[FIC] - Getting Out - Several Pairings - PG-13 - Series
Title: Getting Out
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor, romance, sexual situations
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha, Saga/Shou, Tora/Nao, Ruki/Reita, Aki/whoever calls, Miyavi/lulwut?, Aoi/Ni~ya, Kai/Mao, Byou/Yooh
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: I'm innocent, this wrote itself D: I can't believe I put Yooh into a fiction.... that dude doesn't need that.
Rainchaser's Archive
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☆ Prosperous - PG-13
☆ Flamboyance - PG
☆ Picture Perfect - PG
☆ Tired of Sleep - PG-13
☆ Coming Home - PG-13
☆ Tucked in - PG-13
☆ Two notes to notice - PG-13
☆ Share a Word - PG-13
☆ Nightingale - PG-13
☆ Wee Hours of Morning - PG-13
☆ Steps and Turns - PG-13
☆ Yet Unknown - PG-13
☆ Food for the Heart - PG-13
☆ How to Relax - NC-17
☆ Open your Eyes - NC-17ish
A list of who with whom had which child luwhutwtf.
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Sitting on the leather seats of a booth, Hiroto watched two men dancing. He nudged the one left beside him, his eyes never leaving the swaying bodies. "Do you think they planned this?"
They had met for a few drinks and a little chat at the Brown Sugar, a cozy bar playing mostly western rock with a small dance floor surrounded by booths, tables and a bar. On said dance floor, two men kept circling each other, hooded eyes behind blond fringes glinting mischievously.
"I bet you they did." Yumehito gulped down his beer and placed the glass back on the table. "Just look how they keep glancing over, they totally planned this."
"Why else would both of them wear shorts and boots." Hiroto said absentmindedly, fixing his view on Uruha's thighs as they moved to the slow beat of Nine Inch Nails' Closer. His fingers were aching to touch that pale skin and spread those legs.
"Exactly." the other man in the booth said, crossing his legs. "Gods, no one would believe they are two married men and mothers." Yumehito mused, watching little twists and turns and the grind.
"Sakito is such a tease." Hiroto pointed out as said man accidentally lifted his shirt slightly with a move of his arm.
"As if your husband is any better. Oh my, did they really just do that?" Yumehito gaped as Sakito and Uruha almost kissed, letting their lips hover above each other's mouths just like their hands almost touched mid air on shoulder level, their hips lusciously curling as if a layer of glass separated them.
"They so did. They are so getting laid tonight."
"I second that!"
The smaller saw a waiter passing by and waved to call him over. "Two Red Bull, please."
"And another beer for me."
- - -
"What makes you think I'm bailing you out again?" Byou asked the blond man behind thick metal bars, glaring down.
"'Cause you love me?" the other man whined and looked at the other through his long lashes.
"Don't make me laugh," the vocalist growled. "I could let you rot here for a few days, princess." He tapped his chin. "I think that's exactly what I'm going to do this time."
Yooh started to pout at the man dressed in a bold fur coat. "I'd make it up to you, I promise!" He purred and touched the insides of his thighs, trying to distract Byou's attention into arousal.
"You're such a slut." Byou spat. This time, Yooh's technique wasn't working.
"You like it." he bent forward, lifting his tight skirt an inch. "Please, Byou," he purred.
"Maybe I'm sick of it." He put his shades back on and straightened his coat, signaling he was leaving any moment. "I'm going home to my son," He turned on his heels and started to walk away.
"Byou!" Yooh clung to the metal bars, his pumps clinking on the concrete floor and he stepped nervously from one foot to another. "Byou, wait!"
"See you in a few days." the vocalist waved his hand without looking back. Why did he even bother to come here in the first place?
- - -
Kazue looked into her star shaped box that had been filled with cookies the previous day. Now only one was left, a heart shaped cinnamon one with a chocolate icing and a tiny butterfly made of sugar. She didn't dare to eat it because then all cookies would be gone.
But if she wouldn't eat it, Haru might think she didn't like his creation.
The girl dropped her head down on her desk in frustration. She'd rather mourn the loss of her last cookie than see Haru's sweet dimpled smile disappear in a sad frown.
"Sorry, but I have to eat you." she said before she bit into the sweet little present.
Haru would bake more one day, she'd just have to wait. And next time she won't munch all at once again.
- - -
"Hiroto is coming over." Sakito whispered into Uruha's ear, chuckling a little.
The taller blond looked at the approaching younger man, his head cocked and daring. Sakito retreated, smiling smug and winking at Uruha. He'd go back to Yumehito and hush some naughty words into his ear shell until the man was begging to leave and head home.
From the booth, Sakito saw how Hiroto and Uruha ground their crotches, holding onto each other possessively as they kissed open mouthed.
Mission accomplished.
- - -
Chiaki had his head on Masayuki's chest, who played with the blond strands. He felt like he could fall asleep just right that moment, but he preferred staying awake a little longer to enjoy.
"How about me taking you out for dinner tomorrow?" the brunette whispered into the darkness of Chiaki's bedroom.
"You don't have to," Chiaki said, his voice thick with tiredness.
"But I want to, I like going out with you." he let go of the now curly strand and outlined the other's lobe with a fingertip, admiring the little star shaped stud.
"Is that so?" Chiaki giggled.
"It is. I like the atmosphere of a restaurant, the way we'd sit there and chat and enjoy fine food." Masayuki mused with closed eyes, imagining them at a classy place with soft music and whine red table cloth's. Maybe a little vase with a single flower.
"And play footsie beneath the table." the blond laughed and shifted upwards until his nose was almost touching Masayuki's.
"And take your hand above it." the brunette said while placing a playful kiss on Chiaki's smiling lips.
"I'd like that." he yawned and let his head drop down onto the pillow.
"Me too." he wound and arm around the other's waist and snuggled a little closer, fitting their bodies perfectly together.
"Sleep?" For a last time he heaved his head up and placed it on Masayuki's shoulder, exhaling a long, relaxing breath.
"Hm." came the answer with a single nod and he pulled the blanket up to their chins.
So warm, so safe.
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Jeez, this is the lamest thing I've ever written X_x And Hi tharr!!1, crack pairing (cause Byou is the biggest pimp out there, he deserves the worst slut: Yooh).
Big thankies to rawrstarr for beta-ing!!
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor, romance, sexual situations
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha, Saga/Shou, Tora/Nao, Ruki/Reita, Aki/whoever calls, Miyavi/lulwut?, Aoi/Ni~ya, Kai/Mao, Byou/Yooh
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: I'm innocent, this wrote itself D: I can't believe I put Yooh into a fiction.... that dude doesn't need that.
Rainchaser's Archive
_______________________________________________________________
☆ Prosperous - PG-13
☆ Flamboyance - PG
☆ Picture Perfect - PG
☆ Tired of Sleep - PG-13
☆ Coming Home - PG-13
☆ Tucked in - PG-13
☆ Two notes to notice - PG-13
☆ Share a Word - PG-13
☆ Nightingale - PG-13
☆ Wee Hours of Morning - PG-13
☆ Steps and Turns - PG-13
☆ Yet Unknown - PG-13
☆ Food for the Heart - PG-13
☆ How to Relax - NC-17
☆ Open your Eyes - NC-17ish
A list of who with whom had which child luwhutwtf.
_______________________________________________________________
Sitting on the leather seats of a booth, Hiroto watched two men dancing. He nudged the one left beside him, his eyes never leaving the swaying bodies. "Do you think they planned this?"
They had met for a few drinks and a little chat at the Brown Sugar, a cozy bar playing mostly western rock with a small dance floor surrounded by booths, tables and a bar. On said dance floor, two men kept circling each other, hooded eyes behind blond fringes glinting mischievously.
"I bet you they did." Yumehito gulped down his beer and placed the glass back on the table. "Just look how they keep glancing over, they totally planned this."
"Why else would both of them wear shorts and boots." Hiroto said absentmindedly, fixing his view on Uruha's thighs as they moved to the slow beat of Nine Inch Nails' Closer. His fingers were aching to touch that pale skin and spread those legs.
"Exactly." the other man in the booth said, crossing his legs. "Gods, no one would believe they are two married men and mothers." Yumehito mused, watching little twists and turns and the grind.
"Sakito is such a tease." Hiroto pointed out as said man accidentally lifted his shirt slightly with a move of his arm.
"As if your husband is any better. Oh my, did they really just do that?" Yumehito gaped as Sakito and Uruha almost kissed, letting their lips hover above each other's mouths just like their hands almost touched mid air on shoulder level, their hips lusciously curling as if a layer of glass separated them.
"They so did. They are so getting laid tonight."
"I second that!"
The smaller saw a waiter passing by and waved to call him over. "Two Red Bull, please."
"And another beer for me."
- - -
"What makes you think I'm bailing you out again?" Byou asked the blond man behind thick metal bars, glaring down.
"'Cause you love me?" the other man whined and looked at the other through his long lashes.
"Don't make me laugh," the vocalist growled. "I could let you rot here for a few days, princess." He tapped his chin. "I think that's exactly what I'm going to do this time."
Yooh started to pout at the man dressed in a bold fur coat. "I'd make it up to you, I promise!" He purred and touched the insides of his thighs, trying to distract Byou's attention into arousal.
"You're such a slut." Byou spat. This time, Yooh's technique wasn't working.
"You like it." he bent forward, lifting his tight skirt an inch. "Please, Byou," he purred.
"Maybe I'm sick of it." He put his shades back on and straightened his coat, signaling he was leaving any moment. "I'm going home to my son," He turned on his heels and started to walk away.
"Byou!" Yooh clung to the metal bars, his pumps clinking on the concrete floor and he stepped nervously from one foot to another. "Byou, wait!"
"See you in a few days." the vocalist waved his hand without looking back. Why did he even bother to come here in the first place?
- - -
Kazue looked into her star shaped box that had been filled with cookies the previous day. Now only one was left, a heart shaped cinnamon one with a chocolate icing and a tiny butterfly made of sugar. She didn't dare to eat it because then all cookies would be gone.
But if she wouldn't eat it, Haru might think she didn't like his creation.
The girl dropped her head down on her desk in frustration. She'd rather mourn the loss of her last cookie than see Haru's sweet dimpled smile disappear in a sad frown.
"Sorry, but I have to eat you." she said before she bit into the sweet little present.
Haru would bake more one day, she'd just have to wait. And next time she won't munch all at once again.
- - -
"Hiroto is coming over." Sakito whispered into Uruha's ear, chuckling a little.
The taller blond looked at the approaching younger man, his head cocked and daring. Sakito retreated, smiling smug and winking at Uruha. He'd go back to Yumehito and hush some naughty words into his ear shell until the man was begging to leave and head home.
From the booth, Sakito saw how Hiroto and Uruha ground their crotches, holding onto each other possessively as they kissed open mouthed.
Mission accomplished.
- - -
Chiaki had his head on Masayuki's chest, who played with the blond strands. He felt like he could fall asleep just right that moment, but he preferred staying awake a little longer to enjoy.
"How about me taking you out for dinner tomorrow?" the brunette whispered into the darkness of Chiaki's bedroom.
"You don't have to," Chiaki said, his voice thick with tiredness.
"But I want to, I like going out with you." he let go of the now curly strand and outlined the other's lobe with a fingertip, admiring the little star shaped stud.
"Is that so?" Chiaki giggled.
"It is. I like the atmosphere of a restaurant, the way we'd sit there and chat and enjoy fine food." Masayuki mused with closed eyes, imagining them at a classy place with soft music and whine red table cloth's. Maybe a little vase with a single flower.
"And play footsie beneath the table." the blond laughed and shifted upwards until his nose was almost touching Masayuki's.
"And take your hand above it." the brunette said while placing a playful kiss on Chiaki's smiling lips.
"I'd like that." he yawned and let his head drop down onto the pillow.
"Me too." he wound and arm around the other's waist and snuggled a little closer, fitting their bodies perfectly together.
"Sleep?" For a last time he heaved his head up and placed it on Masayuki's shoulder, exhaling a long, relaxing breath.
"Hm." came the answer with a single nod and he pulled the blanket up to their chins.
So warm, so safe.
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Jeez, this is the lamest thing I've ever written X_x And Hi tharr!!1, crack pairing (cause Byou is the biggest pimp out there, he deserves the worst slut: Yooh).
Big thankies to rawrstarr for beta-ing!!