[FIC] - The Shirt - Ruki/Reita - PG-13 - Oneshot
Title: The Shirt
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Ruki/Reita
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Just a scene.
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"Ruki"? Uruha's brows rose in confusion as the sleepy figure appeared in the door frame to the kitchenette.
"Morning. Coffee?" Was the response of the smaller man beside scratching his belly. His belly that was obviously covered with a t-shirt belonging to a certain bassist.
"What are you doing here?" Not that he minded having his friend in his and Reita's shared apartment.
"Coffee? Please?" He asked again, sitting down on a worn out chair at the small table.
The blond obeyed, pulling out two mugs and instant granulate to serve some caffeine. "I didn't notice you sleeping on the couch. I'm sorry if I made too much noise doing the dishes."
"I'm fine. I wasn't sleeping on the couch." Ruki wrapped both of his hands around the black mug showing a tiny crack on it's rim.
"You weren't?" Suspiciousness would be the right word now.
"I was sleeping with Reita." He drowned any further detail with coffee. No sugar added.
Uruha gaped for a second before he tried to hide behind his own mug. "You mean...?"
A sly smile. A nod. Why didn't the guitarist know already, Reita had been quite vocal.
"Are you two, you know...?" He couldn't find the right words. Not so early in the morning. It frustrated him for odd reasons.
Ruki sat down his drink and focused his eyes on the slightly rippling black liquid. "I don't know yet."
"Oh." Now he felt bad for asking.
Ruki gulped down the rest, feeling the heat warming his stomach. "I should go ask him, right?" He stood up.
Uruha followed Ruki with his eyes, saw how he bumped into Reita who just happened to step out of his room. He watched how Ruki wrapped his arms around his neck to pull him down for a quick connection of lips. His best friends blushed, tentatively placing hands on hips.
Reita was pushed back into his room, the door was kicked shut.
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Blegh. Not good.
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Ruki/Reita
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Just a scene.
Rainchaser's Archive
______________________________
"Ruki"? Uruha's brows rose in confusion as the sleepy figure appeared in the door frame to the kitchenette.
"Morning. Coffee?" Was the response of the smaller man beside scratching his belly. His belly that was obviously covered with a t-shirt belonging to a certain bassist.
"What are you doing here?" Not that he minded having his friend in his and Reita's shared apartment.
"Coffee? Please?" He asked again, sitting down on a worn out chair at the small table.
The blond obeyed, pulling out two mugs and instant granulate to serve some caffeine. "I didn't notice you sleeping on the couch. I'm sorry if I made too much noise doing the dishes."
"I'm fine. I wasn't sleeping on the couch." Ruki wrapped both of his hands around the black mug showing a tiny crack on it's rim.
"You weren't?" Suspiciousness would be the right word now.
"I was sleeping with Reita." He drowned any further detail with coffee. No sugar added.
Uruha gaped for a second before he tried to hide behind his own mug. "You mean...?"
A sly smile. A nod. Why didn't the guitarist know already, Reita had been quite vocal.
"Are you two, you know...?" He couldn't find the right words. Not so early in the morning. It frustrated him for odd reasons.
Ruki sat down his drink and focused his eyes on the slightly rippling black liquid. "I don't know yet."
"Oh." Now he felt bad for asking.
Ruki gulped down the rest, feeling the heat warming his stomach. "I should go ask him, right?" He stood up.
Uruha followed Ruki with his eyes, saw how he bumped into Reita who just happened to step out of his room. He watched how Ruki wrapped his arms around his neck to pull him down for a quick connection of lips. His best friends blushed, tentatively placing hands on hips.
Reita was pushed back into his room, the door was kicked shut.
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Blegh. Not good.