[FIC] - Inept - Ruki/Reita - PG - Oneshot
Title: Inept
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance..?
Pairings: Ruki/Reita
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Bits and pieces inspired by a simple time tag.
Rainchaser's Archive
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At this age you're supposed to fall in love easily. Some do twice a week.
What were they, those he reluctantly called friends, talking about? Vague ideas blurred in drama and glitter, keeping you at arms length of grasping what that feeling was all about.
No, Ruki wasn't a young man to fall in love easily. Not while looking in the wrong directions and mislead by experience.
- - -
"You actually live here?" Akira asked, puzzled, standing in the middle of a small, cubicle room, neat and clean.
"Yeah." Ruki said quietly, hanging up their jackets.
"But.... how?"
"You don't want to know." It was a lie. As much as he knew that Akira wanted to know he wanted to tell him.
It scared him, that trust inside of him when it came to the bassist. Where ever it came from, it wasn't going back there.
- - -
"Why aren't you telling me your real first name?" The now blond inquired, his tone calm.
Ruki shook his head languidly. "It's real as it is."
"No, it's not the name you were given by your parents."
"Of course it's not." His fingers, stinging from the cold, barely managed to hold onto the cigarette he lit once he sat down next to Akira, midnight hanging over them. "I'm on my own. I picked that name for myself on my own and I'll keep it. It's me. I like it." He watched the faint smoke dance off his lips into the cold night's air, disappearing.
Akira simply nodded. "I like it, too."
It wasn't as awkward as he thought it would have been, sitting there, on a bench, boots digging into snow, shoulders up against each other for a patch of warmth, sharing a smoke.
Some things did came for free, who would have known.
- - -
"What?" Ruki creased his brows at Kouyou's giggles.
"You can't be serious." The blue haired said, grinning widely.
"Why?" He started to feel anger rise as the guitarist started to laugh loudly. "What's so funny?"
"I'm sorry." The tall man took a deep breath. "It's just, no one but him ever considered that ridiculous nose-thing cool."
"Why?" Ruki asked, pushing up his chin, arms crossed in front of his chest. "It's his style, he came up with it on his own, it's authentic. I like that."
Kouyou's laughter subsided. "You're really serious."
"And you're really gay." Ruki said, matter of factly, keeping his face straight.
Arms up in a pacifying manner, Kouyou kept on smiling. "No offense taken."
"None intended." There it was, a tug on the corner of his lips, ruining that stern look of his. He fished for his lighter.
"By the way." Kouyou leaned in closely, his voice a mirthful whisper. "He's blushing."
- - -
Just as their fingertips brushed and breath was held while heartbeats tried to call out for each other, they leaned in and it was far from anything expected.
Warm air gushed over Ruki's lips. It wasn't curiosity what made him move forward, he wasn't fooling around, he wasn't looking for something he had no clue of.
He hadn't been looking for anything, but now, as he faced it, he felt drunk from the mere idea that he had actually found it.
He let himself be pushed down onto the futon, blond hair tickling his forehead, tip of a tongue persuading him to take part in the shaky play of unacquainted proximity.
Then, he closed his eyes to open his heart.
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Bits and pieces and it all makes sense in my mind and I'll keep some of it for myself for a few days.
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance..?
Pairings: Ruki/Reita
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: Bits and pieces inspired by a simple time tag.
Rainchaser's Archive
__________________________________
At this age you're supposed to fall in love easily. Some do twice a week.
What were they, those he reluctantly called friends, talking about? Vague ideas blurred in drama and glitter, keeping you at arms length of grasping what that feeling was all about.
No, Ruki wasn't a young man to fall in love easily. Not while looking in the wrong directions and mislead by experience.
- - -
"You actually live here?" Akira asked, puzzled, standing in the middle of a small, cubicle room, neat and clean.
"Yeah." Ruki said quietly, hanging up their jackets.
"But.... how?"
"You don't want to know." It was a lie. As much as he knew that Akira wanted to know he wanted to tell him.
It scared him, that trust inside of him when it came to the bassist. Where ever it came from, it wasn't going back there.
- - -
"Why aren't you telling me your real first name?" The now blond inquired, his tone calm.
Ruki shook his head languidly. "It's real as it is."
"No, it's not the name you were given by your parents."
"Of course it's not." His fingers, stinging from the cold, barely managed to hold onto the cigarette he lit once he sat down next to Akira, midnight hanging over them. "I'm on my own. I picked that name for myself on my own and I'll keep it. It's me. I like it." He watched the faint smoke dance off his lips into the cold night's air, disappearing.
Akira simply nodded. "I like it, too."
It wasn't as awkward as he thought it would have been, sitting there, on a bench, boots digging into snow, shoulders up against each other for a patch of warmth, sharing a smoke.
Some things did came for free, who would have known.
- - -
"What?" Ruki creased his brows at Kouyou's giggles.
"You can't be serious." The blue haired said, grinning widely.
"Why?" He started to feel anger rise as the guitarist started to laugh loudly. "What's so funny?"
"I'm sorry." The tall man took a deep breath. "It's just, no one but him ever considered that ridiculous nose-thing cool."
"Why?" Ruki asked, pushing up his chin, arms crossed in front of his chest. "It's his style, he came up with it on his own, it's authentic. I like that."
Kouyou's laughter subsided. "You're really serious."
"And you're really gay." Ruki said, matter of factly, keeping his face straight.
Arms up in a pacifying manner, Kouyou kept on smiling. "No offense taken."
"None intended." There it was, a tug on the corner of his lips, ruining that stern look of his. He fished for his lighter.
"By the way." Kouyou leaned in closely, his voice a mirthful whisper. "He's blushing."
- - -
Just as their fingertips brushed and breath was held while heartbeats tried to call out for each other, they leaned in and it was far from anything expected.
Warm air gushed over Ruki's lips. It wasn't curiosity what made him move forward, he wasn't fooling around, he wasn't looking for something he had no clue of.
He hadn't been looking for anything, but now, as he faced it, he felt drunk from the mere idea that he had actually found it.
He let himself be pushed down onto the futon, blond hair tickling his forehead, tip of a tongue persuading him to take part in the shaky play of unacquainted proximity.
Then, he closed his eyes to open his heart.
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Bits and pieces and it all makes sense in my mind and I'll keep some of it for myself for a few days.