THE GAZETTE: URUHA/KAI/URUHA: CAR SEX? SEX? OR JUST A CAR?
Title: Car Sex? Sex? Or Just A Car?
Author: cateris
Pairing: Uruha/Kai/Uruha (The Gazette)
Genre: crack
Rating: NC-17
Summary: No, there's no shame left in Uruha.
Disclaimer: The events and characters depicted in the following piece of work are completely fictitious. Even though similarities with the members of The Gazette, or other public personae may be found they are in no way implying that any of the events or character traits are true. I do not know the members of The Gazette, and am in no way affiliated to them, the story itself is completely untrue and is in no way meant to reflect the private lives, actual practices, or activities of any persons named. No harm, libel or disrespect is intended. No statements whatsoever and no commercial gain are made out of the work archived here; this is simply for entertainment purposes.
NOTE: lately I've been gathering TONS of material to write on, but I have no time. My English is rusty, but please bare with me *laughs embarrassed*. This is English unbetaed.
There is Kai wearing Thatcher Revolver Black, perfect bold, black frames eyeglasses. He's not Margaret Thatcher although Meryl Streep won the Oscar for the movie this year and sometimes she smiles as bright and reassuringly just like Kai, and her face has that invisible string that makes all the metaphorical curtains in the room rise up and let the sun shine through. Uruha saw Kai turning into the "Iron Man" quite a few times, so he'll keep that association in his head, thank you very much.
Kai is siting on the chair, legs up the table in his room, end of random pencil in the process of acquiring another set of teeth, daily journal in his hands, eyes absorbed in the content. There are these two dudes talking one to another on the radio station Kai is multitasking in listening. Kai is awesome like that, being able to multitask even at home.
Uruha is so bored. From the door frame:
"I would love car sex. Or just sex. Or just a car."
Kai's eyes first stop on the sentence he was reading. Then they turn to face Uruha, his eyebrows lifted in evident invisible eye-roll at Uruha's pleas in his free time.
No, there's no shame left in Uruha. This is the second time this week. Uruha doesn't even feel bad anymore to ask for sex from Kai. His levels of selfishness found that crack and combination of buttons he has to push to make Kai give him what he needs that make him completely immune to even feel ashamed of. Uruha likes that. Uruha should feel ashamed of being aware Kai knows he's selfish, but he simply doesn't have it in him to feel that way. Lucky Uruha. Not that Kai minds really.
"You already have a car," Kai tells him flatly.
Uruha leans in the door frame. Those eye glasses fit Kai so fucking good. He's eatable, and when he gets annoyed with Uruha the black frames are underlining Kai's stare on him, making Uruha all hot and bothered. All Uruha needs to do is annoy the crap out of Kai to see that gorgeous, sexy, leader giving him orders and putting him in his place. But nah, not today. Uruha is too lazy to work so hard for that. Especially today when he's bored.
"What are you reading?"
Kai sometimes wonder if Uruha knows how arousing he is when he's just inviting himself in his personal space like that, at the border of the territory of his room, in sky-blue jeans and white wife beater covering his trapezoidal upper body, lips slightly pursed, teeth grazing a lil' bit over the bottom lip, hair hanging casually, all mussed (did he even brushed his hair today?), feet bare against the floor. Or perhaps it's all about the way Uruha makes his entries in Kai's room, offering casual sex now and then, face completely oblivious. Yeah, that must be it.
"You don't care what I'm reading," Kai giving him the smile that says, remember that I know how you think?
"No," Uruha admits so easily, bored out of his mind and not minding that Kai reads him so well.
Kai watches Uruha inviting himself in, coming closer.
"No, but seriously, don't you wanna?"
Offer sex to a guy and it will definitely happen. Rule number one in life.
Uruha starts unbuttoning his jeans and open his belt casually.
"What are you doing?" Kai starts.
"I'm just gonna do it here. You're gonna read your paper, and I'm gonna masturbate right here in front of you, on your bed you just changed this morning."
"God, you're really bored, aren't you?"
"I want you to suck my cock."
"No."
"Oh come on. You told me yesterday it smells nice."
"You washed yesterday. You were fresh out of the shower."
"You liked it."
Kai grunts lowly, a mili second crucial slip he shouldn't have let slide in front of Uruha, because now he has to watch Uruha stretching a smile on his face, happy to know he's reading him so well.
The interview stops on the radio and they have soundtrack. It's cheezy as fuck. Uruha smiles even wider.
"Oh, fuck you," Kai answers annoyed, not wanting to give Uruha satisfaction. He puts the paper down though and he has to leave his relaxed position in the chair, and maybe he should leave Uruha here in his room too. It's not like it's the first time Kai got evacuated from his own space because of him. Uruha is good like that.
"You have a hard on."
"No I don't."
"Of course you don't. Not until the end of this conversation."
"What conversation?"
Kai finally sits up and turns to leave.
"Just you and me, Kai, and the cushions, and the shitty garage downstairs, and maybe our creepy neighbor next door passing by with his groceries. We'll give him gay time, so he wont have to accuse us for nothing anymore just because he feels like it, that dickhead."
Kai gives him the stare. When he leaves the room, the corner of his eyes are unable to cover the blurred invitation of Uruha's unzipped jeans, the underwear, the knowing skin underneath them, the feel of it, the way Uruha would blow warm air close to his ear when he would slip a hand in his underwear. Kai knows all about it.
----
"Maybe you should hide that bratty smile," Kai warns him friendly.
"Maybe."
In the car Uruha is proud of himself. Kai is warm against him and real and flesh burning, and hands caressing his sides, eyes searching for his reactions, not missing a thing. When they kiss it's Kai who breaks a small smile that makes Uruha smile too. There have been so few people that made Uruha smile like this while in the middle of sex.
"We should make new rules," Kai mumbles.
Uruha nods almost imperceptibly, his hand jerking them both faster. He loves to lie to Kai all the goddamn time. Kai seems like a never ending pool of understanding when it comes to putting up with Uruha's shit.
Kai looks between them, his head going dizzy from the feeling of having Uruha on him, his unbearable weight, the careless opened jeans, the shape of Uruha's perched nipples against his wife beater, them being like this to each other.
Uruha fills his mouth with his tongue, pushing the back of his head against the headrest, thrusting his hips against him, making him respond back just the same.
When he's close, Kai's hand go to Uruha's wrist, enclosing around it, grabbing tightly, his other bringing Uruha closer to him by the nape, hopelessly needing to hold on to something.
Uruha breaks a long whimper and a low grunt when he spills all over his hand and Kai's dick, fingers then squeezing Kai's balls making him come in an instant, having him arched up and exhaling shaky breaths, lips cursing mildly, come mingling with sweat.
When they regain their breaths:
"I wanna take a pic of your dick."
"You, what?" Kai laughs. "You totally sound like my ex."
Kai is so sexy when he talks about his exes. Uruha made him tell everything about them. He even knows the dirtiest secrets. Uruha loves to be a tome collector of experiences. All you need is some good alcohol and knowing how to pull the strings to the drummer in your band. Simple as that. Oh, and Uruha is the master of strings when it comes to Kai.
"Oh come on, mine will be better than Ruki's."
Kai starts shaking with laughter remembering about Ruki's picture he took of his dick. Seriously, that was such a stupid birthday party.
They should be bothered about them being exposed like that in the car and how someone might pass by. It's not the hour though someone would come through here. Plus, fucking in a car is so 2004.
Now you all wonder what happened in 2004. Of course you do. In 2004 Kai bumped into Uruha fucking a chick in a car. Damn, first intimate impressions with your fresh new band, right? Poor dudette was so flushed with embarrassment her eyes even married the ground for one week. Then they found Aoi.
Uruha's dick centered on Kai's phone display is all Uruha never wanted to see coming out of this. But there it is, all amateur work of mediocre porn industry, even his middle finger pointing his fuck you at Kai, with recognizable ring on it next to it. Kai has his part of fun. And please get off me, you're heavy as fuck.
"The beautiful naked and famous," Kai leans down whispering to him when he feels an ounce of guilt. His lips then wet Uruha's neck, tongue coming first, lips joining in one big sloppy kiss-and-suck-and-kiss, hand keeping hair in place, so it would not interfere. He wastes one second too much caught in Uruha's spell, nostrils taking in the smell of his hair and skin.
"Please don't say something stupid now."
"I won't," Kai trails the curve of Uruha's earlobe just above the line of earrings, "I won't," he repeats, smile playful on his lips, "but next time, please don't wear any underwear if you're gonna come asking me for sex, ok? I won't mind. It will get you faster inside my pants, I must confess."
Author: cateris
Pairing: Uruha/Kai/Uruha (The Gazette)
Genre: crack
Rating: NC-17
Summary: No, there's no shame left in Uruha.
Disclaimer: The events and characters depicted in the following piece of work are completely fictitious. Even though similarities with the members of The Gazette, or other public personae may be found they are in no way implying that any of the events or character traits are true. I do not know the members of The Gazette, and am in no way affiliated to them, the story itself is completely untrue and is in no way meant to reflect the private lives, actual practices, or activities of any persons named. No harm, libel or disrespect is intended. No statements whatsoever and no commercial gain are made out of the work archived here; this is simply for entertainment purposes.
NOTE: lately I've been gathering TONS of material to write on, but I have no time. My English is rusty, but please bare with me *laughs embarrassed*. This is English unbetaed.
There is Kai wearing Thatcher Revolver Black, perfect bold, black frames eyeglasses. He's not Margaret Thatcher although Meryl Streep won the Oscar for the movie this year and sometimes she smiles as bright and reassuringly just like Kai, and her face has that invisible string that makes all the metaphorical curtains in the room rise up and let the sun shine through. Uruha saw Kai turning into the "Iron Man" quite a few times, so he'll keep that association in his head, thank you very much.
Kai is siting on the chair, legs up the table in his room, end of random pencil in the process of acquiring another set of teeth, daily journal in his hands, eyes absorbed in the content. There are these two dudes talking one to another on the radio station Kai is multitasking in listening. Kai is awesome like that, being able to multitask even at home.
Uruha is so bored. From the door frame:
"I would love car sex. Or just sex. Or just a car."
Kai's eyes first stop on the sentence he was reading. Then they turn to face Uruha, his eyebrows lifted in evident invisible eye-roll at Uruha's pleas in his free time.
No, there's no shame left in Uruha. This is the second time this week. Uruha doesn't even feel bad anymore to ask for sex from Kai. His levels of selfishness found that crack and combination of buttons he has to push to make Kai give him what he needs that make him completely immune to even feel ashamed of. Uruha likes that. Uruha should feel ashamed of being aware Kai knows he's selfish, but he simply doesn't have it in him to feel that way. Lucky Uruha. Not that Kai minds really.
"You already have a car," Kai tells him flatly.
Uruha leans in the door frame. Those eye glasses fit Kai so fucking good. He's eatable, and when he gets annoyed with Uruha the black frames are underlining Kai's stare on him, making Uruha all hot and bothered. All Uruha needs to do is annoy the crap out of Kai to see that gorgeous, sexy, leader giving him orders and putting him in his place. But nah, not today. Uruha is too lazy to work so hard for that. Especially today when he's bored.
"What are you reading?"
Kai sometimes wonder if Uruha knows how arousing he is when he's just inviting himself in his personal space like that, at the border of the territory of his room, in sky-blue jeans and white wife beater covering his trapezoidal upper body, lips slightly pursed, teeth grazing a lil' bit over the bottom lip, hair hanging casually, all mussed (did he even brushed his hair today?), feet bare against the floor. Or perhaps it's all about the way Uruha makes his entries in Kai's room, offering casual sex now and then, face completely oblivious. Yeah, that must be it.
"You don't care what I'm reading," Kai giving him the smile that says, remember that I know how you think?
"No," Uruha admits so easily, bored out of his mind and not minding that Kai reads him so well.
Kai watches Uruha inviting himself in, coming closer.
"No, but seriously, don't you wanna?"
Offer sex to a guy and it will definitely happen. Rule number one in life.
Uruha starts unbuttoning his jeans and open his belt casually.
"What are you doing?" Kai starts.
"I'm just gonna do it here. You're gonna read your paper, and I'm gonna masturbate right here in front of you, on your bed you just changed this morning."
"God, you're really bored, aren't you?"
"I want you to suck my cock."
"No."
"Oh come on. You told me yesterday it smells nice."
"You washed yesterday. You were fresh out of the shower."
"You liked it."
Kai grunts lowly, a mili second crucial slip he shouldn't have let slide in front of Uruha, because now he has to watch Uruha stretching a smile on his face, happy to know he's reading him so well.
The interview stops on the radio and they have soundtrack. It's cheezy as fuck. Uruha smiles even wider.
"Oh, fuck you," Kai answers annoyed, not wanting to give Uruha satisfaction. He puts the paper down though and he has to leave his relaxed position in the chair, and maybe he should leave Uruha here in his room too. It's not like it's the first time Kai got evacuated from his own space because of him. Uruha is good like that.
"You have a hard on."
"No I don't."
"Of course you don't. Not until the end of this conversation."
"What conversation?"
Kai finally sits up and turns to leave.
"Just you and me, Kai, and the cushions, and the shitty garage downstairs, and maybe our creepy neighbor next door passing by with his groceries. We'll give him gay time, so he wont have to accuse us for nothing anymore just because he feels like it, that dickhead."
Kai gives him the stare. When he leaves the room, the corner of his eyes are unable to cover the blurred invitation of Uruha's unzipped jeans, the underwear, the knowing skin underneath them, the feel of it, the way Uruha would blow warm air close to his ear when he would slip a hand in his underwear. Kai knows all about it.
----
"Maybe you should hide that bratty smile," Kai warns him friendly.
"Maybe."
In the car Uruha is proud of himself. Kai is warm against him and real and flesh burning, and hands caressing his sides, eyes searching for his reactions, not missing a thing. When they kiss it's Kai who breaks a small smile that makes Uruha smile too. There have been so few people that made Uruha smile like this while in the middle of sex.
"We should make new rules," Kai mumbles.
Uruha nods almost imperceptibly, his hand jerking them both faster. He loves to lie to Kai all the goddamn time. Kai seems like a never ending pool of understanding when it comes to putting up with Uruha's shit.
Kai looks between them, his head going dizzy from the feeling of having Uruha on him, his unbearable weight, the careless opened jeans, the shape of Uruha's perched nipples against his wife beater, them being like this to each other.
Uruha fills his mouth with his tongue, pushing the back of his head against the headrest, thrusting his hips against him, making him respond back just the same.
When he's close, Kai's hand go to Uruha's wrist, enclosing around it, grabbing tightly, his other bringing Uruha closer to him by the nape, hopelessly needing to hold on to something.
Uruha breaks a long whimper and a low grunt when he spills all over his hand and Kai's dick, fingers then squeezing Kai's balls making him come in an instant, having him arched up and exhaling shaky breaths, lips cursing mildly, come mingling with sweat.
When they regain their breaths:
"I wanna take a pic of your dick."
"You, what?" Kai laughs. "You totally sound like my ex."
Kai is so sexy when he talks about his exes. Uruha made him tell everything about them. He even knows the dirtiest secrets. Uruha loves to be a tome collector of experiences. All you need is some good alcohol and knowing how to pull the strings to the drummer in your band. Simple as that. Oh, and Uruha is the master of strings when it comes to Kai.
"Oh come on, mine will be better than Ruki's."
Kai starts shaking with laughter remembering about Ruki's picture he took of his dick. Seriously, that was such a stupid birthday party.
They should be bothered about them being exposed like that in the car and how someone might pass by. It's not the hour though someone would come through here. Plus, fucking in a car is so 2004.
Now you all wonder what happened in 2004. Of course you do. In 2004 Kai bumped into Uruha fucking a chick in a car. Damn, first intimate impressions with your fresh new band, right? Poor dudette was so flushed with embarrassment her eyes even married the ground for one week. Then they found Aoi.
Uruha's dick centered on Kai's phone display is all Uruha never wanted to see coming out of this. But there it is, all amateur work of mediocre porn industry, even his middle finger pointing his fuck you at Kai, with recognizable ring on it next to it. Kai has his part of fun. And please get off me, you're heavy as fuck.
"The beautiful naked and famous," Kai leans down whispering to him when he feels an ounce of guilt. His lips then wet Uruha's neck, tongue coming first, lips joining in one big sloppy kiss-and-suck-and-kiss, hand keeping hair in place, so it would not interfere. He wastes one second too much caught in Uruha's spell, nostrils taking in the smell of his hair and skin.
"Please don't say something stupid now."
"I won't," Kai trails the curve of Uruha's earlobe just above the line of earrings, "I won't," he repeats, smile playful on his lips, "but next time, please don't wear any underwear if you're gonna come asking me for sex, ok? I won't mind. It will get you faster inside my pants, I must confess."