He looked up and accepted the glass, murmuring, “Thanks.”
Uruha sat on the edge of the bed and asked, “So, what happened? You weren’t acting like yourself at lunch today?”
He glanced down at the pillow and sipped at the alcohol.
“Did you see her again?” the guitarist asked softly.
“She doesn’t want me the way I want her,” he said sadly.
“What happened?” Uruha asked curiously, taking a sip.
“She took control today and I like it a lot, but when I told her that I wanted more, she…she laughed at me,” he sniffed a bit and downed his drink, putting the empty glass aside.
Uruha sighed, put his glass next to Reita’s, and wrapped his arms around the bassist. “You don’t need her, Akira. You can do so much better than her,” he said softly, squeezing him lightly.
“But its been a while since I felt this way about a woman, Kouyou,” Reita admitted.
“You need to forget her. I’ll help you more on that and find a better a woman,” he promised with a soft smile.
Reita smiled a bit and hugged the guitarist again, then pulled away and said, “Another drink~”
Uruha laughed, took their glasses to the bar, and poured some alcohol for both of them. He brought it over and sat next to Reita, before saying, “Kampai!” He took a long sip with his band mate and grinned
“Mm…very refreshing,” the bassist commented, licking his lips.
“So, what kind of girl do you want me to look for?” Uruha asked curiously.
“Hm…a nice chest, pretty face, and amazing curves,” he chuckled.
“Should’ve known~ You want a naughty girl too, right?”
“She has to have that innocent look too,” Reita added, taking a sip.
“Like this…” Uruha put the glass aside and gave his friend a sweet, cutesy face, then smirked a little at him and playfully pounced on Reita.
The bassist laughed and spilled some of his drink on his shirt. He glanced down, put his glass next to the blonde’s, and pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the floor.
“Sorry about that, Akira,” Uruha said with a little pout.
“It’s fine,” he laughed a bit, hugging the other lightly.
Uruha pushed himself up and accidentally touched the bassist’s half hard on, blushing a little. He reached over for his glass and downed the remaining alcohol. He glanced over at Reita, bit his lip, and moved off him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, raising a brow.
“Just wondering if all this talk about your dream woman is too much of an exciting topic for you,” he teased a little.
“Oh! A little or the alcohol is relaxing me too much,” Reita smiled a bit and admitted softly, “I still kinda miss her.”
“Akira…”
“Hm?”
Uruha put his hand on his band mate’s face gently and said softly, “You have to let go eventually.” He leaned over and kissed the other slowly. The bassist slowly relaxed and kissed him back, prodding Uruha’s lips with his tongue.
The guitarist separated his lips and led the other’s tongue in his mouth, sliding his hand down the other’s bare chest. He lied down on the bed and kept their lips attached. He felt down his torso and began undoing Reita’s pants.
“Kouyou,” Reita said softly between their lips.
“Y’know I know you can’t function that well with that kind of distraction,” he teased a little and groped Reita playfully.
The bassist groaned a bit and swatted at the other’s hand. He sat up some and tried to fix his pants until Uruha stopped him. He looked down at him and blinked a bit.
“Just think of it as moving on. I’m only trying to help,” Uruha tried to convince with a light purr.
Reita sighed and moved off his friend completely, then grabbed his glass and lipped on the remaining alcohol. His band mate shifted on the bed, moved behind Reita, and started massaging his shoulders. The bassist made a pleasant sound and tilted his head back some, enjoying the treatment.
“I’m sorry I even suggested that,” Uruha said softly, pressing his thumbs into his skin.
“But you are right. I need to stop thinking about her and how good she made me feel,” he sighed, then gasped at the feeling of Uruha’s hand on him.
The blonde slid his hand down Reita’s body and down his pants, stroking him slowly. He nibbled on the other’s ear and pumped the bassist’s erection more, enjoying the pleasurable sounds he was making.
“Did she make you feel this good?” Uruha whispered.
“Mmm…not even close,” he murmured, turning his head to kiss the guitarist.
Reita moved back on top of Uruha and gradually deepened the kiss. He pulled away, quickly tugged down Uruha’s pants, and felt a little pull down below.
Uruha tugged his band mate down and moaned softly in his mouth as he felt the other intrude his body. He eagerly pushed into him and followed the bassist’s rhythm. He wrestled his tongue and moaned a little louder as their bodies collided, holding Reita close to his body.
Uruha reached down and began stroking himself while the bassist thrusted quickly. He tossed his head back and moaned out Reita’s name, releasing into his hand suddenly. With a few more thrusts into his body, he felt the bassist fill him and slowed his hips down.
They breathed softly and Reita moved off the blonde. “I’m…sprry about…that,” he panted a bit.
“It’s fine. Do you feel a little better?” Uruha asked softly.
Reita nodded some and helped his band mate with his clothes, then zipped up his pants. He helped Uruha up and smiled a bit. “Thanks for making me feel better.”
Uruha got up and messed with his hair some. “No problem. Tha’ts what best friends are for,” he simply said, walking with Reita to the door.
He kissed Reita softly and said, “You know where my room is if you need anything.”
Reita nodded and kissed back. “See you tomorrow.”
The guitarist smiled and walked out Reita’s hotel room.