Building and Burning [Chapter Seven: And The Talking Leads To Touching...]
Title// Building and Burning [Chapter Seven: And The Talking Leads To Touching...]
Author// swn_2gthr_wrng
Pairing// Ryuusuke/Taira
Rating// Keepin' it PG-13 yo!
Chapter One (includes summary)
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Well…that was painful.” Taira told him when they were safely inside his van. Ryuusuke exhaled deeply and ran a hand through his hair looking shockingly apologetic.
“I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”
Taira snorted as he started driving. “Yeah well that’s the last domestic thing I’m ever doing with you. Ever.”
“Even marriage?” The words tumbled right out of Ryuusuke’s mouth before he could stop them. Taira gave Ryuusuke an incredulous look like Ryuusuke had just suggested…well, like he had just suggested marriage. This confirmed a rising fear. Not the statement itself but…
“Ray, I think maybe we’re moving too fast.” Taira admitted slowly, eyes watching the road intently, not wanting to see the expression on his lover’s face. He’d been thinking about this since Ryuusuke’s stunt at the beginning of their visit. The atmosphere in the van changed instantaneously.
“Maybe…” Ryuusuke’s voice was distant.
Taira risked a glance over at the black haired young man and saw Ryuusuke was propping his head against the window besides him. His eyes were fixated on something in the distance as a slight frown creased his brow. Taira found himself frowning too as he looked back to the street, trying to think of a way to explain all the jumbled up feelings inside him that gave him and uncomfortable sense of restlessness and malcontent. They spent the rest of the drive in the now settled silence, as rain started to fall from the starless night sky. When Taira pulled into the driveway and stopped the van, neither of them made any attempt to move. After a couple moments of stifling silence, Taira turned off the engine, which he immediately regretted. The silence grew even more suffocating without the purr of the engine.
“I just think…maybe we should…” Taira faltered, gnawing on his lower lip. He tried again. “I’m just…kinda scared,” Taira finally managed to get out. “I’ve never been in something this deep.” He looked at Ryuusuke, dark brown eyes begging him to understand.
The guitarist looked down at his lap as he answered, “Me neither,” quietly.
“So what do we do?” Taira asked, genuinely confused. He felt so lost.
“Maybe we just need to spend some time apart,” Ryuusuke suggested, sounding just as unsure as the bleach blonde did. Movement was caught by his peripheral vision. He looked up from the dashboard at Taira, who was shifting out of his seat towards Ryuusuke. The bassist swung his leg carefully over his bandmate’s lap and settled himself there, gripping the thin fabric of Ryuusuke’s t-shirt and ducking his head into the crook of the guitarist’s neck. Ryuusuke responded by placing his hands on Taira’s back, running his hands up and down the platinum blonde’s back, the friction slightly lifting Taira’s shirt.
“That’s just it. I don’t want to spend time apart. I don’t want these feelings to go away and I don’t…” Taira cleared his throat before continuing, “I don’t want this to end.”
“Who’s to say it has to?” Ryuusuke told him in a soft yet reassuring tone. He turned his head so that his breath was lightly hitting the side of Taira’s neck and began laying slow kisses down it.
“I love you so much I don’t know what to do,” Ryuusuke admitted against the tanned flesh of Taira’s neck. “That’s what scares me.” Taira pulled away slightly to examine Ryuusuke’s face, confusion written all over his own.
“What? What do you mean?”
“That I’ll mess up and you won’t love me anymore.” The ebony haired guitarist really was putting his inner-self on display tonight. Something resembling a grin danced along Taira’s lips. Ryuusuke felt the grin, just as he felt his lover’s tongue invade his partially open mouth. Just as he felt the blond on top of him give a little gasp as he ran his calloused fingertips up Taira’s warm bare back underneath his t-shirt. Ryuusuke left Taira’s mouth to trail lavish kisses down his neck. The blonde tilted his head back to open himself up to the attack and slide his hands up Ryuusuke’s chest to reside on the guitarist’s shoulders. He couldn’t hold back a shudder as Ryuusuke nipped at one of his personal weak spots, below his ear.
“Fuck, Ray. Why don’t you just rape me?” He smirked, obviously referencing Kurt Cobain. Ryuusuke moved to take off Taira’s shirt and the bleach blonde aided him by lifting his arms. Ryuusuke threw the black t-shirt into one of the back seats. The lead guitarist of Beck took to marking the newly revealed territory that was Taira’s bare chest.
“It’s not rape if you’re willing,” Ryuusuke told him, flicking one of Taira’s nipples with the tip of his tongue before latching on to it with his mouth. Taira released a breathy moan, his thoughts fading from his mind as he was overcome by the sensations his bandmate was incurring. He’d always found it difficult to form any intelligent remarks while engaging in such intimate activities.
Nevertheless, when Ryuusuke removed his mouth from Taira’s flesh, the bassist took advantage of the reprieve and replied to Ryuusuke’s comment with, “I am willing,” in a resigned tone that suggested he was almost disappointed in himself, if not for the fact that there was a devious grin on his face. Ryuusuke noticed, perhaps for the first time, that having sex with Taira relieved a dull ache inside his chest that was associated with the fact that he was in a love deeper than he’d ever been in before. Ryuusuke’s attention turned back to Taira, who looked like he was trying to remove the guitarist’s shirt and unbuckle his belt at the same time. He struggled with this for a moment before reaching the conclusion that it was nearly impossible. The blonde moved back instinctively, still working on Ryuusuke’s belt as Ryuusuke removed his own brown t-shirt. As soon as both objectives had been completed, Taira placed his hands on each side of Ryuusuke’s face, guiding him into a passionate kiss as he pressed up against him. Ryuusuke’s hands slid slowly down Taira’s chest, his deft fingers tugging at Taira’s loose worn jeans. Once he had undone the bassist’s studded belt, he was able to slip the jeans off Taira’s narrow hips. The jeans ceased to drop at mid-thigh.
Taira broke the kiss to laugh. “This,” he told a slightly dejected looking Ryuusuke, “Is probably why I haven’t had sex in my van yet.”
“Well we are in the front seat,” Ryuusuke reasoned, “Wanna move to the back?”
Taira’s already slightly flushed features took on a pensive expression. He looked around at his surrounding. The van that Beck used to get from A to B was already a pretty confined space, but the fact that they were so openly visible (even though it was dark and raining outside) was exhilarating for Taira. He looked back at his lover, who was eyeing him curiously. The blonde flashed a mischievous grin as he ground his hips into Ryuusuke’s.
“Nah I’d rather stay here.” He planted a row of kisses along the jaw line of Beck’s lead guitarist and repeated his previous action before mentioning, “doesn’t it kinda turn you on that we’re in the front seat where anyone could see us?” The tone of Taira’s voice was almost a whisper and it was so unbelievably sexy that Ryuusuke could only release a shaky breath in response. Taira laughed a little and then recommenced kissing Ryuusuke, slowly moving down to his collarbone. Ryuusuke arched up in response.
Quite suddenly, the back door of the van opened and Chiba’s voice barked, “-should really lock this thing if we keep all of our equipment in it half the time.”
Both Taira and Ryuusuke froze. Saku’s voice cut through the air, “Don’t worry about it Chiba. They’re probably just in the house.” The van lurched as Chiba (as it was undoubtedly him) climbed into the van to retrieve Saku’s drum kit.
And that’s when Taira knew they were screwed.
“What’s up Chiba?” Taira poked his head out proactively to see his curly haired friend staring at him shocked.
“Sweet Christ on a stick! I didn’t see-” Words stopped tumbling out although Chiba’s mouth stayed open, gaping like one of the elusive fish in the fishing pond. Taira swore the click in the rapper’s brain was audible. He threw a sheepish grin Saku’s direction who (as Taira belatedly realized) had the same dumbfounded look on his face. It was kind of like a ‘yeah we believed you but now we definitely do’. Taira felt his already flushed face go even redder. He spotted his t-shirt beside Chiba’s foot and decided it was probably his best way out.
“Er, Chiba, can you pass me my shirt? It’s right by your foot…” Chiba blinked, then bent over in his already crouched position to pick up the shirt. He warily moved forward to hand it to Taira, Ryuusuke finally coming into view.
“Sorry for walking in on you guys… I didn’t-”
“It’s fine, Chiba, can you just let us get dressed now?” Ryuusuke asked rather coldly; the comment forced Taira to notice that Chiba had noticed that Ryuusuke was in the middle of removing Taira’s pants. To think that one of his best friends had found out he bottomed this way was embarrassing, so he focused on turning his shirt right side out. The sound the back doors on the van made when closed seemed to echo in Taira’s mind. Before he put on his t-shirt, Ryuusuke kissed his shoulder, causing the blonde to look up at him with chocolate brown eyes.
“I’m sorry.” Taira told him, distractedly. Whatever Ryuusuke was going to say out of humiliation (which he probably would’ve regretted later) dissipated when he saw the expression on Taira’s face.
“Don’t worry about it babe,” Ryuusuke said in an attempt to be comforting. “It’s not like they didn’t know…” the guitarist trailed off as Taira opened the driver’s door and hopped out and off of his lap, hiking up his pants as he did so.
“C’mon. They deserve an explanation.” The platinum blonde answered, smoothing out his shirt and walking over to the fishing hut.
“It was kinda surreal to catch them in the act like that,” Saku admitted to Chiba as they sat in the fishing hut, waiting for Taira and Ryuusuke. As they sat waiting however, the phone began to ring. Saku and Chiba looked at each other.
“Who the hell calls at 11:30 at night?” Chiba exclaimed, crawling over to where the phone took residence on the floor in curiosity.
“Hello?” Chiba asked into the receiver.
“Hey, is Ray there?” A male voice said on the other end in English. Chiba blinked in confusion. Chiba tried his best to answer.
“Uh, Ray? Yes er, just a second,” covering the receiver with his hand, he told Saku, “It’s some English-speaking guy! I hardly understand a word he’s saying!”
Luckily Taira entered the room, shortly accompanied by Ryuusuke.
“Ryuusuke! There’s some English-speaking dude on the phone! Help!”
Ryuusuke crossed the floor to where Chiba was panicking. The rapper gladly relinquished the phone.
“Hello? It’s Ray.” Ryuusuke spoke into the phone in fluent English.
“Ray? Man, it’s Eddie! Long time no see huh?”
Author// swn_2gthr_wrng
Pairing// Ryuusuke/Taira
Rating// Keepin' it PG-13 yo!
Chapter One (includes summary)
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Well…that was painful.” Taira told him when they were safely inside his van. Ryuusuke exhaled deeply and ran a hand through his hair looking shockingly apologetic.
“I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”
Taira snorted as he started driving. “Yeah well that’s the last domestic thing I’m ever doing with you. Ever.”
“Even marriage?” The words tumbled right out of Ryuusuke’s mouth before he could stop them. Taira gave Ryuusuke an incredulous look like Ryuusuke had just suggested…well, like he had just suggested marriage. This confirmed a rising fear. Not the statement itself but…
“Ray, I think maybe we’re moving too fast.” Taira admitted slowly, eyes watching the road intently, not wanting to see the expression on his lover’s face. He’d been thinking about this since Ryuusuke’s stunt at the beginning of their visit. The atmosphere in the van changed instantaneously.
“Maybe…” Ryuusuke’s voice was distant.
Taira risked a glance over at the black haired young man and saw Ryuusuke was propping his head against the window besides him. His eyes were fixated on something in the distance as a slight frown creased his brow. Taira found himself frowning too as he looked back to the street, trying to think of a way to explain all the jumbled up feelings inside him that gave him and uncomfortable sense of restlessness and malcontent. They spent the rest of the drive in the now settled silence, as rain started to fall from the starless night sky. When Taira pulled into the driveway and stopped the van, neither of them made any attempt to move. After a couple moments of stifling silence, Taira turned off the engine, which he immediately regretted. The silence grew even more suffocating without the purr of the engine.
“I just think…maybe we should…” Taira faltered, gnawing on his lower lip. He tried again. “I’m just…kinda scared,” Taira finally managed to get out. “I’ve never been in something this deep.” He looked at Ryuusuke, dark brown eyes begging him to understand.
The guitarist looked down at his lap as he answered, “Me neither,” quietly.
“So what do we do?” Taira asked, genuinely confused. He felt so lost.
“Maybe we just need to spend some time apart,” Ryuusuke suggested, sounding just as unsure as the bleach blonde did. Movement was caught by his peripheral vision. He looked up from the dashboard at Taira, who was shifting out of his seat towards Ryuusuke. The bassist swung his leg carefully over his bandmate’s lap and settled himself there, gripping the thin fabric of Ryuusuke’s t-shirt and ducking his head into the crook of the guitarist’s neck. Ryuusuke responded by placing his hands on Taira’s back, running his hands up and down the platinum blonde’s back, the friction slightly lifting Taira’s shirt.
“That’s just it. I don’t want to spend time apart. I don’t want these feelings to go away and I don’t…” Taira cleared his throat before continuing, “I don’t want this to end.”
“Who’s to say it has to?” Ryuusuke told him in a soft yet reassuring tone. He turned his head so that his breath was lightly hitting the side of Taira’s neck and began laying slow kisses down it.
“I love you so much I don’t know what to do,” Ryuusuke admitted against the tanned flesh of Taira’s neck. “That’s what scares me.” Taira pulled away slightly to examine Ryuusuke’s face, confusion written all over his own.
“What? What do you mean?”
“That I’ll mess up and you won’t love me anymore.” The ebony haired guitarist really was putting his inner-self on display tonight. Something resembling a grin danced along Taira’s lips. Ryuusuke felt the grin, just as he felt his lover’s tongue invade his partially open mouth. Just as he felt the blond on top of him give a little gasp as he ran his calloused fingertips up Taira’s warm bare back underneath his t-shirt. Ryuusuke left Taira’s mouth to trail lavish kisses down his neck. The blonde tilted his head back to open himself up to the attack and slide his hands up Ryuusuke’s chest to reside on the guitarist’s shoulders. He couldn’t hold back a shudder as Ryuusuke nipped at one of his personal weak spots, below his ear.
“Fuck, Ray. Why don’t you just rape me?” He smirked, obviously referencing Kurt Cobain. Ryuusuke moved to take off Taira’s shirt and the bleach blonde aided him by lifting his arms. Ryuusuke threw the black t-shirt into one of the back seats. The lead guitarist of Beck took to marking the newly revealed territory that was Taira’s bare chest.
“It’s not rape if you’re willing,” Ryuusuke told him, flicking one of Taira’s nipples with the tip of his tongue before latching on to it with his mouth. Taira released a breathy moan, his thoughts fading from his mind as he was overcome by the sensations his bandmate was incurring. He’d always found it difficult to form any intelligent remarks while engaging in such intimate activities.
Nevertheless, when Ryuusuke removed his mouth from Taira’s flesh, the bassist took advantage of the reprieve and replied to Ryuusuke’s comment with, “I am willing,” in a resigned tone that suggested he was almost disappointed in himself, if not for the fact that there was a devious grin on his face. Ryuusuke noticed, perhaps for the first time, that having sex with Taira relieved a dull ache inside his chest that was associated with the fact that he was in a love deeper than he’d ever been in before. Ryuusuke’s attention turned back to Taira, who looked like he was trying to remove the guitarist’s shirt and unbuckle his belt at the same time. He struggled with this for a moment before reaching the conclusion that it was nearly impossible. The blonde moved back instinctively, still working on Ryuusuke’s belt as Ryuusuke removed his own brown t-shirt. As soon as both objectives had been completed, Taira placed his hands on each side of Ryuusuke’s face, guiding him into a passionate kiss as he pressed up against him. Ryuusuke’s hands slid slowly down Taira’s chest, his deft fingers tugging at Taira’s loose worn jeans. Once he had undone the bassist’s studded belt, he was able to slip the jeans off Taira’s narrow hips. The jeans ceased to drop at mid-thigh.
Taira broke the kiss to laugh. “This,” he told a slightly dejected looking Ryuusuke, “Is probably why I haven’t had sex in my van yet.”
“Well we are in the front seat,” Ryuusuke reasoned, “Wanna move to the back?”
Taira’s already slightly flushed features took on a pensive expression. He looked around at his surrounding. The van that Beck used to get from A to B was already a pretty confined space, but the fact that they were so openly visible (even though it was dark and raining outside) was exhilarating for Taira. He looked back at his lover, who was eyeing him curiously. The blonde flashed a mischievous grin as he ground his hips into Ryuusuke’s.
“Nah I’d rather stay here.” He planted a row of kisses along the jaw line of Beck’s lead guitarist and repeated his previous action before mentioning, “doesn’t it kinda turn you on that we’re in the front seat where anyone could see us?” The tone of Taira’s voice was almost a whisper and it was so unbelievably sexy that Ryuusuke could only release a shaky breath in response. Taira laughed a little and then recommenced kissing Ryuusuke, slowly moving down to his collarbone. Ryuusuke arched up in response.
Quite suddenly, the back door of the van opened and Chiba’s voice barked, “-should really lock this thing if we keep all of our equipment in it half the time.”
Both Taira and Ryuusuke froze. Saku’s voice cut through the air, “Don’t worry about it Chiba. They’re probably just in the house.” The van lurched as Chiba (as it was undoubtedly him) climbed into the van to retrieve Saku’s drum kit.
And that’s when Taira knew they were screwed.
“What’s up Chiba?” Taira poked his head out proactively to see his curly haired friend staring at him shocked.
“Sweet Christ on a stick! I didn’t see-” Words stopped tumbling out although Chiba’s mouth stayed open, gaping like one of the elusive fish in the fishing pond. Taira swore the click in the rapper’s brain was audible. He threw a sheepish grin Saku’s direction who (as Taira belatedly realized) had the same dumbfounded look on his face. It was kind of like a ‘yeah we believed you but now we definitely do’. Taira felt his already flushed face go even redder. He spotted his t-shirt beside Chiba’s foot and decided it was probably his best way out.
“Er, Chiba, can you pass me my shirt? It’s right by your foot…” Chiba blinked, then bent over in his already crouched position to pick up the shirt. He warily moved forward to hand it to Taira, Ryuusuke finally coming into view.
“Sorry for walking in on you guys… I didn’t-”
“It’s fine, Chiba, can you just let us get dressed now?” Ryuusuke asked rather coldly; the comment forced Taira to notice that Chiba had noticed that Ryuusuke was in the middle of removing Taira’s pants. To think that one of his best friends had found out he bottomed this way was embarrassing, so he focused on turning his shirt right side out. The sound the back doors on the van made when closed seemed to echo in Taira’s mind. Before he put on his t-shirt, Ryuusuke kissed his shoulder, causing the blonde to look up at him with chocolate brown eyes.
“I’m sorry.” Taira told him, distractedly. Whatever Ryuusuke was going to say out of humiliation (which he probably would’ve regretted later) dissipated when he saw the expression on Taira’s face.
“Don’t worry about it babe,” Ryuusuke said in an attempt to be comforting. “It’s not like they didn’t know…” the guitarist trailed off as Taira opened the driver’s door and hopped out and off of his lap, hiking up his pants as he did so.
“C’mon. They deserve an explanation.” The platinum blonde answered, smoothing out his shirt and walking over to the fishing hut.
“It was kinda surreal to catch them in the act like that,” Saku admitted to Chiba as they sat in the fishing hut, waiting for Taira and Ryuusuke. As they sat waiting however, the phone began to ring. Saku and Chiba looked at each other.
“Who the hell calls at 11:30 at night?” Chiba exclaimed, crawling over to where the phone took residence on the floor in curiosity.
“Hello?” Chiba asked into the receiver.
“Hey, is Ray there?” A male voice said on the other end in English. Chiba blinked in confusion. Chiba tried his best to answer.
“Uh, Ray? Yes er, just a second,” covering the receiver with his hand, he told Saku, “It’s some English-speaking guy! I hardly understand a word he’s saying!”
Luckily Taira entered the room, shortly accompanied by Ryuusuke.
“Ryuusuke! There’s some English-speaking dude on the phone! Help!”
Ryuusuke crossed the floor to where Chiba was panicking. The rapper gladly relinquished the phone.
“Hello? It’s Ray.” Ryuusuke spoke into the phone in fluent English.
“Ray? Man, it’s Eddie! Long time no see huh?”