[FIC] - Chaste - Uruha/Reita - PG - Oneshot
Title: Chaste
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Reita/Uruha
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Just a scene about two young boys. Dedicated to hyacinthdreams.
Rainchaser's Archive
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It happened when they were both sixteen, young, innocent.
Yet, they both were teenagers and curious. Uruha had gotten his hands on one of the champagne bottles his parents had bought for his sister's 20th birthday they were about to celebrate during the weekend. The drink safely wrapped in his arms he pushed the door of his room shut with a kick of his foot.
"Take it off!" He huffed as he spotted his best friend still wearing that stupid black thing across his button nose.
"No! It's cool!" Reita placed a protective hand on the cloth. It made him feel more bold. He liked it.
Uruha rolled his eyes and pulled out two plastic cups from a shelf and filled them with the sparkling, gold-ish beverage. He handed one to Reita and sat down next to him on the bed, not bothering about ruining an old magazine still lying there.
"To the band!"
"To music!"
Their cups clicked against each other unspectacular. They smiled, raised their drink and downed as much as possible in one go. Reita possibly scrunched his nose, in contrary to Uruha who licked his lips and already refilled his cup.
"You shouldn't drink it like water." Reita said, watching his friend hungrily emptying the cup once more.
"You shouldn't wear that something all day long." He pushed his index finger's pad onto Reita's clad nose.
He slapped the hand away and took the bottle to refill his own. Uruha just chuckled and kept tipping the cup's rim against his full lips.
"The groupies won't recognize you off stage when you're not wearing it."
"They won't recognize you without all the make-up either." He took a gulp.
Uruha shrugged and smiled. He refilled the cup a third time and lay down, balancing his drink with one hand on his chest. He still felt it, this something that settled in his belly as he had played with Reita on their make-shift stage, drunk on music and enthralled by the sheer happiness on the bassist's face.
Reita swallowed the rest of his champagne and put the cup down on a scattered desk placed next to the bed. He looked down at his friend and felt it again, this spark that had run through his body as he had watched Uruha putting on lipstick, following the curve of his lips with his eyes, how the other pursed them, smacked them.
He leaned on one arm and scooted slightly closer to Uruha. He hesitated. Then, in a swift move, he snagged the drink, downed it and set the cup next to his. The guitarist frowned at him.
"Can I kiss you?"
The words tumbled off Reita's lips faster than he could realize what he just said. Before he could stammer an excuse a hand was placed on his neck and tugged him towards Uruha oh so gently.
Their first kiss. Chaste. Self-conscious. It was a soft push of lips against each other, not daring to take any chances. As Reita pulled away, a second hand wound around his shoulders and pulled him down rather harsh. Seizing the opportunity of a gasp Uruha dipped his tongue into Reita's mouth. A hand came dawn hard, gripping the blanket. He had never felt this scared. His own tongue brushed against Uruha's. Oh, he had never felt this heat spread through him so amazingly blissful.
Hands were busy trying not to touch and failed.
Reluctantly, they let go of little moans tasting so sweet on each other's tip of the tongue.
It had started that night and now already lasted a dozen years.
A love.
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Whooo~ teenage Uruha/Reita again XD.
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance
Pairings: Reita/Uruha
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Just a scene about two young boys. Dedicated to hyacinthdreams.
Rainchaser's Archive
__________________________________
It happened when they were both sixteen, young, innocent.
Yet, they both were teenagers and curious. Uruha had gotten his hands on one of the champagne bottles his parents had bought for his sister's 20th birthday they were about to celebrate during the weekend. The drink safely wrapped in his arms he pushed the door of his room shut with a kick of his foot.
"Take it off!" He huffed as he spotted his best friend still wearing that stupid black thing across his button nose.
"No! It's cool!" Reita placed a protective hand on the cloth. It made him feel more bold. He liked it.
Uruha rolled his eyes and pulled out two plastic cups from a shelf and filled them with the sparkling, gold-ish beverage. He handed one to Reita and sat down next to him on the bed, not bothering about ruining an old magazine still lying there.
"To the band!"
"To music!"
Their cups clicked against each other unspectacular. They smiled, raised their drink and downed as much as possible in one go. Reita possibly scrunched his nose, in contrary to Uruha who licked his lips and already refilled his cup.
"You shouldn't drink it like water." Reita said, watching his friend hungrily emptying the cup once more.
"You shouldn't wear that something all day long." He pushed his index finger's pad onto Reita's clad nose.
He slapped the hand away and took the bottle to refill his own. Uruha just chuckled and kept tipping the cup's rim against his full lips.
"The groupies won't recognize you off stage when you're not wearing it."
"They won't recognize you without all the make-up either." He took a gulp.
Uruha shrugged and smiled. He refilled the cup a third time and lay down, balancing his drink with one hand on his chest. He still felt it, this something that settled in his belly as he had played with Reita on their make-shift stage, drunk on music and enthralled by the sheer happiness on the bassist's face.
Reita swallowed the rest of his champagne and put the cup down on a scattered desk placed next to the bed. He looked down at his friend and felt it again, this spark that had run through his body as he had watched Uruha putting on lipstick, following the curve of his lips with his eyes, how the other pursed them, smacked them.
He leaned on one arm and scooted slightly closer to Uruha. He hesitated. Then, in a swift move, he snagged the drink, downed it and set the cup next to his. The guitarist frowned at him.
"Can I kiss you?"
The words tumbled off Reita's lips faster than he could realize what he just said. Before he could stammer an excuse a hand was placed on his neck and tugged him towards Uruha oh so gently.
Their first kiss. Chaste. Self-conscious. It was a soft push of lips against each other, not daring to take any chances. As Reita pulled away, a second hand wound around his shoulders and pulled him down rather harsh. Seizing the opportunity of a gasp Uruha dipped his tongue into Reita's mouth. A hand came dawn hard, gripping the blanket. He had never felt this scared. His own tongue brushed against Uruha's. Oh, he had never felt this heat spread through him so amazingly blissful.
Hands were busy trying not to touch and failed.
Reluctantly, they let go of little moans tasting so sweet on each other's tip of the tongue.
It had started that night and now already lasted a dozen years.
A love.
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Whooo~ teenage Uruha/Reita again XD.