Fic: Not my Intention chapter 2/?
Fic: Not my Intention
Title: Not My Intention
Chapter: 2/?
Author: bbhc18
Rating: R (NC-17 later Chapter)
Genre: romance, smut
Warnings: hints of Male/Male sex, public drunkenness, authority issue, Language, violence bondage
Pairing: Tora/Reita (main pairing a lot of off the wall pairings)
Disclaimer: Boys Belong to their respective company. I own this story
Summary: After a decade of being a band The GazettE boys decided to throw a 10yr anv. Party for Alice Nine. Knowing how busy the boys of Alice Nine will be during their tenth year of being a band a pre celebration is a must. But After the drinking, having fun, Reita and Tora are left and being intoxicated Tora and Reita start sharing feeling they wouldn’t share with anyone sober.
Comments: I’m writing this see how rusty I am. Also not to mention I want to see how two guys who are Seme might act lol. I blame Puss_nd_boots & death_the_rose because how awesome there story are and written for them with <3
“Fine there you go now let’s go!” Reita smirked and flipped down his face mask, and took off into the night.
The two arrived 20 minutes later at Tora apartment. It was around midnight or a good deal after midnight. This though is nothing new to the two musicians. Always up late either recording or performing. Reita stop outside the apartment and turned off the motorcycle. The two climbed off and Reita rolled the motorcycle towards the back where Tora had a space for his own car but he doesn’t drive so he let his friend and family use it when they ever come over. It was a small brick overhang behind the three story building. Tora lived in the nicer part of town. Where he had only two other neighbors, which Reita had never met; that lived in the building with Tora. Tora watch as Reita took care of his baby. He chained the handled to the wheel and then place a bike cover overtop and then locked the bottom the cover.
“So freaking over protected. My gosh.” Tora chuckled himself, as he watches Reita lock his motorcycle up with so much love. As Reita bent down Tora eyes followed his eyes landing on a nice round arse. “Well, that’s uhm…” Tora snapped his eyes away and started to walk to the back of the building unlocking the back door to the apartments. “Hey slow poke I want a beer get over here! It’ll be fine!” Tora yelled back but not too loud. Even though his neighbors are never home, or more like he never knows when their home; he rather not disturbed them.
“Awh shut up! I’m coming.” Reita scowled at Tora. He glanced one more time at the motorcycle and ran over to Tora giving him a soft smile.
Tora and Reita walked straight to a black glossy wood door with a gold platinum one. Tora lived on the first floor with a downstairs that actually held the entrance to the street. The apartment is built on to different ground levels. If you’re entering on the street you would walked down a flight of stairs, as if you’re entering an apartment underground. As Tora unlocked the back entrance to the apartment he steps aside to let Reita in first. Reita entered and smirked at the cozy entrance. No matter how many times he comes here he really can’t believe how amazing Tora place is. You enter to a very classy and well designed sitting room. Three white couches spread spaciously in the room with a white soft glow, illminating the room. Then straight ahead is a short black wall with stairs leading downstairs to the main part of the apartment. Reita took his shoes off but picked them up and step on to the soft amber wood flooring. If he knew his junior like he does he would wonder downstairs after he hanged up his leather jacket took his shoes off and his bag.
Reita wondered farther into the room. He looked to his right and smiled and choked back a chuckle. Tora might be a hot, single, rock and roll guitarist, but the word is single. Yup a bachelor, a flat screen TV with a full round sound entertainment system. With a Wii, on oneself of the white self with another game system on the floor with two controller spread out on a black square faux fur carpet, along with a stack of pizza boxes, soda cans, and beer bottles.
Tora step up and smiled at his friend looking at the cleaned up mess of late night gaming with Saga again. Yes Saga, even though Tora calls him an asshole, a bastard, an idiot, and among other thing he’s a good friend and a band mate. Tora and Saga have planned game night, out the band they are the hardcore gamers. Tora stride his way over to Reita and tap his shoulder. Reita turned and smiled, getting the hint Tora was heading downstairs.
Tora head first down stairs and Reita followed. Reita watch as Tora descended downstairs and smirked a little tilting his head to the side. “You know it could be me, and staying up way to late but I’ve never notice how graceful Tora walk is.” Reita stop on the step and frown to himself, and shivered. “Fuck did I think what I just thought!” Mentally slapping himself he continued downstairs.
Just as breath taking as the upstairs was the downstairs was just as amazing. Straight ahead of him was Tora work space with couches, sofas, amps, guitars of all shape and colors, also with several computers and a laptop. Tora mini recording studio, this is where all of Tora’s musical magic happens. Oh along with Chicken; Tora’s social inclined cat, who just so happen to be staring at Reita on Tora office chair.
“Tora, Chicken glaring at me!” Reita sat down on the black sofa and laid his shoes on the floor and tilted his head back looking at Tora’s back in the kitchen. Tora was scrounging around in the fridge for the beers. Reita squinted watch as the bent over Tora arse move back and forth. Reita eyes widen and turned around and cough. “Yup not enough sleep!”
Tora looked over the fridge door and blush a little. Ever since Nao and Saga had been showing more affection in front of the band mates, Tora has been feeling a little more edge lately. Edgy in being more sexually frustrated, and lonely. But hopefully he can talk to Reita tonight, reason why he asked Reita hears he just needed to talk to someone, but something is feeling off.
“Ah fuck it!” Tora whispered to himself. Tora back away and shut the door with his foot and walked into the other room holding up four bottles of beer. “Who’s up for a couple?” Tora smirked at Reita who reached out and grabbed two bottles from Tora. Tora flopped on the couch beside Reita. “Hey, aren’t you going to take off your jacket. You know you’re not going anywhere to night.” Tora took a swig and leaned back into the couch and closed his eyes. Just then he heard shuffling, he cracked open one eye to see Reita standing up his back to him and in slow elegant movement strip the leather biker jacket. As Reita shrugged the Jacket off the tight sleeveless shirt he wore showed the rippling muscles. Tora bit down on his lower lip to stifles a moan. Reita had been doing weight training with Uruha and it shows. The already skinny bassist arms didn’t need to flex now to show off lean but built biceps, and triceps.
Reita threw his jacket on his shoes and flopped back on the couch and took a couple swigs of his beer. He was glad he was still wearing his nose wrap, because the blush would be too obvious to Tora. He notice at the corner of his eyes Tora looking at him and biting his lip. Yup something was off and wrong, and he didn’t like the look in Tora’s eyes. The two sat there in silence finishing off now their 9th beer, and now the two are feeling a bit tipsy and well talk able.
“Hey Sempai?” Tora ask turning his head to Reita, who was now empty his 9th beer. “Can I ask you a question?” Tora was feeling the courage now to talk about his uhm issue?
“What?” Reita got up from the couch and stumbled his way to the fridge for another beer. Tora crawled to the other end of the couch where Reita had just preoccupied and laid down and close his eyes.
“It’s a personal question.” Tora opened his eyes and saw a smiling Reita handing him a glass. “What’s that?” Tora raised an eyebrow in question.
“Mind sitting up so I can have my spot back?” Reita said. Tora sat up but not moving. Reita rolled his eyes and flopped down in the little space a tipsy Tora gave him. “This Jack and Coke. If you’re going start asking me personal question I rather be a little for drunk thank you very much.” Tora took the glass, Reita knocked them together and chugged at least half the glass and snuggled back into the couch. Tora though chugged the whole thingy. “Uhm dude what the hell is wrong? Your suppose to nurse that shit, not chugged it like you’re at some kegger!”
Tora coughed and pounded his chest a couple time. “Wooow!” Tora then started laughing and giggling like a high school girl. “Mmm, yes.” Reita slap Tora gently on the back of the head. Tora laid his head on his shoulder. “Sempai, are in love?” Tora said breathing in Reita scent.
“Why are you in love?” Reita said trying to push Tora off his shoulder. “Maybe wasn’t a wise idea to give Tora that Jack and Coke.” Tora though tried harder to snuggle closer. “Uhm Tora come on enough are you always like this?”
Tora though didn’t response vocally but instead surprised Reita by jumping on his lap his legs straddling Reita lap. Tora pinned Reita hand down by his side, and stared into Reita eyes.
“Tora. Oi get off!”
“Mmm, Sempai…I’m confuses.” Tora said slurring his words but in a dark lustful voice. “Please help me.” Tora lean in close to Reita face. Reita eyes widened.
“Tora please don’t tell me this was your intention all a long?” Reita tried to plead with a very tipsy Tora.
“S-em-pi… This is not my intention.” Tora then started to move his hips in slow circle on Reita lip creating little friction. Tora was now breathing a little heavier, panting as he increased the pressure. Tora let out a low lustful groan, coming in contact with Reita crotch.
“Tora, please stop! Lets talk!” Reita tried to lift his arms up but couldn’t. “Shit I forgot Tora is stronger when he’s drunk not to mention he’s has a bigger built.” “Tora…ahhhh.” Reita let out a small scream when Tora leaned down to his neck and started to nip playfully at his neck. Not biting hard enough to leave mark but nips Reita could feel along his jugular and veins, licking from his bites to the start of Reita jaw line, his tongue soft, slick, and rough at the same time. “ Please….” Reita couldn’t move being drunk, and now something else was stirring with in the pit of his stomach.
“A..KI…”Tora leaned up and stop even though he’s a little more than gone, he bit his tongue. It wasn’t right to call Reita by his first name. “Reita, please I can’t control myself.” Tora leaned down close to Reita face their lips mere inches from each other. “Gomen, please forgive me” Tora leaned pass Reita lips to Reita right ear. Swallowing hard, he whispered low with husky lustful voice in to Reita ear. “Akria.”
Heza: O_O; Holy Shit Tora you Move Fast!
Tora: Shut the FUCK UP! You wrote it!
Reita: ……………………………………………..
Heza: hehehe you really should never explain your drunkenness on live TV you never what will happen!
Tora: X_X Well!....forget it
Reita:……….WTF…….Why me
Heza: B/c you’re a softy…..
Reita: AM NOT….you never answer my last question WHAT ABOUT THOSE SKETECHES!
Heza: Stay tune my reader Oh you can find inspiration for Tora apartment on my deviantART!
Reita: STOP DODGING MY QEUSTION!
To be continued……
Chap 1. <<<<<< >>>>>> Chap 3