[fic] What a chance - Reita/Ruki - 6
Title: What a chance
Chapters: 6/?
Author: limaccia_san
Beta: micukofelton
Genre: fluff, romance, smut, a bit angst
Warnings: SMUT SCENE, Manxman relationship
Rating: R
Band: the GazettE
Pairing: Reita/Ruki
Disclaimer: I don’t own them
Synopsis: Who thought hat in that stupid village they hated so much, they’d find by chance their soulmate and the one they’ll be able to realize their dream with??
Summary: “I have to go home, Taka, I’m sor... O_O What the hell are you doing?” Akira asked between laughter: Takanori was frowning, a frustrated pout on his red lips as he wiggled his hips madly, trying to find a comfortable position..
Comments: AU- high school (for now) fic. My first fic. It’s a very simple thing and I hope you’ll like it >//<.
A deep yawn was heard in a familiar room as Takanori slowly returned to consciousness after his nap. He slowly opened his eyes, as he stayed lazily sprawled on his bed, the last rays of an almost set sun seeping through the curtains warming him up nicely.
It had been a quiet afternoon, his folks weren’t at home and he had enjoyed it with his favourite person, who, at the moment, was still sleeping peacefully, the blonde head comfortably pillowed in his lap. He smiled at the sleeping face, suddenly caught by an irresistible wave of affection that he barely managed to hold back: he didn’t want to wake Akira up after all. After an entire afternoon of homework and practice they deserved a bit of idleness. He yawned again, putting a bent arm under his head; the other stretched toward Akira’s, his finger timidly playing with the soft blond locks. He averted his eyes toward the window, looking at the beautiful orange light that covered everything at that hour. It was the same light that coloured their hair with that strange orange that afternoon.
After greeting Matsumoto-san who kindly let Akira in her home, telling to him that Takanori was still sleeping, he bowed politely at her as she went out of the front door, closing it quietly. Akira grinned to himself at his luck and walked toward the stairs and up in Takanori’s room. In the dim light he walked near to the bed and spotted Takanori under his warm duvet, sound asleep. He awed mentally and removed his sweatshirt, pushing away a bit the blanket and laying down on his side, near Takanori, covering the both of them again. The little one, feeling the movements stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes, surprised to see Akira in his bed:
“Am I still dreaming?? :D” he asked sleepily but clearly happy, hugging the other.
Akira laughed and hugged him back: “I can pinch you, if you want”
“I’d rather prefer a kiss U_U ”
“Mmmmm, I can do that” their lips met tenderly for a moment.
“What are you doing here??” Takanori asked looking at him.
“I came for the birthday boy :D ” he replied smiling.
“Aaaawww are you his present?” Takanori said moving to put his head comfortably on Akira’s chest. Akira hugged him closer and kissed… “I am!” ...his forehead, “All for him” his nose, “Happy birthday, tiger” and his lips.
“Thank you, Aki >//< “ he murmured, enjoying every single sweet little gesture.
They fall asleep in each other embrace, until Akira’s alarm clock woke them up again a little time later.
“Come on, tiger, get up, we have to go” he said excitedly.
“Where?” asked Takanori curious.
“You’ll see U_U ... come on or we’ll miss the train”
They rushed to the station, took the train and then Akira dragged him towards the street until they reached the entrance of what could be Takanori’s heaven:
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AKI IT’S HUGE *O*“ he said, bouncing.
Akira knew perfectly that his boyfriend loved shopping so, as a birthday present, he brought him to this new, huge shopping centre and he was very happy to see the excited expression on his face:
“Come on... let’s go and see some shops”
“Aki, I can’t believe you brought me here *O* ..sank you ^O^ “ he said with eyes sparkling, all those cool shops making him want to cry in happiness, so he took Akira’s hand and began to run towards the first shop window. They spent the entire morning visiting every single shop and they bought a lot of things. It was late afternoon when they went back to the station to take the train that’d bring them back at home, hands full of shopping bags and their wallets definitely lighter.
It had been a great birthday, he had been so happy, just like how he was feeling in that moment. Happy, lucky to just lay there petting the soft hair that belonged to his special one. It was like that every time he had the chance to stay with Akira. Something in his chest spread warmth in every part of his body. He felt safe, and cared for, and somehow indispensable and it was just so good. The way Akira talked to him or kissed him or just held his hand... it felt so exciting. He discovered that he truly longed for Akira’s touches. Every time he stoked his face or hugged him he couldn’t help but get all cuddly, earning that way more cuddles and a very giggly, adorable Akira. But then, at night when he was in his room, laying on his bad, thinking about the other he inevitably began to fantasize about those touches and how’d they felt in another situation. He felt a bit embarrassed thinking those things, but he really couldn’t help it. Sometimes he got all aroused with the brief of touches and he was lucky that he always managed to hide his excited state from the other. Sure there wasn’t anything bad about it, they both were attractive guys and the physical attraction towards one another was the most natural thing for two young men, but still... he didn’t want Akira to think he was a perv or something. Akira was beautiful and affectionate and this overwhelming feeling he had was eating him up alive. But he was willing to give his life for the feeling... it was so powerful and paradoxically it made him feel alive... it was comparable only to the liberation he felt when he was singing... loudly... all his soul in his words... great, just a great sensation… and Akira made him feel like that: alive, free, energetic. He hoped he had at least half of the power Akira had on him... he hoped that Akira thought about him like that... he really hoped that this wasn’t a one way thought. He hoped his body trembled every time he was near him… that his mind went blank every time he kissed him... that his soul went on fire every time they were so close to feel their hearts pound against each other’s chests forcefully... that every time he felt his hand get a bit more adventurous and stroke a tiny bit of skin that poked under the hem of his shirt he felt so incredibly hot, flustered and full of desire all of a sudden... It had been surprisingly easy to bare the public restriction thing at the beginning, but lately... it was strange… he always craved for more... anywhere and every time... it was scaring how he just couldn’t be content with a brief kiss anymore.. every morning when Akira came to pick him up to go to school together he pulled him inside and attached his mouth to the other boy’s one hungrily, kissing passionately the other until they both were out of breathe. Akira had noticed his newfound desire and that it could explode anytime but he really couldn’t complain about it. If the frustrated noise he made every time things got heated up towards them were any indication, Akira was in the same condition as him.
But Takanori was still shocked the first time he woke up in the morning with white flakes covering his hand, as he remembered the night... moans, droplets of sweat covering his forehead as he, at the edge between dream and consciousness, thinking that the hand that was moving lower and lower on his body was Akira’s, slowly moved it under the thin fabric of his boxer, stoking satisfyingly. The next morning he was barely able to watch him in the eyes, blushing every time it happened, embarrassed as hell.
Ah yeah, he really was fucked up.
Akira shifted slightly in his sleep, interrupting Takanori’s train of thoughts. The sun had disappeared and the orange glow was replaced by the yellowish light of the street lamps’.
Yeah, he had it bad for Akira but he didn’t care, neither did he want to do something to change things. He was perfectly content like that.
~~~~~~~~~~~
“ENOUGH!!!!!”
“O_O Akira, what the hell?” Takanori asked a bit frightened from the outburst.
“I CAN’T DO THIS... I SIMPLY CAN’T”
“Come on, don’t give up yet :D” he tried to encourage him.
“YET, TAKANORI???? YET?? ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? IT’S ALL THE FUCKING AFTERNOON THAT I LOOK FOR THE RIGHT FUCKING NOTES BUT NOTHING, NOTHING AT ALL... I JUST WOULD REALLY LIKE TO KNOW WHEN MY FUCKING MUSIC SKILLS WILL COME BACK FROM THEIR FUCKING WALKING” he shouted angrily.
Takanori looked at him trying not to burst into laughter, but eventually he gave up... his frustrated boyfriend was rather amusing. But after noticing the annoyed glare Akira gave him he stopped immediately, coughing.
“Why don’t you try to sing while I play, maybe it’d help me. -_____-“ he suggested, glaring at him.
Takanori pretended to think about it for a moment, then: “Okay, but only if you give me a kiss ^3^“ he squeezed his eyes shut and pursed his lips, waiting for Akira to kiss them. Akira chuckled at his silliness, his problem forgotten then looked towards the open door, checking if there was anyone around. Once he was sure that Takanori’s mother was out of sight he leaned in and kissed briefly, but sweetly Takanori’s lips. He was about to sit back properly but instead he gasped when Takanori took his head between his hands and brought it near him again to smack his lips once again loudly. Then he rubbed his nose and cheek into Akira’s one, rawring.
“Taka >///<”
“Aaaaaawww you are all red >/////<” He planted a big, wet kiss on his cheek. Takanori giggled at his boyfriend’s blush: that was his tiger cry and he was rather proud of it because Akira loved it U_U.
“Guys, what are you doing?” came Matsumoto-san’s question, luckily from the other room.
“We’re trying to write something good mum, but we need to practise” shouted back Takanori then looking sensuously at Akira “so we are going in my room”. He took his hand, making him stand up and he headed him towards the stairs and in his room. They got inside and Takanori locked the door trying not to make any noise. He took the other’s hand again and pulled him towards his bed, making him sit down with his back leaning against the wall, then he got on as well, sitting between his spread legs, snuggling into him, with his head on his shoulder, smiling contently when he felt a kiss on his head and arms grapping around him, squeezing tightly. After a few moments:
“Taka?”
“Mmmmm?”
“Do you think your father knows about us?”
“Huh?? Why are you thinking about him now??”
“You know… while I was coming in, earlier I met him at the door and he glared at me...” he said thoughtfully.
“He glared? ...hum… but... did that glaring mean something like: “Stop molesting my son, you faggot” or something like “OMG, what’s wrong with your hair”?”
“…”
Takanori burst into laughter. “Aki. XD I can’t believe it... I thought you were used to it by now... ah the paranoia”
“Shut up. >_< …stupid me that was all worried about us -___-“ he said pouting.
“Aaaaaww the pout :D “ giggled Takanori, lifting a hand behind the other’s neck to pull him closer and to cover his pursed lips with tiny, playful kisses, making Akira laugh at the gesture.
It was always like that between the two of them: they understood each other without too much words and Akira knew perfectly well that Takanori was joking about the paranoia thing and that he was worried too to be catch, but on the other hand they had been careful, so there really was no need to be worried. Plus Takanori suspected that if his father had discovered their relationship his reaction would have been a bit more considerable than a simple glare at Akira.
So they relaxed in each other’s embrace... after all they deserved it, they spent all the afternoon trying to write more draft (like Akira was trying to do earlier), so they needed some time to be alone together. They both wanted it... as said Takanori craved for those rare moments.
Akira pulled a bit at Takanori’s head making his neck expose more and began to ravish it, kissing and nibbling.
“Mmmmmm, Aki ¯O¯“ he sighed .
“Mmmm... Does my tiger like it?” he whispered at his ear, before biting on his earlobe, liking it and sucking lightly in his mouth. Takanori really tried to reply, but with Akira molesting his neck and ear, two very sensitive spots, it was a really difficult task. Everything he managed to do was moan... and moan again when he felt Akira’s hands move on his body. One of them lower to the hem of his t-shirt, sneaking under the fabric to stroke his belly gently, the other one got even lower, along his thigh, resting on his knee and pulling at it to make him spread his legs. Takanori liked where it was going, he needed it, it’d give him a bit of relief from all that tension he felt lately because of those damned, blissful dreams. He just stayed there and felt. He knew that Akira’d never to anything that he didn’t want, so, totally trusting the other, he relaxed under the touch, wanting nothing more then the feel of Akira’s skin moving on his own, feel the other’s body so close to his and the sensations that closeness brought him and… he wanted to feel more of all of it. He felt Akira’s hand going lower along his inner thigh and with shudder of pleasure running up his spine he moved his head back to look a Akira with eyes full of desire he didn’t even know he had before attaching his lips in a open mouth, passionate kiss. He felt Akira’s erection poking him in his back and he felt strangely happy and proud knowing that he was the one who provoked it. Akira’s hand reached his destination and began to stroke lightly at the forming bulge in Takanori’s pants, earning an aroused moan from Takanori, who pulled away from the kiss to moan again his name. And hearing his name moaned so sensuously Akira closed his eyes and attached again the throat of the guy in his arms, moving the hand he still kept between his spread legs, feeling Takanori’s breathe more and more heavy as he trust his hips up, against his palm. He was about to move his other hand, still under his t-shirt, when they hear someone knocking at the door. Takanori panicky rushed to the door. He tried to put on the most bored and innocent expression he could manage in that moment and opened the door. Poking his head out he found himself face to face with his father who just looked at him coldly.
“What?” he asked annoyed
“Can I come in?”
Takanori, cursing mentally and thanking every Kami that in that moment he wore his large, baggy tracksuit pants, opened the door mentioning for him to enter. Matsumoto-san stepped inside and took a look around the room. Takanori nervously looked at Akira and sighed quietly in relief when he saw his boyfriend was sitting at his desk, all smiling and innocent.
“Hello, Matsumoto-san” he saw him greet politely and had to suffocate his laughter at the absurdity of the situation.
His father greeted back with a nod then turned back to his son who was leaning against the doorframe:
“Your mother and I are going out, be good you two”
“As usual.” he replied with a big smile, and this time it was Akira who had to suppress his chuckles.
“Well, see you later” the man went out of the room and closed the door, soon after they heard the front door closing as well and the two of them sighed in relief.
“Damn!! We had a close shave”
“Yeah... I didn’t hear him at all” Takanori said.
“Uh-uh me neither… you know, I was concentrated on something definitely better“ Akira said standing up from the chair, walking toward the bed and getting comfortable on it again.
“Really?? What was it?” asked Takanori smirking, joining him.
“Mmmm my amazing boyfriend… I’ll introduce you to him someday U_U” he said, pulling him by his hand and making him lay on the bed by his side.
“Oh he is lucky having your attention all for him” Takanori smiled at him.
“Yeah, but I’m too… I surely can’t complain..” he smiled back, lifting his t-shirt and leaning in to kiss his belly softly “...you should see him when he blushes... he’s so sweet >//<” he said, earning a light slap on his head from Takanori, who was actually smiling amused before bursting into giggles as he pushed his tongue in his navel, tickling him, getting his revenge. He raised his gaze amused to look at him and saw Takanori’s red face smiling sweetly at him, panting lightly. He leaned in closer to kiss his parted lips then lowered his head again, ravishing his body. Takanori happily enjoyed the attention the other was giving him, but when Akira bit at his side he suddenly felt out of breathe as the big “problem” in his pants sprung to life again. He put his hand gently on the back of the other’s head, encouraging him to continue, moaning shamelessly every time he stroked a sensitive spot on his skin with his mouth or tongue, until Akira reached his nipples, licking them attentively, one at a time, before biting down on them, not hard to cause him pain but enough to make a pleasant shudder run up his spine.
“Aki...” he moaned.
Akira looked at him for a moment, understanding what the other wanted. He laid on his side close to him, leaning his face to Takanori’s , as his fingers graced gently the skin his mouth had ravished just a few seconds ago, from his nipples to his pants’ band. He stroked the bare skin softly just below his navel for a moment, as he pushed his tongue past their lips, massaging inside Takanori’s mouth languidly, intertwining their tongues together, sucking on the other’s. Takanori began to feel very hot and among the movements in his mouth and those of Akira’s hand that in the meantime slipped inside his pants and was stroking gently his growing erection he was really surprised he still managed to not scream. While Akira added intensity to his strokes and his kisses were taking all his breathe away Takanori felt long shudders of pleasure lapping at his nerves and he began to move his hips, trusting his crotch in Akira’s palm, increasing the delightful contact. They matched their movements perfectly and Takanori pulled out of their kiss to moan, out of breathe, directly in Akira’s ear, licking it straight after. Hearing a moan in reply Takanori shifted his hand so he could reach Akira’s belly and he stroked it briefly, before lowering it, reaching his jeans. Feeling the hardness there a sudden, intense desire run over him. He moaned loudly and pulled his hand inside Akira’s boxers impatient to feel his erect member against his palm and with another moan he began to stroke Akira forcefully. The temperature in the room was raising dangerously, the only sounds were the moans and the heavy breathing of the two guys on the bed.
“Taka... Taka... maybe we should...”
-DRIN-
Two identical frustrated curses resounded in the room
“WHAT?????” Akira picked his phone up angrily.
“Akira, is that the way to answer?! Replied his mother indignantly.
“What??” he repeated trying to calm himself down.
“Come back home, I need help to tidy something up”
“Thing that can’t absolutely wait I suppose”
“Come back home Akira” she ordered coldly.
Sighing he put his phone down:
“I have to go home, Taka, I’m sor... O_O What the hell are you doing?” Akira asked between laughter: Takanori was frowning, a frustrated pout on his red lips as he wiggled his hips madly, trying to find a comfortable position. He blushed a bit when the other caught him, lowering his eyes murmuring an embarrassed:
“Don’t laugh at me” then, raising his voice so the other could hear him: “Aki, it kind of hurt now D:”
Akira blushed: “How can you say those things with that innocent face?? O_O “
“But it’s true D: ...please, don’t leave me like that >_<“ he said, lifting his arms, wounding them around his neck, pulling him closer. Chuckling, happy to satisfy his boyfriend’s request Akira pulled his hand inside Takanori’s pants again, feeling his erection, bigger than before, and with a moan he gave a few quick strokes before losing his patience and guided his hand inside his boxers, taking the throbbing, swollen flesh in his hand, making Takanori almost cry out at the contact. While Akira was leaning in to kiss him again he stopped suddenly to admire the effect of his hand: Takanori’s face was crunched up in pure pleasure, his eyes shut closed, his cheeks flushed, his mouth open and a torrent of moans and whimpers coming from his parted moist lips:
“A-aki… it feels so good… mo-more... more...”
Encouraged with all that passion and from the sticky liquid leaking from the hard cock in his hand he fastened his movements, squeezing it every now and then, dropping his thumb in the slit, making Takanori curl his fingers in the sheets, his mouth open wide, gulping in air between moans, shaking his head from side to side, until Akira touched his balls briefly... his back arched, “AKIRAAA” he shouted as his warm seed spilled onto Akira’s hand.
“Kami… Taka, you are so beautiful” he said giving the last stroke to help him ride out his orgasm, leaning in to kiss his forehead tenderly. Takanori in the meanwhile tried to remember how to breathe properly and lifted his hand, touching his cheek as he looked at him with half-lidded eyes:
“A-aki.”
“How do you feel, tiger?”
“I think I’ve never felt better before... Aki... you make me feel so good >//<... but... what about you??”
Akira chuckled: “Don’t worry. You know, hearing my mother’s voice put me out of the mood =_=“
Takanori chuckled and pulled Akira in for a small kiss. They put their foreheads together “I have to go, tiger T0T” Akira said sadly, tightening his grip “...hey why don’t you come with me? Or you are tired?” he suggested few seconds later.
Takanori suppressed a yawn and nodded his head smiling: “I can sleep a bit at your place. :D” …but we should clean us up a bit first U_U “
“Yeah, I think it too XD”
They cleaned up quickly, making themselves presentable again and then went out, towards Akira’s bike. Akira got on and waited for Takanori to sit on the luggage rack, wounding his arms around him tightly and began to pedal toward his home. He loved to ride Akira’s bike with him: he had the opportunity to hug him and snuggle closer in public, without arouse suspicions. When Akira took one of his hand that was peacefully laying on his belly and stroked his fingers affectionately he smiled contently, he put his forehead against Akira’s back, breathing in his scent as the thought of what they just did in his room made him all flustered, but so happy.
A few minutes later they arrived at Akira’s house. They walked in, both nervous.
“Why the hell did you take such a long time to come here??”
“Hi too you too, mum.” Akira replied sarcastically.
“Hi, Suzuki-san” Takanori greeted quietly. Akira’s mother always made him feel really nervous, but he felt also angry because of the way she treated Akira.
“Well, enough with this amusing scene… why don’t you tell me what’s so urgent to get in order?” he heard Akira ask her.
Suzuki-san was really annoyed with his son’s comment, but decided to stay silent, in order to avoid making a scene in front of an extraneous person. However unwelcome Takanori was he was still a guest. So she just said:
“Come with me”
“Okay” Akira replied, then turning to Takanori “Will you wait in my room?”
“Sure” he smiled widely.
Akira smiled back and then followed his mother towards the garage. Takanori stayed there for a moment to watch him go away before walking towards the stairs and up in Akira’s room. It was the only place he felt comfortable in. Suzuki-san looked strangely at him every time he stepped in that house. It was for this reason that they always stayed at Takanori’s, where the atmosphere was much quieter, also because his parents were never at home.
As soon as he entered Akira’s room he went directly towards the bed, throwing himself on it with a content moan. He stretched his arms and made himself comfortable on the pillow. He took a deep breathe and felt Akira’s scent on it. He smiled widely, happy about his discover and, feeling like a little girl with a big crush, he hugged the pillow, imaging it was his Akira he was holding in his arms and he felt asleep calmly, with a smile on his lips.
In the meanwhile Akira was cursing silently under the watchful eye of his mother, who was checking on him while he moved some heavy boxes, and decided that that was the right moment to have a chat with him:
“Can I know why you always bring him here??”
Immediately understanding who she was talking about Akira suppressed a wave of anger listening to her talking about his boyfriend like that: “We are friends mum. We were at his place and you called while we were playing, we wanted to hang out together so I asked him to come along”
“And when can I talk with you?”
“Now... what’s better then a good mother-son chat while I’m here splitting my back??”
“Why can’t you be a bit serious, Akira??” she raised her voice angry.
“Do I look like I’m having fun?? Listen why don’t you tell me what you need and stop trying to look like you care??”
Hearing those words Suzuki-san stiffened up for a moment, but she just bit on her lips to control herself and then venomously asked:
“He’s not another experiment to test your doubtful sexuality and my patience, is he? Akira if I discover that there is something going on between you two you know how this will end” she threatened evilly.
Akira had to take a few deep, long breaths not to throw something at her. He calmed himself down quickly then said:
“I know, we are just friend. There is what you needed, mum”
He walked out of the garage and rushed in his room. As soon as he stepped inside he stopped abruptly. The sweetest image ever in front on his eyes: Takanori curled up on his bed, hugging for dear life his pillow, his blonde hair covering part of his beautiful face swinging softly at every breath. He leaned against the doorframe for a moment, looking at him, the image of what they did some time ago in Takanori’s bedroom flashing in his mind, making him blush. He felt happier just looking at the little ball of energy, thinking about how much his life improved. He remembered the look Takanori always gave him when he looked at him with his happy face: those eyes shining so beautifully... but there was also the discussion with his mother that came on his mind... this constant hurdle at his happiness. He walked nearer the bed and laid down next to the curled tiger, trying to not wake him up, looking at the beautiful sleeping face. Takanori, not really aware of other’s body movement around him, tightened his grip on the pillow, still sleeping, half-conscious of the hand stroking softly his head he murmured in the slumber: “Aki”. Akira smiled widely and kept stoking his hair while he wondered how he could do without that wonderful guy... Staring tenderly at the still body next to his own he realized that he had never told to Takanori how he really felt, even if he had noticed some time ago. He felt the need to confess to the other what he really meant to him. He cupped Takanori’s cheek with his hand, his thumb stroking the soft skin tenderly. Takanori stirred a bit and his smile widened ever more at the contact, without opening his eyes he sighed contently Akira’s name as he lifted his hand, cupping the other’s and he turned his head a bit to kiss the warm palm gently. Akira nearly squealed at the cute image, but managed to hold himself back thinking that that’d not be good for his manliness, so he just smiled and leaned in to kiss him on his forehead.
“I’ve never seen anyone hugging a pillow like that” he said quietly, pulling away his hand from his face and laced their fingers together.
“Mmmmm” hummed Takanori as he lazily began to open his eyes, blushing a bit “it smells like you” he squeezed the pillow and buried his face on it to smell once again, hiding his face into it. Akira laughed amused by the other’s playfulness and said:
“Taka?”
“Whut?” came the muffled reply from the pillow.
“I’m in love with you”
Takanori froze for a second, then lifted himself from the pillow, showing his (really) red face to look the other in his eyes, but he found out that he couldn’t hold the intensity of his look, so he lowered his eyes on the sheets. He murmured:
“You have never said it before”
Akira smiled at his boyfriend’s reaction, thinking it was extremely sweet and said:
“I know, but I wanted to be sure before saying such an important thing”
Takanori lifted his incredulous gaze and looked at him in his eyes, crawling nearer and putting his hand on Akira’s chest, feeling his heart beating quickly under his palm. He neared his face to the other’s:
“Say it again” he whispered.
“I love you, Takanori” he blushed even more and then threw himself in the other’s arms, leaning his face against his chest. He was absolutely sure about what he was going to say:
“I love you too, Akira” he squeezed him tightly “so much”.
Notes ♪:
Another chap done ^O^/ Hope you liked it.. it was my first attempt in writing smut, so.. yeah.. tell me how it was, k??
Again thanks to micukofelton for beting me and her advice *grabs* Sank you ^O^/.
Chapters: 6/?
Author: limaccia_san
Beta: micukofelton
Genre: fluff, romance, smut, a bit angst
Warnings: SMUT SCENE, Manxman relationship
Rating: R
Band: the GazettE
Pairing: Reita/Ruki
Disclaimer: I don’t own them
Synopsis: Who thought hat in that stupid village they hated so much, they’d find by chance their soulmate and the one they’ll be able to realize their dream with??
Summary: “I have to go home, Taka, I’m sor... O_O What the hell are you doing?” Akira asked between laughter: Takanori was frowning, a frustrated pout on his red lips as he wiggled his hips madly, trying to find a comfortable position..
Comments: AU- high school (for now) fic. My first fic. It’s a very simple thing and I hope you’ll like it >//<.
A deep yawn was heard in a familiar room as Takanori slowly returned to consciousness after his nap. He slowly opened his eyes, as he stayed lazily sprawled on his bed, the last rays of an almost set sun seeping through the curtains warming him up nicely.
It had been a quiet afternoon, his folks weren’t at home and he had enjoyed it with his favourite person, who, at the moment, was still sleeping peacefully, the blonde head comfortably pillowed in his lap. He smiled at the sleeping face, suddenly caught by an irresistible wave of affection that he barely managed to hold back: he didn’t want to wake Akira up after all. After an entire afternoon of homework and practice they deserved a bit of idleness. He yawned again, putting a bent arm under his head; the other stretched toward Akira’s, his finger timidly playing with the soft blond locks. He averted his eyes toward the window, looking at the beautiful orange light that covered everything at that hour. It was the same light that coloured their hair with that strange orange that afternoon.
After greeting Matsumoto-san who kindly let Akira in her home, telling to him that Takanori was still sleeping, he bowed politely at her as she went out of the front door, closing it quietly. Akira grinned to himself at his luck and walked toward the stairs and up in Takanori’s room. In the dim light he walked near to the bed and spotted Takanori under his warm duvet, sound asleep. He awed mentally and removed his sweatshirt, pushing away a bit the blanket and laying down on his side, near Takanori, covering the both of them again. The little one, feeling the movements stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes, surprised to see Akira in his bed:
“Am I still dreaming?? :D” he asked sleepily but clearly happy, hugging the other.
Akira laughed and hugged him back: “I can pinch you, if you want”
“I’d rather prefer a kiss U_U ”
“Mmmmm, I can do that” their lips met tenderly for a moment.
“What are you doing here??” Takanori asked looking at him.
“I came for the birthday boy :D ” he replied smiling.
“Aaaawww are you his present?” Takanori said moving to put his head comfortably on Akira’s chest. Akira hugged him closer and kissed… “I am!” ...his forehead, “All for him” his nose, “Happy birthday, tiger” and his lips.
“Thank you, Aki >//< “ he murmured, enjoying every single sweet little gesture.
They fall asleep in each other embrace, until Akira’s alarm clock woke them up again a little time later.
“Come on, tiger, get up, we have to go” he said excitedly.
“Where?” asked Takanori curious.
“You’ll see U_U ... come on or we’ll miss the train”
They rushed to the station, took the train and then Akira dragged him towards the street until they reached the entrance of what could be Takanori’s heaven:
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AKI IT’S HUGE *O*“ he said, bouncing.
Akira knew perfectly that his boyfriend loved shopping so, as a birthday present, he brought him to this new, huge shopping centre and he was very happy to see the excited expression on his face:
“Come on... let’s go and see some shops”
“Aki, I can’t believe you brought me here *O* ..sank you ^O^ “ he said with eyes sparkling, all those cool shops making him want to cry in happiness, so he took Akira’s hand and began to run towards the first shop window. They spent the entire morning visiting every single shop and they bought a lot of things. It was late afternoon when they went back to the station to take the train that’d bring them back at home, hands full of shopping bags and their wallets definitely lighter.
It had been a great birthday, he had been so happy, just like how he was feeling in that moment. Happy, lucky to just lay there petting the soft hair that belonged to his special one. It was like that every time he had the chance to stay with Akira. Something in his chest spread warmth in every part of his body. He felt safe, and cared for, and somehow indispensable and it was just so good. The way Akira talked to him or kissed him or just held his hand... it felt so exciting. He discovered that he truly longed for Akira’s touches. Every time he stoked his face or hugged him he couldn’t help but get all cuddly, earning that way more cuddles and a very giggly, adorable Akira. But then, at night when he was in his room, laying on his bad, thinking about the other he inevitably began to fantasize about those touches and how’d they felt in another situation. He felt a bit embarrassed thinking those things, but he really couldn’t help it. Sometimes he got all aroused with the brief of touches and he was lucky that he always managed to hide his excited state from the other. Sure there wasn’t anything bad about it, they both were attractive guys and the physical attraction towards one another was the most natural thing for two young men, but still... he didn’t want Akira to think he was a perv or something. Akira was beautiful and affectionate and this overwhelming feeling he had was eating him up alive. But he was willing to give his life for the feeling... it was so powerful and paradoxically it made him feel alive... it was comparable only to the liberation he felt when he was singing... loudly... all his soul in his words... great, just a great sensation… and Akira made him feel like that: alive, free, energetic. He hoped he had at least half of the power Akira had on him... he hoped that Akira thought about him like that... he really hoped that this wasn’t a one way thought. He hoped his body trembled every time he was near him… that his mind went blank every time he kissed him... that his soul went on fire every time they were so close to feel their hearts pound against each other’s chests forcefully... that every time he felt his hand get a bit more adventurous and stroke a tiny bit of skin that poked under the hem of his shirt he felt so incredibly hot, flustered and full of desire all of a sudden... It had been surprisingly easy to bare the public restriction thing at the beginning, but lately... it was strange… he always craved for more... anywhere and every time... it was scaring how he just couldn’t be content with a brief kiss anymore.. every morning when Akira came to pick him up to go to school together he pulled him inside and attached his mouth to the other boy’s one hungrily, kissing passionately the other until they both were out of breathe. Akira had noticed his newfound desire and that it could explode anytime but he really couldn’t complain about it. If the frustrated noise he made every time things got heated up towards them were any indication, Akira was in the same condition as him.
But Takanori was still shocked the first time he woke up in the morning with white flakes covering his hand, as he remembered the night... moans, droplets of sweat covering his forehead as he, at the edge between dream and consciousness, thinking that the hand that was moving lower and lower on his body was Akira’s, slowly moved it under the thin fabric of his boxer, stoking satisfyingly. The next morning he was barely able to watch him in the eyes, blushing every time it happened, embarrassed as hell.
Ah yeah, he really was fucked up.
Akira shifted slightly in his sleep, interrupting Takanori’s train of thoughts. The sun had disappeared and the orange glow was replaced by the yellowish light of the street lamps’.
Yeah, he had it bad for Akira but he didn’t care, neither did he want to do something to change things. He was perfectly content like that.
~~~~~~~~~~~
“ENOUGH!!!!!”
“O_O Akira, what the hell?” Takanori asked a bit frightened from the outburst.
“I CAN’T DO THIS... I SIMPLY CAN’T”
“Come on, don’t give up yet :D” he tried to encourage him.
“YET, TAKANORI???? YET?? ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? IT’S ALL THE FUCKING AFTERNOON THAT I LOOK FOR THE RIGHT FUCKING NOTES BUT NOTHING, NOTHING AT ALL... I JUST WOULD REALLY LIKE TO KNOW WHEN MY FUCKING MUSIC SKILLS WILL COME BACK FROM THEIR FUCKING WALKING” he shouted angrily.
Takanori looked at him trying not to burst into laughter, but eventually he gave up... his frustrated boyfriend was rather amusing. But after noticing the annoyed glare Akira gave him he stopped immediately, coughing.
“Why don’t you try to sing while I play, maybe it’d help me. -_____-“ he suggested, glaring at him.
Takanori pretended to think about it for a moment, then: “Okay, but only if you give me a kiss ^3^“ he squeezed his eyes shut and pursed his lips, waiting for Akira to kiss them. Akira chuckled at his silliness, his problem forgotten then looked towards the open door, checking if there was anyone around. Once he was sure that Takanori’s mother was out of sight he leaned in and kissed briefly, but sweetly Takanori’s lips. He was about to sit back properly but instead he gasped when Takanori took his head between his hands and brought it near him again to smack his lips once again loudly. Then he rubbed his nose and cheek into Akira’s one, rawring.
“Taka >///<”
“Aaaaaawww you are all red >/////<” He planted a big, wet kiss on his cheek. Takanori giggled at his boyfriend’s blush: that was his tiger cry and he was rather proud of it because Akira loved it U_U.
“Guys, what are you doing?” came Matsumoto-san’s question, luckily from the other room.
“We’re trying to write something good mum, but we need to practise” shouted back Takanori then looking sensuously at Akira “so we are going in my room”. He took his hand, making him stand up and he headed him towards the stairs and in his room. They got inside and Takanori locked the door trying not to make any noise. He took the other’s hand again and pulled him towards his bed, making him sit down with his back leaning against the wall, then he got on as well, sitting between his spread legs, snuggling into him, with his head on his shoulder, smiling contently when he felt a kiss on his head and arms grapping around him, squeezing tightly. After a few moments:
“Taka?”
“Mmmmm?”
“Do you think your father knows about us?”
“Huh?? Why are you thinking about him now??”
“You know… while I was coming in, earlier I met him at the door and he glared at me...” he said thoughtfully.
“He glared? ...hum… but... did that glaring mean something like: “Stop molesting my son, you faggot” or something like “OMG, what’s wrong with your hair”?”
“…”
Takanori burst into laughter. “Aki. XD I can’t believe it... I thought you were used to it by now... ah the paranoia”
“Shut up. >_< …stupid me that was all worried about us -___-“ he said pouting.
“Aaaaaww the pout :D “ giggled Takanori, lifting a hand behind the other’s neck to pull him closer and to cover his pursed lips with tiny, playful kisses, making Akira laugh at the gesture.
It was always like that between the two of them: they understood each other without too much words and Akira knew perfectly well that Takanori was joking about the paranoia thing and that he was worried too to be catch, but on the other hand they had been careful, so there really was no need to be worried. Plus Takanori suspected that if his father had discovered their relationship his reaction would have been a bit more considerable than a simple glare at Akira.
So they relaxed in each other’s embrace... after all they deserved it, they spent all the afternoon trying to write more draft (like Akira was trying to do earlier), so they needed some time to be alone together. They both wanted it... as said Takanori craved for those rare moments.
Akira pulled a bit at Takanori’s head making his neck expose more and began to ravish it, kissing and nibbling.
“Mmmmmm, Aki ¯O¯“ he sighed .
“Mmmm... Does my tiger like it?” he whispered at his ear, before biting on his earlobe, liking it and sucking lightly in his mouth. Takanori really tried to reply, but with Akira molesting his neck and ear, two very sensitive spots, it was a really difficult task. Everything he managed to do was moan... and moan again when he felt Akira’s hands move on his body. One of them lower to the hem of his t-shirt, sneaking under the fabric to stroke his belly gently, the other one got even lower, along his thigh, resting on his knee and pulling at it to make him spread his legs. Takanori liked where it was going, he needed it, it’d give him a bit of relief from all that tension he felt lately because of those damned, blissful dreams. He just stayed there and felt. He knew that Akira’d never to anything that he didn’t want, so, totally trusting the other, he relaxed under the touch, wanting nothing more then the feel of Akira’s skin moving on his own, feel the other’s body so close to his and the sensations that closeness brought him and… he wanted to feel more of all of it. He felt Akira’s hand going lower along his inner thigh and with shudder of pleasure running up his spine he moved his head back to look a Akira with eyes full of desire he didn’t even know he had before attaching his lips in a open mouth, passionate kiss. He felt Akira’s erection poking him in his back and he felt strangely happy and proud knowing that he was the one who provoked it. Akira’s hand reached his destination and began to stroke lightly at the forming bulge in Takanori’s pants, earning an aroused moan from Takanori, who pulled away from the kiss to moan again his name. And hearing his name moaned so sensuously Akira closed his eyes and attached again the throat of the guy in his arms, moving the hand he still kept between his spread legs, feeling Takanori’s breathe more and more heavy as he trust his hips up, against his palm. He was about to move his other hand, still under his t-shirt, when they hear someone knocking at the door. Takanori panicky rushed to the door. He tried to put on the most bored and innocent expression he could manage in that moment and opened the door. Poking his head out he found himself face to face with his father who just looked at him coldly.
“What?” he asked annoyed
“Can I come in?”
Takanori, cursing mentally and thanking every Kami that in that moment he wore his large, baggy tracksuit pants, opened the door mentioning for him to enter. Matsumoto-san stepped inside and took a look around the room. Takanori nervously looked at Akira and sighed quietly in relief when he saw his boyfriend was sitting at his desk, all smiling and innocent.
“Hello, Matsumoto-san” he saw him greet politely and had to suffocate his laughter at the absurdity of the situation.
His father greeted back with a nod then turned back to his son who was leaning against the doorframe:
“Your mother and I are going out, be good you two”
“As usual.” he replied with a big smile, and this time it was Akira who had to suppress his chuckles.
“Well, see you later” the man went out of the room and closed the door, soon after they heard the front door closing as well and the two of them sighed in relief.
“Damn!! We had a close shave”
“Yeah... I didn’t hear him at all” Takanori said.
“Uh-uh me neither… you know, I was concentrated on something definitely better“ Akira said standing up from the chair, walking toward the bed and getting comfortable on it again.
“Really?? What was it?” asked Takanori smirking, joining him.
“Mmmm my amazing boyfriend… I’ll introduce you to him someday U_U” he said, pulling him by his hand and making him lay on the bed by his side.
“Oh he is lucky having your attention all for him” Takanori smiled at him.
“Yeah, but I’m too… I surely can’t complain..” he smiled back, lifting his t-shirt and leaning in to kiss his belly softly “...you should see him when he blushes... he’s so sweet >//<” he said, earning a light slap on his head from Takanori, who was actually smiling amused before bursting into giggles as he pushed his tongue in his navel, tickling him, getting his revenge. He raised his gaze amused to look at him and saw Takanori’s red face smiling sweetly at him, panting lightly. He leaned in closer to kiss his parted lips then lowered his head again, ravishing his body. Takanori happily enjoyed the attention the other was giving him, but when Akira bit at his side he suddenly felt out of breathe as the big “problem” in his pants sprung to life again. He put his hand gently on the back of the other’s head, encouraging him to continue, moaning shamelessly every time he stroked a sensitive spot on his skin with his mouth or tongue, until Akira reached his nipples, licking them attentively, one at a time, before biting down on them, not hard to cause him pain but enough to make a pleasant shudder run up his spine.
“Aki...” he moaned.
Akira looked at him for a moment, understanding what the other wanted. He laid on his side close to him, leaning his face to Takanori’s , as his fingers graced gently the skin his mouth had ravished just a few seconds ago, from his nipples to his pants’ band. He stroked the bare skin softly just below his navel for a moment, as he pushed his tongue past their lips, massaging inside Takanori’s mouth languidly, intertwining their tongues together, sucking on the other’s. Takanori began to feel very hot and among the movements in his mouth and those of Akira’s hand that in the meantime slipped inside his pants and was stroking gently his growing erection he was really surprised he still managed to not scream. While Akira added intensity to his strokes and his kisses were taking all his breathe away Takanori felt long shudders of pleasure lapping at his nerves and he began to move his hips, trusting his crotch in Akira’s palm, increasing the delightful contact. They matched their movements perfectly and Takanori pulled out of their kiss to moan, out of breathe, directly in Akira’s ear, licking it straight after. Hearing a moan in reply Takanori shifted his hand so he could reach Akira’s belly and he stroked it briefly, before lowering it, reaching his jeans. Feeling the hardness there a sudden, intense desire run over him. He moaned loudly and pulled his hand inside Akira’s boxers impatient to feel his erect member against his palm and with another moan he began to stroke Akira forcefully. The temperature in the room was raising dangerously, the only sounds were the moans and the heavy breathing of the two guys on the bed.
“Taka... Taka... maybe we should...”
-DRIN-
Two identical frustrated curses resounded in the room
“WHAT?????” Akira picked his phone up angrily.
“Akira, is that the way to answer?! Replied his mother indignantly.
“What??” he repeated trying to calm himself down.
“Come back home, I need help to tidy something up”
“Thing that can’t absolutely wait I suppose”
“Come back home Akira” she ordered coldly.
Sighing he put his phone down:
“I have to go home, Taka, I’m sor... O_O What the hell are you doing?” Akira asked between laughter: Takanori was frowning, a frustrated pout on his red lips as he wiggled his hips madly, trying to find a comfortable position. He blushed a bit when the other caught him, lowering his eyes murmuring an embarrassed:
“Don’t laugh at me” then, raising his voice so the other could hear him: “Aki, it kind of hurt now D:”
Akira blushed: “How can you say those things with that innocent face?? O_O “
“But it’s true D: ...please, don’t leave me like that >_<“ he said, lifting his arms, wounding them around his neck, pulling him closer. Chuckling, happy to satisfy his boyfriend’s request Akira pulled his hand inside Takanori’s pants again, feeling his erection, bigger than before, and with a moan he gave a few quick strokes before losing his patience and guided his hand inside his boxers, taking the throbbing, swollen flesh in his hand, making Takanori almost cry out at the contact. While Akira was leaning in to kiss him again he stopped suddenly to admire the effect of his hand: Takanori’s face was crunched up in pure pleasure, his eyes shut closed, his cheeks flushed, his mouth open and a torrent of moans and whimpers coming from his parted moist lips:
“A-aki… it feels so good… mo-more... more...”
Encouraged with all that passion and from the sticky liquid leaking from the hard cock in his hand he fastened his movements, squeezing it every now and then, dropping his thumb in the slit, making Takanori curl his fingers in the sheets, his mouth open wide, gulping in air between moans, shaking his head from side to side, until Akira touched his balls briefly... his back arched, “AKIRAAA” he shouted as his warm seed spilled onto Akira’s hand.
“Kami… Taka, you are so beautiful” he said giving the last stroke to help him ride out his orgasm, leaning in to kiss his forehead tenderly. Takanori in the meanwhile tried to remember how to breathe properly and lifted his hand, touching his cheek as he looked at him with half-lidded eyes:
“A-aki.”
“How do you feel, tiger?”
“I think I’ve never felt better before... Aki... you make me feel so good >//<... but... what about you??”
Akira chuckled: “Don’t worry. You know, hearing my mother’s voice put me out of the mood =_=“
Takanori chuckled and pulled Akira in for a small kiss. They put their foreheads together “I have to go, tiger T0T” Akira said sadly, tightening his grip “...hey why don’t you come with me? Or you are tired?” he suggested few seconds later.
Takanori suppressed a yawn and nodded his head smiling: “I can sleep a bit at your place. :D” …but we should clean us up a bit first U_U “
“Yeah, I think it too XD”
They cleaned up quickly, making themselves presentable again and then went out, towards Akira’s bike. Akira got on and waited for Takanori to sit on the luggage rack, wounding his arms around him tightly and began to pedal toward his home. He loved to ride Akira’s bike with him: he had the opportunity to hug him and snuggle closer in public, without arouse suspicions. When Akira took one of his hand that was peacefully laying on his belly and stroked his fingers affectionately he smiled contently, he put his forehead against Akira’s back, breathing in his scent as the thought of what they just did in his room made him all flustered, but so happy.
A few minutes later they arrived at Akira’s house. They walked in, both nervous.
“Why the hell did you take such a long time to come here??”
“Hi too you too, mum.” Akira replied sarcastically.
“Hi, Suzuki-san” Takanori greeted quietly. Akira’s mother always made him feel really nervous, but he felt also angry because of the way she treated Akira.
“Well, enough with this amusing scene… why don’t you tell me what’s so urgent to get in order?” he heard Akira ask her.
Suzuki-san was really annoyed with his son’s comment, but decided to stay silent, in order to avoid making a scene in front of an extraneous person. However unwelcome Takanori was he was still a guest. So she just said:
“Come with me”
“Okay” Akira replied, then turning to Takanori “Will you wait in my room?”
“Sure” he smiled widely.
Akira smiled back and then followed his mother towards the garage. Takanori stayed there for a moment to watch him go away before walking towards the stairs and up in Akira’s room. It was the only place he felt comfortable in. Suzuki-san looked strangely at him every time he stepped in that house. It was for this reason that they always stayed at Takanori’s, where the atmosphere was much quieter, also because his parents were never at home.
As soon as he entered Akira’s room he went directly towards the bed, throwing himself on it with a content moan. He stretched his arms and made himself comfortable on the pillow. He took a deep breathe and felt Akira’s scent on it. He smiled widely, happy about his discover and, feeling like a little girl with a big crush, he hugged the pillow, imaging it was his Akira he was holding in his arms and he felt asleep calmly, with a smile on his lips.
In the meanwhile Akira was cursing silently under the watchful eye of his mother, who was checking on him while he moved some heavy boxes, and decided that that was the right moment to have a chat with him:
“Can I know why you always bring him here??”
Immediately understanding who she was talking about Akira suppressed a wave of anger listening to her talking about his boyfriend like that: “We are friends mum. We were at his place and you called while we were playing, we wanted to hang out together so I asked him to come along”
“And when can I talk with you?”
“Now... what’s better then a good mother-son chat while I’m here splitting my back??”
“Why can’t you be a bit serious, Akira??” she raised her voice angry.
“Do I look like I’m having fun?? Listen why don’t you tell me what you need and stop trying to look like you care??”
Hearing those words Suzuki-san stiffened up for a moment, but she just bit on her lips to control herself and then venomously asked:
“He’s not another experiment to test your doubtful sexuality and my patience, is he? Akira if I discover that there is something going on between you two you know how this will end” she threatened evilly.
Akira had to take a few deep, long breaths not to throw something at her. He calmed himself down quickly then said:
“I know, we are just friend. There is what you needed, mum”
He walked out of the garage and rushed in his room. As soon as he stepped inside he stopped abruptly. The sweetest image ever in front on his eyes: Takanori curled up on his bed, hugging for dear life his pillow, his blonde hair covering part of his beautiful face swinging softly at every breath. He leaned against the doorframe for a moment, looking at him, the image of what they did some time ago in Takanori’s bedroom flashing in his mind, making him blush. He felt happier just looking at the little ball of energy, thinking about how much his life improved. He remembered the look Takanori always gave him when he looked at him with his happy face: those eyes shining so beautifully... but there was also the discussion with his mother that came on his mind... this constant hurdle at his happiness. He walked nearer the bed and laid down next to the curled tiger, trying to not wake him up, looking at the beautiful sleeping face. Takanori, not really aware of other’s body movement around him, tightened his grip on the pillow, still sleeping, half-conscious of the hand stroking softly his head he murmured in the slumber: “Aki”. Akira smiled widely and kept stoking his hair while he wondered how he could do without that wonderful guy... Staring tenderly at the still body next to his own he realized that he had never told to Takanori how he really felt, even if he had noticed some time ago. He felt the need to confess to the other what he really meant to him. He cupped Takanori’s cheek with his hand, his thumb stroking the soft skin tenderly. Takanori stirred a bit and his smile widened ever more at the contact, without opening his eyes he sighed contently Akira’s name as he lifted his hand, cupping the other’s and he turned his head a bit to kiss the warm palm gently. Akira nearly squealed at the cute image, but managed to hold himself back thinking that that’d not be good for his manliness, so he just smiled and leaned in to kiss him on his forehead.
“I’ve never seen anyone hugging a pillow like that” he said quietly, pulling away his hand from his face and laced their fingers together.
“Mmmmm” hummed Takanori as he lazily began to open his eyes, blushing a bit “it smells like you” he squeezed the pillow and buried his face on it to smell once again, hiding his face into it. Akira laughed amused by the other’s playfulness and said:
“Taka?”
“Whut?” came the muffled reply from the pillow.
“I’m in love with you”
Takanori froze for a second, then lifted himself from the pillow, showing his (really) red face to look the other in his eyes, but he found out that he couldn’t hold the intensity of his look, so he lowered his eyes on the sheets. He murmured:
“You have never said it before”
Akira smiled at his boyfriend’s reaction, thinking it was extremely sweet and said:
“I know, but I wanted to be sure before saying such an important thing”
Takanori lifted his incredulous gaze and looked at him in his eyes, crawling nearer and putting his hand on Akira’s chest, feeling his heart beating quickly under his palm. He neared his face to the other’s:
“Say it again” he whispered.
“I love you, Takanori” he blushed even more and then threw himself in the other’s arms, leaning his face against his chest. He was absolutely sure about what he was going to say:
“I love you too, Akira” he squeezed him tightly “so much”.
Notes ♪:
Another chap done ^O^/ Hope you liked it.. it was my first attempt in writing smut, so.. yeah.. tell me how it was, k??
Again thanks to micukofelton for beting me and her advice *grabs* Sank you ^O^/.