Ogre - Aoi/Uruha
Chapters: Oneshot
Genre: Humour
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Uruha was no sleeping beauty.
Disclaimer: I'm in no way affiliated with the GazettE or PS Company.
Characters are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental.
Aoi finished saying goodbye to their manager, having a pleasant dinner with the man earlier, and was on his way to the garage where he left his car when he bumped into Shin, Uruha and Sakito on their way to a bar. He had to be in the studio early next morning but it had been long since he last saw Shin. Passing each other in hallways, exchanging pleasantries on the run didn't count. It has been even longer since he went out drinking with Uruha. He accepted their offer to join them.
He ordered orange juice. He was grumpy and worth for nothing when hangover and they were on a tight schedule. As usual. After some thought Uruha ordered the same. He answered two pairs of questioning eyebrows, Shin's and Sakito's, with a declaration that he wasn't drinking that night. He had to be early in the studio with Aoi, they needed to do some tone quality adjustments before Aoi could start with his part of recording. Of course Aoi knew Uruha better than that.
Quickly finishing his first and second round of orange juice, rest of them still nursing their first drinks, Uruha reasoned that orange juice wasn't sitting well with him and he might as well have a shot of vodka for their next one. Only one, to calm his stomach.
Second and third shot followed before Uruha switched to doubles and Aoi lost count altogether. Not that he was worried. Uruha could handle his liquor, he wasn't lightweight like Aoi. Aoi's measure usually was four beers, sometimes five or six when he was in a particularly excellent form. But most of the times he would start feeling sick to his stomach halfway through his fourth beer and not being too fond of throwing up his insides later, unlike Uruha who was the professional of pushing two fingers down his throat and continuing partying afterwards, he usually stopped his drinking for the night. He was perfectly content feeling cheerful but retaining his higher brain functions, even if not in full control of his body movements. And of course he never cried when being drunk like Uruha enjoyed saying! Uruha was so full of shit sometimes.
He had serious objections to Shin and Sakito leaving him stranded with Uruha because they thought it would be only logical for him to be taking drunken Uruha home. So what if they were in a band together! That didn’t mean his hammered ass should be Aoi’s concern.
Uruha was singing, very loudly too, on their way to a parking garage. At times like these Aoi had to fight back the urge to strangle him. He hurried his steps, avoiding eye contact with innocent passersby. Not that he had to try very hard. Most people on the streets pretended to be blind to drunken fools especially when they were making a horrible racket, like Uruha did right now, while stumbling on their way around.
He helped Uruha out of the car and pointed him towards the entrance. He just wanted to crash into his bed and sleep for a few remaining hours of the night. But his car seemed to have other plans for him. It refused to start up again. No matter how many times Aoi turned the key, how much he begged and pleaded, his car refused to come back to life. Leaving Aoi stranded for the second time that evening. He checked the time on his cell phone, last train has left half an hour ago. He scrolled through his phonebook, only to change his mind once he found Shin's number. He didn't feel comfortable bothering Shin, halfway across the town, maybe even already at home, to come and pick him up.
Uruha's keys seemed to be fighting a losing battle against the door lock. His eyes glittered seeing Aoi again. He cheered happily once Aoi managed to find, through method of trial and error, the key that unlocked Uruha's front door.
Uruha's couch, and the whole living room for that matter, was a mess. A huge mess of note sheets, guitar strings, picks, not one, but two guitars and a can of beer here and there. Aoi didn't dare clearing the couch for himself. It all might be just a huge pile of crap, but if it was actually something important, knowing Uruha it might even be the case, Uruha will be pissed at Aoi for cleaning his shit.
Aoi didn't see any other option but to sleep in bed next to Uruha. He reasoned that it won't be that big of a deal. It was king sized bed after all. Two men could easily fit in there without actually touching one another.
Sometimes during the night Aoi was awoken to the feeling of Uruha snuggling against his back. He didn't drape his arm or throw his leg around Aoi, just nestled closer, probably drawn by the feeling of a warm body next to him. Aoi tried to push him to his side of the bed again jabbing his elbow in between Uruha's ribs. It didn't help.
He decided to just let Uruha be. He supposed he should be grateful Uruha didn't mistake him for some hot piece of ass he took home with him and started grabbing his chest or rubbing his hard on against his leg in his sleep. Uruha's head nuzzled against Aoi's neck his foul breath nearly suffocating him. Uruha didn't bother brushing his teeth, just throwing himself on the bed, while Aoi actually spent some time inside Uruha's bathroom rubbing a bit of toothpaste with his finger across his teeth. Aoi buried his nose in one of Uruha’s pillows. Smelling Uruha’s scent on it and feeling Uruha’s leg hairs pricking his calf Aoi had to admit to himself that it felt kind of nice. Just before falling asleep again.
Genre: Humour
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Uruha was no sleeping beauty.
Disclaimer: I'm in no way affiliated with the GazettE or PS Company.
Characters are fictional. Any resemblance to actual people is purely coincidental.
Aoi finished saying goodbye to their manager, having a pleasant dinner with the man earlier, and was on his way to the garage where he left his car when he bumped into Shin, Uruha and Sakito on their way to a bar. He had to be in the studio early next morning but it had been long since he last saw Shin. Passing each other in hallways, exchanging pleasantries on the run didn't count. It has been even longer since he went out drinking with Uruha. He accepted their offer to join them.
He ordered orange juice. He was grumpy and worth for nothing when hangover and they were on a tight schedule. As usual. After some thought Uruha ordered the same. He answered two pairs of questioning eyebrows, Shin's and Sakito's, with a declaration that he wasn't drinking that night. He had to be early in the studio with Aoi, they needed to do some tone quality adjustments before Aoi could start with his part of recording. Of course Aoi knew Uruha better than that.
Quickly finishing his first and second round of orange juice, rest of them still nursing their first drinks, Uruha reasoned that orange juice wasn't sitting well with him and he might as well have a shot of vodka for their next one. Only one, to calm his stomach.
Second and third shot followed before Uruha switched to doubles and Aoi lost count altogether. Not that he was worried. Uruha could handle his liquor, he wasn't lightweight like Aoi. Aoi's measure usually was four beers, sometimes five or six when he was in a particularly excellent form. But most of the times he would start feeling sick to his stomach halfway through his fourth beer and not being too fond of throwing up his insides later, unlike Uruha who was the professional of pushing two fingers down his throat and continuing partying afterwards, he usually stopped his drinking for the night. He was perfectly content feeling cheerful but retaining his higher brain functions, even if not in full control of his body movements. And of course he never cried when being drunk like Uruha enjoyed saying! Uruha was so full of shit sometimes.
He had serious objections to Shin and Sakito leaving him stranded with Uruha because they thought it would be only logical for him to be taking drunken Uruha home. So what if they were in a band together! That didn’t mean his hammered ass should be Aoi’s concern.
Uruha was singing, very loudly too, on their way to a parking garage. At times like these Aoi had to fight back the urge to strangle him. He hurried his steps, avoiding eye contact with innocent passersby. Not that he had to try very hard. Most people on the streets pretended to be blind to drunken fools especially when they were making a horrible racket, like Uruha did right now, while stumbling on their way around.
He helped Uruha out of the car and pointed him towards the entrance. He just wanted to crash into his bed and sleep for a few remaining hours of the night. But his car seemed to have other plans for him. It refused to start up again. No matter how many times Aoi turned the key, how much he begged and pleaded, his car refused to come back to life. Leaving Aoi stranded for the second time that evening. He checked the time on his cell phone, last train has left half an hour ago. He scrolled through his phonebook, only to change his mind once he found Shin's number. He didn't feel comfortable bothering Shin, halfway across the town, maybe even already at home, to come and pick him up.
Uruha's keys seemed to be fighting a losing battle against the door lock. His eyes glittered seeing Aoi again. He cheered happily once Aoi managed to find, through method of trial and error, the key that unlocked Uruha's front door.
Uruha's couch, and the whole living room for that matter, was a mess. A huge mess of note sheets, guitar strings, picks, not one, but two guitars and a can of beer here and there. Aoi didn't dare clearing the couch for himself. It all might be just a huge pile of crap, but if it was actually something important, knowing Uruha it might even be the case, Uruha will be pissed at Aoi for cleaning his shit.
Aoi didn't see any other option but to sleep in bed next to Uruha. He reasoned that it won't be that big of a deal. It was king sized bed after all. Two men could easily fit in there without actually touching one another.
Sometimes during the night Aoi was awoken to the feeling of Uruha snuggling against his back. He didn't drape his arm or throw his leg around Aoi, just nestled closer, probably drawn by the feeling of a warm body next to him. Aoi tried to push him to his side of the bed again jabbing his elbow in between Uruha's ribs. It didn't help.
He decided to just let Uruha be. He supposed he should be grateful Uruha didn't mistake him for some hot piece of ass he took home with him and started grabbing his chest or rubbing his hard on against his leg in his sleep. Uruha's head nuzzled against Aoi's neck his foul breath nearly suffocating him. Uruha didn't bother brushing his teeth, just throwing himself on the bed, while Aoi actually spent some time inside Uruha's bathroom rubbing a bit of toothpaste with his finger across his teeth. Aoi buried his nose in one of Uruha’s pillows. Smelling Uruha’s scent on it and feeling Uruha’s leg hairs pricking his calf Aoi had to admit to himself that it felt kind of nice. Just before falling asleep again.