[FIC] - And the Dribble turned into a Flood - Ruki/Reita - NC-17 - Oneshot
Title: And the Dribble turned into a Flood
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Ruki/Reita
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Little by little.
Rainchaser's Archive
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The little things.
The short, admiring glances Reita sent him when he thought the smaller wasn't looking. That was what it started with. Mere seconds and Reita was an open book.
At first Ruki would only revel in the idea of being someone's focus of attention, nourished his ego, straightened his shoulders to prance around the bassist.
Until he caught himself looking back.
- - -
The little things.
Like Reita would be lost with hurting fingers, blistered from playing his heart out, unable to undo the knot of his noseband.
Ruki would take heart and help the blond, not joining the laughter of their friends, standing behind his sagged shoulders, trying his best to loose the cloth stained with hairspray and sweat.
As the blond looked up at him, his honest and thankful smile reaching his eyes, Ruki didn't know his body could shiver so pleasantly from the inside out as he held Reita's gaze.
- - -
The little things.
Ruki wouldn't get mad at him for handing something down that was atop a shelf and out of his reach. It would make him scoot a little closer to thank him, keeping their hands touched a little longer than necessary.
It would make Reita mumble something along the lines of you're welcome.
And Ruki would enjoy every shade of his blush.
- - -
The little things.
Like Uruha's remarks, nagging Reita for his obvious affection towards their mutual friend.
"You like him."
"I'm trying to cook here."
"Just admit it."
"Go play a game or something."
"You should ask him out."
Nothing but grumbling in response, so Uruha left the man be, humming a tune, walzing towards their TV.
- - -
"I like his voice."
The tall guitarist looked at the smoking man beside him.
"Is that so." He grinned.
"It's deep and raw." Ruki mused, watching his smoke curl.
Uruha smiled to himself, taking a greedy drag on his cigarette.
"Makes me wonder what sound he could make with it."
The taller shook his head and smiled.
"I'm serious!" Ruki huffed blue fume out of his nostrils.
"I know."
- - -
The little things.
The tentative kiss, Ruki holding back, Reita being shy, the bold flick of a tongue, the tiny gasp.
Ruki reached the blank pages of Reita to write.
Another kiss. A skillful touch. The first embarrassed moan that was too good to not take advantage off.
The small, salty pearls gathering on Reita's flushed chest as he arched off the sticky blankets. Ruki's ragged breath mixed with the other man's name.
That glint in the vocalist's eyes as he was watching the bassist beneath him twist and turn and bend into him, opening up, losing it.
The dribble turned into a flood as they came, heat and souls melting into each other.
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Unbeta'ed for two reasons: I don't want to bother anyone with this crap and no one was online anyway.
Yeah, I should go hide and whatever. Too much cheese, too much sap, wherever this came from.
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Ruki/Reita
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Little by little.
Rainchaser's Archive
______________________________
The little things.
The short, admiring glances Reita sent him when he thought the smaller wasn't looking. That was what it started with. Mere seconds and Reita was an open book.
At first Ruki would only revel in the idea of being someone's focus of attention, nourished his ego, straightened his shoulders to prance around the bassist.
Until he caught himself looking back.
- - -
The little things.
Like Reita would be lost with hurting fingers, blistered from playing his heart out, unable to undo the knot of his noseband.
Ruki would take heart and help the blond, not joining the laughter of their friends, standing behind his sagged shoulders, trying his best to loose the cloth stained with hairspray and sweat.
As the blond looked up at him, his honest and thankful smile reaching his eyes, Ruki didn't know his body could shiver so pleasantly from the inside out as he held Reita's gaze.
- - -
The little things.
Ruki wouldn't get mad at him for handing something down that was atop a shelf and out of his reach. It would make him scoot a little closer to thank him, keeping their hands touched a little longer than necessary.
It would make Reita mumble something along the lines of you're welcome.
And Ruki would enjoy every shade of his blush.
- - -
The little things.
Like Uruha's remarks, nagging Reita for his obvious affection towards their mutual friend.
"You like him."
"I'm trying to cook here."
"Just admit it."
"Go play a game or something."
"You should ask him out."
Nothing but grumbling in response, so Uruha left the man be, humming a tune, walzing towards their TV.
- - -
"I like his voice."
The tall guitarist looked at the smoking man beside him.
"Is that so." He grinned.
"It's deep and raw." Ruki mused, watching his smoke curl.
Uruha smiled to himself, taking a greedy drag on his cigarette.
"Makes me wonder what sound he could make with it."
The taller shook his head and smiled.
"I'm serious!" Ruki huffed blue fume out of his nostrils.
"I know."
- - -
The little things.
The tentative kiss, Ruki holding back, Reita being shy, the bold flick of a tongue, the tiny gasp.
Ruki reached the blank pages of Reita to write.
Another kiss. A skillful touch. The first embarrassed moan that was too good to not take advantage off.
The small, salty pearls gathering on Reita's flushed chest as he arched off the sticky blankets. Ruki's ragged breath mixed with the other man's name.
That glint in the vocalist's eyes as he was watching the bassist beneath him twist and turn and bend into him, opening up, losing it.
The dribble turned into a flood as they came, heat and souls melting into each other.
______________________________
Unbeta'ed for two reasons: I don't want to bother anyone with this crap and no one was online anyway.
Yeah, I should go hide and whatever. Too much cheese, too much sap, wherever this came from.