fic: OT5 word vomit
or more aptly titled: Four Things Aoi Made Them Do, One Thing They Made Him Do, and One Thing They Got That They All Wanted
853w; g
all of them gazors
How Aoi remembers it, he was bored.
How Ruki remembers it.
He was sitting on his bed smoking a cigarette, someone’s creation (possibly Uruha’s) blaring through his headphones as his free hand scribbled possible lyrics. He almost didn’t hear the phone.
“What are you doing?” Ruki swore he had the most annoying voice. It was cocky and smooth and nasally and…Aoi. Why was Aoi calling him?
“Writing some songs.”
“Let’s go to the movies.” What was even more annoying is that Ruki could never say no.
“I’m writing.”
“You’re bored, I’m bored, we’ll go to the movies, watch a scary one so you can get inspiration, and possibly have drunken sex sometime later.” They never had drunken sex. Ruki could always hope though. Probably the reason he never said no.
“Fine.”
He ended up spilling his drink all over Aoi’s shirt when something crawled over his foot into the theatre. Aoi still thinks its because that’s when the girl got her head chopped off in the movie.
Ruki lets him laugh at him because when he smiles and laughs his lips are perfect.
How Reita remembers it.
He ran into Aoi at the convenience store, he was buying gum.
He remembers that he held the door open for the taller man, because Aoi wasn’t paying attention, to intent on opening his gum.
When they were safely outside he popped a piece into his mouth. Reita couldn’t help but stare. Aoi had nice lips.
“So where are you headed?”
“Nowhere” Aoi blew a bubble, it popped and got stuck on his nose. He laughed his infectious laugh and Reita looked away. “Wanna go bowling?”
“Bowling…”
“Sure, it’s our day off, I’m bored, I’ve got a whole pack of gum, and it’s easier for me to bowl when I’m chewing on something.” Reita didn’t understand this logic.
“Right, and Uruha’s giving out free blowjobs down at the homeless shelter.”
“...”
“Right, bowling it is then.” Aoi never did quite get Reita’s humor, but when he smiled Reita figured that was ok.
Reita lost the game. Some way or another they’d ended up placing bets and it was his responsibility to get Uruha drunk and convince him to get a butterfly tattoo.
How Kai remembers it.
Actually, Kai doesn’t remember it, but what Aoi told him later was….
(It was Kai’s birthday and they took him to a strip club where he had more than his fair share of inebriating substances. That was the plan apparently.
Aoi, being the eldest, the soberest, the most bored, took him home and they had a nice philosophical discussion about rabbits and where they come from before Kai was singing to his toilet and Aoi was looking for painkillers.)
He does remember waking up and staring at Aoi’s lips, wondering how they got there and if it would be ok to kiss them.
How Uruha remembers it.
He was dropping off sheets, something Aoi’d written and he’d looked over. At least he thought he was, but nobody was answering the door.
As soon as he turned to leave he heard the door open wide, air whooshing in and music pouring out.
“Sorry!” Aoi shouted above the noise, waving Uruha inside while he ran to turn it down.
“Why are you covered in paint?”
“I’m painting.” Sometimes Uruha wondered if Aoi made it hard for him to start a conversation on purpose.
“Black?”
“Here” Aoi thrust a paintbrush at him “I’m only halfway done and I was planning a movie night, I need to finish.”
Uruha just stood there.
“Come on Ducky, I don’t have all day.”
Uruha dipped his brush in the paint and flicked it at Aoi, he resented that name.
Half an hour later they were covered in paint, luckily so were the walls. Uruha was laughing and Aoi was trying to wipe paint off his face.
“You know this is poisonous, I could die.”
“You won’t die.” Uruha grabbed a towel and wiped some from across Aoi’s mouth, lingering there a bit longer than he should have.”Anyway, have fun with your movie night.”
“Didn’t I invite you? It would be boring by myself.”
Uruha thinks Aoi is too oblivious....
But back to how Aoi remembers it.
He was sleeping. They were on tour and he’d stretched out on the back seat of the van, snuggled in an old blanket.
Ruki made his way back with his pillow and sat on the floor leaning against the seat. Ruki never cared about safety.
Aoi’s foot was by his head, he put his pillow on it, curled up and dozed off.
Reita had already been sitting next to Aoi but had squished himself against the window when the other man began to lean over. Now Aoi’s head was in his lap, he sighed against the window and threaded his fingers through his hair.
Kai climbed over Ruki and stretched his legs against Aoi’s, leaning against the opposite window and trying to steal warmth from the blanket.
Uruha sat on his stomach.
Aoi would wake up later in a pile. He would smile, and kiss all of them goodnight.
They won’t remember it.
853w; g
all of them gazors
How Aoi remembers it, he was bored.
How Ruki remembers it.
He was sitting on his bed smoking a cigarette, someone’s creation (possibly Uruha’s) blaring through his headphones as his free hand scribbled possible lyrics. He almost didn’t hear the phone.
“What are you doing?” Ruki swore he had the most annoying voice. It was cocky and smooth and nasally and…Aoi. Why was Aoi calling him?
“Writing some songs.”
“Let’s go to the movies.” What was even more annoying is that Ruki could never say no.
“I’m writing.”
“You’re bored, I’m bored, we’ll go to the movies, watch a scary one so you can get inspiration, and possibly have drunken sex sometime later.” They never had drunken sex. Ruki could always hope though. Probably the reason he never said no.
“Fine.”
He ended up spilling his drink all over Aoi’s shirt when something crawled over his foot into the theatre. Aoi still thinks its because that’s when the girl got her head chopped off in the movie.
Ruki lets him laugh at him because when he smiles and laughs his lips are perfect.
How Reita remembers it.
He ran into Aoi at the convenience store, he was buying gum.
He remembers that he held the door open for the taller man, because Aoi wasn’t paying attention, to intent on opening his gum.
When they were safely outside he popped a piece into his mouth. Reita couldn’t help but stare. Aoi had nice lips.
“So where are you headed?”
“Nowhere” Aoi blew a bubble, it popped and got stuck on his nose. He laughed his infectious laugh and Reita looked away. “Wanna go bowling?”
“Bowling…”
“Sure, it’s our day off, I’m bored, I’ve got a whole pack of gum, and it’s easier for me to bowl when I’m chewing on something.” Reita didn’t understand this logic.
“Right, and Uruha’s giving out free blowjobs down at the homeless shelter.”
“...”
“Right, bowling it is then.” Aoi never did quite get Reita’s humor, but when he smiled Reita figured that was ok.
Reita lost the game. Some way or another they’d ended up placing bets and it was his responsibility to get Uruha drunk and convince him to get a butterfly tattoo.
How Kai remembers it.
Actually, Kai doesn’t remember it, but what Aoi told him later was….
(It was Kai’s birthday and they took him to a strip club where he had more than his fair share of inebriating substances. That was the plan apparently.
Aoi, being the eldest, the soberest, the most bored, took him home and they had a nice philosophical discussion about rabbits and where they come from before Kai was singing to his toilet and Aoi was looking for painkillers.)
He does remember waking up and staring at Aoi’s lips, wondering how they got there and if it would be ok to kiss them.
How Uruha remembers it.
He was dropping off sheets, something Aoi’d written and he’d looked over. At least he thought he was, but nobody was answering the door.
As soon as he turned to leave he heard the door open wide, air whooshing in and music pouring out.
“Sorry!” Aoi shouted above the noise, waving Uruha inside while he ran to turn it down.
“Why are you covered in paint?”
“I’m painting.” Sometimes Uruha wondered if Aoi made it hard for him to start a conversation on purpose.
“Black?”
“Here” Aoi thrust a paintbrush at him “I’m only halfway done and I was planning a movie night, I need to finish.”
Uruha just stood there.
“Come on Ducky, I don’t have all day.”
Uruha dipped his brush in the paint and flicked it at Aoi, he resented that name.
Half an hour later they were covered in paint, luckily so were the walls. Uruha was laughing and Aoi was trying to wipe paint off his face.
“You know this is poisonous, I could die.”
“You won’t die.” Uruha grabbed a towel and wiped some from across Aoi’s mouth, lingering there a bit longer than he should have.”Anyway, have fun with your movie night.”
“Didn’t I invite you? It would be boring by myself.”
Uruha thinks Aoi is too oblivious....
But back to how Aoi remembers it.
He was sleeping. They were on tour and he’d stretched out on the back seat of the van, snuggled in an old blanket.
Ruki made his way back with his pillow and sat on the floor leaning against the seat. Ruki never cared about safety.
Aoi’s foot was by his head, he put his pillow on it, curled up and dozed off.
Reita had already been sitting next to Aoi but had squished himself against the window when the other man began to lean over. Now Aoi’s head was in his lap, he sighed against the window and threaded his fingers through his hair.
Kai climbed over Ruki and stretched his legs against Aoi’s, leaning against the opposite window and trying to steal warmth from the blanket.
Uruha sat on his stomach.
Aoi would wake up later in a pile. He would smile, and kiss all of them goodnight.
They won’t remember it.