[FIC] - To read between the lines - Several Pairings - NC-17 - Series
Title: To read between the Lines
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: NC-17-ish
Genre: Humor, romance, sexual situations
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha, Saga/Shou, Tora/Nao, Ruki/Reita, Aki/whoever calls, Miyavi/lulwhut?, Aoi/Ni~ya, Kai/Mao, Byou/Yooh, Sakito/Yumehito
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: I'm innocent, this wrote itself D: Confuzzled folks.
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
☆ Proximity - PG-13
☆ Meals and Desserts - NC-17
☆ Bedtime Stories - PG-13
☆ A Little Late - NC-17
☆ At the Sight of Love - PG
☆ Publicity - PG-13
☆ Staying Home - NC-17
A list of who with whom had which child lulwhutwtf.
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A beauty salon. Why did he let himself get dragged into that place again? Yoichi dug his fingers into the leather of the chair's armrests. It hurt. He wasn't used to this. He was used to shaving his brows into shape like his mother did all those years, not plucking. Taro had insisted that this treatment was necessary to get the best matching results. Taro and his stupid idea.
"I'm sorry, I know the stubbles must hurt most." Cooed the young cosmetician.
"I'm fine." Lied Yoichi, blinking a tear out of his eye.
His brother, on the other hand, enjoyed himself quite well, getting his hair cut and dyed in a raven like midnight black, a catalog with extension samples in his hands.
- - -
Kimberly kept playing with her mobile on her way home. Suzume wasn't answering her text messages, not once that day. She wanted to see her or at least talk a little with the charming redhead.
But, as it seemed, she'd be stuck with homework, video games and bass practice all alone.
Maybe she should write something to get this awkward feeling out of her chest.
- - -
It felt wrong. She dug her nails into the man's shoulders moving above her. She had to close her eyes to block out the red and black design of her nails, reminding her of Berry. She had picked up the man, some music stores employee, to forget about her just for little while, but it was making it worse.
He was - what was his name, by the way? - nibbling the side of her neck, the same spot Berry had sucked and licked just the other night.
He wasn't a bad lover, actually he was good, he was perfectly inside her, filling Suzume up, just at the right angle to have her mewling.
But she missed Berry.
This time her skin wouldn't smell of her sweet body lotion.
This time she wouldn't have a tiny lovebite on her thigh.
- - -
Ties. Ruki liked ties on Reita. Like this silken red one that he wrapped around his hand, pulling the blond down for a kiss.
Their kisses were sweet, unrushed and accompanied by smiles.
"You're wrinkling it," The bassist whispered between kisses, hidden behind a curtain of clothes in their designers fitting room.
Lips brushed so soft against each other, a hand spread on the small of Ruki's back. Maybe the others were already looking for them. Maybe they were running late. They couldn't care less that moment, feeling like falling in love all over again, exchanging sweet nothings and almost chaste touches.
"You're ruining my lipgloss. Who gives a fuck?" He tugged him down again. One day he'd buy collar and leash for his lover, mused Ruki, while his tongue tipped against Reita's.
- - -
"I hate you," Yoichi growled, looking at his reflection in the mirror of his iPod's backside. His hair was shorter now. His long fringe was cut frilly, the hair on the back of his head sticking in various directions and a single black strand curled around his neck and shoulder.
"No you don't," Taro hit his brother's shoulder playfully.
"Now I have to see your face twice as often," he set his player on random and pushed it back into his jacket's pocket.
"It's not my face, it's our face."
The other rolled his eyes, "We are not twins!"
"But we almost look like twins. Why not have fun with it for a while?" He curled the long, single extension strand around his finger.
Then, he grinned. Yoichi didn't like that grin for many reasons. Especially not when Taro leaned close, placing one hand on his hip to whisper something into his ear.
"See that girl over there? I think she approves of our look."
He was right, there was a blushing school girl watching them and averting eyes as he glanced in her direction.
He already dreaded the next brow-session.
- - -
Masayuki gnawed on his bottom lip. Should he call him? He had at least half an hour. He scrolled to his name and peeked down the hall again, making sure Chiaki was really in the bathroom and taking a shower.
He took a deep breath and dialled the number.
- - -
Once more Aki was sprawled all over the sofa and Kenzo, his head resting in the drummer's chest, partly dozing, partly watching a random anime on TV.
"Aki," Kenzo nudge the bassist's shoulder. "Your phone is ringing."
"Oh please, please, please let it be good news about the studio," He jumped up, almost tripping over his own sleepy feet. "Yes? Hi?" He blurted into the phone, pressing it to his ear.
"Uncle Aki?"
"Masa-chan? Do I hear worry in your voice?" He locked eyes with Kenzo who perked a curious brow at him.
"It's just, you know, Chiaki and I, we were-" An upset sigh.
"Calm down, sweetheart, are you pacing around?" He walked slowly over to his best friend and sat down on the couch again, the drummer's legs placed on his lap.
"I am."
"Go sit down, take a deep breath," He waited until he heard a drawn out huff. "Now, nice and slow, tell me what's wrong?" He poked the brunette's big toe.
"Chiaki and I... can I really tell you this?"
"You can tell me anything." Aki said in a soothing voice.
"We were playing some video game, he fell off a cliff and we were fooling around until we started kissing and - I really don't know how we got there - we were grinding against each other but then his damn phone rang and I have no idea if I should be angry at Shou for asking about his cats or relieved since I really, really, really, have no idea what I should do!" His ranting monologue ended with a pained sigh.
"Hey, it's okay, don't get worked up," He kept fumbling the drummer's feet. "I'm tempted to say don't rush anything but it seems like the both of you can't hold back, am I right?"
"Sort of?"
"But you really shouldn't just dryhump each other, it would get icky." He winked at his friend who tried not to laugh. "Have you two-"
"Handjobs," Came a rushed answer, too fast, too mumbled, his blush almost audible.
Aki couldn't help but smile. "Progress, I see."
"I don't know what to do," Masayuki whined heartbreakingly.
"Whatever I'll tell you now, you won't remember it in the heat of the moment, anyway." He stuck out his pierced tongue as Kenzo rolled his eyes.
"Not helping."
"Doesn't he have swim training tomorrow? I'd say we meet and I'll explain you a few things, go lube and condom shopping with you, what do you say?" He pinched a little toe, daring the other to laugh.
"I don't know yet if I should thank you."
"Are you doubting me?" Aki said in a dramatic voice.
"Only your motives."
"Relax. It'll all happen naturally to the both of you, but you need some supplies, sweetheart." he petted the feet absentmindedly, "Just remember you can talk to me about whatever comes to your mind."
"Fuck, he's only wearing a tiny towel, I've got to go."
The line went dead.
"So much sexual curious innocence," Aki threw his phone back onto the armchair and draped himself over Kenzo.
The brunette just shook his head and ruffled the bassist's hair. "You think the studio is still not ready tomorrow?"
"If it is I'll tell them I have family business to attend to. He's still my daughter's brother," Aki nuzzled the other's chest.
And I love you was lying on Kenzo's tongue, but he didn't dare to spell it out, it would ruin their peaceful moment. It would be naive to say they didn't need words, though.
Sometimes, things didn't work naturally.
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I'M SORRY! I'm so sorry this took me so long. I'm so not taking longer breaks from writing this ever again, I swear, I missed it so much TAT!!
Beta'ed by tingedwords, yay for her 8D!
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: NC-17-ish
Genre: Humor, romance, sexual situations
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha, Saga/Shou, Tora/Nao, Ruki/Reita, Aki/whoever calls, Miyavi/lulwhut?, Aoi/Ni~ya, Kai/Mao, Byou/Yooh, Sakito/Yumehito
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: I'm innocent, this wrote itself D: Confuzzled folks.
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
☆ Proximity - PG-13
☆ Meals and Desserts - NC-17
☆ Bedtime Stories - PG-13
☆ A Little Late - NC-17
☆ At the Sight of Love - PG
☆ Publicity - PG-13
☆ Staying Home - NC-17
A list of who with whom had which child lulwhutwtf.
_________________________________
A beauty salon. Why did he let himself get dragged into that place again? Yoichi dug his fingers into the leather of the chair's armrests. It hurt. He wasn't used to this. He was used to shaving his brows into shape like his mother did all those years, not plucking. Taro had insisted that this treatment was necessary to get the best matching results. Taro and his stupid idea.
"I'm sorry, I know the stubbles must hurt most." Cooed the young cosmetician.
"I'm fine." Lied Yoichi, blinking a tear out of his eye.
His brother, on the other hand, enjoyed himself quite well, getting his hair cut and dyed in a raven like midnight black, a catalog with extension samples in his hands.
- - -
Kimberly kept playing with her mobile on her way home. Suzume wasn't answering her text messages, not once that day. She wanted to see her or at least talk a little with the charming redhead.
But, as it seemed, she'd be stuck with homework, video games and bass practice all alone.
Maybe she should write something to get this awkward feeling out of her chest.
- - -
It felt wrong. She dug her nails into the man's shoulders moving above her. She had to close her eyes to block out the red and black design of her nails, reminding her of Berry. She had picked up the man, some music stores employee, to forget about her just for little while, but it was making it worse.
He was - what was his name, by the way? - nibbling the side of her neck, the same spot Berry had sucked and licked just the other night.
He wasn't a bad lover, actually he was good, he was perfectly inside her, filling Suzume up, just at the right angle to have her mewling.
But she missed Berry.
This time her skin wouldn't smell of her sweet body lotion.
This time she wouldn't have a tiny lovebite on her thigh.
- - -
Ties. Ruki liked ties on Reita. Like this silken red one that he wrapped around his hand, pulling the blond down for a kiss.
Their kisses were sweet, unrushed and accompanied by smiles.
"You're wrinkling it," The bassist whispered between kisses, hidden behind a curtain of clothes in their designers fitting room.
Lips brushed so soft against each other, a hand spread on the small of Ruki's back. Maybe the others were already looking for them. Maybe they were running late. They couldn't care less that moment, feeling like falling in love all over again, exchanging sweet nothings and almost chaste touches.
"You're ruining my lipgloss. Who gives a fuck?" He tugged him down again. One day he'd buy collar and leash for his lover, mused Ruki, while his tongue tipped against Reita's.
- - -
"I hate you," Yoichi growled, looking at his reflection in the mirror of his iPod's backside. His hair was shorter now. His long fringe was cut frilly, the hair on the back of his head sticking in various directions and a single black strand curled around his neck and shoulder.
"No you don't," Taro hit his brother's shoulder playfully.
"Now I have to see your face twice as often," he set his player on random and pushed it back into his jacket's pocket.
"It's not my face, it's our face."
The other rolled his eyes, "We are not twins!"
"But we almost look like twins. Why not have fun with it for a while?" He curled the long, single extension strand around his finger.
Then, he grinned. Yoichi didn't like that grin for many reasons. Especially not when Taro leaned close, placing one hand on his hip to whisper something into his ear.
"See that girl over there? I think she approves of our look."
He was right, there was a blushing school girl watching them and averting eyes as he glanced in her direction.
He already dreaded the next brow-session.
- - -
Masayuki gnawed on his bottom lip. Should he call him? He had at least half an hour. He scrolled to his name and peeked down the hall again, making sure Chiaki was really in the bathroom and taking a shower.
He took a deep breath and dialled the number.
- - -
Once more Aki was sprawled all over the sofa and Kenzo, his head resting in the drummer's chest, partly dozing, partly watching a random anime on TV.
"Aki," Kenzo nudge the bassist's shoulder. "Your phone is ringing."
"Oh please, please, please let it be good news about the studio," He jumped up, almost tripping over his own sleepy feet. "Yes? Hi?" He blurted into the phone, pressing it to his ear.
"Uncle Aki?"
"Masa-chan? Do I hear worry in your voice?" He locked eyes with Kenzo who perked a curious brow at him.
"It's just, you know, Chiaki and I, we were-" An upset sigh.
"Calm down, sweetheart, are you pacing around?" He walked slowly over to his best friend and sat down on the couch again, the drummer's legs placed on his lap.
"I am."
"Go sit down, take a deep breath," He waited until he heard a drawn out huff. "Now, nice and slow, tell me what's wrong?" He poked the brunette's big toe.
"Chiaki and I... can I really tell you this?"
"You can tell me anything." Aki said in a soothing voice.
"We were playing some video game, he fell off a cliff and we were fooling around until we started kissing and - I really don't know how we got there - we were grinding against each other but then his damn phone rang and I have no idea if I should be angry at Shou for asking about his cats or relieved since I really, really, really, have no idea what I should do!" His ranting monologue ended with a pained sigh.
"Hey, it's okay, don't get worked up," He kept fumbling the drummer's feet. "I'm tempted to say don't rush anything but it seems like the both of you can't hold back, am I right?"
"Sort of?"
"But you really shouldn't just dryhump each other, it would get icky." He winked at his friend who tried not to laugh. "Have you two-"
"Handjobs," Came a rushed answer, too fast, too mumbled, his blush almost audible.
Aki couldn't help but smile. "Progress, I see."
"I don't know what to do," Masayuki whined heartbreakingly.
"Whatever I'll tell you now, you won't remember it in the heat of the moment, anyway." He stuck out his pierced tongue as Kenzo rolled his eyes.
"Not helping."
"Doesn't he have swim training tomorrow? I'd say we meet and I'll explain you a few things, go lube and condom shopping with you, what do you say?" He pinched a little toe, daring the other to laugh.
"I don't know yet if I should thank you."
"Are you doubting me?" Aki said in a dramatic voice.
"Only your motives."
"Relax. It'll all happen naturally to the both of you, but you need some supplies, sweetheart." he petted the feet absentmindedly, "Just remember you can talk to me about whatever comes to your mind."
"Fuck, he's only wearing a tiny towel, I've got to go."
The line went dead.
"So much sexual curious innocence," Aki threw his phone back onto the armchair and draped himself over Kenzo.
The brunette just shook his head and ruffled the bassist's hair. "You think the studio is still not ready tomorrow?"
"If it is I'll tell them I have family business to attend to. He's still my daughter's brother," Aki nuzzled the other's chest.
And I love you was lying on Kenzo's tongue, but he didn't dare to spell it out, it would ruin their peaceful moment. It would be naive to say they didn't need words, though.
Sometimes, things didn't work naturally.
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I'M SORRY! I'm so sorry this took me so long. I'm so not taking longer breaks from writing this ever again, I swear, I missed it so much TAT!!
Beta'ed by tingedwords, yay for her 8D!