[FIC] - Proximity - Several Pairings - PG-13 - Series
Title: Proximity
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: romance, humor, sexual situations
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha, Saga/Shou, Tora/Nao, Ruki/Reita, Aki/whoever calls, Miyavi/lulwut?, Aoi/Ni~ya, Kai/Mao, Yumehito/Sakito, Byou/Yooh
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: I'm innocent, this wrote itself D: Some digging, some memories.
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
☆ Getting Out - PG-13
☆ Salty at Night - NC-17
☆ Dawned - PG-13
A list of who with whom had which child luwhutwtf.
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Masayuki opened the front door of his home and was greeted by a breeze tugging on his hair. There was a window open somewhere, maybe the balcony, therefore one or both of his parents were home. He held the door open for Chiaki to step in, admiring his smile as the blond nodded his thanks.
He toed his shoes off and set his bag down on his way to the living room. He had been right, the glass door leading to their garden was open, the white translucent curtains dancing in the faint wind.
"Mom? Dad?" Masayuki called out as he peeked his head outside, his eyes squinting at the spring sun of early afternoon.
No one answered, but what he saw made his eyes grow wide. Chiaki stepped behind him, one hand placed on Masayuki's shoulder as he bent to take a look himself. "What happened here?" he asked, brows creasing.
"If I knew." he went down the two wooden steps onto the lawn, heading straight for the piles of rubble and earth. A new tree had been planted, but that didn't explain why still dirt was flying onto the heaps.
"Dad? What are you doing?" he asked as he saw his father in an at least ten foot long hole, digging enthusiastically.
Hiroto spun around, his bare chest heaving from the exercise. "Oh, hi! You're home already?" A blond boy came into his vision. "And hi Chiaki! Aww, you're hair is like glowing!"
"Why, thank you." The taller giggled. "But what are you digging for, Uncle Pon?"
"I thought about adding a pond to our garden." He said and leaned onto the shovel, sweat beads rolling down his body.
"Like you just added a tree." His son pointed over his shoulder.
"An apple tree! I planted it this morning." The guitarist exclaimed.
"How long have you been out here?" Masayuki wondered. "And did you put on sunscreen?"
"Uhm..." Hiroto blushed.
"Hand me the shovel." The brunette boy held out his hand.
"But I'm not finished!" His father said, smiling at Chiaki's chuckle.
"You can dig some more tomorrow. Now hand me the shovel, get inside and put on tan blocker." Masayuki jumped down into the hole and took the tool out of his father's hands.
"But-"
Masayuki held up a finger. "No buts!" he turned and pointed at the balcony door. "Get inside and use tan blocker, will you! You'll whine all year again if you don't."
Hiroto sighed and climbed out off his soon-to-be pond and picked up his hoodie he had dropped onto the lawn just a few hours before.
The boys watched the man walk into his house, using the black clothe to wipe off the sweat from his chest.
"They are going to call him The First Black J-Rocker again. He's lucky it's just the spring sun and not summer, maybe he won't get darker at all." Masayuki explained. [1]
"I see." Chiaki couldn't help his laughter. Sometimes Masayuki acted like Hiroto was the child, not the other way around. He looked over to the young tree. Hiroto had laid out a circle of white stones around it, separating the grass from wet, dark soil. He sauntered towards the plant, Masayuki following him on his tracks. It was just as tall as he was. "Uncle Nao would give it a name." He said and leaned back against the brunette's chest as he felt his hands on his hips.
"You want to?" The other asked, pecking his cheekbone. It felt warm beneath his lips, as if it had soaked the sunlight.
"Hmm..." He pondered for a few seconds. "Hajime."
Masayuki turned the blond in his arms to kiss him, there, in the spring breeze, beneath the warm sun with dozens of birds singing their songs to call for a mate.
- - -
"I have to leave earlier today, guys." Byou said, entering the studio. He just came from his personal interview which already had taken too long in his opinion.
"Going to pick up your slut again?" Manabu asked, one brow raised in question.
"No, he's already at my apartment. And he's not a slut." Byou explained and sat down on a chair to read his notes for lyrics once more.
"If not a slut, what is he then?" Kazuki joined in.
"Aki, for example, is a slut. He enjoys good sex with good people. Yooh is just a cumwhore and wants to get fucked no matter what." Byou answered angrily.
"Why do you keep up with him, anyway?" Manabu downed his coffee and crumbled the plastic cup.
"I have no idea. Maybe because he keeps me from getting bored."
- - -
Aki was dozing on Kenzo's chest who was reading some shonen manga a fan had sent him. If he wasn't fishing for a pocky with his free hand, he was massaging the bassist's scalp who purred in response.
"You okay?" The guitarist asked, putting the book aside.
Aki hummed in response, his nod almost not visible. There was nothing like being with Kenzo for him, he felt so relaxed, like he could slumber on the man's chest all day, just feeling this peace settling in his very self.
"Don't you have to work today?" His fingers moved a strand behind the bassist's ear.
"Canceled." Aki sighed and refused to open his eyes.
"So you just snuggle up on me for the rest of the day?" Kenzo laughed, his chest shaking the man lying in him slightly.
"Please?" Aki mewled with a pout.
Kenzo rolled his eyes, smiling wide and reached for another pocky stick to hold it against the pierced lips. He enjoyed this just as much as Aki.
- - -
Uruha's phone rang and vibrated relentlessly on his nightstand. Or maybe somewhere on the floor? With unfocused, sleepy eyes he searched around, feeling his sore legs ache with every move. He was not going to complain, though, his night had been remarkable, a little pain was definitely worth it.
"Yes?" He said as the pressed the phone against his ear, lying back down on the bed.
"You sound tired, Uruha." Shou said, sounding a little worried.
"Mah, you woke me up." The blond yawned and rubbed his eyes.
"It's almost six in the afternoon." Shou snorted.
"I slept almost twelve hours?" He took a reassuring look at the clock. "Oh damn, my butt hurts." He hissed. Sitting up was not an option right now. Not after five hours of sex.
"So Hiroto still has it in him."
"In me, you mean." Uruha said in a suggestive tone.
"Uhm... I actually called because I wanted to ask you something." The vocalist voice sounded a little nervous.
"Spill it." The blond toyed with Hiroto's pillow, tugging on the red fabric.
"Did Masayuki ever mention that he and Chiaki, you know...?"
Uruha snorted. "No, as far as I know they haven't done anything, but I guess I caught them making out in the living room last week when I came home from that photo shooting with the rain and the black translucent cotton clothes."
"It's just... I think something happened between them last weekend. Your son knows about contraception, right?" Worry was audible.
"Of course, and he's a good boy." Uruha was quite proud, his son was a responsible and considerate person, more than he ever would be. He got up and pulled on some random boxers with one hand and checked his messed up hair in the closet mirror.
"Should I have a talk with Chiaki? Sneak condoms into his bags and night stand drawer?" Shou was clearly anxious.
The blond left his bedroom and headed for the bathroom. He felt sticky all over his body, he needed to get a hot shower and lots of food afterwards.
"Breathe, calm down. I don't think Chiaki needs a talk, he's smart, ne? But you could hand him some condoms, that wouldn't hurt," after a second, he added "if they are doing it right, that is." He heard music playing from behind the bathroom door which surprisingly wasn't locked.
Shou sighed into the phone. "I shouldn't make such a fuss, right?"
The tall guitarist opened the door and his eyes fell immediately on a stark naked Hiroto. "Hi there, sexy." he purred and waltzed toward the smaller guitarist. Somehow, he was wide awake all of a sudden.
"I think I should leave you two alone." The vocalist laughed. "Have a nice evening."
"You too, tell Saga I said hi." The blond said, his free hand already admiring Hiroto's rear. As the phone snapped shut, Hiroto had him against the cold tiles an the wall, kissing him with desperate hunger.
- - -
Just as imagined, Masayuki's hand was placed atop Chiaki's on the table. Italian, as promised. They had just taken their seats, drinks ordered, taking in the atmosphere.
"Do you remember when we were in kindergarten and that little girl was trying to kiss you?" Masayuki asked, his eyes set on the flickering candle between them.
"What was her name? Chie?" the blond chuckled.
"Or Chiyo, something like that. I'll never forget what you told her, though." The brunette gazed up into Chiaki's dark orbs.
"And that would be?" He leaned a little over the table, the wine red cloth contrasting to his white long sleeve shirt.
"That only Masa-chan is to kiss you." It was said with such a warm smile.
The blond blushed and before he could stammer a response, their drinks arrived.
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[1] They actually did that in an interview XD Poor Pon~
HAJIME (肇): Japanese name meaning "beginning."
Anyway, I had a good time writing this. But I feel bad for not participating on aliceinfiction this time D: I can't even say I lacked the time to write, cause I wrote plenty for this series.... I really need to write something for the next prompt.
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: romance, humor, sexual situations
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha, Saga/Shou, Tora/Nao, Ruki/Reita, Aki/whoever calls, Miyavi/lulwut?, Aoi/Ni~ya, Kai/Mao, Yumehito/Sakito, Byou/Yooh
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: I'm innocent, this wrote itself D: Some digging, some memories.
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
☆ Getting Out - PG-13
☆ Salty at Night - NC-17
☆ Dawned - PG-13
A list of who with whom had which child luwhutwtf.
_______________________________________________________________
Masayuki opened the front door of his home and was greeted by a breeze tugging on his hair. There was a window open somewhere, maybe the balcony, therefore one or both of his parents were home. He held the door open for Chiaki to step in, admiring his smile as the blond nodded his thanks.
He toed his shoes off and set his bag down on his way to the living room. He had been right, the glass door leading to their garden was open, the white translucent curtains dancing in the faint wind.
"Mom? Dad?" Masayuki called out as he peeked his head outside, his eyes squinting at the spring sun of early afternoon.
No one answered, but what he saw made his eyes grow wide. Chiaki stepped behind him, one hand placed on Masayuki's shoulder as he bent to take a look himself. "What happened here?" he asked, brows creasing.
"If I knew." he went down the two wooden steps onto the lawn, heading straight for the piles of rubble and earth. A new tree had been planted, but that didn't explain why still dirt was flying onto the heaps.
"Dad? What are you doing?" he asked as he saw his father in an at least ten foot long hole, digging enthusiastically.
Hiroto spun around, his bare chest heaving from the exercise. "Oh, hi! You're home already?" A blond boy came into his vision. "And hi Chiaki! Aww, you're hair is like glowing!"
"Why, thank you." The taller giggled. "But what are you digging for, Uncle Pon?"
"I thought about adding a pond to our garden." He said and leaned onto the shovel, sweat beads rolling down his body.
"Like you just added a tree." His son pointed over his shoulder.
"An apple tree! I planted it this morning." The guitarist exclaimed.
"How long have you been out here?" Masayuki wondered. "And did you put on sunscreen?"
"Uhm..." Hiroto blushed.
"Hand me the shovel." The brunette boy held out his hand.
"But I'm not finished!" His father said, smiling at Chiaki's chuckle.
"You can dig some more tomorrow. Now hand me the shovel, get inside and put on tan blocker." Masayuki jumped down into the hole and took the tool out of his father's hands.
"But-"
Masayuki held up a finger. "No buts!" he turned and pointed at the balcony door. "Get inside and use tan blocker, will you! You'll whine all year again if you don't."
Hiroto sighed and climbed out off his soon-to-be pond and picked up his hoodie he had dropped onto the lawn just a few hours before.
The boys watched the man walk into his house, using the black clothe to wipe off the sweat from his chest.
"They are going to call him The First Black J-Rocker again. He's lucky it's just the spring sun and not summer, maybe he won't get darker at all." Masayuki explained. [1]
"I see." Chiaki couldn't help his laughter. Sometimes Masayuki acted like Hiroto was the child, not the other way around. He looked over to the young tree. Hiroto had laid out a circle of white stones around it, separating the grass from wet, dark soil. He sauntered towards the plant, Masayuki following him on his tracks. It was just as tall as he was. "Uncle Nao would give it a name." He said and leaned back against the brunette's chest as he felt his hands on his hips.
"You want to?" The other asked, pecking his cheekbone. It felt warm beneath his lips, as if it had soaked the sunlight.
"Hmm..." He pondered for a few seconds. "Hajime."
Masayuki turned the blond in his arms to kiss him, there, in the spring breeze, beneath the warm sun with dozens of birds singing their songs to call for a mate.
- - -
"I have to leave earlier today, guys." Byou said, entering the studio. He just came from his personal interview which already had taken too long in his opinion.
"Going to pick up your slut again?" Manabu asked, one brow raised in question.
"No, he's already at my apartment. And he's not a slut." Byou explained and sat down on a chair to read his notes for lyrics once more.
"If not a slut, what is he then?" Kazuki joined in.
"Aki, for example, is a slut. He enjoys good sex with good people. Yooh is just a cumwhore and wants to get fucked no matter what." Byou answered angrily.
"Why do you keep up with him, anyway?" Manabu downed his coffee and crumbled the plastic cup.
"I have no idea. Maybe because he keeps me from getting bored."
- - -
Aki was dozing on Kenzo's chest who was reading some shonen manga a fan had sent him. If he wasn't fishing for a pocky with his free hand, he was massaging the bassist's scalp who purred in response.
"You okay?" The guitarist asked, putting the book aside.
Aki hummed in response, his nod almost not visible. There was nothing like being with Kenzo for him, he felt so relaxed, like he could slumber on the man's chest all day, just feeling this peace settling in his very self.
"Don't you have to work today?" His fingers moved a strand behind the bassist's ear.
"Canceled." Aki sighed and refused to open his eyes.
"So you just snuggle up on me for the rest of the day?" Kenzo laughed, his chest shaking the man lying in him slightly.
"Please?" Aki mewled with a pout.
Kenzo rolled his eyes, smiling wide and reached for another pocky stick to hold it against the pierced lips. He enjoyed this just as much as Aki.
- - -
Uruha's phone rang and vibrated relentlessly on his nightstand. Or maybe somewhere on the floor? With unfocused, sleepy eyes he searched around, feeling his sore legs ache with every move. He was not going to complain, though, his night had been remarkable, a little pain was definitely worth it.
"Yes?" He said as the pressed the phone against his ear, lying back down on the bed.
"You sound tired, Uruha." Shou said, sounding a little worried.
"Mah, you woke me up." The blond yawned and rubbed his eyes.
"It's almost six in the afternoon." Shou snorted.
"I slept almost twelve hours?" He took a reassuring look at the clock. "Oh damn, my butt hurts." He hissed. Sitting up was not an option right now. Not after five hours of sex.
"So Hiroto still has it in him."
"In me, you mean." Uruha said in a suggestive tone.
"Uhm... I actually called because I wanted to ask you something." The vocalist voice sounded a little nervous.
"Spill it." The blond toyed with Hiroto's pillow, tugging on the red fabric.
"Did Masayuki ever mention that he and Chiaki, you know...?"
Uruha snorted. "No, as far as I know they haven't done anything, but I guess I caught them making out in the living room last week when I came home from that photo shooting with the rain and the black translucent cotton clothes."
"It's just... I think something happened between them last weekend. Your son knows about contraception, right?" Worry was audible.
"Of course, and he's a good boy." Uruha was quite proud, his son was a responsible and considerate person, more than he ever would be. He got up and pulled on some random boxers with one hand and checked his messed up hair in the closet mirror.
"Should I have a talk with Chiaki? Sneak condoms into his bags and night stand drawer?" Shou was clearly anxious.
The blond left his bedroom and headed for the bathroom. He felt sticky all over his body, he needed to get a hot shower and lots of food afterwards.
"Breathe, calm down. I don't think Chiaki needs a talk, he's smart, ne? But you could hand him some condoms, that wouldn't hurt," after a second, he added "if they are doing it right, that is." He heard music playing from behind the bathroom door which surprisingly wasn't locked.
Shou sighed into the phone. "I shouldn't make such a fuss, right?"
The tall guitarist opened the door and his eyes fell immediately on a stark naked Hiroto. "Hi there, sexy." he purred and waltzed toward the smaller guitarist. Somehow, he was wide awake all of a sudden.
"I think I should leave you two alone." The vocalist laughed. "Have a nice evening."
"You too, tell Saga I said hi." The blond said, his free hand already admiring Hiroto's rear. As the phone snapped shut, Hiroto had him against the cold tiles an the wall, kissing him with desperate hunger.
- - -
Just as imagined, Masayuki's hand was placed atop Chiaki's on the table. Italian, as promised. They had just taken their seats, drinks ordered, taking in the atmosphere.
"Do you remember when we were in kindergarten and that little girl was trying to kiss you?" Masayuki asked, his eyes set on the flickering candle between them.
"What was her name? Chie?" the blond chuckled.
"Or Chiyo, something like that. I'll never forget what you told her, though." The brunette gazed up into Chiaki's dark orbs.
"And that would be?" He leaned a little over the table, the wine red cloth contrasting to his white long sleeve shirt.
"That only Masa-chan is to kiss you." It was said with such a warm smile.
The blond blushed and before he could stammer a response, their drinks arrived.
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[1] They actually did that in an interview XD Poor Pon~
HAJIME (肇): Japanese name meaning "beginning."
Anyway, I had a good time writing this. But I feel bad for not participating on aliceinfiction this time D: I can't even say I lacked the time to write, cause I wrote plenty for this series.... I really need to write something for the next prompt.