[fic] Not Enough
Title: Not Enough
Chapters: oneshot
Author: sabersenshi
Set and Theme: A/ needing
Band(s): alice nine./GazettE
Pairing: Hiroto/Reita
Rating: PG-13 maybe?
Warnings: not really
Summary: Once wasn’t enough. Reita wants more.
Disclaimer: *sniffles* They're Not Mine.
Notes: Written for j10_ways.
Sequel to ‘Fire’ (1 / 2)
Reita’s POV.
~~~
It’s been a week.
Seven whole days.
Since the incident in the bathroom.
And all I can think about is him.
Hiroto.
It seems that the small guitarist left a bigger impression with me than I had realized.
Seeing him hanging around with the rest of his band hasn’t helped.
It just keeps reminding me of what happened.
What he started.
But I wasn’t finished.
Not yet.
That first time just wasn’t enough.
We were going to have another try at it.
But this time, somewhere else.
Somewhere I could take my time.
Somewhere I could enjoy the younger man at my leisure.
And enjoy him I intended to do.
But first, I need to get him alone.
Which wasn’t going to be easy.
He’d been sticking close to at least one of his band-mates ever since that day.
Almost like he knew what I wanted.
I hung around outside after practice.
Watching and waiting.
Finally my patience paid off.
As the other members came out in pairs.
That left Hiroto inside alone.
Grinning, I went back inside.
Making my way to their practice room.
Quietly, I opened the door and peeked in.
Sure enough, there he was.
I stepped into the room.
Shutting the door softly behind me.
I waited.
Watching him straighten up after putting something in his bag.
He turned around, eyes flitting about the room.
Passing me once, only to snap back when he realized he wasn’t alone.
He took an involuntary step back in surprise.
“I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Sorry” I lied.
I let the silence stretch out.
“Was there..something..you needed?”
I smiled at that.
Oh, there is definitely something.
And if his blush is any indication, he already knows the answer.
“Actually, there is. I was wondering if we could talk?”
“Ok”
“Someplace other than here.”
He didn’t seem to like that idea.
Maybe I should remind him that it was in this very building that we’d already had sex.
Mentally shaking my head, I decide on another tactic.
“Have coffee with me?”
That took him by surprise.
Good.
I need to keep him guessing.
Maybe he’ll let his guard down.
“If you don’t like coffee, we could get something else?”
“No. Coffee’s alright.”
“That’s a ‘yes’ then?”
He nodded.
I held the door open for him as we exited the building.
He was still a little jumpy.
But maybe that was a good thing.
It might mean he’s still thinking about sex.
I led the way to my car.
He hesitated when I opened the door.
My look was a challenge.
I though ‘are you scared, little guitarist?’
He squared his shoulders and got in.
I walked around the car, trying to suppress my smile.
He was almost too easy.
The car ride was quiet.
He was silent due to being nervous.
I just wanted to keep things simple.
If I started talking, it’d open the door for questions.
Like where we were going.
I wanted it to be a surprise.
When I pulled into a parking space, he turned to me.
“Why are we stopping here?”
“I thought it’d be easier to talk here.”
“This is your place, right?”
The last came out almost a squeak.
Poor little mouse, I thought.
You just now realized the trap.
“You don’t have to come up. You could always wait here until I get bored. Or you could call someone to come and pick you up.”
When I finished, I got out of the car.
I walked slowly to the front door.
Waiting to see what he’d do.
He didn’t disappoint me.
He was only a few steps behind me.
“Why here?” he asks, on the way up to my apartment.
“Do you really wanna have this conversation in public? Where anyone can overhear?”
He looks down, shaking his head.
Kicking off our shoes, I lead him into the kitchen.
“I did offer you coffee,” I say, reaching in the cupboard for some instant.
“You don’t have to go to any trouble.”
I turn to look at him.
“You don’t want anything?”
He shakes his head, not meeting my eyes.
“But you came along anyway,” I say, moving over to where he’s sitting.
Squatting in front of him, I reach out and stroke his cheek.
He finally meets my eyes.
“Tell me what you want.”
I coax.
Needing to hear him say it.
He stares into my eyes for a minute.
Then he whispers “You.”
~~~
TBC…
With the next theme!
*cackles*
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Chapters: oneshot
Author: sabersenshi
Set and Theme: A/ needing
Band(s): alice nine./GazettE
Pairing: Hiroto/Reita
Rating: PG-13 maybe?
Warnings: not really
Summary: Once wasn’t enough. Reita wants more.
Disclaimer: *sniffles* They're Not Mine.
Notes: Written for j10_ways.
Sequel to ‘Fire’ (1 / 2)
Reita’s POV.
~~~
It’s been a week.
Seven whole days.
Since the incident in the bathroom.
And all I can think about is him.
Hiroto.
It seems that the small guitarist left a bigger impression with me than I had realized.
Seeing him hanging around with the rest of his band hasn’t helped.
It just keeps reminding me of what happened.
What he started.
But I wasn’t finished.
Not yet.
That first time just wasn’t enough.
We were going to have another try at it.
But this time, somewhere else.
Somewhere I could take my time.
Somewhere I could enjoy the younger man at my leisure.
And enjoy him I intended to do.
But first, I need to get him alone.
Which wasn’t going to be easy.
He’d been sticking close to at least one of his band-mates ever since that day.
Almost like he knew what I wanted.
I hung around outside after practice.
Watching and waiting.
Finally my patience paid off.
As the other members came out in pairs.
That left Hiroto inside alone.
Grinning, I went back inside.
Making my way to their practice room.
Quietly, I opened the door and peeked in.
Sure enough, there he was.
I stepped into the room.
Shutting the door softly behind me.
I waited.
Watching him straighten up after putting something in his bag.
He turned around, eyes flitting about the room.
Passing me once, only to snap back when he realized he wasn’t alone.
He took an involuntary step back in surprise.
“I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Sorry” I lied.
I let the silence stretch out.
“Was there..something..you needed?”
I smiled at that.
Oh, there is definitely something.
And if his blush is any indication, he already knows the answer.
“Actually, there is. I was wondering if we could talk?”
“Ok”
“Someplace other than here.”
He didn’t seem to like that idea.
Maybe I should remind him that it was in this very building that we’d already had sex.
Mentally shaking my head, I decide on another tactic.
“Have coffee with me?”
That took him by surprise.
Good.
I need to keep him guessing.
Maybe he’ll let his guard down.
“If you don’t like coffee, we could get something else?”
“No. Coffee’s alright.”
“That’s a ‘yes’ then?”
He nodded.
I held the door open for him as we exited the building.
He was still a little jumpy.
But maybe that was a good thing.
It might mean he’s still thinking about sex.
I led the way to my car.
He hesitated when I opened the door.
My look was a challenge.
I though ‘are you scared, little guitarist?’
He squared his shoulders and got in.
I walked around the car, trying to suppress my smile.
He was almost too easy.
The car ride was quiet.
He was silent due to being nervous.
I just wanted to keep things simple.
If I started talking, it’d open the door for questions.
Like where we were going.
I wanted it to be a surprise.
When I pulled into a parking space, he turned to me.
“Why are we stopping here?”
“I thought it’d be easier to talk here.”
“This is your place, right?”
The last came out almost a squeak.
Poor little mouse, I thought.
You just now realized the trap.
“You don’t have to come up. You could always wait here until I get bored. Or you could call someone to come and pick you up.”
When I finished, I got out of the car.
I walked slowly to the front door.
Waiting to see what he’d do.
He didn’t disappoint me.
He was only a few steps behind me.
“Why here?” he asks, on the way up to my apartment.
“Do you really wanna have this conversation in public? Where anyone can overhear?”
He looks down, shaking his head.
Kicking off our shoes, I lead him into the kitchen.
“I did offer you coffee,” I say, reaching in the cupboard for some instant.
“You don’t have to go to any trouble.”
I turn to look at him.
“You don’t want anything?”
He shakes his head, not meeting my eyes.
“But you came along anyway,” I say, moving over to where he’s sitting.
Squatting in front of him, I reach out and stroke his cheek.
He finally meets my eyes.
“Tell me what you want.”
I coax.
Needing to hear him say it.
He stares into my eyes for a minute.
Then he whispers “You.”
~~~
TBC…
With the next theme!
*cackles*
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