The thin line between
A secret is out.
✖
Uruha immediately jumped off the bed before any smoke could escape Ruki’s lips. It wasn’t an exaggerated gesture. He knew that Ruki would never budge on his side just to smoke on the balcony. Ruki didn’t work that way. At least Uruha was reserved the right to hog the sheets.
He could feel Ruki’s gaze burn as he made his way to the balcony.
Summer nights weren’t too harsh on his skin, but it wasn’t too merciful either. He could feel the air prick his flesh in little pokes. For a while it was bearable. When it got too cold, he untied the sheet over his hips and threw it over his shoulder. It was hard to think when uncomfortable.
The glasses of champagne they had left on the ledge were still there, untouched. He took one in his hand, the stem dangling in between his fingers. He remembered why he was there in the first place - Ruki told him that some fan sent him this obscure champagne and asked him if he knew anything about it. Rather than engaging in mere chitchat, it was better to check it out.
Uruha noticed that the color wasn’t as vibrant at it had been earlier on. Glancing inside first, he took a small sip. Except for being warm, it didn’t taste too bad. Ruki wasn’t finished with his cigarette either.
He took another sip, letting the liquid sit on his tongue for a while before swallowing. His eyes closed and he leaned back against the ledge.
While Ruki immersed himself with his thoughts (and the pungent smell of tobacco), Uruha also drowned in his own.
**
“I’m finished smoking,” Ruki announced; an oversized shirt draped over his torso and completely naked from the waist down. His hands were clamped over the sliding door, chest leaning against the glass, as he waited for a response.
Uruha pressed his lips against the rim of his wine glass for a last drop and swallowed. As he finally opened his eyes, he noticed Ruki observing him carefully - his expression amused more than anything. “What?”
“You just said that this champagne is something so common and yet you look so absorbed drinking that.” Ruki’s lips curled to a smirk.
Uruha pushed himself against the ledge and took the two empty glasses in his hands. “It’s sparkling white wine,” he corrected, approaching the door. “It’s common, but I really haven’t drank this for a long time. All I ever get is Chandon.” The covers were once more tied around his hips; drinking two almost-full glasses of an alcoholic drink was enough to warm him inside.
“Are you complaining?” Ruki faced the side to give Uruha enough room to pass, but the elder stopped just as he stepped in. “I guess I should give it to somebody else then.”
“No, I was merely stating something. Besides, this is already mine.”
Ruki’s brow rose. “Since when?”
Uruha grinned. “Since now.”
“Right.” With a soft chuckle, Ruki closed the door and headed inside as well, placing a hand over Uruha’s shoulder before pressing a kiss to his cheek.
**
They found their limbs entangled together again under the covers. Though it wasn’t a particularly cold night, the warmth of another body wasn’t unwelcomed.
“Did the wine finally take an effect on you?” Ruki asked, eyes peering up to the man hovering above him. “You seem all swingy…” his observation was cut with a small kiss on the neck, “…and affectionate.” A small laugh leaked from the vocalist’s lips.
“Haven’t I always been this affectionate with you?” Uruha griped, letting his fingers brush against Ruki’s neck.
“No,” the younger chuckled as Uruha started brushing his lips over his neck in a clear attempt to tickle him. He felt butterflies in his stomach at the sensation. “Stop… it tickles.”
Of course Uruha wasn’t someone to heed requests and the command fell on deaf ears - the guitarist continued to brush his lips and nip over the ticklish skin. A tongue darted out to soothe the bitten spots. As Ruki’s laughter grew louder, he could also see how the vocalist’s complexion flushed, how his limbs quivered. Uruha felt more heat emanating from Ruki’s skin. While it wasn’t his intention to give such sweet torture, it was always a plus to hear Ruki laugh.
Finally Ruki found the strength to push Uruha away - first by twisting on the elder’s nipple. Uruha grunted softly and stopped toying with Ruki’s sensitivity, settling with just a nuzzle to the neck instead.
“You know I love you, right?” The grin that Uruha had on his mouth almost split his face into two, and Ruki had to laugh.
“Fuck you,” was the less-than-nice answer, eyes rolling at that as well. Ruki cupped on Uruha’s face nevertheless, pulling him down to kiss him on the lips.
The younger had to smile when Uruha pulled back, seeing those plush lips reddened and moist. Uruha was a person who didn’t flush easily during such intimate moments but the way he held Ruki’s gaze was an indication that he did like what was happening and won’t be satisfied with just that. Hands on propped against the mattress, Uruha started to slither down for another round, and Ruki held his breath.
The conversation had to be cut. After all, one of them had lied.
**
The morning was peaceful despite the unpleasant way that various fabric, sweat, and limbs were intertwined. Neither of them woke as the first ray of sun penetrated through the glass doors. It was only around two hours after that one of them grunted.
Another half an hour passed before the two were completely up due to an excited bundle of fluff started jumping over their arms. Ruki sluggishly opened his eyes, still not used to the sunlight, though the smile that shaped his lips said that he wasn’t annoyed in the least.
“Koron,” he whispered, shifting a bit to get the little dog off. He felt Uruha’s arms slide off from his waist.
“Morning,” Ruki greeted, looking backward to face Uruha’s direction a little. The response was a nod and a kiss to his shoulder.
“This happens every time, doesn’t it,” Uruha chuckled, pulling the sheets away from him and swinging his legs off the bed. “I think Koron makes a better alarm clock than your phone.”
It took a while before Ruki’s brain processed the sentence and he shot up, pooch in an arm, while a hand searched for his phone on the bedside table. “Shit,” he muttered, clicking on his tongue in annoyance as he saw the time.
“It’s only Wednesday; you don’t have any appointment today, do you?”
Ruki squinted and tried to recall, and by the time that he did, Uruha at least had his pants on already. The younger let out a relieved sigh and pressed his lips on top of Koron’s head. It was as if that was the only thing it was waiting for as it promptly jumped afterwards, heading off somewhere.
“Nah, my schedule’s on Friday. Might drop by at the studio later, though.” Ruki picked up on the boxer shorts lying on the floor and slid his legs inside it. “You?”
Uruha was already in front of the dresser, fixing his mussed hair. “Photoshoot at 11. I’ll just take a shower at the office later.” With his shirt pressed straight again, he moved over to the edge of the bed, leaning down to kiss Ruki on the lips. “See you later.”
Ruki smiled at the kiss. “Yeah, see you later.” He pulled back and leaned on the headboard. “Oh…” Remembering something, he climbed off the bed and reached for the wine bottle from the night before. “Before you forget.”
Uruha tilted his head head and chuckled, taking the bottle being handed to him. “Ah, thanks,” he said with a smile.
“Bye.”
“G’bye.”
✖
Uruha immediately jumped off the bed before any smoke could escape Ruki’s lips. It wasn’t an exaggerated gesture. He knew that Ruki would never budge on his side just to smoke on the balcony. Ruki didn’t work that way. At least Uruha was reserved the right to hog the sheets.
He could feel Ruki’s gaze burn as he made his way to the balcony.
Summer nights weren’t too harsh on his skin, but it wasn’t too merciful either. He could feel the air prick his flesh in little pokes. For a while it was bearable. When it got too cold, he untied the sheet over his hips and threw it over his shoulder. It was hard to think when uncomfortable.
The glasses of champagne they had left on the ledge were still there, untouched. He took one in his hand, the stem dangling in between his fingers. He remembered why he was there in the first place - Ruki told him that some fan sent him this obscure champagne and asked him if he knew anything about it. Rather than engaging in mere chitchat, it was better to check it out.
Uruha noticed that the color wasn’t as vibrant at it had been earlier on. Glancing inside first, he took a small sip. Except for being warm, it didn’t taste too bad. Ruki wasn’t finished with his cigarette either.
He took another sip, letting the liquid sit on his tongue for a while before swallowing. His eyes closed and he leaned back against the ledge.
While Ruki immersed himself with his thoughts (and the pungent smell of tobacco), Uruha also drowned in his own.
**
“I’m finished smoking,” Ruki announced; an oversized shirt draped over his torso and completely naked from the waist down. His hands were clamped over the sliding door, chest leaning against the glass, as he waited for a response.
Uruha pressed his lips against the rim of his wine glass for a last drop and swallowed. As he finally opened his eyes, he noticed Ruki observing him carefully - his expression amused more than anything. “What?”
“You just said that this champagne is something so common and yet you look so absorbed drinking that.” Ruki’s lips curled to a smirk.
Uruha pushed himself against the ledge and took the two empty glasses in his hands. “It’s sparkling white wine,” he corrected, approaching the door. “It’s common, but I really haven’t drank this for a long time. All I ever get is Chandon.” The covers were once more tied around his hips; drinking two almost-full glasses of an alcoholic drink was enough to warm him inside.
“Are you complaining?” Ruki faced the side to give Uruha enough room to pass, but the elder stopped just as he stepped in. “I guess I should give it to somebody else then.”
“No, I was merely stating something. Besides, this is already mine.”
Ruki’s brow rose. “Since when?”
Uruha grinned. “Since now.”
“Right.” With a soft chuckle, Ruki closed the door and headed inside as well, placing a hand over Uruha’s shoulder before pressing a kiss to his cheek.
**
They found their limbs entangled together again under the covers. Though it wasn’t a particularly cold night, the warmth of another body wasn’t unwelcomed.
“Did the wine finally take an effect on you?” Ruki asked, eyes peering up to the man hovering above him. “You seem all swingy…” his observation was cut with a small kiss on the neck, “…and affectionate.” A small laugh leaked from the vocalist’s lips.
“Haven’t I always been this affectionate with you?” Uruha griped, letting his fingers brush against Ruki’s neck.
“No,” the younger chuckled as Uruha started brushing his lips over his neck in a clear attempt to tickle him. He felt butterflies in his stomach at the sensation. “Stop… it tickles.”
Of course Uruha wasn’t someone to heed requests and the command fell on deaf ears - the guitarist continued to brush his lips and nip over the ticklish skin. A tongue darted out to soothe the bitten spots. As Ruki’s laughter grew louder, he could also see how the vocalist’s complexion flushed, how his limbs quivered. Uruha felt more heat emanating from Ruki’s skin. While it wasn’t his intention to give such sweet torture, it was always a plus to hear Ruki laugh.
Finally Ruki found the strength to push Uruha away - first by twisting on the elder’s nipple. Uruha grunted softly and stopped toying with Ruki’s sensitivity, settling with just a nuzzle to the neck instead.
“You know I love you, right?” The grin that Uruha had on his mouth almost split his face into two, and Ruki had to laugh.
“Fuck you,” was the less-than-nice answer, eyes rolling at that as well. Ruki cupped on Uruha’s face nevertheless, pulling him down to kiss him on the lips.
The younger had to smile when Uruha pulled back, seeing those plush lips reddened and moist. Uruha was a person who didn’t flush easily during such intimate moments but the way he held Ruki’s gaze was an indication that he did like what was happening and won’t be satisfied with just that. Hands on propped against the mattress, Uruha started to slither down for another round, and Ruki held his breath.
The conversation had to be cut. After all, one of them had lied.
**
The morning was peaceful despite the unpleasant way that various fabric, sweat, and limbs were intertwined. Neither of them woke as the first ray of sun penetrated through the glass doors. It was only around two hours after that one of them grunted.
Another half an hour passed before the two were completely up due to an excited bundle of fluff started jumping over their arms. Ruki sluggishly opened his eyes, still not used to the sunlight, though the smile that shaped his lips said that he wasn’t annoyed in the least.
“Koron,” he whispered, shifting a bit to get the little dog off. He felt Uruha’s arms slide off from his waist.
“Morning,” Ruki greeted, looking backward to face Uruha’s direction a little. The response was a nod and a kiss to his shoulder.
“This happens every time, doesn’t it,” Uruha chuckled, pulling the sheets away from him and swinging his legs off the bed. “I think Koron makes a better alarm clock than your phone.”
It took a while before Ruki’s brain processed the sentence and he shot up, pooch in an arm, while a hand searched for his phone on the bedside table. “Shit,” he muttered, clicking on his tongue in annoyance as he saw the time.
“It’s only Wednesday; you don’t have any appointment today, do you?”
Ruki squinted and tried to recall, and by the time that he did, Uruha at least had his pants on already. The younger let out a relieved sigh and pressed his lips on top of Koron’s head. It was as if that was the only thing it was waiting for as it promptly jumped afterwards, heading off somewhere.
“Nah, my schedule’s on Friday. Might drop by at the studio later, though.” Ruki picked up on the boxer shorts lying on the floor and slid his legs inside it. “You?”
Uruha was already in front of the dresser, fixing his mussed hair. “Photoshoot at 11. I’ll just take a shower at the office later.” With his shirt pressed straight again, he moved over to the edge of the bed, leaning down to kiss Ruki on the lips. “See you later.”
Ruki smiled at the kiss. “Yeah, see you later.” He pulled back and leaned on the headboard. “Oh…” Remembering something, he climbed off the bed and reached for the wine bottle from the night before. “Before you forget.”
Uruha tilted his head head and chuckled, taking the bottle being handed to him. “Ah, thanks,” he said with a smile.
“Bye.”
“G’bye.”