Lets Talk about Sex.... sorta
LET'S TALK ABOUT SEX... sorta
Author : Pooobaihr
Beta:luna_no_koibito
Pairings : Reita x Ruki
Band: the GazettE,
Genre : crack!ish
Rating : R-ish
Warnings: Ruki describing a fanmail letter, cursing
Summary : A fanmail letter causes Ruki to reflect on a thing called 'sex'
Disclaimer : I don't get paid for making up this crap.
Comments : This just came to me while I was working on INTO THE NIGHT. I am still working on that and hope to be done with it soon. Until then, have fun with this!
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Dear Diary...
Well first off, to anyone who finds this diary (mainly you, Reita): yes I am seriously starting this off like I’m a 12-year-old girl. Don’t ask why, it’s none of your business to begin with and I don’t want to hear any shit about anything I write in here. READ AT YOUR OWN DAMN RISK!
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes! Dear Diary, again!
This was supposed to be my ‘Dream Journal’. For some reason, Reita felt I needed one because of all the crazy dreams I have, but I’ve never used it so I figured today would be the best time for it to make its maiden voyage. Hmn.. That’s for boats isn't it? Well in any case, this is my first time writing in this journal, so I’m sure Im going to get side tracked along the way. Maybe when I’m 80, I’ll look back at this and laugh at how crappy my writing is.
So what is it I want to talk about today? Ah! Sex! Now, normally I’m not the kind of person that thinks about sex(surprise!), but what got me thinking about it today was a fanmail letter. Now I know what you’re thinking...er... well what you would be thinking if you were a real person and not a notebook. Most of our fans are very courteous when they send us fanmail. They don’t curse (though I have no problems with that, so long as they’re not overdoing it.), they ask us how our day has been and if our health is good, they send fan art, food & drinks and many other things. Then there are the fans that have nothing better to do but send rude and hateful mail. But skipping over them to the fans that are few and far between: the sex driven fans. There are the pros, who send naked photos and....props??! And then there are the amatuers (also known as virgins). We’re gonna talk about the amatuers.
A letter I got today was from a girl whom described a full blown date with me. Yes, she wrote where I would pick her up, take her to eat, movies and then back to my place for some hot and heavy sex. AND SHE’S 15!! Some of the things she wrote were extremely vivid and it didn’t help that she sent a photo of herself a long with the letter (fully clothed thankfully). Jail bait aside, I don’t understand why some girls think sex is this magical thing that happens between people. Haha, I mean, don’t get me wrong. Reita’s great in bed, but our first time was FAR from perfect. Matter of fact it was horrible! This is what happened.
It was a Saturday night and we had all left the studio for drinks at a bar some blocks away. I knew Reita had a crush on me since we met, but our relationship never moved past friendship. However, that night, the bar was kinda crowded and he sat closer to me than usual. When he would speak to me, his lips were closer to my neck than my ear. If I remember correctly, at one point I felt them brush against my skin and I shivered a bit and he laughed. I knew then that he was going to try and make his move, but of course, me being the type of person that I am, I paid no attention to it. You chase me, I’m not chasing you. Afterwards, he offered to take me home. I reluctantly took the offer.
When we made it to my place, there was an awkward silence for a while. I thought he chickened out, so I got ready for bed while he sat on my couch watching TV. When I finished, he asked to shower. Surprisingly he had a duffel bag with him(more proof he had planned that night), so I didn’t need to hunt for any clothing that could fit him. He went into the bathroom, I sat down on the couch and fell asleep. Later, he woke me up with a kiss to my cheek.
From that point on, it kind of flowed like it would in a movie. We made our way to my room. Kiss here, bite there. Touch here, grope there. It was “perfect”. That is, until we hit the bed. Literally. I mean, the fall was intentional, but me biting my tongue wasn’t. I held back any moans because I didn’t want him to think I was feeling pleasure and not true, blood drawing, pain. Plus I would have ruined the mood and it had been a while since I had had sex anyway, so I channeled those feelings else where. Then he kissed me. His tongue felt so good against mine, so much so that, the pain melted away and I was able to enjoy what was going on.
Unfortunately that enjoyment was short lived. He pulled away from me and took off his shirt, then pushed mine up my chest to so he could kiss along my torso. I arched towards him, making all kinds of tantalizing sounds. I even whimpered/squealed when he bit my nipple. He chuckled like he had at the bar and then raised my shirt over my head. Sometime between my fingers leaving the shirt and his arm coming back, he got off track and instead of his elbow landing on the bed, next to my head, it hit my eye. There was no holding back any cursing then.
He apologized profusely and ran to turn the light on. My eye had already began to puff up then and he freaked out and stormed to the kitchen and got ice. It took about 30 minutes of him saying he was sorry and how much he should be ran over by a truck before he was able to calm down and another 30 minutes before we both were in the mood again and picked up where we left off. That time, no injuries occurred.
Needless to say, that night was probably the worst night of “sex” I ever had. Or I guess I should say foreplay because the absolute WORST night of actual sex was when I twisted my ankle. I’m not even going to explain how that happened because it was embarrassing enough to try and avoid talking about it at work. Since the guys know about he and I, it took a few days to live that down, though the black eye incident is still a running joke between our guitarists; I’ll kill those bastards one day. Thank the cosmos it wasn’t during a time that we were touring or we’d have been in deep shit, because the fans would want to know what happened and I obviously couldn’t tell them, “Yeah my boyfriend felt he was ......” Nevermind.
It’s not a secret that both Reita and I are pretty clumsy, so that could be why many of our encounters end with me accidentally bruised or bleeding. But I’m sure Im not the only person in the world that can’t get his jollies without almost breaking his neck a couple times. I just wish sex could come with a label that says, [WARNING! MAY CAUSE, SPRAINED ANKLES, CHARLIE HORSES, BROKEN NAILS AND DEATH]. But that would be asking for too much wouldn't it? I mean, what better way to end the night, than with a split lip because your lover was going at it so fast, he didn’t realize you had pushed up on your elbows and caught a shoulder to the mouth.
Oh well, I think I’ll end this now. I’ve written way too much and I believe I’ve gotten slightly off topic and started to rant. Maybe? Possibly? I guess my final words should be, sex is overrated, even with the person you love. And no, this doesn’t mean I don’t like having sex with Rei, because I do.....when Im not getting hurt in the process. I guess what I’m saying is, people shouldn’t rush into having sex or shouldn’t want it so badly because it may not happen in the way you would like for it to. It could be the worst experience in your life and you’d end up swearing off ever allowing yourself to have that kind of pleasure (or lack there of) ever again.
Now that I think about it, maybe I should edit this and toss it in my blog. It will do more good there than here. Hmn, I’ll have to think about it later ‘cause Reita’s out of the bathroom now and he’s modeling some new boxers he bought today.
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PS: Never allow Reita to go shopping for you. He’ll come back with some of the most horrendous looking pieces of cloth ever! No Reita, I don’t think your Reptar boxers that say “IM GONNA TAKE A BITE OUTTA U!” are good ‘Get-Ruki-in-the-mood’ apparel .
A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope this was even a bit entertaining. Like I've said, Im having a bit of trouble with the rest of the other fic, but don't worry it wont take that long to finish it. I may have a piece to put up in a couple days since I am finished with that part. Anyways. :D Thanks again!
Author : Pooobaihr
Beta:luna_no_koibito
Pairings : Reita x Ruki
Band: the GazettE,
Genre : crack!ish
Rating : R-ish
Warnings: Ruki describing a fanmail letter, cursing
Summary : A fanmail letter causes Ruki to reflect on a thing called 'sex'
Disclaimer : I don't get paid for making up this crap.
Comments : This just came to me while I was working on INTO THE NIGHT. I am still working on that and hope to be done with it soon. Until then, have fun with this!
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Dear Diary...
Well first off, to anyone who finds this diary (mainly you, Reita): yes I am seriously starting this off like I’m a 12-year-old girl. Don’t ask why, it’s none of your business to begin with and I don’t want to hear any shit about anything I write in here. READ AT YOUR OWN DAMN RISK!
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes! Dear Diary, again!
This was supposed to be my ‘Dream Journal’. For some reason, Reita felt I needed one because of all the crazy dreams I have, but I’ve never used it so I figured today would be the best time for it to make its maiden voyage. Hmn.. That’s for boats isn't it? Well in any case, this is my first time writing in this journal, so I’m sure Im going to get side tracked along the way. Maybe when I’m 80, I’ll look back at this and laugh at how crappy my writing is.
So what is it I want to talk about today? Ah! Sex! Now, normally I’m not the kind of person that thinks about sex(surprise!), but what got me thinking about it today was a fanmail letter. Now I know what you’re thinking...er... well what you would be thinking if you were a real person and not a notebook. Most of our fans are very courteous when they send us fanmail. They don’t curse (though I have no problems with that, so long as they’re not overdoing it.), they ask us how our day has been and if our health is good, they send fan art, food & drinks and many other things. Then there are the fans that have nothing better to do but send rude and hateful mail. But skipping over them to the fans that are few and far between: the sex driven fans. There are the pros, who send naked photos and....props??! And then there are the amatuers (also known as virgins). We’re gonna talk about the amatuers.
A letter I got today was from a girl whom described a full blown date with me. Yes, she wrote where I would pick her up, take her to eat, movies and then back to my place for some hot and heavy sex. AND SHE’S 15!! Some of the things she wrote were extremely vivid and it didn’t help that she sent a photo of herself a long with the letter (fully clothed thankfully). Jail bait aside, I don’t understand why some girls think sex is this magical thing that happens between people. Haha, I mean, don’t get me wrong. Reita’s great in bed, but our first time was FAR from perfect. Matter of fact it was horrible! This is what happened.
It was a Saturday night and we had all left the studio for drinks at a bar some blocks away. I knew Reita had a crush on me since we met, but our relationship never moved past friendship. However, that night, the bar was kinda crowded and he sat closer to me than usual. When he would speak to me, his lips were closer to my neck than my ear. If I remember correctly, at one point I felt them brush against my skin and I shivered a bit and he laughed. I knew then that he was going to try and make his move, but of course, me being the type of person that I am, I paid no attention to it. You chase me, I’m not chasing you. Afterwards, he offered to take me home. I reluctantly took the offer.
When we made it to my place, there was an awkward silence for a while. I thought he chickened out, so I got ready for bed while he sat on my couch watching TV. When I finished, he asked to shower. Surprisingly he had a duffel bag with him(more proof he had planned that night), so I didn’t need to hunt for any clothing that could fit him. He went into the bathroom, I sat down on the couch and fell asleep. Later, he woke me up with a kiss to my cheek.
From that point on, it kind of flowed like it would in a movie. We made our way to my room. Kiss here, bite there. Touch here, grope there. It was “perfect”. That is, until we hit the bed. Literally. I mean, the fall was intentional, but me biting my tongue wasn’t. I held back any moans because I didn’t want him to think I was feeling pleasure and not true, blood drawing, pain. Plus I would have ruined the mood and it had been a while since I had had sex anyway, so I channeled those feelings else where. Then he kissed me. His tongue felt so good against mine, so much so that, the pain melted away and I was able to enjoy what was going on.
Unfortunately that enjoyment was short lived. He pulled away from me and took off his shirt, then pushed mine up my chest to so he could kiss along my torso. I arched towards him, making all kinds of tantalizing sounds. I even whimpered/squealed when he bit my nipple. He chuckled like he had at the bar and then raised my shirt over my head. Sometime between my fingers leaving the shirt and his arm coming back, he got off track and instead of his elbow landing on the bed, next to my head, it hit my eye. There was no holding back any cursing then.
He apologized profusely and ran to turn the light on. My eye had already began to puff up then and he freaked out and stormed to the kitchen and got ice. It took about 30 minutes of him saying he was sorry and how much he should be ran over by a truck before he was able to calm down and another 30 minutes before we both were in the mood again and picked up where we left off. That time, no injuries occurred.
Needless to say, that night was probably the worst night of “sex” I ever had. Or I guess I should say foreplay because the absolute WORST night of actual sex was when I twisted my ankle. I’m not even going to explain how that happened because it was embarrassing enough to try and avoid talking about it at work. Since the guys know about he and I, it took a few days to live that down, though the black eye incident is still a running joke between our guitarists; I’ll kill those bastards one day. Thank the cosmos it wasn’t during a time that we were touring or we’d have been in deep shit, because the fans would want to know what happened and I obviously couldn’t tell them, “Yeah my boyfriend felt he was ......” Nevermind.
It’s not a secret that both Reita and I are pretty clumsy, so that could be why many of our encounters end with me accidentally bruised or bleeding. But I’m sure Im not the only person in the world that can’t get his jollies without almost breaking his neck a couple times. I just wish sex could come with a label that says, [WARNING! MAY CAUSE, SPRAINED ANKLES, CHARLIE HORSES, BROKEN NAILS AND DEATH]. But that would be asking for too much wouldn't it? I mean, what better way to end the night, than with a split lip because your lover was going at it so fast, he didn’t realize you had pushed up on your elbows and caught a shoulder to the mouth.
Oh well, I think I’ll end this now. I’ve written way too much and I believe I’ve gotten slightly off topic and started to rant. Maybe? Possibly? I guess my final words should be, sex is overrated, even with the person you love. And no, this doesn’t mean I don’t like having sex with Rei, because I do.....when Im not getting hurt in the process. I guess what I’m saying is, people shouldn’t rush into having sex or shouldn’t want it so badly because it may not happen in the way you would like for it to. It could be the worst experience in your life and you’d end up swearing off ever allowing yourself to have that kind of pleasure (or lack there of) ever again.
Now that I think about it, maybe I should edit this and toss it in my blog. It will do more good there than here. Hmn, I’ll have to think about it later ‘cause Reita’s out of the bathroom now and he’s modeling some new boxers he bought today.
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PS: Never allow Reita to go shopping for you. He’ll come back with some of the most horrendous looking pieces of cloth ever! No Reita, I don’t think your Reptar boxers that say “IM GONNA TAKE A BITE OUTTA U!” are good ‘Get-Ruki-in-the-mood’ apparel .
A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope this was even a bit entertaining. Like I've said, Im having a bit of trouble with the rest of the other fic, but don't worry it wont take that long to finish it. I may have a piece to put up in a couple days since I am finished with that part. Anyways. :D Thanks again!