The Birthday Gift - Fanfic - Reita x Ruki
Title: The Birthday Gift
Chapters: 1/?
Author: paige_nevaeh
Genre: Just smut, bro. Birthday blowies.
Rating: 15+
Bands: the GazettE
Pairing: Reituki
Summary: Reita noticed, perhaps for the first time, or perhaps the first time he’d allowed himself to notice, his eyes were the colour of an oak tree. He wanted to get lost in the woods of Ruki’s mind, for their limbs to intertwine like braches.
Disclaimer: The fiction is mine. The lads r not.
Comments: Very late smut for Ruki's birthday. This is actually a re-write of The Perfect Birthday Gift. My memory is so hazy, I thought I was like 17 when I wrote it - I was THIRTEEN. I hadn't even seen a bit or a bob. Too busy writing fanfiction. You can read the original if u want. I wouldn't. It's shite. This one is spicy.
Ruki was being annoying…more annoying than usual. He was giddy, excitable and well…acting like a child in general. This could only mean one thing. It was his birthday next week.
The band were gathered, as they often were, in the PS Company’s practice room. It was large enough to accommodate a drum set, and enough room for the five men to have room to play their instruments. But certainly not enough room for a short, pocket rocket of a man to be bounding around like a springer spaniel.
Reita watched, as Ruki unleashed what could only be described as hell on the band’s drummer. Normally cool as an ocean breeze, Reita could see even Kai was reaching his breaking point.
“Ruki…” Kai said in a strained voice, “I think we all need a coffee, would you? Please. Go. Now.”
He pressed a wad of notes into the soon to be birthday boy’s palm.
Kai let out another sigh as Ruki left the room. Uruha started to giggle, but stopped sharply when the drummer glared at him.
“So, do you guys know what you’re getting Ruki for his birthday yet?” Reita asked, ignoring the death glare that Kai was directing at him for mentioning “Ruki” and “birthday” in the same sentence.
“Yeah, me and Uruha went shopping yesterday and we managed to find him something he would like.” Aoi said, smiling proudly at the fact that, for once, Aoi was organized.
“I got him that necklace he wanted.”
“What necklace?” Reita asked quizzically.
“Dude, the one in the window of that little boutique he likes. He literally pointed it out yesterday.”
Reita stared blankly his friend. He scratched his head, fingers being careful not to dislodge his blond, gelled spikes.
“You’re really this dense, huh?” Kai stated.
Reita bit the inside of his cheek, trying to think of a scathing comeback. He had nothin’. He looked to Uruha for help, who’d been absentmindedly strumming his guitar. He placed it down, with a gentle thud on the wooden floor. He cocked his head on one side.
“Won’t he have already bought that himself by now?”
Reita watched Kai frown. It certainly was a possibility. Reita had known Ruki for over ten years. He was like a moth to a flame when it came to shiny things, their blossoming music careers giving them a sense of financial freedom and independence to live beyond their means. Ruki now able to replace his knock off Gucci aviators for the real deal. Basically, he got what he wanted.
“Well, not everything.” Uruha smirked. He waggled his perfectly drawn eyebrows at Aoi, who smirked back, a glint in his eye and his lipring. Aoi pressed a finger to his naturally plump top lip, motioning to the other to shush.
“What do you mean?” Reita asked again, feeling more and more lost.
Aoi winked at him. “Maybe you should untie that noseband of yours, get some air to your brain.”
Reita blushed. They’d had a photoshoot earlier that day, and Reita must have forgotten to remove his signature garment. He untied it, feeling slightly foolish. In his defence, it kept his face toasty in the dark winter months.
He noticed Aoi was still eyeing him. Coy, cheeky, as if toying with the idea of delivering his next line. Temptation got the better of Aoi, as he slowly articulated:
“Ruki likes you.”
Reita pulled an incredulous face. Impossible.
“No. What are you talking about. He’s my dude - he’s… Ruki.” Again, he looked at the statuesque blond guitarist for help.
“And you like him.” Uruha said, gently. Reita’s head jerked as if Uruha had struck him. “Why don’t you stop being so stubborn, huh?”
Uruha gave him a pat on the shoulder as he passed, giving it a slight squeeze.
-x-
Reita paced around his kitchenette, as his espresso machine sputtered and hissed at him. Adrenaline rushed through his veins, heart hammering like he’d just run a marathon.
He probably didn’t need the coffee. He felt silly, like a schoolboy with a crush.
He did have a crush. Reita did like Ruki. It started innocently enough. He thought Ruki was an interesting guy when they first met. It was back before the turn of the millennium. They were in different bands and crossed paths a few times. Ruki had a shock of dyed red hair. He caked on the white powder. The only thing louder than his look was his personality. Ruki’s laugh filled a room, made the walls shake with his vibrato.
Once they started working together, Reita came to admire his commitment and passion. He was a goal-getter, driven. His confidence making him appear six foot tall.
Which he was nowhere near… and Reita came to find that kind of cute.
All of a sudden, he’d realised it. He was crushing hard on that boy.
They’d flirted. It was just banter. Ruki flirted with everyone. His eyes were warm when someone spoke, as if they were the most interesting person in the room. He’d turn everything into an innuendo, eliciting in himself, that raucous, filthy laugh. He’d throw a dirty, suggestive remark, and brush it off with a wink, before moving on to his next victim.
And yet now, Reita gripped his coffee cup, the warmth seeping into his palms, the prospect of it maybe, ever becoming something more made Reita feel like he was about to bungee jump with no cord.
-x-
The first of February rolled round quickly, and all the while agonisingly slow for Reita.
He rehearsed, again and again, the lines he would deliver to Ruki. Re-wording, reversing. He felt un-characteristically self-aware. As if he were ten years younger about to ask a girl to prom.
Shy wasn’t a word people would use to describe him.
“Unapproachable.” Uruha had once remarked when he noticed Reita rarely had a partner. That was true. Would he even be up to standard in that arena? Now, he was getting ahead of himself.
Reita had the grace to flush slightly at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He did one last teeth and hair check before snatching his car keys and heading to the studio.
-x-
Ruki’s eyes sparkled as he entered the studio. The rest of the band had gotten there early to decorate with balloons, banners and Kai graciously presented him with his own, homebaked cake.
Reita noticed, perhaps for the first time, or perhaps the first time he’d allowed himself to notice, his eyes were the colour of an oak tree. He wanted to get lost in the woods of Ruki’s mind, for their limbs to intertwine like braches.
“You guys!” Ruki gushed. Reita noticed the colour drain form Kai’s face as Ruki slipped out of his faux fur jacket, revealing an unbuttoned shirt and a familiar necklace.
“At least you know me so well.” Ruki hollered with laughter as he unwrapped Kai’s gift.
Ruki glanced curiously at Reita as he finished opening Aoi and Uruha’s gifts.
Reita jerked his thumb towards the door. “Oh I - I must have left it in the kitchen. Can you help me get it?”
Ruki followed Reita towards the door. “Oh - is it big?” He asked, with genuine innocence.
“Yeah, I think so.” Reita responded under his breath. He put his hand between Ruki’s shoulder blades to usher him out - ignoring Aoi, who now had Uruha bent at the waist in a crude pantomime. Arm swinging in a mock slapping motion above the latter’s ass.
-x-
Ruki led the way into the studio’s small kitchen area. It was small enough for it be evident there was no gift waiting.
“So…” Ruki tilted his head to one side as Reita closed the door behind them. “What is it?”
“It’s um… it’s this.” Reita said, as he leant towards Ruki, he almost hesitated, but took Ruki’s pursed lips as permission.
His mouth met Ruki’s, and felt the sensation of being pulled closer and Ruki’s hands wrapped around his waist, gripping the back of his t-shirt. It was deliciously warm and tender and subtle.
They looked at each other for a few, blissful moments. Ruki broke moment, moist lips curling into a signature smile.
“Is there more?”
Reita cleared his dry throat, swallowing. He had not allowed himself to imagine the scene would play out this far.
“Um yeah, there can be. If you want.”
Ruki gently pushed Reita against the counter. This time his lips connected with Reita’s neck. His kisses moist, purposeful, hot breath lingering on Reita’s skin, sizzling against his earlobe. He felt his blood pumping, heart soaring.
Ruki sank to his knees, Reita becoming painfully aware his eyeline was crotch level. He felt the other trace his fingers across his waistband, pulling the fabric lightly, teasing.
“Um.” Reita tried to articulate. He saw Ruki’s eyes flick up, tentative.
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes.” Reita nodded, violently. “Very much.”
Ruki’s sinful smile was almost enough to make Reita’s knees buckle. He watched Ruki unbutton his jeans, and helped him slide them down past his thighs.
Ruki took hold of Reita’s cock, the contact emanating a soft groan from Reita’s lips. He gripped his shaft, a few languid strokes bringing Reita to full hardness.
A tingle crept up every vertebra as Ruki’s mouth came close enough to Reita’s cock, that he felt his warm breath on the tip. And then his lips engulfed him.
Reita threw his head back in a throaty moan, gripping the counter for support.
Ruki’s mouth worked up and down Reita’s shaft, slowly, tantalising, before taking Reita whole. His fingers tangled themselves in Ruki’s hair, though thoughts too jumbled to control the pace.
Ruki steadied himself with one hand, the other slipping under Reita’s sack, caressing, taunting, as a deft fingers explored beneath the curves of Reita’s buttocks.
Reita felt the orgasm building in his stomach, hot and fiery and anticipating.
“Ru, I’m going to cum.” He whimpered, voice not sounding like his own.
Ruki quickened his pace, tongue pressing against the underside of Reita’s cock, flicking against him. He let Reita’s dick almost fall from his sweetly, sinful mouth, before swallowing the whole of him.
Unable to hold back anymore, Reita felt the euphoric flip in his stomach as he came.
He steadied his breath. “Woah.” He laughed, helping Ruki to his feet. The latter wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, wiping the saliva and trace of Reita.
“Did you like that?” Ruki smiled, triumphant.
Reita nodded. “My turn.” He kissed Ruki again, his mouth a combination of birthday cake and Reita’s own saltiness.
He took hold of Ruki, hand feeling the firmness of Ruki’s dick. The knowledge that he’d got Ruki so hard was enough for Reita to feel the arousal bubbling again inside him.
The way Ruki’s breath hitched as Reita touched him was as sweet as angels singing. Ruki buried his face in Reita’s shoulder as he worked him.
He could feel Ruki tense, like a spring ready to launch.
“I’m so close.” Ruki whispered into his t-shirt.
“Look at me.”
Ruki followed instruction. Locking eyes with Reita, cheeks flushed. Sweat lining both their foreheads. Ruki’s eyebrows knitting together as he came with a shallow wheeze.
Reita held him for a moment, resting his chin atop Ruki’s head.
“Happy birthday.” He said, followed by, “I really like you.”
Ruki looked up at him, pressing a gentle kiss on his jaw. “I really like you too.”
They composed themselves, re-adjusting, re-buttoning, giving sheepish smiles like schoolkids. Reita unable to keep the beam on his face at bay.
At last he said, “We’ve been gone ages, do you think Kai will be mad?”
Ruki cackled, taking Reita’s hand as he led him out the room. “Oh yes.”
Chapters: 1/?
Author: paige_nevaeh
Genre: Just smut, bro. Birthday blowies.
Rating: 15+
Bands: the GazettE
Pairing: Reituki
Summary: Reita noticed, perhaps for the first time, or perhaps the first time he’d allowed himself to notice, his eyes were the colour of an oak tree. He wanted to get lost in the woods of Ruki’s mind, for their limbs to intertwine like braches.
Disclaimer: The fiction is mine. The lads r not.
Comments: Very late smut for Ruki's birthday. This is actually a re-write of The Perfect Birthday Gift. My memory is so hazy, I thought I was like 17 when I wrote it - I was THIRTEEN. I hadn't even seen a bit or a bob. Too busy writing fanfiction. You can read the original if u want. I wouldn't. It's shite. This one is spicy.
Ruki was being annoying…more annoying than usual. He was giddy, excitable and well…acting like a child in general. This could only mean one thing. It was his birthday next week.
The band were gathered, as they often were, in the PS Company’s practice room. It was large enough to accommodate a drum set, and enough room for the five men to have room to play their instruments. But certainly not enough room for a short, pocket rocket of a man to be bounding around like a springer spaniel.
Reita watched, as Ruki unleashed what could only be described as hell on the band’s drummer. Normally cool as an ocean breeze, Reita could see even Kai was reaching his breaking point.
“Ruki…” Kai said in a strained voice, “I think we all need a coffee, would you? Please. Go. Now.”
He pressed a wad of notes into the soon to be birthday boy’s palm.
Kai let out another sigh as Ruki left the room. Uruha started to giggle, but stopped sharply when the drummer glared at him.
“So, do you guys know what you’re getting Ruki for his birthday yet?” Reita asked, ignoring the death glare that Kai was directing at him for mentioning “Ruki” and “birthday” in the same sentence.
“Yeah, me and Uruha went shopping yesterday and we managed to find him something he would like.” Aoi said, smiling proudly at the fact that, for once, Aoi was organized.
“I got him that necklace he wanted.”
“What necklace?” Reita asked quizzically.
“Dude, the one in the window of that little boutique he likes. He literally pointed it out yesterday.”
Reita stared blankly his friend. He scratched his head, fingers being careful not to dislodge his blond, gelled spikes.
“You’re really this dense, huh?” Kai stated.
Reita bit the inside of his cheek, trying to think of a scathing comeback. He had nothin’. He looked to Uruha for help, who’d been absentmindedly strumming his guitar. He placed it down, with a gentle thud on the wooden floor. He cocked his head on one side.
“Won’t he have already bought that himself by now?”
Reita watched Kai frown. It certainly was a possibility. Reita had known Ruki for over ten years. He was like a moth to a flame when it came to shiny things, their blossoming music careers giving them a sense of financial freedom and independence to live beyond their means. Ruki now able to replace his knock off Gucci aviators for the real deal. Basically, he got what he wanted.
“Well, not everything.” Uruha smirked. He waggled his perfectly drawn eyebrows at Aoi, who smirked back, a glint in his eye and his lipring. Aoi pressed a finger to his naturally plump top lip, motioning to the other to shush.
“What do you mean?” Reita asked again, feeling more and more lost.
Aoi winked at him. “Maybe you should untie that noseband of yours, get some air to your brain.”
Reita blushed. They’d had a photoshoot earlier that day, and Reita must have forgotten to remove his signature garment. He untied it, feeling slightly foolish. In his defence, it kept his face toasty in the dark winter months.
He noticed Aoi was still eyeing him. Coy, cheeky, as if toying with the idea of delivering his next line. Temptation got the better of Aoi, as he slowly articulated:
“Ruki likes you.”
Reita pulled an incredulous face. Impossible.
“No. What are you talking about. He’s my dude - he’s… Ruki.” Again, he looked at the statuesque blond guitarist for help.
“And you like him.” Uruha said, gently. Reita’s head jerked as if Uruha had struck him. “Why don’t you stop being so stubborn, huh?”
Uruha gave him a pat on the shoulder as he passed, giving it a slight squeeze.
-x-
Reita paced around his kitchenette, as his espresso machine sputtered and hissed at him. Adrenaline rushed through his veins, heart hammering like he’d just run a marathon.
He probably didn’t need the coffee. He felt silly, like a schoolboy with a crush.
He did have a crush. Reita did like Ruki. It started innocently enough. He thought Ruki was an interesting guy when they first met. It was back before the turn of the millennium. They were in different bands and crossed paths a few times. Ruki had a shock of dyed red hair. He caked on the white powder. The only thing louder than his look was his personality. Ruki’s laugh filled a room, made the walls shake with his vibrato.
Once they started working together, Reita came to admire his commitment and passion. He was a goal-getter, driven. His confidence making him appear six foot tall.
Which he was nowhere near… and Reita came to find that kind of cute.
All of a sudden, he’d realised it. He was crushing hard on that boy.
They’d flirted. It was just banter. Ruki flirted with everyone. His eyes were warm when someone spoke, as if they were the most interesting person in the room. He’d turn everything into an innuendo, eliciting in himself, that raucous, filthy laugh. He’d throw a dirty, suggestive remark, and brush it off with a wink, before moving on to his next victim.
And yet now, Reita gripped his coffee cup, the warmth seeping into his palms, the prospect of it maybe, ever becoming something more made Reita feel like he was about to bungee jump with no cord.
-x-
The first of February rolled round quickly, and all the while agonisingly slow for Reita.
He rehearsed, again and again, the lines he would deliver to Ruki. Re-wording, reversing. He felt un-characteristically self-aware. As if he were ten years younger about to ask a girl to prom.
Shy wasn’t a word people would use to describe him.
“Unapproachable.” Uruha had once remarked when he noticed Reita rarely had a partner. That was true. Would he even be up to standard in that arena? Now, he was getting ahead of himself.
Reita had the grace to flush slightly at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He did one last teeth and hair check before snatching his car keys and heading to the studio.
-x-
Ruki’s eyes sparkled as he entered the studio. The rest of the band had gotten there early to decorate with balloons, banners and Kai graciously presented him with his own, homebaked cake.
Reita noticed, perhaps for the first time, or perhaps the first time he’d allowed himself to notice, his eyes were the colour of an oak tree. He wanted to get lost in the woods of Ruki’s mind, for their limbs to intertwine like braches.
“You guys!” Ruki gushed. Reita noticed the colour drain form Kai’s face as Ruki slipped out of his faux fur jacket, revealing an unbuttoned shirt and a familiar necklace.
“At least you know me so well.” Ruki hollered with laughter as he unwrapped Kai’s gift.
Ruki glanced curiously at Reita as he finished opening Aoi and Uruha’s gifts.
Reita jerked his thumb towards the door. “Oh I - I must have left it in the kitchen. Can you help me get it?”
Ruki followed Reita towards the door. “Oh - is it big?” He asked, with genuine innocence.
“Yeah, I think so.” Reita responded under his breath. He put his hand between Ruki’s shoulder blades to usher him out - ignoring Aoi, who now had Uruha bent at the waist in a crude pantomime. Arm swinging in a mock slapping motion above the latter’s ass.
-x-
Ruki led the way into the studio’s small kitchen area. It was small enough for it be evident there was no gift waiting.
“So…” Ruki tilted his head to one side as Reita closed the door behind them. “What is it?”
“It’s um… it’s this.” Reita said, as he leant towards Ruki, he almost hesitated, but took Ruki’s pursed lips as permission.
His mouth met Ruki’s, and felt the sensation of being pulled closer and Ruki’s hands wrapped around his waist, gripping the back of his t-shirt. It was deliciously warm and tender and subtle.
They looked at each other for a few, blissful moments. Ruki broke moment, moist lips curling into a signature smile.
“Is there more?”
Reita cleared his dry throat, swallowing. He had not allowed himself to imagine the scene would play out this far.
“Um yeah, there can be. If you want.”
Ruki gently pushed Reita against the counter. This time his lips connected with Reita’s neck. His kisses moist, purposeful, hot breath lingering on Reita’s skin, sizzling against his earlobe. He felt his blood pumping, heart soaring.
Ruki sank to his knees, Reita becoming painfully aware his eyeline was crotch level. He felt the other trace his fingers across his waistband, pulling the fabric lightly, teasing.
“Um.” Reita tried to articulate. He saw Ruki’s eyes flick up, tentative.
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes.” Reita nodded, violently. “Very much.”
Ruki’s sinful smile was almost enough to make Reita’s knees buckle. He watched Ruki unbutton his jeans, and helped him slide them down past his thighs.
Ruki took hold of Reita’s cock, the contact emanating a soft groan from Reita’s lips. He gripped his shaft, a few languid strokes bringing Reita to full hardness.
A tingle crept up every vertebra as Ruki’s mouth came close enough to Reita’s cock, that he felt his warm breath on the tip. And then his lips engulfed him.
Reita threw his head back in a throaty moan, gripping the counter for support.
Ruki’s mouth worked up and down Reita’s shaft, slowly, tantalising, before taking Reita whole. His fingers tangled themselves in Ruki’s hair, though thoughts too jumbled to control the pace.
Ruki steadied himself with one hand, the other slipping under Reita’s sack, caressing, taunting, as a deft fingers explored beneath the curves of Reita’s buttocks.
Reita felt the orgasm building in his stomach, hot and fiery and anticipating.
“Ru, I’m going to cum.” He whimpered, voice not sounding like his own.
Ruki quickened his pace, tongue pressing against the underside of Reita’s cock, flicking against him. He let Reita’s dick almost fall from his sweetly, sinful mouth, before swallowing the whole of him.
Unable to hold back anymore, Reita felt the euphoric flip in his stomach as he came.
He steadied his breath. “Woah.” He laughed, helping Ruki to his feet. The latter wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, wiping the saliva and trace of Reita.
“Did you like that?” Ruki smiled, triumphant.
Reita nodded. “My turn.” He kissed Ruki again, his mouth a combination of birthday cake and Reita’s own saltiness.
He took hold of Ruki, hand feeling the firmness of Ruki’s dick. The knowledge that he’d got Ruki so hard was enough for Reita to feel the arousal bubbling again inside him.
The way Ruki’s breath hitched as Reita touched him was as sweet as angels singing. Ruki buried his face in Reita’s shoulder as he worked him.
He could feel Ruki tense, like a spring ready to launch.
“I’m so close.” Ruki whispered into his t-shirt.
“Look at me.”
Ruki followed instruction. Locking eyes with Reita, cheeks flushed. Sweat lining both their foreheads. Ruki’s eyebrows knitting together as he came with a shallow wheeze.
Reita held him for a moment, resting his chin atop Ruki’s head.
“Happy birthday.” He said, followed by, “I really like you.”
Ruki looked up at him, pressing a gentle kiss on his jaw. “I really like you too.”
They composed themselves, re-adjusting, re-buttoning, giving sheepish smiles like schoolkids. Reita unable to keep the beam on his face at bay.
At last he said, “We’ve been gone ages, do you think Kai will be mad?”
Ruki cackled, taking Reita’s hand as he led him out the room. “Oh yes.”