gift fic for happykawaiiday
For: happykawaiiday
HAPPY VALENTINE~
Title: Lipstick That Doesn't Come Off When Sucking A Cock
Pairing: Ruki x Reita
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: torrents of cursing + lipstick for c**k s*****g lips
Notes: In 1963 in USA people were taking oral sex seriously. It is 2012 now, and I for one take Valentines seriously, so I sure do hope you're gonna enjoy this trip with me, happykawaiiday. Happy cock day!
Summary: boys will be boys
1.
Ruki wants Reita to suck his cock. Because. Because he's a man and he has a dick, and Reita possessing one instead of a pussy makes it all the more intriguing and challenging for Ruki. But it's not just that. Reita made fun of Ruki's dick. What a dick. Now the dickhead has to suck Ruki's cock to see how full of shit he is when he speaks.
In his few years of existence so far Ruki observed that talking to people gives you ideas. If Reita's mouth hadn't been so big (nobody said wide) after Uruha slipped in front of him alcohol glasses one after another, he wouldn't have had to be put face to face with Mister King Cock (nobody said King Kong) now.
So, here he is, sitting on the floor of the studio like every other bored vocalist that has no instrument to tune in, thinking of how to pave a way to his cock for Reita. Should he smash his bassist's brains with shots, whiskey or beer? Or should he be offering a deal, a fair trade (that he will never respect, mind you) of a blow for a blow. Nah, maybe not. Ruki is not a man of promises, and all the ones he has made until this point turned horribly tasteless and a pain in the ass. Ruki eyes Aoi. Yeah, definitely a pain in the ass.
Maybe he should lure him in with just a simple question. Yeah. People like that. Being asked about their shit.
how is your sex life?
Ruki chuckles to himself. Pissing off Reita looks like his favorite activity of the day.
2.
It's a crappy day with crappy weather and cold and snow and no sun, just bleakness of grey and gloom, and Ruki can't be any more deliriously happy. Reita got dumped. It happened one week ago. Ruki is sure it was the loser's fault. So he texts Reita back after the eleventh whiny text message simply.
You need to get laid.
By the time Reita gets his sorry ass to Ruki's place, bro-fisting him in the doorway, there is someone singing opera next door (11:52 p.m. just for the record). Ruki thinks he's gonna puke from having a stroke of megalomania euphoria from so much awesome happening in his life at the same time. His eyes've already scrolled the imaginary words in gigantic size letters of the headline, black on white, announcing the next gonna-take-a-spin-around-the-world Hot Topic of haute intellectual decadence of having his bassist performing oral sex on him, opera playing in the background.
"Something to drink?"
"Yeah,"
"Great."
On the way to the kitchen Ruki grabs the front of his jeans, giving it a tug as if his dick was a loaded gun that needed the safety off. It's a guy habit.
Ruki starts to play by the time the third aluminium can hits the floor after Reita exerted all his strength like the true man he was, forming two curves. Ruki knows what gets Reita going, so he just plants a question. Is there a lipstick that doesn't come off when you suck cock? Yeah. PhD subject of crappy cheap apartment conversation in crappy beginnings of Gazette. Ruki has to admit to himself that he's a little bit disappointed with himself, and that's exactly how it should have been: after some shitty concert in a more than shitty and small venue and Reita with shitty lipstick on. Oh yeah.
This doesn't stop him from bringing some black mascara and complementary black coal eye liner for Reita and to start-
"Dude, what the fuck?"
"I'm gonna make you pretty."
"Shit you will."
"We're gonna hit the clubs. I'm gonna make you pretty for the ladies."
"So, you're saying i'm not pretty?"
"Dude, fuck you and suck my dick"
-smudging his eyelids and please close your eye the fuck down. Yeah like this.
Ruki purses his lips when he concentrates and he keeps down all the unnecessary whimpers of evil delight he's bubbling up on the inside like soda.
The skin of Reita's face is rough, but the center of his cheeks is actually girly soft. Ruki likes that. The bottom of his palm is pressed against Reita's cheek, and maybe Ruki's face inches a little bit closer than it should.
"Dude..."
"Shut the fuck up."
Ruki thinks he sees Reita's cheeks getting some color. They're definitely burning though.
"There! So now let's put some mascara on"
"And then I'm gonna do you."
Ruki doesn't feel the least impressed by Reita's empty threats that he so pretentiously throws in the air.
Ruki's going for the shitty mascara on the floor. Then his left hand takes a hold of Reita's again, the right one starting to apply the first strokes. Their eyes lock for a second, Ruki catching Reita staring at him.
"Shit."
"What the fuck?"
"You supposed to look up!"
"Dickhead."
Ruki makes a face and gets up. "Wait here."
Reita opens another can of beer and takes a swig. Ruki is back but wearing an irritated look as if remembering something he's forgotten.
"I don't have any makeup removal shit."
So he does what he knows the best, sitting on his knees he gives a lick to his fingers in front of an equally on his knees Reita, and before Reita could even protest, he starts to rub the mascara smudge off.
"Dude, it hurts."
The more Reita speaks, the more Ruki gets angrier. Reita was starting to get pretty seconds ago, now he's just starting to get stupider by the second. Ruki cleans his smeared fingers on Reita's sleeve not bothered (well, it does bother Reita, but oh well), then repeats the process of moistening his fingers with clean saliva.
Reita's breath is obnoxious and fuming with beer just like his. His black orbs are pissed, and Ruki seems to be prepared for Reita to shove him away any second now.
That shit mascara is not just cheap and incredibly black, but it's greasy too, and Reita starts to look like Sophia Loren after a funeral in Italian neorealist movies. Pissed off beyond measure Ruki suddenly backs off and slaps his thighs with his hands in exasperation.
Ruki wanted to put that lipstick on Reita's lips on after all. What the fuck happened here?
Reita stares at Ruki and his eyebrows are having a one-point perspective halfway between his eyes.
"Just give it to me."
"No."
Reita leans forward to take the mascara from him.
"You're gonna ruin it."
"No, i'm not."
Reita manages to snatch the mascara after all.
"You don't even know how these work."
"Fuck you!"
Reita sits up and goes to the bathroom.
Ruki's no homo, but when he enters the bathroom Reita looks potentially too hot.
Reita has his face angled in the mirror and applying strokes like the dude actually knows what he's doing.
"Where did you learn to do that?"
"Mom."
"Oh."
A feeling of bro-friend awkwardness settles in. Ruki's never liked those. It usually ended up with him doing something stupid. He tries to read Reita, but the room gets even more silent. He watches his reflection, his eyes follow Reita's forearms, the dipped-in empty lanes where muscle joins bone all the way from wrist to elbow.
Five more strokes later, one tug of sleeve, a pair of eyes watching him, give me your lips, trying to get the bassist, mumbling randomly some shit in the air, then, look at me, and Reita not going anywhere. Reita's hand on the back of his neck, Reita pushing him against a wall, his tongue sticking deep into his mouth, Reita speeding his pulse up to 400 miles per hour, Reita pressing hard against his jeans.
When they breathe for air: "Let me do your lips".
"What are you taking me for?"
"I put make-up on for you. Now you have to do something for me."
"Always a dickhead."
Reita turns around and starts orienting himself in Ruki's bathroom, hands inspecting shelves and private borders.
"In the golden bag on the floor."
Reita's mouth breezes him a lazy smile.
Ruki is curious about the color Reita will choose.
Ten lipsticks. It's quite an impressive collection for a boy. Baby Blue (frosty cheap blue), Hong Kong (which is a shimmery melon color), La Paz (which is a strong signaling dangerous fuchsia), Violette (frosty, dead-looking violet), Sweety (which is a cute pink), Copper Glaze, Walnut, Matte Cerise, Iced Mocha and Porshe Red. Reita picks one and makes sure Ruki doesn't see which one it is.
Ruki takes one step back when he catches Reita's little game.
"No, at least show me what shit you're gonna put on my face."
Reita moves closer, hands up, ready to take a hold of his face and stop him from moving away from him. Ruki's lips are full and pursed in blunt irritation. Reita spins the lipstick out. A trail of color stretches Ruki's lower lip. Reita brings his hand to Ruki's face, the tips of his fingers keeping the skin in place, stretching it, so he could apply the color without messing up.
Ruki does a close inspection of Reita's face, his skin, the number of inhales and exhales he takes every two seconds, his nose (his fucking nose), the scent he's wearing today coming from the shirt he knows Reita takes out only on special occasions, the feel of his fingertips against his skin, the way their knees are touching.
Reita wets his bottom lip, and it's like a fucking slip of code between bros, and Ruki knows what Reita is thinking the instant he sees it.
"I'm not your little bitch," he mumbles lamely, mouth barely open, so he won't mess up Reita's work.
Reita snorts, "If Aoi heard you..."
When Reita finishes, he takes a mental picture of Ruki with this particular lipstick on. "mind your language," he softly breathes over Ruki's face.
"What color?"
Reita doesn't feel like answering. His lips give a first brief taste of Ruki's lips. Strawberries.
Last year of school Yumi gave Reita a blowjob. She put on him a strawberry-flavoured condom (the only condom Reita had). She told him how she hated strawberries, but this one was good, and Reita was good too.
The contour of Ruki's lips gets smudged and messy and wet and Reita is all over him, thinking he has never tasted something as delicious as this in his entire life.
3.
People think Ruki has feelings and that sometimes he's a moron and other times a dick. Aoi thinks Ruki is just a diva (Aoi has an eternal inferiority complex that he carried all the way from Mie to the capital), but Ruki is just someone that tries to learn feelings really. There's nothing out of the ordinary about Ruki, he's doing just what everyone else is doing. Just like you and me. Ruki thinks of ways to change himself when Reita's Adam apple bobs slowly, his eyes closed, body stirring just a bit when Ruki has him halfway in his mouth. The more his cheeks take a deep shade of red, shame of enjoying what he's doing, the shier Ruki gets on the floor and he thinks what a messed up scenario he ended up in. They must be so drunk for this to really happen.
Reita pulls him up after a while and takes him back to the shitty small room that stands for a living room. On the floor his fingers take the road to the zipper that keep his jeans closed, his lips kiss gently the corners of his mouth. "Sweety."
"What?"
"That's the name of the color. sweety," voice fading.
It's been a while since someone treated Ruki this way. Ruki follows with his stare Reita's hand holding him bare, foreskin out of the way, head out, then head hiding back into hiding and censorship. He feels himself growing harder in Reita's hold, precum gathering outside just the little.
"And it suits you just the best," Reita goes down on him, "because it does come off."
"Dickhead"
"It remains where you leave it."
HAPPY VALENTINE~
Title: Lipstick That Doesn't Come Off When Sucking A Cock
Pairing: Ruki x Reita
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: torrents of cursing + lipstick for c**k s*****g lips
Notes: In 1963 in USA people were taking oral sex seriously. It is 2012 now, and I for one take Valentines seriously, so I sure do hope you're gonna enjoy this trip with me, happykawaiiday. Happy cock day!
Summary: boys will be boys
1.
Ruki wants Reita to suck his cock. Because. Because he's a man and he has a dick, and Reita possessing one instead of a pussy makes it all the more intriguing and challenging for Ruki. But it's not just that. Reita made fun of Ruki's dick. What a dick. Now the dickhead has to suck Ruki's cock to see how full of shit he is when he speaks.
In his few years of existence so far Ruki observed that talking to people gives you ideas. If Reita's mouth hadn't been so big (nobody said wide) after Uruha slipped in front of him alcohol glasses one after another, he wouldn't have had to be put face to face with Mister King Cock (nobody said King Kong) now.
So, here he is, sitting on the floor of the studio like every other bored vocalist that has no instrument to tune in, thinking of how to pave a way to his cock for Reita. Should he smash his bassist's brains with shots, whiskey or beer? Or should he be offering a deal, a fair trade (that he will never respect, mind you) of a blow for a blow. Nah, maybe not. Ruki is not a man of promises, and all the ones he has made until this point turned horribly tasteless and a pain in the ass. Ruki eyes Aoi. Yeah, definitely a pain in the ass.
Maybe he should lure him in with just a simple question. Yeah. People like that. Being asked about their shit.
how is your sex life?
Ruki chuckles to himself. Pissing off Reita looks like his favorite activity of the day.
2.
It's a crappy day with crappy weather and cold and snow and no sun, just bleakness of grey and gloom, and Ruki can't be any more deliriously happy. Reita got dumped. It happened one week ago. Ruki is sure it was the loser's fault. So he texts Reita back after the eleventh whiny text message simply.
You need to get laid.
By the time Reita gets his sorry ass to Ruki's place, bro-fisting him in the doorway, there is someone singing opera next door (11:52 p.m. just for the record). Ruki thinks he's gonna puke from having a stroke of megalomania euphoria from so much awesome happening in his life at the same time. His eyes've already scrolled the imaginary words in gigantic size letters of the headline, black on white, announcing the next gonna-take-a-spin-around-the-world Hot Topic of haute intellectual decadence of having his bassist performing oral sex on him, opera playing in the background.
"Something to drink?"
"Yeah,"
"Great."
On the way to the kitchen Ruki grabs the front of his jeans, giving it a tug as if his dick was a loaded gun that needed the safety off. It's a guy habit.
Ruki starts to play by the time the third aluminium can hits the floor after Reita exerted all his strength like the true man he was, forming two curves. Ruki knows what gets Reita going, so he just plants a question. Is there a lipstick that doesn't come off when you suck cock? Yeah. PhD subject of crappy cheap apartment conversation in crappy beginnings of Gazette. Ruki has to admit to himself that he's a little bit disappointed with himself, and that's exactly how it should have been: after some shitty concert in a more than shitty and small venue and Reita with shitty lipstick on. Oh yeah.
This doesn't stop him from bringing some black mascara and complementary black coal eye liner for Reita and to start-
"Dude, what the fuck?"
"I'm gonna make you pretty."
"Shit you will."
"We're gonna hit the clubs. I'm gonna make you pretty for the ladies."
"So, you're saying i'm not pretty?"
"Dude, fuck you and suck my dick"
-smudging his eyelids and please close your eye the fuck down. Yeah like this.
Ruki purses his lips when he concentrates and he keeps down all the unnecessary whimpers of evil delight he's bubbling up on the inside like soda.
The skin of Reita's face is rough, but the center of his cheeks is actually girly soft. Ruki likes that. The bottom of his palm is pressed against Reita's cheek, and maybe Ruki's face inches a little bit closer than it should.
"Dude..."
"Shut the fuck up."
Ruki thinks he sees Reita's cheeks getting some color. They're definitely burning though.
"There! So now let's put some mascara on"
"And then I'm gonna do you."
Ruki doesn't feel the least impressed by Reita's empty threats that he so pretentiously throws in the air.
Ruki's going for the shitty mascara on the floor. Then his left hand takes a hold of Reita's again, the right one starting to apply the first strokes. Their eyes lock for a second, Ruki catching Reita staring at him.
"Shit."
"What the fuck?"
"You supposed to look up!"
"Dickhead."
Ruki makes a face and gets up. "Wait here."
Reita opens another can of beer and takes a swig. Ruki is back but wearing an irritated look as if remembering something he's forgotten.
"I don't have any makeup removal shit."
So he does what he knows the best, sitting on his knees he gives a lick to his fingers in front of an equally on his knees Reita, and before Reita could even protest, he starts to rub the mascara smudge off.
"Dude, it hurts."
The more Reita speaks, the more Ruki gets angrier. Reita was starting to get pretty seconds ago, now he's just starting to get stupider by the second. Ruki cleans his smeared fingers on Reita's sleeve not bothered (well, it does bother Reita, but oh well), then repeats the process of moistening his fingers with clean saliva.
Reita's breath is obnoxious and fuming with beer just like his. His black orbs are pissed, and Ruki seems to be prepared for Reita to shove him away any second now.
That shit mascara is not just cheap and incredibly black, but it's greasy too, and Reita starts to look like Sophia Loren after a funeral in Italian neorealist movies. Pissed off beyond measure Ruki suddenly backs off and slaps his thighs with his hands in exasperation.
Ruki wanted to put that lipstick on Reita's lips on after all. What the fuck happened here?
Reita stares at Ruki and his eyebrows are having a one-point perspective halfway between his eyes.
"Just give it to me."
"No."
Reita leans forward to take the mascara from him.
"You're gonna ruin it."
"No, i'm not."
Reita manages to snatch the mascara after all.
"You don't even know how these work."
"Fuck you!"
Reita sits up and goes to the bathroom.
Ruki's no homo, but when he enters the bathroom Reita looks potentially too hot.
Reita has his face angled in the mirror and applying strokes like the dude actually knows what he's doing.
"Where did you learn to do that?"
"Mom."
"Oh."
A feeling of bro-friend awkwardness settles in. Ruki's never liked those. It usually ended up with him doing something stupid. He tries to read Reita, but the room gets even more silent. He watches his reflection, his eyes follow Reita's forearms, the dipped-in empty lanes where muscle joins bone all the way from wrist to elbow.
Five more strokes later, one tug of sleeve, a pair of eyes watching him, give me your lips, trying to get the bassist, mumbling randomly some shit in the air, then, look at me, and Reita not going anywhere. Reita's hand on the back of his neck, Reita pushing him against a wall, his tongue sticking deep into his mouth, Reita speeding his pulse up to 400 miles per hour, Reita pressing hard against his jeans.
When they breathe for air: "Let me do your lips".
"What are you taking me for?"
"I put make-up on for you. Now you have to do something for me."
"Always a dickhead."
Reita turns around and starts orienting himself in Ruki's bathroom, hands inspecting shelves and private borders.
"In the golden bag on the floor."
Reita's mouth breezes him a lazy smile.
Ruki is curious about the color Reita will choose.
Ten lipsticks. It's quite an impressive collection for a boy. Baby Blue (frosty cheap blue), Hong Kong (which is a shimmery melon color), La Paz (which is a strong signaling dangerous fuchsia), Violette (frosty, dead-looking violet), Sweety (which is a cute pink), Copper Glaze, Walnut, Matte Cerise, Iced Mocha and Porshe Red. Reita picks one and makes sure Ruki doesn't see which one it is.
Ruki takes one step back when he catches Reita's little game.
"No, at least show me what shit you're gonna put on my face."
Reita moves closer, hands up, ready to take a hold of his face and stop him from moving away from him. Ruki's lips are full and pursed in blunt irritation. Reita spins the lipstick out. A trail of color stretches Ruki's lower lip. Reita brings his hand to Ruki's face, the tips of his fingers keeping the skin in place, stretching it, so he could apply the color without messing up.
Ruki does a close inspection of Reita's face, his skin, the number of inhales and exhales he takes every two seconds, his nose (his fucking nose), the scent he's wearing today coming from the shirt he knows Reita takes out only on special occasions, the feel of his fingertips against his skin, the way their knees are touching.
Reita wets his bottom lip, and it's like a fucking slip of code between bros, and Ruki knows what Reita is thinking the instant he sees it.
"I'm not your little bitch," he mumbles lamely, mouth barely open, so he won't mess up Reita's work.
Reita snorts, "If Aoi heard you..."
When Reita finishes, he takes a mental picture of Ruki with this particular lipstick on. "mind your language," he softly breathes over Ruki's face.
"What color?"
Reita doesn't feel like answering. His lips give a first brief taste of Ruki's lips. Strawberries.
Last year of school Yumi gave Reita a blowjob. She put on him a strawberry-flavoured condom (the only condom Reita had). She told him how she hated strawberries, but this one was good, and Reita was good too.
The contour of Ruki's lips gets smudged and messy and wet and Reita is all over him, thinking he has never tasted something as delicious as this in his entire life.
3.
People think Ruki has feelings and that sometimes he's a moron and other times a dick. Aoi thinks Ruki is just a diva (Aoi has an eternal inferiority complex that he carried all the way from Mie to the capital), but Ruki is just someone that tries to learn feelings really. There's nothing out of the ordinary about Ruki, he's doing just what everyone else is doing. Just like you and me. Ruki thinks of ways to change himself when Reita's Adam apple bobs slowly, his eyes closed, body stirring just a bit when Ruki has him halfway in his mouth. The more his cheeks take a deep shade of red, shame of enjoying what he's doing, the shier Ruki gets on the floor and he thinks what a messed up scenario he ended up in. They must be so drunk for this to really happen.
Reita pulls him up after a while and takes him back to the shitty small room that stands for a living room. On the floor his fingers take the road to the zipper that keep his jeans closed, his lips kiss gently the corners of his mouth. "Sweety."
"What?"
"That's the name of the color. sweety," voice fading.
It's been a while since someone treated Ruki this way. Ruki follows with his stare Reita's hand holding him bare, foreskin out of the way, head out, then head hiding back into hiding and censorship. He feels himself growing harder in Reita's hold, precum gathering outside just the little.
"And it suits you just the best," Reita goes down on him, "because it does come off."
"Dickhead"
"It remains where you leave it."