E is for Engaged
Title: E is for Engaged
Author: Kyuu [masochiistic]
Pairing(s) : Reita + Kai
About: When hidden bandroom sex turns into a question of marriage, Kai isn't sure what to say.
Disclaimer: If only.
Notes: Bad summary, I know.
Past Letters: [A][B][C][ D]
The sound was soft, it was quiet, it was almost nonexistent, but it was there.
Uruha probably would have missed it, had it not been for him passing the room from which the sounds emitted. He could hear hushed voices, the dominant voice, one that clearly belonged to Reita, telling the other to quiet down. Who the other was, he didn’t know, and he was sure if he stayed, he’d figure it out.
“Kai,” Reita whispered, keeping his lips close to the ear of the other, “I have something to tell you…”
Kai found it impossible to believe that now, when he was so close that his body was convulsing, that Reita would dare stop his hand from continuing it’s previous action. “Now,” he breathed, “is not.. a good time!”
“It’s a perfect time,” came the response. “Here, with you so compliant..”
“Then out with it!” Kai yelled, tilting his head back against the wall, whimpering as the hand of the other started against his flushed skin again.
“Marry me,” he whispered, nipping at the other’s neck softly, tongue tracing a random pattern.
Kai stopped breathing.
There was no way Reita was serious. It seemed improbable, and even though they had kept their relationship a secret for almost a year now, and when they fought it was petty, but to marry would be jeopardizing everything, everything from their career to their friendships. What if… what if Aoi had kept some secret crush on Reita, and suddenly he didn’t like either of them anymore? Or what if they broke up? Would that be to much of a strain on the band? This was too much to take at once, and he buried himself into Reita’s neck.
“Rei-chan…we can’t,” Kai whispered back, biting his lip. Somehow, despite the awkwardness of his most valued possession being blatantly shown wasn’t nearly as awkward as explaining that you couldn’t marry the person you loved.
“Why not? Because we’re both guys?” Reita snapped, though in a rather contradictive way as his arms became a gentle hold on Kai.
It was then, Kai realized, that he hadn’t even considered that. Who would marry two guys? But he shook his head. “There’s so much at risk…” Slowly, the need for release was leaving, his mind more focused elsewhere, and he hastened to fix his pants.
But Reita apparently did not see the same way. “What is there to lose, Kai? I’m not asking you run out to the tabloids and tell them. I’m not even saying the others have to know. We can run away to America and-”
“That would bring even more attention to us,” Kai interjected.
“I don’t care, Kai!” Reita stepped back from the drummer --his drummer boy-and sighed. “I just… I just want you. Forever.” Reita noticed Kai smile, his dimples accentuated by the blush that adorned them as well.
“Reita… If… if I say yes, will you… let me chose the day?” Kai finally said, biting his lip in that unsure way.
Reita looked up, holding his breath. It seemed almost too easy now, and he nodded.
“Then… yes.”
Time momentarily stopped, and Reita knew he wasn’t breathing, knew nothing except for the fact that he’d have Kai for eternity, and even that didn’t seem long enough. He hadn’t noticed Kai walk over to him, hardly noticed he was being kissed till pressure was added, and then he gave it his all, biting gently on the lower lip of the smaller, basking in the happy sound that was given back to him. When air from their noses were no longer sufficient, both pulled back.
Kai’s earlier protests were either gone or suddenly insufficient.
“When should… should well tell everyone?” Kai whispered.
“Later. Not today,” Reita replied, hardly daring to speak to loud, afraid of marring the moment.
They both walked out, slowly, neither daring to look at the other, though both smiling profusely.
They were both a bit shocked when the first thing they heard was the soft, amused voice of Uruha saying, “Congratulations.”
Author: Kyuu [masochiistic]
Pairing(s) : Reita + Kai
About: When hidden bandroom sex turns into a question of marriage, Kai isn't sure what to say.
Disclaimer: If only.
Notes: Bad summary, I know.
Past Letters: [A][B][C][ D]
The sound was soft, it was quiet, it was almost nonexistent, but it was there.
Uruha probably would have missed it, had it not been for him passing the room from which the sounds emitted. He could hear hushed voices, the dominant voice, one that clearly belonged to Reita, telling the other to quiet down. Who the other was, he didn’t know, and he was sure if he stayed, he’d figure it out.
“Kai,” Reita whispered, keeping his lips close to the ear of the other, “I have something to tell you…”
Kai found it impossible to believe that now, when he was so close that his body was convulsing, that Reita would dare stop his hand from continuing it’s previous action. “Now,” he breathed, “is not.. a good time!”
“It’s a perfect time,” came the response. “Here, with you so compliant..”
“Then out with it!” Kai yelled, tilting his head back against the wall, whimpering as the hand of the other started against his flushed skin again.
“Marry me,” he whispered, nipping at the other’s neck softly, tongue tracing a random pattern.
Kai stopped breathing.
There was no way Reita was serious. It seemed improbable, and even though they had kept their relationship a secret for almost a year now, and when they fought it was petty, but to marry would be jeopardizing everything, everything from their career to their friendships. What if… what if Aoi had kept some secret crush on Reita, and suddenly he didn’t like either of them anymore? Or what if they broke up? Would that be to much of a strain on the band? This was too much to take at once, and he buried himself into Reita’s neck.
“Rei-chan…we can’t,” Kai whispered back, biting his lip. Somehow, despite the awkwardness of his most valued possession being blatantly shown wasn’t nearly as awkward as explaining that you couldn’t marry the person you loved.
“Why not? Because we’re both guys?” Reita snapped, though in a rather contradictive way as his arms became a gentle hold on Kai.
It was then, Kai realized, that he hadn’t even considered that. Who would marry two guys? But he shook his head. “There’s so much at risk…” Slowly, the need for release was leaving, his mind more focused elsewhere, and he hastened to fix his pants.
But Reita apparently did not see the same way. “What is there to lose, Kai? I’m not asking you run out to the tabloids and tell them. I’m not even saying the others have to know. We can run away to America and-”
“That would bring even more attention to us,” Kai interjected.
“I don’t care, Kai!” Reita stepped back from the drummer --his drummer boy-and sighed. “I just… I just want you. Forever.” Reita noticed Kai smile, his dimples accentuated by the blush that adorned them as well.
“Reita… If… if I say yes, will you… let me chose the day?” Kai finally said, biting his lip in that unsure way.
Reita looked up, holding his breath. It seemed almost too easy now, and he nodded.
“Then… yes.”
Time momentarily stopped, and Reita knew he wasn’t breathing, knew nothing except for the fact that he’d have Kai for eternity, and even that didn’t seem long enough. He hadn’t noticed Kai walk over to him, hardly noticed he was being kissed till pressure was added, and then he gave it his all, biting gently on the lower lip of the smaller, basking in the happy sound that was given back to him. When air from their noses were no longer sufficient, both pulled back.
Kai’s earlier protests were either gone or suddenly insufficient.
“When should… should well tell everyone?” Kai whispered.
“Later. Not today,” Reita replied, hardly daring to speak to loud, afraid of marring the moment.
They both walked out, slowly, neither daring to look at the other, though both smiling profusely.
They were both a bit shocked when the first thing they heard was the soft, amused voice of Uruha saying, “Congratulations.”