[FIC] - At First Kiss - Hiroto/Uruha - PG - Oneshot
Title: At First Kiss
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Just a scene.
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He had his legs folded beneath him on the chair and his arms folded on the table, hiding his face in the sleeves of a red hoodie. He was thinking. He was thinking too fast.
"Shou," Hiroto whined, "Shou-yan, how do you do this?"
The taller man turned around from dicing carrots, brows perked, looking down at his huddled friend. "Do what?"
"How do you just fall in love and have no doubts and how - no offense - how do you love a man like you do?"
A hand on his hip, Shou studied the guitarist. His toes were wriggling, his fingers tugging on the red fabric. "It's called love at first sight and being gay, Hiroppon."
The brunette tuft shifted, revealing a wrinkled face and creased brows framed with hair sticking into wild directions. "Is there such thing as love at first kiss?"
Shou put his knife down and smiled, not just because the younger looked adorable with his nervously bitten lips. "You kissed someone? Someone I know?"
A nod followed by a sigh and a drop of his head onto his arms again. "Someone kissed me." His turned a little, smudging rests of brow pencil and mascara. "And now I can't think of anything else and my body is all tingly and itchy all over and I don't have the slightest clue about anything!" A huff in annoyance at himself.
"Kiss again." Shou said, shrugging. "After you told me who it is."
"Uruha-san." One leg unfolded and dangled down, his toes barely touching the ground.
A man? That was new. "Well then you should definitely kiss him again but make sure he's sober." He smiled again and turned back to preparing the vegetables for their dinner.
"He wasn't drunk, Shou." His big toe outlined the tiles on the floor. "We were both perfectly sober and... I don't know." He whined the last word dramatically.
"What kind of kiss was it, then?" Shou asked over his shoulder.
"The kind with a hot face and moist hands and an embarrassing gasp and lips way too soft and tasty?" Hands were tangling into messy hair.
The older snickered slightly. "Wow."
"Not helping!" There was the distinct sound of naked foot being stomped down.
"Call him, be nice and if you're meant to be it'll happen faster than you can imagine." Shou looked over his shoulder.
"Don't underestimate my imagination." Hiroto held up his arm to point a finger before it dropped down onto the table with a thud.
A grin started on Shou's face. "So, tell me if I'm wrong, you already imagine having him underneath you, his legs spread for you and---"
"Exactly, but please don't remind me of the details." He was wincing.
"Details? Like how it would taste to lick sweat off his chest?"
"Shou! Dammit!" He jumped from his chair, both feet against the cold floor, hands flat down on the table's surface.
"You're blushing; have you any idea how cute that is?" He couldn't bite back a chuckle.
Hiroto threw his arms up in exasperation. Then, he turned around and left the small kitchen.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Living room, calling Uruha." Came an mocking answer from somewhere beyond the door.
Shou shook his head and focused back on cooking.
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LAME. But I needed to write at least something.
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Just a scene.
Rainchaser's Archive
__________________________________
He had his legs folded beneath him on the chair and his arms folded on the table, hiding his face in the sleeves of a red hoodie. He was thinking. He was thinking too fast.
"Shou," Hiroto whined, "Shou-yan, how do you do this?"
The taller man turned around from dicing carrots, brows perked, looking down at his huddled friend. "Do what?"
"How do you just fall in love and have no doubts and how - no offense - how do you love a man like you do?"
A hand on his hip, Shou studied the guitarist. His toes were wriggling, his fingers tugging on the red fabric. "It's called love at first sight and being gay, Hiroppon."
The brunette tuft shifted, revealing a wrinkled face and creased brows framed with hair sticking into wild directions. "Is there such thing as love at first kiss?"
Shou put his knife down and smiled, not just because the younger looked adorable with his nervously bitten lips. "You kissed someone? Someone I know?"
A nod followed by a sigh and a drop of his head onto his arms again. "Someone kissed me." His turned a little, smudging rests of brow pencil and mascara. "And now I can't think of anything else and my body is all tingly and itchy all over and I don't have the slightest clue about anything!" A huff in annoyance at himself.
"Kiss again." Shou said, shrugging. "After you told me who it is."
"Uruha-san." One leg unfolded and dangled down, his toes barely touching the ground.
A man? That was new. "Well then you should definitely kiss him again but make sure he's sober." He smiled again and turned back to preparing the vegetables for their dinner.
"He wasn't drunk, Shou." His big toe outlined the tiles on the floor. "We were both perfectly sober and... I don't know." He whined the last word dramatically.
"What kind of kiss was it, then?" Shou asked over his shoulder.
"The kind with a hot face and moist hands and an embarrassing gasp and lips way too soft and tasty?" Hands were tangling into messy hair.
The older snickered slightly. "Wow."
"Not helping!" There was the distinct sound of naked foot being stomped down.
"Call him, be nice and if you're meant to be it'll happen faster than you can imagine." Shou looked over his shoulder.
"Don't underestimate my imagination." Hiroto held up his arm to point a finger before it dropped down onto the table with a thud.
A grin started on Shou's face. "So, tell me if I'm wrong, you already imagine having him underneath you, his legs spread for you and---"
"Exactly, but please don't remind me of the details." He was wincing.
"Details? Like how it would taste to lick sweat off his chest?"
"Shou! Dammit!" He jumped from his chair, both feet against the cold floor, hands flat down on the table's surface.
"You're blushing; have you any idea how cute that is?" He couldn't bite back a chuckle.
Hiroto threw his arms up in exasperation. Then, he turned around and left the small kitchen.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Living room, calling Uruha." Came an mocking answer from somewhere beyond the door.
Shou shook his head and focused back on cooking.
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LAME. But I needed to write at least something.