Gift fic for kiroyo
For: kiroyo
From: Naughty Reindeer
Title:Slow
Pairings/Characters:Reita/Kai, onesided Aoi/Uruha
Rating:PG
Warnings:romance…?
Notes: Watch Reita being an idiot. We love him anyways, right?
Summary: The first time he met him Reita couldn’t take his eyes off that dimple. How did this guy - Kai was the name, right? - get it and why was there only one? Didn’t they come in pairs? Bit by bit, detail by detail, he fell for the drummer and, man, did he take it slow.
The first time he met him Reita couldn’t take his eyes off that dimple. How did this guy - Kai was the name, right? - get it and why was there only one? Didn’t they come in pairs?
Maybe, as a kid, he had one of those aunts that pinched his cheek and only the one cheek that was now missing a dimple. An adorable one.
“You’re staring.” Ruki nudged his side, a mean giggle in his voice.
“No, I’m not.” The young bassist felt his own lie coloring his cheeks.
Rolling his eyes, the vocalist nudged him again. “Right, sure.” He sniffed. “So, what got you interested? The arms? The tacky jeans?” He gestured at the flower pattern adorning Kai’s surprisingly long legs.
“I’m not going to feed you ideas to mock me with.” Reita knew better.
“Tell me or I’ll tell Uruha.” His eyes narrowed. “He'll fill you in with all the details you need to know about-”
Reita sighed. “The dimple. “ He pointed at the slightly rosy cheek. ”It’s only one. I wonder why.”
“Seriously?” Ruki perked a well plucked brow.
“Why, yes, you asked!” The bassist crossed his arms over his chest. “Look at him!”
And Ruki did.
There was Kai, a beaming smile, a single dimple, rubbing his left bicep as he was idly and politely chatting with the two guitarists.
How delightful.
Ruki put his sunglasses back on. It wasn’t even summer yet.
“Whatever.”
- - -
“Could we talk? In private?” Kai’s hand was on his shoulder, hot from drumming for two hours practice, he still had to learn their every song by heart.
“Sure." He eyed the rest leaving for a smoke. He was craving one himself.
Kai pushed sweaty strands behind his ears and settled on the couch, bottle of water opened in haste.
There was something about watching the drummer swallow that made Reita twitch. He cleared his throat.
“You’ve been friends with Uruha for how long?” Kai asked, toweling his neck.
“Too long to give you an accurate answer.” Oh that smile, did he ever stop and please, gods, don’t let him!
“How’s he… dealing with Aoi? It won’t cause any problems, I hope?” He rolled the cold bottle between his palms.
Of course Kai would know already. Reita shoved his hands into his hoodie’s pockets. “What are you talking about, exactly?”
Kai held his hands up in a pacifying manner. “Sexual preferences shouldn’t be an issue. First of all it’s no one’s business and second, who are we to judge? But it’s obvious that he has a thing for Uruha, am I right?”
Reita frowned, “Do you think Uruha has a problem with Aoi because he has a crush on him?”
“Does he?”
“No!” Reita rubbed his forehead. “No, no! He’s not interested, that’s all.” He gesture indescribably. “Aoi’s feelings won’t disappear, as it seems, but we’re all good. You should try flirting with Uruha, it’s fun.” What the hell am I doing here? ”He doesn’t really get it but Aoi will start throwing stuff at you.”
“Now that’s just mean.” He laughed nonetheless.
“Don’t worry, we all know where we stand in this relationship. Actually, it’s good for the band; Aoi keeps improving and training to impress Uruha. I don’t think he’ll ever give up.” He scratched his neck. “I mean, have you seen his shirt today? Sure, it’s a hot summer this year, but that shirt is just quite revealing and… I don’t even have words for it.” Not that he was one to talk, according to Ruki his current wife beater wasn’t that much of a wise choice either.
“Seems like there’s a lot of love in this band, huh?”
You have no idea.
- - -
“You like him, don’t you?” Uruha said, handing his roommate a cup of coffee before he sat down at the old kitchen table.
“Did Ruki tell you?” He’d kill him.
“Ruki knows?” Uruha scratched his belly. “Why does he know everything first these days?”
The blond laughed. “Because he’s nosy.” He shrugged. “Maybe he likes me.”
Uruha snorted, hitting his knee on the table. “You wish.” He looked at his friend from beneath his long bangs. “So, who is he?”
“I thought Ruki told you.”
“Nope, he just said ‘And there goes every girl’s last hope of Reita actually being straight’ and grinned all smug.”
Reita threw a sugar dice at Uruha.
- - -
It was Kai’s birthday. He expected the usual. The band would bring a strawberry-laden and creamy cake, light a handful of candles and sing a song off tune. There’d be a prank or two.
“What’s wrong?” Kai asked, his eyes blinking confused.
“You already have a cake.” Ruki pointed at the obviously bigger chocolate cake. Decorated with dark chocolate maple leaves. Classy white candles. Already cut into five equal pieces.
“Yes, it’s my birthday, that’s why I brought one.” Kai’s brows creased.
“Looks expensive.” Aoi said, swaggering towards their drummer.
“Oh, it wasn’t, really.” He shifted from one foot to another. Reita had already noted a while ago that the brunette never held still if he was nervous.
Each of them was handed a plate and a small fork. He couldn’t remember them having real dishes or silverware at the studio, did Kai bring it with him, too?
Reita picked up an almost bite sized crumb, not daring to touch the cake itself yet. The icing melted on his tongue. There was a hint of walnut in the cream layers. “This is delicious! Where did you get it?”
“I actually made it myself.”
Was that a blush?
And the smile Kai gave Reita that day, that shy, humble, honest and appreciative smile; it hit just the right button inside of him. He could feel himself fall for the drummer, a shiver running down his spine as he caught those dark eyes looking at him.
- - -
“Admit it.” Ruki puffed smoke in Reita’s direction. “Come on, admit it.”
“Admit what?” Reita returned the favor.
Their fingers were stinging from the cold. Smoking with your gloves on wasn’t that much of a good idea as they had to learn from the Molten Glove Incident. No one would ever speak of it.
“You love him, don’t you?” Ruki looked up at the bassist.
Reita growled to hide a certain embarrassment. “Of course not.”
“I take that as a yes.” Ruki took another drag, exhaling blue smoke. “Man, you suck at lying.”
Reita rolled his eyes. “Just assuming that you’re right…what if?”
The shorter man shrugged. “Ask him out, be nice.” He pulled his heavy, silver purse back up his small shoulder. “Just don’t stare again, it’s creepy.”
Silence, except for the busy streets buzzing with too many cars. Where was their manager, he should have picked them up an hour ago.
“So, you’re okay with that?”
- - -
Reita had the feeling Kai didn’t precisely know why they were here. Not that he was flirting with the drummer, gods forbid, but asking him out for dinner had to be the clue, right?
Though, Kai hadn’t been any different. He was his well mannered, brightly smiling self, delightful company for sure.
He was just nice. Reita liked that, yes, but he was hoping for something and he didn’t even have an idea what exactly that would be.
Sometime past 2 AM they were still at the restaurant, but moved to the bar. Kai was actually slightly drunk and interestingly chatty.
They had been… talking.
“There’s nothing less important than the gender when it comes to love, really.” One arm propped on the table, he looked at the blond man through drowsy eyes. ”I don’t see why people make such a fuss about it. Sex is about making someone feel good and loved and not to talk about it for the next two days to brag in front of friends.” He downed the last bit of his beverage. “And gods, no one has made me feel good for way too long.”
Reita’s heart was pounding. He had found answers, yes, but now his tongue was itching with words he didn’t dare to speak.
- - -
Kai had lost his hearing, a nightmare to every musician. He wouldn’t be around for a while, that’s what he wrote on a white sheet with a thick black marker. Their former drummer will take care of them for a few concerts. There’d be extra hours to fill him in with the new songs.
He wouldn’t be there, on stage, watching their backs, guiding them with a skilled rhythm.
He wouldn’t be there when Reita’d play Ride with the Rockers.
The bassist turned to Ruki who was already handing the former drummer the sheet music.
It wouldn’t feel the same.
Turning around he watched Uruha pet Kai’s shoulder and Aoi giving him a woolen hat to protect his ears from the cold. They didn’t need any words to show him sympathy.
“I love you.”
All of them, except Kai, looked at him, gaping at his paling face.
The drummer tried to figure out what just happened, but Uruha only shook his head and smiled at the brunette while Aoi excused himself with a cigarette already placed between his lips.
Reita swallowed around the lump in his throat.
All of them, except Kai.
- - -
“So, you’re in love with him.” Aoi asked smoothly from the armchair he’d sunk into, hands folded on his middle.
Reita sat on his hotel bed, head resting in both of his palms. He didn’t feel like sharing his room with anyone that night, but really, he couldn’t dump Aoi on Uruha.
“You miss him, don’t you?” The dark haired guitarist tried.
Reita shook his head. “It’s just two more concerts. The doctor said he’ll be fine by then.”
“Will you be fine?” He reached for his can of coke. “Will you tell him again?”
“I don’t know.” Reita winced. “I have no idea what I should do.”
Aoi hummed, thinking about how to help the blond. “If I were you, I’d tell him.”
“If you were me you’d know it’s not that easy. It’s not going to happen-“
“This is not about me and Uruha. This is you and that dimpled muffin of a drummer.” His tone was harsher than he’d intended.
“He’s more than just sweet!” Reita retorted. “Gods, am I the only one who looks at him with his shirt off?”
Aoi smirked. “You have it bad for him, man.”
Reita huffed in annoyance and flopped backwards into the sheets.
“Love is nothing bad, Reita, act on it, tell him, ask him out.” He gestured vaguely.
“Done that.” He pulled a pillow halfway over his head. “Didn’t work as I imagined.”
“Just try to be with each other, maybe it’ll work out.” A sunk a little deeper into the chair. “Could you tell Uruha that I-“
“It’s not going to happen, I’m sorry.”
*
Christmas. Reita had been there, in the studio, rummaging throw his back pack.”I know it’s in here somewhere.”
“It’s ok, I don’t need any presents, really.” Kai frowned at how angry the bassist seemed to be.
“But I need to give you something.” He violently threw the bag into a corner, giving up. “I can’t believe I forgot it at home.”
“It’s not that important, being with you guys is good enough already.”
“But you brought cookies! You even made them yourself!”
“Reita, it’s okay, don’t worry.”
“But I do! I worry! I care!” He was getting all riled up about this.
“Enough with the ‘buts’!” He took a deep breath.”Take a seat and calm down.”
Reita actually enjoyed that commanding sound; he did as he was told. Kai leaned against the table in front of him.
“Why are you so upset about this?” Arms folded over his chest, he eyed the furious bassist suspiciously.
Reita opened his mouth to say the first thing that came to his mind, closed it again, threw his arms in exasperation about himself and growled. “Why does this happen to me! I come here extra early to give it to you personally and without the others being all nosy and then I’m stupid enough to leave it lying on the living room table.”
“It won’t disappear into thin air; you can still give it to me later.” Kai said, his voice caring a soothing tone in hope to calm the blond down.
The bassist was still grumbling with frustration, looking quite beaten.
“I could come to your place tonight, if you don’t mind.” He shifted his stance, fingers tugging on the Velcro of his gloves.
“Kai, I…” Reita sat up straight, hand running through his flat hair. “I’m…” Right that moment, as their eyes met, he knew that Kai knew already.
Hands were cupping his face, a knee balancing on the chair right between his legs and gods, he had no idea what to do as Kai came closer, that smile so soft and promising, even more so his lips as they touched Reita’s own. Tentatively he reached up, placing his hands on Kai’s hips, not pushing, not pulling, just touching.
As a tongue tipped against his lips he caved, a small sound escaping his throat as Kai settled in his lap. A swift move of hips, pressing down, a hand guiding his head to tilt just like that.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
A/N: Reita is an idiot.
He could have had him right that day they met. Why are my muses doing this to me.
Anyways: Merrry Christmas everyone!
From: Naughty Reindeer
Title:Slow
Pairings/Characters:Reita/Kai, onesided Aoi/Uruha
Rating:PG
Warnings:romance…?
Notes: Watch Reita being an idiot. We love him anyways, right?
Summary: The first time he met him Reita couldn’t take his eyes off that dimple. How did this guy - Kai was the name, right? - get it and why was there only one? Didn’t they come in pairs? Bit by bit, detail by detail, he fell for the drummer and, man, did he take it slow.
The first time he met him Reita couldn’t take his eyes off that dimple. How did this guy - Kai was the name, right? - get it and why was there only one? Didn’t they come in pairs?
Maybe, as a kid, he had one of those aunts that pinched his cheek and only the one cheek that was now missing a dimple. An adorable one.
“You’re staring.” Ruki nudged his side, a mean giggle in his voice.
“No, I’m not.” The young bassist felt his own lie coloring his cheeks.
Rolling his eyes, the vocalist nudged him again. “Right, sure.” He sniffed. “So, what got you interested? The arms? The tacky jeans?” He gestured at the flower pattern adorning Kai’s surprisingly long legs.
“I’m not going to feed you ideas to mock me with.” Reita knew better.
“Tell me or I’ll tell Uruha.” His eyes narrowed. “He'll fill you in with all the details you need to know about-”
Reita sighed. “The dimple. “ He pointed at the slightly rosy cheek. ”It’s only one. I wonder why.”
“Seriously?” Ruki perked a well plucked brow.
“Why, yes, you asked!” The bassist crossed his arms over his chest. “Look at him!”
And Ruki did.
There was Kai, a beaming smile, a single dimple, rubbing his left bicep as he was idly and politely chatting with the two guitarists.
How delightful.
Ruki put his sunglasses back on. It wasn’t even summer yet.
“Whatever.”
- - -
“Could we talk? In private?” Kai’s hand was on his shoulder, hot from drumming for two hours practice, he still had to learn their every song by heart.
“Sure." He eyed the rest leaving for a smoke. He was craving one himself.
Kai pushed sweaty strands behind his ears and settled on the couch, bottle of water opened in haste.
There was something about watching the drummer swallow that made Reita twitch. He cleared his throat.
“You’ve been friends with Uruha for how long?” Kai asked, toweling his neck.
“Too long to give you an accurate answer.” Oh that smile, did he ever stop and please, gods, don’t let him!
“How’s he… dealing with Aoi? It won’t cause any problems, I hope?” He rolled the cold bottle between his palms.
Of course Kai would know already. Reita shoved his hands into his hoodie’s pockets. “What are you talking about, exactly?”
Kai held his hands up in a pacifying manner. “Sexual preferences shouldn’t be an issue. First of all it’s no one’s business and second, who are we to judge? But it’s obvious that he has a thing for Uruha, am I right?”
Reita frowned, “Do you think Uruha has a problem with Aoi because he has a crush on him?”
“Does he?”
“No!” Reita rubbed his forehead. “No, no! He’s not interested, that’s all.” He gesture indescribably. “Aoi’s feelings won’t disappear, as it seems, but we’re all good. You should try flirting with Uruha, it’s fun.” What the hell am I doing here? ”He doesn’t really get it but Aoi will start throwing stuff at you.”
“Now that’s just mean.” He laughed nonetheless.
“Don’t worry, we all know where we stand in this relationship. Actually, it’s good for the band; Aoi keeps improving and training to impress Uruha. I don’t think he’ll ever give up.” He scratched his neck. “I mean, have you seen his shirt today? Sure, it’s a hot summer this year, but that shirt is just quite revealing and… I don’t even have words for it.” Not that he was one to talk, according to Ruki his current wife beater wasn’t that much of a wise choice either.
“Seems like there’s a lot of love in this band, huh?”
You have no idea.
- - -
“You like him, don’t you?” Uruha said, handing his roommate a cup of coffee before he sat down at the old kitchen table.
“Did Ruki tell you?” He’d kill him.
“Ruki knows?” Uruha scratched his belly. “Why does he know everything first these days?”
The blond laughed. “Because he’s nosy.” He shrugged. “Maybe he likes me.”
Uruha snorted, hitting his knee on the table. “You wish.” He looked at his friend from beneath his long bangs. “So, who is he?”
“I thought Ruki told you.”
“Nope, he just said ‘And there goes every girl’s last hope of Reita actually being straight’ and grinned all smug.”
Reita threw a sugar dice at Uruha.
- - -
It was Kai’s birthday. He expected the usual. The band would bring a strawberry-laden and creamy cake, light a handful of candles and sing a song off tune. There’d be a prank or two.
“What’s wrong?” Kai asked, his eyes blinking confused.
“You already have a cake.” Ruki pointed at the obviously bigger chocolate cake. Decorated with dark chocolate maple leaves. Classy white candles. Already cut into five equal pieces.
“Yes, it’s my birthday, that’s why I brought one.” Kai’s brows creased.
“Looks expensive.” Aoi said, swaggering towards their drummer.
“Oh, it wasn’t, really.” He shifted from one foot to another. Reita had already noted a while ago that the brunette never held still if he was nervous.
Each of them was handed a plate and a small fork. He couldn’t remember them having real dishes or silverware at the studio, did Kai bring it with him, too?
Reita picked up an almost bite sized crumb, not daring to touch the cake itself yet. The icing melted on his tongue. There was a hint of walnut in the cream layers. “This is delicious! Where did you get it?”
“I actually made it myself.”
Was that a blush?
And the smile Kai gave Reita that day, that shy, humble, honest and appreciative smile; it hit just the right button inside of him. He could feel himself fall for the drummer, a shiver running down his spine as he caught those dark eyes looking at him.
- - -
“Admit it.” Ruki puffed smoke in Reita’s direction. “Come on, admit it.”
“Admit what?” Reita returned the favor.
Their fingers were stinging from the cold. Smoking with your gloves on wasn’t that much of a good idea as they had to learn from the Molten Glove Incident. No one would ever speak of it.
“You love him, don’t you?” Ruki looked up at the bassist.
Reita growled to hide a certain embarrassment. “Of course not.”
“I take that as a yes.” Ruki took another drag, exhaling blue smoke. “Man, you suck at lying.”
Reita rolled his eyes. “Just assuming that you’re right…what if?”
The shorter man shrugged. “Ask him out, be nice.” He pulled his heavy, silver purse back up his small shoulder. “Just don’t stare again, it’s creepy.”
Silence, except for the busy streets buzzing with too many cars. Where was their manager, he should have picked them up an hour ago.
“So, you’re okay with that?”
- - -
Reita had the feeling Kai didn’t precisely know why they were here. Not that he was flirting with the drummer, gods forbid, but asking him out for dinner had to be the clue, right?
Though, Kai hadn’t been any different. He was his well mannered, brightly smiling self, delightful company for sure.
He was just nice. Reita liked that, yes, but he was hoping for something and he didn’t even have an idea what exactly that would be.
Sometime past 2 AM they were still at the restaurant, but moved to the bar. Kai was actually slightly drunk and interestingly chatty.
They had been… talking.
“There’s nothing less important than the gender when it comes to love, really.” One arm propped on the table, he looked at the blond man through drowsy eyes. ”I don’t see why people make such a fuss about it. Sex is about making someone feel good and loved and not to talk about it for the next two days to brag in front of friends.” He downed the last bit of his beverage. “And gods, no one has made me feel good for way too long.”
Reita’s heart was pounding. He had found answers, yes, but now his tongue was itching with words he didn’t dare to speak.
- - -
Kai had lost his hearing, a nightmare to every musician. He wouldn’t be around for a while, that’s what he wrote on a white sheet with a thick black marker. Their former drummer will take care of them for a few concerts. There’d be extra hours to fill him in with the new songs.
He wouldn’t be there, on stage, watching their backs, guiding them with a skilled rhythm.
He wouldn’t be there when Reita’d play Ride with the Rockers.
The bassist turned to Ruki who was already handing the former drummer the sheet music.
It wouldn’t feel the same.
Turning around he watched Uruha pet Kai’s shoulder and Aoi giving him a woolen hat to protect his ears from the cold. They didn’t need any words to show him sympathy.
“I love you.”
All of them, except Kai, looked at him, gaping at his paling face.
The drummer tried to figure out what just happened, but Uruha only shook his head and smiled at the brunette while Aoi excused himself with a cigarette already placed between his lips.
Reita swallowed around the lump in his throat.
All of them, except Kai.
- - -
“So, you’re in love with him.” Aoi asked smoothly from the armchair he’d sunk into, hands folded on his middle.
Reita sat on his hotel bed, head resting in both of his palms. He didn’t feel like sharing his room with anyone that night, but really, he couldn’t dump Aoi on Uruha.
“You miss him, don’t you?” The dark haired guitarist tried.
Reita shook his head. “It’s just two more concerts. The doctor said he’ll be fine by then.”
“Will you be fine?” He reached for his can of coke. “Will you tell him again?”
“I don’t know.” Reita winced. “I have no idea what I should do.”
Aoi hummed, thinking about how to help the blond. “If I were you, I’d tell him.”
“If you were me you’d know it’s not that easy. It’s not going to happen-“
“This is not about me and Uruha. This is you and that dimpled muffin of a drummer.” His tone was harsher than he’d intended.
“He’s more than just sweet!” Reita retorted. “Gods, am I the only one who looks at him with his shirt off?”
Aoi smirked. “You have it bad for him, man.”
Reita huffed in annoyance and flopped backwards into the sheets.
“Love is nothing bad, Reita, act on it, tell him, ask him out.” He gestured vaguely.
“Done that.” He pulled a pillow halfway over his head. “Didn’t work as I imagined.”
“Just try to be with each other, maybe it’ll work out.” A sunk a little deeper into the chair. “Could you tell Uruha that I-“
“It’s not going to happen, I’m sorry.”
*
Christmas. Reita had been there, in the studio, rummaging throw his back pack.”I know it’s in here somewhere.”
“It’s ok, I don’t need any presents, really.” Kai frowned at how angry the bassist seemed to be.
“But I need to give you something.” He violently threw the bag into a corner, giving up. “I can’t believe I forgot it at home.”
“It’s not that important, being with you guys is good enough already.”
“But you brought cookies! You even made them yourself!”
“Reita, it’s okay, don’t worry.”
“But I do! I worry! I care!” He was getting all riled up about this.
“Enough with the ‘buts’!” He took a deep breath.”Take a seat and calm down.”
Reita actually enjoyed that commanding sound; he did as he was told. Kai leaned against the table in front of him.
“Why are you so upset about this?” Arms folded over his chest, he eyed the furious bassist suspiciously.
Reita opened his mouth to say the first thing that came to his mind, closed it again, threw his arms in exasperation about himself and growled. “Why does this happen to me! I come here extra early to give it to you personally and without the others being all nosy and then I’m stupid enough to leave it lying on the living room table.”
“It won’t disappear into thin air; you can still give it to me later.” Kai said, his voice caring a soothing tone in hope to calm the blond down.
The bassist was still grumbling with frustration, looking quite beaten.
“I could come to your place tonight, if you don’t mind.” He shifted his stance, fingers tugging on the Velcro of his gloves.
“Kai, I…” Reita sat up straight, hand running through his flat hair. “I’m…” Right that moment, as their eyes met, he knew that Kai knew already.
Hands were cupping his face, a knee balancing on the chair right between his legs and gods, he had no idea what to do as Kai came closer, that smile so soft and promising, even more so his lips as they touched Reita’s own. Tentatively he reached up, placing his hands on Kai’s hips, not pushing, not pulling, just touching.
As a tongue tipped against his lips he caved, a small sound escaping his throat as Kai settled in his lap. A swift move of hips, pressing down, a hand guiding his head to tilt just like that.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
A/N: Reita is an idiot.
He could have had him right that day they met. Why are my muses doing this to me.
Anyways: Merrry Christmas everyone!