[Fic] Aoi/Uruha - one shot - Fruit RollUp
Title: Fruit RollUp
Author: me, slowdead
Beta: cherryrazor (thank you so so much)
Band: The Gazette
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha
Genre: very AU, fluff and romance
Rating: R
Summary: "Are you ready here or do you and that girl’s boobs need some time alone?"
Note o1: Inspired by the extra chapter in my favorite yaoi-manga SugarMilk
Note o2: I quite like how this turned out, I hope you'll like it too :)
“Aoi, come on,” Uruha whined, stuffing his hands in his coat pockets as he waited outside in front of the little store. He’d been waiting in that exact same spot, watching Aoi pick up every orange the little store had to offer for the past twenty minutes and he was more than tired of it now. He’d thought staying outside would make Aoi speed things up a little, but that was before he had learned about Aoi’s hard-on for bananas and aubergines.
“Come on!” He repeated, glaring at the other with that annoyed look Aoi liked so much, but Aoi wasn’t even looking back at him so Uruha sighed and kicked the ground a little disappointedly.
Aoi finally shot him a grin as he was putting all of his stuff in a plastic bag before paying the woman at the register. She was probably nearing her sixties and it was pretty obvious by the way she kept on worriedly glancing at Uruha that she didn’t quite agree with the way Uruha kept on yelling at Aoi from outside her fruit stand.
“Why do you always have to buy stuff, geez.” Uruha mumbled as Aoi was saying his goodbyes to the woman and stepped outside, “And not only do you want to buy stuff, but it takes ages for you to pick it out too.”
Aoi chuckled, “It’s fruit Uruha, you have to pick out the nice ones you know.” He looked into his bags appreciatively, already looking forward to sinking his teeth into the grapes.
Uruha rolled his eyes and wondered once again how Aoi’s brain worked sometimes. And why fruit of all things seemed to take up such a big place in his boyfriend’s brain. He reached forward and pulled Aoi forward by his sleeve, leading them into the busy mass of people in the little new-years eve marketplace close to Aoi’s apartment.
“It’s kinda cold, isn’t it?” Aoi mumbled, the skin on his fingers feeling tight and worn where he was still holding the plastic bags. Uruha wanted to make a smartass remark about Aoi’s coat being open and how he had been the one standing outside of that store for God knows how long and was therefore the only one entitled to complain about the weather, but before he got the chance something much more interesting crossed their path.
A gorgeous girl (and when Uruha thought a girl was gorgeous he meant it, really) walked passed them to greet her friends, she was giggling and bouncing softly, making all the delicious curvy parts of her body bounce with her. She put her arms around her friend’s neck and hugged her tightly; they both kept on giggling and squealing;
The most important thing about this whole scenario was the way her boobs were practically hanging out though. Uruha couldn’t keep from staring.
“Wow,” he mumbled, totally ignoring the eye-roll Aoi gave him. Who was Aoi again?
“I wonder why she’s wearing anything at all in the first place.” Aoi frowned, as he gave her the once over. Her legs were bare in the hotpants she wore and her bra was uncovered because the cleavage of her warm long sweater was too deep.
Uruha nodded, “Damn, I getting cold just looking at her,” he said, rubbing his hands together before putting them in his coat pockets again, but still he didn’t stop his stare from returning to the girl’s chest.
“Are you ready here or do you and that girl’s boobs need some time alone?” Aoi snorted, rocking on his heels a little as he looked around them to see if he could spot Kai anywhere. He’d been talking about maybe going to the marketplace that night.
Uruha wanted to crack a joke about warming the girl up or something when he turned to look at Aoi and saw him smiling at a group of girls. They were giggling at each other and blushing like the groups of fan girls always hanging around the karaoke-bar they worked at.
Uruha wanted to roll his eyes and snort at the scene but when Aoi waved at one of them all Uruha could do was bite the inside of his lip and glare at Aoi. Aoi who was too busy letting his ego feed on the fact he could practically make those girls faint by looking at them.
Uruha was too pissed to even notice the irony of the situation and he’d already forgotten about the whole situation as he continued burning wholes in the back of Aoi’s skull. “Dude,” he huffed, “Not cool.”
“Did you just call me dude?” Aoi snorted, turning his back to the girls. The disappointed whimpers that even Uruha could hear made Aoi smile and he was almost turning his head back to the girl when Uruha punched him on the arm.
“I’ll race you home.” The blonde murmured as Aoi softly rubbed his arm with his now free hand.
Uruha had already started sprinting before Aoi was even able to get out the wha- past his lips. He quickly picked up his bags of fruit again and ran after Uruha. “You bastard! I’m carrying bags here!” He yelled but kept running either way, trying to dodge people everywhere and hoping he didn’t know the people who got his bags banged against their stomachs and other sensitive body parts.
Once they reached the last corner there were hardly any people around anymore. Everyone was either out celebrating or inside celebrating or something that Aoi didn’t really care about. All Aoi cared about was the way Uruha’s laughter seemed to ring in the cold night sky, the way Uruha’s hair moved in the wind, and the way his jeans seemed to cling to his perfect little-
They slammed against the front door together, both panting and gasping for breath, Uruha chanting a string of hurry, hurry, hurry Aoi and Aoi dropping the content of one of the bags all over the floor as he scrambled to get the key in the lock. “Fuck I can’t-”
Once the door was unlocked and they both all but fell inside the apartment, Uruha rolled with it, letting Aoi pin him to the wall with a whimper of victory before the raven-haired one attacked his mouth. Aoi’s hand immediately went for Uruha’s backside.
“Do you even know what those jeans do to me?” He whispered into Uruha’s ear, his voice practically dripping as he panted hotly against Uruha’s neck and ear. His hands slid from the blonde’s ass to his hips and back to his legs, squeezing and rubbing and caressing the spot where Uruha’s legs met his ass, that spot that drove Aoi crazy.
Uruha started biting at Aoi’s jaw, something he’d do when he got annoyed or didn’t get what he wanted or when he was left a writhing mess trapped in-between Aoi and the wall. Yeah, he did it quite often. Aoi never complained though.
Aoi groaned and pushed up on his toes while he pulled Uruha higher up on the wall too, making Uruha even taller than he already was, making him tower over Aoi even more. Aoi loved Uruha like this, tall and panting and with that slightly snarky look on his face and all Aoi wanted to do was climb him and claim him.
When Uruha pushed off of the wall Aoi had to grip Uruha’s shirt even tighter to keep from falling, he stepped back along with his boyfriend and while his fingers were clawing at the fabric he realised how much he’d much rather have that shirt gone.
He was well on his way to pulling the garment up and off, but Uruha seemed to have other plans and was pushing his hands down to Aoi’s hips, restricting Aoi’s movements. Aoi huffed angrily against Uruha’s lips and tried pulling the shirt up again but with a little too much force, making Uruha bump against the table in the hallway and his shirt rip.
Uruha’s eyes widened and he winced sharply. “Asshole.” And he looked like he didn’t know what he should start bitching about first, his shirt or the bruise.
Aoi just started laughing against Uruha’s neck, honest and real and just there, so Uruha just took off his shirt himself, smug smile on his lips as that seemed to shut Aoi up right away.
“Fuck I want you,” Aoi mumbled heatedly, biting at Uruha’s neck sharply.
“You have me.” Uruha answered with a whisper as they tumbled onto the bed.
Aoi pushed Uruha down on the bed and crawled after him; sitting up on his knees in between Uruha’s spread legs. He leaned down and nipped at Uruha’s lips until he was clawing at Aoi’s sides.
“Mfuck.” Aoi gasped as he leaped to the side of the bed to try and find the condoms on the floor from where they had fallen out of the nightstand that morning. Uruha rolling his hips and making those sounds wasn’t making it easier for him to focus on anything.
As he pulled Uruha’s pants down to his knees before diving forward to attack the blonde’s neck again Uruha mumbled something about taking off his pants all the way for a change, but Aoi was already panting harshly in excitement, his vision swimming before him and he wondered if he could remember if this ever happened with his previous lovers. Uruha gasped and made that purring sound in the back of his throat as soon as Aoi thrust inside of him so he wasn’t really interested in remembering his previous lovers anymore.
“You probably ruined your pants now,” was the first thing Uruha said, Aoi still panting against his chest, his hands softly, mindlessly, stroking through Uruha’s hair. “Or mine.” Aoi slowly sat up on his knees, pulling Uruha’s pants all the way down carefully before plopping down next to the blonde. “Don’t fall asleep. Take your pants off.” Uruha groaned.
“Shut up about pants. Geez!.” Aoi yawned, turning over and closing his eyes immediately.
The bed next to Aoi dipped and made that squeaky sound. The reason it made that squeaky sound was because Uruha was trying his best to bounce up and down hard enough to make it squeak. Aoi leaned up on his elbows and looked down at Uruha’s smirking face with his droopy-sleepy expression. “’d you do?”
“Went to get some food and something to drink.” Uruha smirked, sliding his hand through Aoi’s unruly hair. “Hey.”
Aoi smirked, his eyes still had that sleepy hint to them but he seemed happy nonetheless. “Hi.” He mumbled, leaning down and softly kissing Uruha. “What did you drink?”
“Juice. Seven fruits of the world.”
Aoi smirked and kissed Uruha again, “Wait,” he mumbled against Uruha’s lips, licking his own lips and making a show of it, “I can only taste six of them… maybe I should try again?”
Uruha snorted and rolled his eyes. “Why do you still even try these lame pickup lines on me?”
Aoi shrugged and kissed Uruha anyway, Uruha didn’t complain anymore after that.
“Wait does that mean you drank that nasty juice from the bottle and didn’t even use my fresh frui-” and Uruha would have laughed at Aoi’s panicked expression if he hadn’t looked really really panicked and scared. “My fruit!” Aoi jumped out of the bed and started running out of the bedroom, Uruha heard him crash into at least three pieces of furniture on his way to the front door. Aoi’s footsteps were a lot louder and sounded a lot less hurried when he came back to the bedroom moments later.
“You got the bags into the apartment?”
Uruha smirked and nodded. “The moment you fell asleep.”
Aoi leaned against the door frame. “Nice of you to tell me before I ran there,” he mumbled.
Uruha rudely ignored him “Took them in right after I took off your pants.” he said, wiggling his eyebrows and smirking.
Aoi smirked and crawled into bed next to Uruha again, “I noticed.” He mumbled, rubbing his nose against Uruha’s neck, “You and those pants.” He yawned softly, using that little note of awe in his voice.
“We don’t have to work tomorrow right?”
“Nope,” Aoi mumbled, “We have a night shift on Tuesday. Hey, what time is it?”
“1.30 A.M.… happy new years dude!”
Aoi chuckled, “Happy new years dork! Now get some sleep.”
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- Thank you cherryrazor! I love you for betaing and for the title! ^_^
- I hope you liked it and comments make me incredibly happy
- Oh yeah! I joined a challenge comm and you guys can be expecting a Miyavi/Kai fic a week starting this week XD i hope you're as excited about that as i am lol
Author: me, slowdead
Beta: cherryrazor (thank you so so much)
Band: The Gazette
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha
Genre: very AU, fluff and romance
Rating: R
Summary: "Are you ready here or do you and that girl’s boobs need some time alone?"
Note o1: Inspired by the extra chapter in my favorite yaoi-manga SugarMilk
Note o2: I quite like how this turned out, I hope you'll like it too :)
“Aoi, come on,” Uruha whined, stuffing his hands in his coat pockets as he waited outside in front of the little store. He’d been waiting in that exact same spot, watching Aoi pick up every orange the little store had to offer for the past twenty minutes and he was more than tired of it now. He’d thought staying outside would make Aoi speed things up a little, but that was before he had learned about Aoi’s hard-on for bananas and aubergines.
“Come on!” He repeated, glaring at the other with that annoyed look Aoi liked so much, but Aoi wasn’t even looking back at him so Uruha sighed and kicked the ground a little disappointedly.
Aoi finally shot him a grin as he was putting all of his stuff in a plastic bag before paying the woman at the register. She was probably nearing her sixties and it was pretty obvious by the way she kept on worriedly glancing at Uruha that she didn’t quite agree with the way Uruha kept on yelling at Aoi from outside her fruit stand.
“Why do you always have to buy stuff, geez.” Uruha mumbled as Aoi was saying his goodbyes to the woman and stepped outside, “And not only do you want to buy stuff, but it takes ages for you to pick it out too.”
Aoi chuckled, “It’s fruit Uruha, you have to pick out the nice ones you know.” He looked into his bags appreciatively, already looking forward to sinking his teeth into the grapes.
Uruha rolled his eyes and wondered once again how Aoi’s brain worked sometimes. And why fruit of all things seemed to take up such a big place in his boyfriend’s brain. He reached forward and pulled Aoi forward by his sleeve, leading them into the busy mass of people in the little new-years eve marketplace close to Aoi’s apartment.
“It’s kinda cold, isn’t it?” Aoi mumbled, the skin on his fingers feeling tight and worn where he was still holding the plastic bags. Uruha wanted to make a smartass remark about Aoi’s coat being open and how he had been the one standing outside of that store for God knows how long and was therefore the only one entitled to complain about the weather, but before he got the chance something much more interesting crossed their path.
A gorgeous girl (and when Uruha thought a girl was gorgeous he meant it, really) walked passed them to greet her friends, she was giggling and bouncing softly, making all the delicious curvy parts of her body bounce with her. She put her arms around her friend’s neck and hugged her tightly; they both kept on giggling and squealing;
The most important thing about this whole scenario was the way her boobs were practically hanging out though. Uruha couldn’t keep from staring.
“Wow,” he mumbled, totally ignoring the eye-roll Aoi gave him. Who was Aoi again?
“I wonder why she’s wearing anything at all in the first place.” Aoi frowned, as he gave her the once over. Her legs were bare in the hotpants she wore and her bra was uncovered because the cleavage of her warm long sweater was too deep.
Uruha nodded, “Damn, I getting cold just looking at her,” he said, rubbing his hands together before putting them in his coat pockets again, but still he didn’t stop his stare from returning to the girl’s chest.
“Are you ready here or do you and that girl’s boobs need some time alone?” Aoi snorted, rocking on his heels a little as he looked around them to see if he could spot Kai anywhere. He’d been talking about maybe going to the marketplace that night.
Uruha wanted to crack a joke about warming the girl up or something when he turned to look at Aoi and saw him smiling at a group of girls. They were giggling at each other and blushing like the groups of fan girls always hanging around the karaoke-bar they worked at.
Uruha wanted to roll his eyes and snort at the scene but when Aoi waved at one of them all Uruha could do was bite the inside of his lip and glare at Aoi. Aoi who was too busy letting his ego feed on the fact he could practically make those girls faint by looking at them.
Uruha was too pissed to even notice the irony of the situation and he’d already forgotten about the whole situation as he continued burning wholes in the back of Aoi’s skull. “Dude,” he huffed, “Not cool.”
“Did you just call me dude?” Aoi snorted, turning his back to the girls. The disappointed whimpers that even Uruha could hear made Aoi smile and he was almost turning his head back to the girl when Uruha punched him on the arm.
“I’ll race you home.” The blonde murmured as Aoi softly rubbed his arm with his now free hand.
Uruha had already started sprinting before Aoi was even able to get out the wha- past his lips. He quickly picked up his bags of fruit again and ran after Uruha. “You bastard! I’m carrying bags here!” He yelled but kept running either way, trying to dodge people everywhere and hoping he didn’t know the people who got his bags banged against their stomachs and other sensitive body parts.
Once they reached the last corner there were hardly any people around anymore. Everyone was either out celebrating or inside celebrating or something that Aoi didn’t really care about. All Aoi cared about was the way Uruha’s laughter seemed to ring in the cold night sky, the way Uruha’s hair moved in the wind, and the way his jeans seemed to cling to his perfect little-
They slammed against the front door together, both panting and gasping for breath, Uruha chanting a string of hurry, hurry, hurry Aoi and Aoi dropping the content of one of the bags all over the floor as he scrambled to get the key in the lock. “Fuck I can’t-”
Once the door was unlocked and they both all but fell inside the apartment, Uruha rolled with it, letting Aoi pin him to the wall with a whimper of victory before the raven-haired one attacked his mouth. Aoi’s hand immediately went for Uruha’s backside.
“Do you even know what those jeans do to me?” He whispered into Uruha’s ear, his voice practically dripping as he panted hotly against Uruha’s neck and ear. His hands slid from the blonde’s ass to his hips and back to his legs, squeezing and rubbing and caressing the spot where Uruha’s legs met his ass, that spot that drove Aoi crazy.
Uruha started biting at Aoi’s jaw, something he’d do when he got annoyed or didn’t get what he wanted or when he was left a writhing mess trapped in-between Aoi and the wall. Yeah, he did it quite often. Aoi never complained though.
Aoi groaned and pushed up on his toes while he pulled Uruha higher up on the wall too, making Uruha even taller than he already was, making him tower over Aoi even more. Aoi loved Uruha like this, tall and panting and with that slightly snarky look on his face and all Aoi wanted to do was climb him and claim him.
When Uruha pushed off of the wall Aoi had to grip Uruha’s shirt even tighter to keep from falling, he stepped back along with his boyfriend and while his fingers were clawing at the fabric he realised how much he’d much rather have that shirt gone.
He was well on his way to pulling the garment up and off, but Uruha seemed to have other plans and was pushing his hands down to Aoi’s hips, restricting Aoi’s movements. Aoi huffed angrily against Uruha’s lips and tried pulling the shirt up again but with a little too much force, making Uruha bump against the table in the hallway and his shirt rip.
Uruha’s eyes widened and he winced sharply. “Asshole.” And he looked like he didn’t know what he should start bitching about first, his shirt or the bruise.
Aoi just started laughing against Uruha’s neck, honest and real and just there, so Uruha just took off his shirt himself, smug smile on his lips as that seemed to shut Aoi up right away.
“Fuck I want you,” Aoi mumbled heatedly, biting at Uruha’s neck sharply.
“You have me.” Uruha answered with a whisper as they tumbled onto the bed.
Aoi pushed Uruha down on the bed and crawled after him; sitting up on his knees in between Uruha’s spread legs. He leaned down and nipped at Uruha’s lips until he was clawing at Aoi’s sides.
“Mfuck.” Aoi gasped as he leaped to the side of the bed to try and find the condoms on the floor from where they had fallen out of the nightstand that morning. Uruha rolling his hips and making those sounds wasn’t making it easier for him to focus on anything.
As he pulled Uruha’s pants down to his knees before diving forward to attack the blonde’s neck again Uruha mumbled something about taking off his pants all the way for a change, but Aoi was already panting harshly in excitement, his vision swimming before him and he wondered if he could remember if this ever happened with his previous lovers. Uruha gasped and made that purring sound in the back of his throat as soon as Aoi thrust inside of him so he wasn’t really interested in remembering his previous lovers anymore.
“You probably ruined your pants now,” was the first thing Uruha said, Aoi still panting against his chest, his hands softly, mindlessly, stroking through Uruha’s hair. “Or mine.” Aoi slowly sat up on his knees, pulling Uruha’s pants all the way down carefully before plopping down next to the blonde. “Don’t fall asleep. Take your pants off.” Uruha groaned.
“Shut up about pants. Geez!.” Aoi yawned, turning over and closing his eyes immediately.
The bed next to Aoi dipped and made that squeaky sound. The reason it made that squeaky sound was because Uruha was trying his best to bounce up and down hard enough to make it squeak. Aoi leaned up on his elbows and looked down at Uruha’s smirking face with his droopy-sleepy expression. “’d you do?”
“Went to get some food and something to drink.” Uruha smirked, sliding his hand through Aoi’s unruly hair. “Hey.”
Aoi smirked, his eyes still had that sleepy hint to them but he seemed happy nonetheless. “Hi.” He mumbled, leaning down and softly kissing Uruha. “What did you drink?”
“Juice. Seven fruits of the world.”
Aoi smirked and kissed Uruha again, “Wait,” he mumbled against Uruha’s lips, licking his own lips and making a show of it, “I can only taste six of them… maybe I should try again?”
Uruha snorted and rolled his eyes. “Why do you still even try these lame pickup lines on me?”
Aoi shrugged and kissed Uruha anyway, Uruha didn’t complain anymore after that.
“Wait does that mean you drank that nasty juice from the bottle and didn’t even use my fresh frui-” and Uruha would have laughed at Aoi’s panicked expression if he hadn’t looked really really panicked and scared. “My fruit!” Aoi jumped out of the bed and started running out of the bedroom, Uruha heard him crash into at least three pieces of furniture on his way to the front door. Aoi’s footsteps were a lot louder and sounded a lot less hurried when he came back to the bedroom moments later.
“You got the bags into the apartment?”
Uruha smirked and nodded. “The moment you fell asleep.”
Aoi leaned against the door frame. “Nice of you to tell me before I ran there,” he mumbled.
Uruha rudely ignored him “Took them in right after I took off your pants.” he said, wiggling his eyebrows and smirking.
Aoi smirked and crawled into bed next to Uruha again, “I noticed.” He mumbled, rubbing his nose against Uruha’s neck, “You and those pants.” He yawned softly, using that little note of awe in his voice.
“We don’t have to work tomorrow right?”
“Nope,” Aoi mumbled, “We have a night shift on Tuesday. Hey, what time is it?”
“1.30 A.M.… happy new years dude!”
Aoi chuckled, “Happy new years dork! Now get some sleep.”
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- Thank you cherryrazor! I love you for betaing and for the title! ^_^
- I hope you liked it and comments make me incredibly happy
- Oh yeah! I joined a challenge comm and you guys can be expecting a Miyavi/Kai fic a week starting this week XD i hope you're as excited about that as i am lol