[FIC] - To Gaze - Hiroto/Uruha - PG-13 - Oneshot
Title: To Gaze
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst-ish
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha, mentions of others
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: This- I- Uhm.... just read it.
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"I walked in on Nao and Tora today." Hiroto said, giggling a little. He was lying on his king sized bed beneath a roof of windows. The perfect view into the night's sky with no need to bother about getting dressed to fight the cold winter outside when he could lie here, naked, wrapped in warm blankets.
"Was it hot?" Uruha asked, snorting into his last glass of Pfirsich Wein.
"Do you really want to know the details?" Hiroto looked up at the man who was leaned against the headboard.
"Guess not." He laughed and ruffled the brown tuft of the smaller man. "Where did you get this? It's delicious."
"A German liquor shop. I had no idea what it is, but the peaches on the cover seemed promising."
"You really need to give me the address." He drank the last gulp, enjoying the sweetness on his tongue and hummed. Uruha placed the empty glass on the nightstand and bend down to kiss the younger, sharing the taste. Hiroto wrapped his arms around the blond's neck and pulled him closer. This kiss wasn't about sex, it was more about comfort. With a sigh they parted and Uruha aligned their bodies, placing his head on a firm shoulder and looked up at the starry sky.
"Aoi and Reita are having one of their sleepovers in the studio this night. I saw them getting upstairs when I left."
"Still in denial?"
"Yeah, but I don't know why. They are damn loud." The blond laughed.
"Not all couples walk tall like Saga and Shou, you know." Hiroto said, one hand playing with Uruha's messy hair.
"Those two don't count, anyway, they live in their own little world." He shook his head, thinking about them.
"Hm?" Hiroto questioned, tearing his eyes from the stars above him to look at the taller.
"You know what I mean." Absentmindedly, he drew patterns on Hiroto's chest beneath the covers.
"I'm jealous." The voice was low.
"Of whom?"
"My band. Everyone is in love but me." Eyes went back to the stars to cool down his mind. It had always helped him to handle his temper, to sooth his thoughts running wild.
"You could fall in love with me." Uruha purred and wrapped a leg around one of Hiroto's.
"You're confusing good sex with love again." He didn't move, just kept glancing up.
"You can have both." An arm wound around the brunette's middle.
He closed his eyes as Uruha kissed him again, responding to the soft touches of lips against lips. He was returning to Uruha over and over and over again, knowing the tall guitarist would never turn him down. He didn't need the expensive peach wine or a pick up line, just his honest wish to not be alone. And the blond would be there, kissing him like in this very moment, making Hiroto forget his yearn for love. Like he could sate the younger in more than one way. But when he was gone, Hiroto would feel it again, the empty spot in his heart.
He was blind.
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Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst-ish
Pairings: Hiroto/Uruha, mentions of others
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: This- I- Uhm.... just read it.
Rainchaser's Archive
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"I walked in on Nao and Tora today." Hiroto said, giggling a little. He was lying on his king sized bed beneath a roof of windows. The perfect view into the night's sky with no need to bother about getting dressed to fight the cold winter outside when he could lie here, naked, wrapped in warm blankets.
"Was it hot?" Uruha asked, snorting into his last glass of Pfirsich Wein.
"Do you really want to know the details?" Hiroto looked up at the man who was leaned against the headboard.
"Guess not." He laughed and ruffled the brown tuft of the smaller man. "Where did you get this? It's delicious."
"A German liquor shop. I had no idea what it is, but the peaches on the cover seemed promising."
"You really need to give me the address." He drank the last gulp, enjoying the sweetness on his tongue and hummed. Uruha placed the empty glass on the nightstand and bend down to kiss the younger, sharing the taste. Hiroto wrapped his arms around the blond's neck and pulled him closer. This kiss wasn't about sex, it was more about comfort. With a sigh they parted and Uruha aligned their bodies, placing his head on a firm shoulder and looked up at the starry sky.
"Aoi and Reita are having one of their sleepovers in the studio this night. I saw them getting upstairs when I left."
"Still in denial?"
"Yeah, but I don't know why. They are damn loud." The blond laughed.
"Not all couples walk tall like Saga and Shou, you know." Hiroto said, one hand playing with Uruha's messy hair.
"Those two don't count, anyway, they live in their own little world." He shook his head, thinking about them.
"Hm?" Hiroto questioned, tearing his eyes from the stars above him to look at the taller.
"You know what I mean." Absentmindedly, he drew patterns on Hiroto's chest beneath the covers.
"I'm jealous." The voice was low.
"Of whom?"
"My band. Everyone is in love but me." Eyes went back to the stars to cool down his mind. It had always helped him to handle his temper, to sooth his thoughts running wild.
"You could fall in love with me." Uruha purred and wrapped a leg around one of Hiroto's.
"You're confusing good sex with love again." He didn't move, just kept glancing up.
"You can have both." An arm wound around the brunette's middle.
He closed his eyes as Uruha kissed him again, responding to the soft touches of lips against lips. He was returning to Uruha over and over and over again, knowing the tall guitarist would never turn him down. He didn't need the expensive peach wine or a pick up line, just his honest wish to not be alone. And the blond would be there, kissing him like in this very moment, making Hiroto forget his yearn for love. Like he could sate the younger in more than one way. But when he was gone, Hiroto would feel it again, the empty spot in his heart.
He was blind.
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Unfluffy D: