Aoiholic [ONESHOT]
Title: Aoiholic
Chapters: Oneshot
Genre: Romance.
Warnings: Angst. Drunk Uru. Wise smut scene. Fluff.
Ratings: PG-13 to NC-17
Pairings: AoixUruha
Disclaimer: I only own my imagination ♪
Synopsis: Uruha isn't addicted to alcohol. Alcohol is Uruha's love potion!
Comments: Yo, do not expect some magical story with a witch, a dwarf (although someone in the band could really match this role *coughs*) or whatever lol. Oh and no crack in there (or slightly!). It's just an inebriated Uru...For the rest, go read the story ofc!
- Uruha, listen to me! You're so drunk!
He was annoyed.
- I'm not drunk!
Aoi sighed and caught Uruha's arms before this one tried to pinch his cheeks once again. He hated when someone was pinching his cheeks. It made him think of when he was a little boy and his relatives would get all cheesy because he was the youngest son. Now pinned though, the taller kicked his right leg and Aoi groaned with anger and desperation. But Uruha was drunk and it seemed he had completely lost his hability to know if it was painful or not for the one who could receive his physical violence.
- Stop hitting me!
He binded then Uruha's arms behind his back and the blond asked, slumped.
- Why are you tying me Aoi? Is that one of your fantasy? You like this kind of games in bed?
Uruha lurched forward and Aoi staggered, the movement so sudden that it sent him crashing on to the bed.
Uruha's bed.
- Hmm...Nice.
Aoi's eyes widened. Uruha's hands were all over his chest and he couldn't supress the shaking in his voice.
- What?!
- You smell nice Aoi.
He swallowed as much saliva as he could find and took a deep breath but obviously, Uruha hadn't forgotten his cellphone in the pocket of his jeans. No, this couldn't be a cellphone...
He's even more weird when drunk.
"Are you sure you can handle him on your own Aoi?"
Why did I even propose myself, it's his birthday for fuck's sake! Of course that bastard was going to empty all the bottles of the party. Why am I babysitting my horny bandmate?!
Aoi looked down at Uruha and found his cheeks flushed, eyes closed but soon his eyelids flickered like the taller had felt the older's gaze over him. With his eyes half lidded, Uruha looked particularly funny and Aoi couldn't hide a grin in the shadowy bedroom.
It seemed Uruha's previous energy had quieted, it seemed he had found back his old drunk self.
- How do you feel? Better?
- It's all fuzzy. It's like I'm in a can of soda.
Aoi's laugh resonated but was voluntarily interrupted when he felt Uruha snuggling against his chest and that thing pressing against his thigh...
- You're warm and comfortable.
Aoi groaned in annoyance. Yes, being in this awkward position with his bandmate was annoying.
- Do you think I'm a couch or something...
This time Uruha's drunken laugh could be heard.
- A quality one.
Aoi gulped when Uruha rubbed his cheek against his chest, exactly on the area where one of his nipple could be found.
Oh God...
- You're being too affectionate.
Uruha raised his head, dark hair falling softly, smiling sleepily:
- You want to know why?
- What is it?
Uruha's index slid across Aoi's right nipple, making him shuddering.
- I like you.
Uruha was still smiling stupidly.
- Well...I like you too Ruha.
The taller shook his head, elbows now resting on Aoi's chest as if it was absolutely nothing. He grimaced and gently positionned Uruha's arms on the bed, himself sitting up.
But Uruha wasn't up to leave him alone, now straddling him graciously, long pale arms in front of him, his hands not leaving his stomach.
- I really like you. Really, really, really, really, really.
Aoi frowned.
- There are too many "really".
But Uruha continued.
- You are the smartest, nicest, most talented and handsome man I've ever known. You can play guitar like a God, you always treat me so gently, you're funny, you're gorgeous, you can play guitar, you're a great friend, you play guitar.
He then put a finger on Aoi's cheek, making him turn his head and sighed, sadness suddenly showing off.
Aoi's heart had tried to stop but it seemed it was still beating. And beating far too much according to him.
- Well...Did you mention I play guitar?
- You play guitar like me! I love that! You can almost outcome Sugizo on this matter! Almost!
Aoi nodded and laughed nervously. Paralyzed. His brain was begging him to say something, anything. But it was filled with nothingness. Blank.
- You don't like me, right?
Uruha came closer, his breath smelling of that apple vodka cocktail he had gulped down all night long.
- Uruha...I...
Hands framing his face, the kiss was wet, sweet to end up sloppy. Aoi managed to push him away to take a lungful of air, still dazed by what had happened and how Uruha took him by surprise.
- Uruha! You don't know what you're doing! You're drunk!
The man on top of him pushed him better against the mattress.
- I'm being honest.
Aoi tried to push him away but the alcohol seemed to fuel Uruha's strength and he suffocated from the countless kisses the other was showering him with. Somehow Aoi managed to capture Uruha's hands and crossed his arms so the other wouldn't try to keep him captive on this bed any further.
- Uruha, listen to me! Stop this. I'm your friend, I'm your bandmate. If someone knows what's going on right now, we could be in big trouble.
All Aoi had in mind was the band. The PS Company. Their future.
- I don't care about that! I'm bringing them what they want, they should let me love who I want to love!
Their eyes weren't meeting. In fact Uruha was spacing up, his stare for something beside Aoi, must be the blanket.
But Aoi wouldn't use full strength against his beloved bandmate, his friend. He couldn't. He looked into his eyes and the sight broke his heart. Uruha wouldn't look back at him, his arms not stroking any part of Aoi's body anymore.
Like a broken doll. Lifeless, almost.
- You're my friend, one of my best ones.
Uruha stayed still.
- You don't hang out with me anymore. You made new friends.
Aoi shook his head vehemently.
- You're still my friend Uruha...You will always be.
- That's the problem.
A throbbing ache in his head. Aoi couldn't think straight anymore. Why would it be a problem? Why Uruha was being this weird? Why was he still sitting on him, with a sad face, saying things Aoi didn't want to hear? Why?
- I thought I had a chance. How stupid...
A loud sigh and Uruha was hiding in the crook of Aoi's neck, shivering cold. At first the older wasn't up to be a comforting shoulder, he was the one who rejected him...But soon, he hugged Uruha tight and his bandmate made him regret that gesture when he felt his full lips on the skin of his neck.
- Uru...ha.
Teeth torturing, grabbing and releasing the pale flesh, the perfect shade of Aoi's skin.
- Just tonight. Just once. Do me this favour...
- WHAT?!
Aoi took a deep breath as soon as Uruha's lips were kissing his earlobe.
- What if you kill me tomorrow morning because I allowed that to happen?
- Worst case scenario is me chaining you here.
- I wonder if dying isn't better...
Aoi cried out in pain. Uruha had bitten him.
- I was joking. But could you record it or write it down? That you won't kill me or hate me for that?
Uruha sighed, or at least, that was the explanation for the warm breath blown on his neck.
- Where's your damn cellphone, record it.
Aoi was thinking of the mistake they were about to commit. He was thinking of tomorrows and how perhaps they will be filled with awkward silences and glances. He was thinking about that friendship and how much he didn't want to lose it.
He was thinking about Uruha's feelings he didn't want to stain. But that was a chance he had to take. He could still lie about it and pretend they were both drunk...
- Dear Aoi, dear bandmate from our lovable GazettE, by the blessed moon up there...
Uruha's drunken giggles echoed and Aoi rolled his eyes.
- Come on, I don't need you to perform Romeo and fucking Juliet!
Uruha ignored Aoi's comment:
- I swear I won't kill you because you're going to be Romeo fucking Juliet, I'll be Juliet.
Aoi grinned and it faded away somehow.
- It's stupid, I wouldn't kill you because I like you. Besides Ruki will kill me for killing you...
A slight pause.
- I hope I can remember everything tomorrow because otherwise, it's a pure waste. So please, let me have you tonight. Do it because I'm asking it, as your friend. Thank you.
Aoi stopped the recording option of his iPhone and stayed quiet, placing it on the nightstand while Uruha had rolled on his back, staring at his ceiling. He laid on his side, admiring Uruha's beautiful features, the contour of his nose, his plump lips, his adam's apple going up and down whenever Uruha was swallowing emptiness.
But you're beautiful.
Shyly, he reached out for Uruha's cheek and made him turn his head, their eyes meeting immediately.
Uruha had dark hair now. It gave him another aura, maybe more mysterious and less gentle than before, a strong impression.
- Kiss me.
Aoi looked dumbfounded at first, drowning into Uruha's amber orbs but soon he found the way to his lips, his road hesitant and slow but revealing deep truths.
I've always wondered how it would feel to kiss you for real, just the two of us, no show displayed for the fans. Just you and me.
Their lips were shyly stuck, he tastes like vanilla, and Aoi had a hard time pulling away, the wetness and softness of the instant taking over his entire mind, making him yearn for more.
More of Uruha.
The second kiss was all Aoi's move, a gentle hand stroking Uruha's cheek showed the other that Aoi, even at first reluctant, was now fully going for it.
As much as he didn't want to admit it, he wanted Uruha. He wanted to create a certain harmony outside than on stage when their guitars were completing each other.
Uruha gave him the chance and he was taking it.
When the gorgeous man beneath him opened his lips, Aoi explored this vaste and wonderful kingdom Uruha was.
I wish I had been the first. Your first.
- You're a great kisser. I knew you'd be great at kissing.
Aoi avoided Uruha's gaze, shaking his head with a smile, the pride reassured.
- You too.
- It's because I'm kissing you Aoi. We can't fail, we can't make it wrong. When it's you and me, we can only succeed.
Reverberating like a tidal wave, through his veins, pumping more and more blood because Uruha was taking his breath away.
Why do you unsettle me? It's ridiculous, how the slightest word or gesture from you tonight is making me feel like a 5 years old who's got his first crush.
- You're refreshing Uruha. I feel like I don't know you at all.
The full lips stretched, porcelain teeth Aoi had always loved appeared.
His smile.
- You don't know this side of me Aoi. You know the bandmate, the friend, but is left the lover...I'm sorry you'll only have tonight to know this one.
- We can't be lovers...
He closed his eyes, allowing himself to be assaulted by his senses, by Uruha's touch, his scent, the sound of his low moans and sighs. Beyond bliss.
When he was fully inside, he watched Uruha beneath and his deep breaths, he felt his nails on his sides and the shivers they created, he saw his parted mouth and heard his low whines.
And when they kissed, he found this moment magical, unreal. Their kiss was filled with tenderness and Aoi could almost taste love.
And he danced with his hips, slowly.
And soon Uruha's lips tasted like salt and Aoi let a shaking hand slide against his cheek to find it was wet.
- Ruha...What's wrong?
His beautiful hands on his butt, encouraging him to continue filling him, making him feel something more than a friend.
- Nothing...
A choked sob against Aoi's lips.
The dark haired felt his heart tightening horribly, almost regretting his choice.
- Makes me damn emotional...Don't worry.
Aoi kissed him with passion, his whisper afterwards contrasting with the way their lips crashed:
- Don't cry...
The pace fastened up, to the point Uruha forgot his feelings and focused on the inebriating pleasure Aoi was providing him, something matching all of the secret fantasies he had had about his bandmate, in some cold hotel beds at night.
The symphony of moans, Aoi thought he would always remember them. Uruha wasn't loud during the daily life, he was always calm and wouldn't let himself go out of control. But his moans were a massive turn on and Aoi found himself thinking that he wouldn't make it last if Uruha kept being this hot.
His flushed cheeks, the dark hair stuck on his face, the sweat, the way he was biting his lower lip insanely with each rough thrust...
When he came Aoi thought it had never seen something more beautiful than Uruha's face lost in the spell of an orgasm.
Uruha felt the sheet grabbed near his shoulders, Aoi's comings and goings now messy and shivered from head to toes when his moaning voice was almost choked against the skin of his neck.
The older rested against his body, catching his breath back and Uruha let his hands wander on his body, caressing the sweaty skin and breathing Aoi's scent.
- I love you.
Aoi closed his eyes, unsettled.
- You don't have to acknowledge that. I just needed to say it.
He didn't utter a single word but raised his head to kiss Uruha's lips.
Uruha grinned but Aoi didn't see.
- I'm honest Aoi.
- And a crybaby.
- I know.
- Since when do you like me?
- You don't want to know.
- I do.
- It doesn't matter.
Aoi pulled away from Uruha's warm body to lay at his side and when the younger felt strong arms bringing him closer, he smiled.
He fell asleep with Aoi's hands stroking his skin.
Aoi looked at the screen of his iPhone, Uruha's kanji appearing. A call. He stared at it until the One Piece opening ringtone stopped. He then went through all of his recorded sounds. The last ones were guitar phrases. And the one before them was a familiar voice with a drunken tone.
"Dear Aoi, dear bandmate from our lovable GazettE, by the blessed moon up there..."
Aoi smiled when he heard Uruha's laugh.
"Come on, I don't need you to perform Romeo and fucking Juliet!"
"I swear I won't kill you because you're going to be Romeo fucking Juliet, I'll be Juliet. It's stupid, I wouldn't kill you because I like you. Besides Ruki will kill me for killing you..."
A small silence.
"I hope I can remember everything tomorrow because otherwise, it's a pure waste. So please, let me have you tonight. Do it because I'm asking it, as your friend. Thank you."
Aoi closed his eyes tight, rolled on his stomach and cursed himself out loud, his voice muffled by his pillow. He was losing control slowly. He closed his eyes tighter.
He had left Uruha's bed early in the morning, his bandmate was still asleep. It was late in the afternoon now and Aoi had watched his iPhone ringing for most of the time. He didn't know if Uruha remembered. He didn't know what he even thought when he woke up, naked in his bed.
I'll tell him I was sleeping all day because of my hangover.
Loud knocks.
Aoi left his bed and knew who was behind the door.
- It's Uruha.
Bingo.
He opened the door, closed it behind his bandmate and gasped when Uruha kissed him passionately until he moved his lips against his, not caring anymore what would happen. Uruha wasn't mad. Of course not, Uruha loved him. And Aoi hated how sad he could get without this adorable man around. Uruha stuck his forehead with his and grinned at Aoi's whisper:
- You remember...
- You didn't stop me.
Aoi kept quiet, scrutinizing the other's face.
- Does this mean you're giving me a chance?
- I was keeping all of my chances for you.
There were stars in Uruha's eyes. Aoi didn't figure out they were all his reflection.
- You can't stop smiling and giggling, what the...
Uruha looked at Aoi above his cup of coffee, dancing plumes of smoke warming up his chin.
- I'm happy.
- I couldn't tell if you were indeed laughing or just making weird noises.
Uruha looked at his calendar in front of the kitchen table, at his birthday date and how this day changed his life. He smiled and didn't see Aoi reaching out to grab his cheeks and kiss him madly.
- I love you so fucking much.
Aoi said, against his lips and chuckled when he heard Uruha's adorable laugh.
It took time, but in the end, his feelings were finally acknowledged...
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I'M CHEATING 'cause this oneshot was purposely written for Aoi's birthday. At first the situation was this one: Aoi's birthday, Uruha getting himself drunk and Aoi taking care of him. I couldn't let this day go without posting this story because if I don't for Uruha, I'm not going to wait until the next 20th of january lol. Anyway, I think it's ok if I finally give all the starring to Uruha, Aoi isn't going to mind right...AND SO LONG SINCE I'VE WRITTEN FLUFFY LINES omg ♥♥♥
Chapters: Oneshot
Genre: Romance.
Warnings: Angst. Drunk Uru. Wise smut scene. Fluff.
Ratings: PG-13 to NC-17
Pairings: AoixUruha
Disclaimer: I only own my imagination ♪
Synopsis: Uruha isn't addicted to alcohol. Alcohol is Uruha's love potion!
Comments: Yo, do not expect some magical story with a witch, a dwarf (although someone in the band could really match this role *coughs*) or whatever lol. Oh and no crack in there (or slightly!). It's just an inebriated Uru...For the rest, go read the story ofc!
- Uruha, listen to me! You're so drunk!
He was annoyed.
- I'm not drunk!
Aoi sighed and caught Uruha's arms before this one tried to pinch his cheeks once again. He hated when someone was pinching his cheeks. It made him think of when he was a little boy and his relatives would get all cheesy because he was the youngest son. Now pinned though, the taller kicked his right leg and Aoi groaned with anger and desperation. But Uruha was drunk and it seemed he had completely lost his hability to know if it was painful or not for the one who could receive his physical violence.
- Stop hitting me!
He binded then Uruha's arms behind his back and the blond asked, slumped.
- Why are you tying me Aoi? Is that one of your fantasy? You like this kind of games in bed?
Uruha lurched forward and Aoi staggered, the movement so sudden that it sent him crashing on to the bed.
Uruha's bed.
- Hmm...Nice.
Aoi's eyes widened. Uruha's hands were all over his chest and he couldn't supress the shaking in his voice.
- What?!
- You smell nice Aoi.
He swallowed as much saliva as he could find and took a deep breath but obviously, Uruha hadn't forgotten his cellphone in the pocket of his jeans. No, this couldn't be a cellphone...
He's even more weird when drunk.
"Are you sure you can handle him on your own Aoi?"
Why did I even propose myself, it's his birthday for fuck's sake! Of course that bastard was going to empty all the bottles of the party. Why am I babysitting my horny bandmate?!
Aoi looked down at Uruha and found his cheeks flushed, eyes closed but soon his eyelids flickered like the taller had felt the older's gaze over him. With his eyes half lidded, Uruha looked particularly funny and Aoi couldn't hide a grin in the shadowy bedroom.
It seemed Uruha's previous energy had quieted, it seemed he had found back his old drunk self.
- How do you feel? Better?
- It's all fuzzy. It's like I'm in a can of soda.
Aoi's laugh resonated but was voluntarily interrupted when he felt Uruha snuggling against his chest and that thing pressing against his thigh...
- You're warm and comfortable.
Aoi groaned in annoyance. Yes, being in this awkward position with his bandmate was annoying.
- Do you think I'm a couch or something...
This time Uruha's drunken laugh could be heard.
- A quality one.
Aoi gulped when Uruha rubbed his cheek against his chest, exactly on the area where one of his nipple could be found.
Oh God...
- You're being too affectionate.
Uruha raised his head, dark hair falling softly, smiling sleepily:
- You want to know why?
- What is it?
Uruha's index slid across Aoi's right nipple, making him shuddering.
- I like you.
Uruha was still smiling stupidly.
- Well...I like you too Ruha.
The taller shook his head, elbows now resting on Aoi's chest as if it was absolutely nothing. He grimaced and gently positionned Uruha's arms on the bed, himself sitting up.
But Uruha wasn't up to leave him alone, now straddling him graciously, long pale arms in front of him, his hands not leaving his stomach.
- I really like you. Really, really, really, really, really.
Aoi frowned.
- There are too many "really".
But Uruha continued.
- You are the smartest, nicest, most talented and handsome man I've ever known. You can play guitar like a God, you always treat me so gently, you're funny, you're gorgeous, you can play guitar, you're a great friend, you play guitar.
He then put a finger on Aoi's cheek, making him turn his head and sighed, sadness suddenly showing off.
Aoi's heart had tried to stop but it seemed it was still beating. And beating far too much according to him.
- Well...Did you mention I play guitar?
- You play guitar like me! I love that! You can almost outcome Sugizo on this matter! Almost!
Aoi nodded and laughed nervously. Paralyzed. His brain was begging him to say something, anything. But it was filled with nothingness. Blank.
- You don't like me, right?
Uruha came closer, his breath smelling of that apple vodka cocktail he had gulped down all night long.
- Uruha...I...
Hands framing his face, the kiss was wet, sweet to end up sloppy. Aoi managed to push him away to take a lungful of air, still dazed by what had happened and how Uruha took him by surprise.
- Uruha! You don't know what you're doing! You're drunk!
The man on top of him pushed him better against the mattress.
- I'm being honest.
Aoi tried to push him away but the alcohol seemed to fuel Uruha's strength and he suffocated from the countless kisses the other was showering him with. Somehow Aoi managed to capture Uruha's hands and crossed his arms so the other wouldn't try to keep him captive on this bed any further.
- Uruha, listen to me! Stop this. I'm your friend, I'm your bandmate. If someone knows what's going on right now, we could be in big trouble.
All Aoi had in mind was the band. The PS Company. Their future.
- I don't care about that! I'm bringing them what they want, they should let me love who I want to love!
Their eyes weren't meeting. In fact Uruha was spacing up, his stare for something beside Aoi, must be the blanket.
But Aoi wouldn't use full strength against his beloved bandmate, his friend. He couldn't. He looked into his eyes and the sight broke his heart. Uruha wouldn't look back at him, his arms not stroking any part of Aoi's body anymore.
Like a broken doll. Lifeless, almost.
- You're my friend, one of my best ones.
Uruha stayed still.
- You don't hang out with me anymore. You made new friends.
Aoi shook his head vehemently.
- You're still my friend Uruha...You will always be.
- That's the problem.
A throbbing ache in his head. Aoi couldn't think straight anymore. Why would it be a problem? Why Uruha was being this weird? Why was he still sitting on him, with a sad face, saying things Aoi didn't want to hear? Why?
- I thought I had a chance. How stupid...
A loud sigh and Uruha was hiding in the crook of Aoi's neck, shivering cold. At first the older wasn't up to be a comforting shoulder, he was the one who rejected him...But soon, he hugged Uruha tight and his bandmate made him regret that gesture when he felt his full lips on the skin of his neck.
- Uru...ha.
Teeth torturing, grabbing and releasing the pale flesh, the perfect shade of Aoi's skin.
- Just tonight. Just once. Do me this favour...
- WHAT?!
Aoi took a deep breath as soon as Uruha's lips were kissing his earlobe.
- What if you kill me tomorrow morning because I allowed that to happen?
- Worst case scenario is me chaining you here.
- I wonder if dying isn't better...
Aoi cried out in pain. Uruha had bitten him.
- I was joking. But could you record it or write it down? That you won't kill me or hate me for that?
Uruha sighed, or at least, that was the explanation for the warm breath blown on his neck.
- Where's your damn cellphone, record it.
Aoi was thinking of the mistake they were about to commit. He was thinking of tomorrows and how perhaps they will be filled with awkward silences and glances. He was thinking about that friendship and how much he didn't want to lose it.
He was thinking about Uruha's feelings he didn't want to stain. But that was a chance he had to take. He could still lie about it and pretend they were both drunk...
- Dear Aoi, dear bandmate from our lovable GazettE, by the blessed moon up there...
Uruha's drunken giggles echoed and Aoi rolled his eyes.
- Come on, I don't need you to perform Romeo and fucking Juliet!
Uruha ignored Aoi's comment:
- I swear I won't kill you because you're going to be Romeo fucking Juliet, I'll be Juliet.
Aoi grinned and it faded away somehow.
- It's stupid, I wouldn't kill you because I like you. Besides Ruki will kill me for killing you...
A slight pause.
- I hope I can remember everything tomorrow because otherwise, it's a pure waste. So please, let me have you tonight. Do it because I'm asking it, as your friend. Thank you.
Aoi stopped the recording option of his iPhone and stayed quiet, placing it on the nightstand while Uruha had rolled on his back, staring at his ceiling. He laid on his side, admiring Uruha's beautiful features, the contour of his nose, his plump lips, his adam's apple going up and down whenever Uruha was swallowing emptiness.
But you're beautiful.
Shyly, he reached out for Uruha's cheek and made him turn his head, their eyes meeting immediately.
Uruha had dark hair now. It gave him another aura, maybe more mysterious and less gentle than before, a strong impression.
- Kiss me.
Aoi looked dumbfounded at first, drowning into Uruha's amber orbs but soon he found the way to his lips, his road hesitant and slow but revealing deep truths.
I've always wondered how it would feel to kiss you for real, just the two of us, no show displayed for the fans. Just you and me.
Their lips were shyly stuck, he tastes like vanilla, and Aoi had a hard time pulling away, the wetness and softness of the instant taking over his entire mind, making him yearn for more.
More of Uruha.
The second kiss was all Aoi's move, a gentle hand stroking Uruha's cheek showed the other that Aoi, even at first reluctant, was now fully going for it.
As much as he didn't want to admit it, he wanted Uruha. He wanted to create a certain harmony outside than on stage when their guitars were completing each other.
Uruha gave him the chance and he was taking it.
When the gorgeous man beneath him opened his lips, Aoi explored this vaste and wonderful kingdom Uruha was.
I wish I had been the first. Your first.
- You're a great kisser. I knew you'd be great at kissing.
Aoi avoided Uruha's gaze, shaking his head with a smile, the pride reassured.
- You too.
- It's because I'm kissing you Aoi. We can't fail, we can't make it wrong. When it's you and me, we can only succeed.
Reverberating like a tidal wave, through his veins, pumping more and more blood because Uruha was taking his breath away.
Why do you unsettle me? It's ridiculous, how the slightest word or gesture from you tonight is making me feel like a 5 years old who's got his first crush.
- You're refreshing Uruha. I feel like I don't know you at all.
The full lips stretched, porcelain teeth Aoi had always loved appeared.
His smile.
- You don't know this side of me Aoi. You know the bandmate, the friend, but is left the lover...I'm sorry you'll only have tonight to know this one.
- We can't be lovers...
He closed his eyes, allowing himself to be assaulted by his senses, by Uruha's touch, his scent, the sound of his low moans and sighs. Beyond bliss.
When he was fully inside, he watched Uruha beneath and his deep breaths, he felt his nails on his sides and the shivers they created, he saw his parted mouth and heard his low whines.
And when they kissed, he found this moment magical, unreal. Their kiss was filled with tenderness and Aoi could almost taste love.
And he danced with his hips, slowly.
And soon Uruha's lips tasted like salt and Aoi let a shaking hand slide against his cheek to find it was wet.
- Ruha...What's wrong?
His beautiful hands on his butt, encouraging him to continue filling him, making him feel something more than a friend.
- Nothing...
A choked sob against Aoi's lips.
The dark haired felt his heart tightening horribly, almost regretting his choice.
- Makes me damn emotional...Don't worry.
Aoi kissed him with passion, his whisper afterwards contrasting with the way their lips crashed:
- Don't cry...
The pace fastened up, to the point Uruha forgot his feelings and focused on the inebriating pleasure Aoi was providing him, something matching all of the secret fantasies he had had about his bandmate, in some cold hotel beds at night.
The symphony of moans, Aoi thought he would always remember them. Uruha wasn't loud during the daily life, he was always calm and wouldn't let himself go out of control. But his moans were a massive turn on and Aoi found himself thinking that he wouldn't make it last if Uruha kept being this hot.
His flushed cheeks, the dark hair stuck on his face, the sweat, the way he was biting his lower lip insanely with each rough thrust...
When he came Aoi thought it had never seen something more beautiful than Uruha's face lost in the spell of an orgasm.
Uruha felt the sheet grabbed near his shoulders, Aoi's comings and goings now messy and shivered from head to toes when his moaning voice was almost choked against the skin of his neck.
The older rested against his body, catching his breath back and Uruha let his hands wander on his body, caressing the sweaty skin and breathing Aoi's scent.
- I love you.
Aoi closed his eyes, unsettled.
- You don't have to acknowledge that. I just needed to say it.
He didn't utter a single word but raised his head to kiss Uruha's lips.
Uruha grinned but Aoi didn't see.
- I'm honest Aoi.
- And a crybaby.
- I know.
- Since when do you like me?
- You don't want to know.
- I do.
- It doesn't matter.
Aoi pulled away from Uruha's warm body to lay at his side and when the younger felt strong arms bringing him closer, he smiled.
He fell asleep with Aoi's hands stroking his skin.
Aoi looked at the screen of his iPhone, Uruha's kanji appearing. A call. He stared at it until the One Piece opening ringtone stopped. He then went through all of his recorded sounds. The last ones were guitar phrases. And the one before them was a familiar voice with a drunken tone.
"Dear Aoi, dear bandmate from our lovable GazettE, by the blessed moon up there..."
Aoi smiled when he heard Uruha's laugh.
"Come on, I don't need you to perform Romeo and fucking Juliet!"
"I swear I won't kill you because you're going to be Romeo fucking Juliet, I'll be Juliet. It's stupid, I wouldn't kill you because I like you. Besides Ruki will kill me for killing you..."
A small silence.
"I hope I can remember everything tomorrow because otherwise, it's a pure waste. So please, let me have you tonight. Do it because I'm asking it, as your friend. Thank you."
Aoi closed his eyes tight, rolled on his stomach and cursed himself out loud, his voice muffled by his pillow. He was losing control slowly. He closed his eyes tighter.
He had left Uruha's bed early in the morning, his bandmate was still asleep. It was late in the afternoon now and Aoi had watched his iPhone ringing for most of the time. He didn't know if Uruha remembered. He didn't know what he even thought when he woke up, naked in his bed.
I'll tell him I was sleeping all day because of my hangover.
Loud knocks.
Aoi left his bed and knew who was behind the door.
- It's Uruha.
Bingo.
He opened the door, closed it behind his bandmate and gasped when Uruha kissed him passionately until he moved his lips against his, not caring anymore what would happen. Uruha wasn't mad. Of course not, Uruha loved him. And Aoi hated how sad he could get without this adorable man around. Uruha stuck his forehead with his and grinned at Aoi's whisper:
- You remember...
- You didn't stop me.
Aoi kept quiet, scrutinizing the other's face.
- Does this mean you're giving me a chance?
- I was keeping all of my chances for you.
There were stars in Uruha's eyes. Aoi didn't figure out they were all his reflection.
- You can't stop smiling and giggling, what the...
Uruha looked at Aoi above his cup of coffee, dancing plumes of smoke warming up his chin.
- I'm happy.
- I couldn't tell if you were indeed laughing or just making weird noises.
Uruha looked at his calendar in front of the kitchen table, at his birthday date and how this day changed his life. He smiled and didn't see Aoi reaching out to grab his cheeks and kiss him madly.
- I love you so fucking much.
Aoi said, against his lips and chuckled when he heard Uruha's adorable laugh.
It took time, but in the end, his feelings were finally acknowledged...
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I'M CHEATING 'cause this oneshot was purposely written for Aoi's birthday. At first the situation was this one: Aoi's birthday, Uruha getting himself drunk and Aoi taking care of him. I couldn't let this day go without posting this story because if I don't for Uruha, I'm not going to wait until the next 20th of january lol. Anyway, I think it's ok if I finally give all the starring to Uruha, Aoi isn't going to mind right...AND SO LONG SINCE I'VE WRITTEN FLUFFY LINES omg ♥♥♥