Building and Burning [Chapter Five: Every Half Hour Is A Countdown]
Title// Building and Burning [Chapter Five: Every Half Hour Is A Countdown]
Author//
swn_2gthr_wrng
Rating//PG-15
Pairing//Ryuusuke/Taira
Warnings//slash, er...kissing?
Chapter One (includes summary)
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
So this story is going to be ten chapters long, which means we're half-way there! *smiles triumphantly*
When Ryuusuke awoke, Taira had already gone to work. It didn’t surprise the lean young man, since Taira went to work at what Ryuusuke called an ‘ungodly hour’ while he himself rolled out of his lover's bed at approximately 9:30. After pulling on his pants, he ventured out of the room in search of sustenance. As soon as he opened the bedroom door, he spotted Saku pouring milk into a bowl of cereal.
“Yo,” He greeted, hoping this would go over smoothly. Saku tensed and then relaxed when he saw who was talking to him.
“Give me a heart attack, will you?” the scruffy haired teen told him, “I thought I was the only one home.” He paused, obviously realizing now what this meant. He looked like he was about to say something, then closed his partially open mouth.
When he opened it again (after an awkward silence) he asked, “Fruit Loops?” as he shook the red box beside him slightly - his way of breaking the aforementioned silence. Ryuusuke’s lips twisted into a wry smile at his bandmate’s strategy.
“They’re only my most favourite inner-tubed shaped cereal ever,” he replied. Saku laughed as he grabbed a bowl from the cupboard and Ryuusuke retrieved a spoon. Soon they were sitting at the small table, crunching away on the multi-coloured cereal.
“So how’s your girlfriend? I didn’t spot her at the show last night.” Ryuusuke commented, making conversation. He recognized instantly that he’d made the wrong choice of topic.
Saku gave him a suspicious look and asked, “What did Taira tell you?”
“Taira? Nothing. Why?” Ryuusuke answered, “Would he have something to tell me?” the guitarist raised his eyebrows questioningly.
“No. It’s just- we broke up last week,” Saku told him in a confiding tone.
“Ouch, you guys were going out for a year right?”
“And a half,” Saku nodded looking less than happy.
“Let me guess, it was the band,” Ryuusuke said, having broke up with many a girl over the ‘me-or-the-band’ issue.
“Somewhat…Oh man, she made such a scene. I wish she would’ve punched me or something, you know what I mean?” he grimaced. Ryuusuke wondered distantly if Taira would punch him when, no, - if, Ryuusuke corrected himself - they broke up. Was it an ‘if’? Ryuusuke turned back to the conversation.
“Where did you break up?” he questioned.
“Here. We were sitting on the couch when it started.”
“Started?”
“Well yeah, I don’t think either of us were planning it. Things just built up, and then everything blew up - like we’d been constructing a bomb. She asked me why I never put my arm around her when we watched TV, and then I told her that she always told me she hated possessive guys…so we started arguing about that. And then it got really personal.”
He sighed, “I never want to go through that again.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll find a girl who’ll tell you what to do.” Ryuusuke smirked, “Those are the best kind.”
Saku nodded, looking a little happier.
“So Taira overheard you two arguing?”
“Hard not to, but yeah. She went crazy when he came out to see what was going on,” her words echoed in his head. “It was terrible. ‘Obviously you wouldn’t be this stressed out if it weren’t for the band!' Cue Taira, in his usual half-naked splendor,”
Saku made an exasperated face. “You'd rather hang out with this guy rather than me? So it’s the band over me? God damn it, Saku!’
“By the time I explained, we both realized that there was no way to repair this thing we used to call a relationship. It wasn’t Taira’s fault, but I still didn’t talk to him for the day,” Saku finished.
“Wow. That sucks,” was all Ryuusuke could say without sounding unbelievably cheesy.
“The thing that gets me is how I don’t feel like I’m going to be lost without her,” Saku said, standing to put his now empty bowl in the sink. Ryuusuke joined him, placing his on top of Saku’s.
“That means it was definitely time to move on.”
Saku simply nodded. They made their way over to the couch and were soon playing Tony Hawk’s Underground on Taira’s Gamecube.
“So,” Saku started as they finished yet another match of King of the Hill (Saku the victor), “Do you figure you’re in love with Taira?”
The tone of his voice suggested that he could’ve easily been asking which character Ryuusuke was going to choose next, but his face showed he’d been thinking about asking for a while.
“Yes,” Ryuusuke gave a deep nod before elaborating, “it feels like we’ll never run out of things to say to each other. He’s the only person I’ve ever met that can really get inside my head and understand just like Maho. It’s truly incredible. I’ve never felt more…complete.”
Saku gave a wide grin and Ryuusuke coughed embarrassedly. He’d just been gushing about Taira.
“It sounds like you guys have got it all worked out.”
Ryuusuke shook his head, “Not at all. To tell you the truth, it’s kind of scary; I’ve never been in a relationship like this, so I have no idea what I’m doing. And if I slip up…I’d just rather not thing about it. We’ve made a collective decision to go with the flow, and to get through the rough patches -together- as best we can.”
Before the young drummer could retort that that sounded pretty worked out to him, Ryuusuke’s cell phone went off. Looking at the call display, a look of slight confusion clouded his features.
“Hello? Mom? I thought you were in- ”
Saku could hear every word as a mature female voice cut his bandmate off. Ryuusuke’s mother’s voice was made tinny by the tiny cell phone speaker combined with the factor of Saku’s distance of three feet, but the voice still sounded firm yet caring. Saku had to wonder if perhaps that way the way she acted as well.
“Vancouver? Ah yes. We closed the deal early. It was magnificent, sweety.”
Ryuusuke smiled slightly at Saku, who was doing the same. His mother’s joy seemed to be rather infectious.
“I was thinking that we should all have dinner together to celebrate. It’ll just be me, you, grandma, your dad and Maho. Oh and Koyuki- he’s such a cutie…Which brings me to my next point; is it true you’re seeing someone? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I overheard Koyuki talking about it before Maho hung up the phone…I’m sorry if I’m being nosy.”
Ryuusuke’s head was swimming with possible ways this could turn out. His parents had no idea that he had any interest in guys - hell; he didn’t even know until Taira came along - and he couldn’t begin to guess how they would react. Still, he didn’t want to lie, especially since he and Taira were determined not to hide their relationship.
“Uh, no mom not at all. It’s kinda your responsibility to know right? Just a sec, my buddy needs some help with his fish tank. I’ll be right back.”
Saku’s face was scrunched up perplexedly as he mouthed “fish tank?” and he shrugged his shoulders.
“What should I tell her?” Ryuusuke mouthed back, his hand over the receiver. His face was also scrunched up, but in anxiety. Saku shrugged again.
“Just tell her as much of the truth you can,” he whispered. That sounded good to Ryuusuke.
Bringing the phone back to the side of his face, he said, “Mom? Yeah, I’m seeing someone- ”
“That’s great!” his mother exclaimed, “When did you two meet?”
Saku tried to repress the grin that was fighting to form on his face, but it was hard not to find humour in the guitarist’s awkward situation.
“We’ve actually been friends for a while; you might’ve met before, I’m not sure- ”
“Oh sweetie, I’m sorry, I have to go get the groceries and all that jazz. Bring your little friend over tonight. I’ll see you around 6, okay? I love you.”
“Yeah mom, I love you too.” Click. Ryuusuke exhaled deeply, “Wow.” was all he could manage.
“So Taira’s gonna meet the folks? Let me guess. Your parents aren’t exactly expecting your ‘little friend’ to be a guy.” Saku had hit the proverbial nail on the head.
“I don’t even know how they’ll react. I mean, they’re fine with homosexuality and all that, but it’s different when it’s your only son…it’s gotta be, right?” Ryuusuke explained his thoughts, feeling drained. Saku tried to think of something encouraging to say.
“Well, that may be the case, but I don’t think they’ll react totally against their views just for you. I think they’ll just be surprised.” Saku looked up in thought, “Very surprised given your track record,” he added after a moment.
Ryuusuke nodded in agreement - what Saku was saying did make a lot of sense. What was more, it was a comforting theory. And all was well for the rest of the day as the two lounged around the apartment until Taira came home at 4. When Taira entered his apartment, he was welcomed by the sound of what could only be Ryuusuke playing his acoustic. He walked into the living room to see Ryuusuke, sitting on the couch with Saku beside him, listening intently.
“…yeah, it’s always better when we’re together, we’re somewhere in between together…” Ryuusuke sang, having not noticed Taira yet. Taira smiled, leaning his shoulder against the wall. He’d never heard the guitarist really sing before; it was refreshing. When he was finished the song he looked up and saw Taira, albeit a dirty and sweaty one. The smile that appeared on his face mirrored the one on his lover’s as he said with a light joking tone to his voice, “Nice helmet. You look like one of the Village People.” Taira and Saku laughed.
“Well, I am a construction worker - all we need now is a police officer, a stereotypical Native American, and…damn, I always forget the last one!” Taira removed the white helmet and placed it on the counter beside him, appreciating the fact that his apartment was open-concept.
“I think it was somebody from the Navy,” Saku told them, standing up. “Anyway, do you need to shower right away Taira? Cause if you don’t I’m going to take one and then go hang Koyuki for a couple of hours about ‘dinner’.” He grinned.
“No, it’s alright, go ahead.”
Saku quickly disappeared into the bathroom and the sound of running water was heard. Taira took a seat where the drummer had been.
“I’ve never really heard you sing before; you have a good voice,” Taira complimented Ryuusuke, who shook his head slightly.
“Thanks, but that’s only because I took singing lessons with Maho. Great singers are born, not made, like Koyuki.”
Taira nodded. He’d been in enough bands to know that the statement was truth.
“Still, I wouldn’t mind hearing a little more Jack Johnson from you.”
Ryuusuke had to smile in spite of himself, “Alright. Here we go;
‘Situation Number one, it’s the one that's just begun but evidently it’s too late…
Situation Number two, it’s the only chance for you, it's controlled by denizens of hate…
Situation Number three, it's the one that no one sees, all too often dismissed as fate…
Situation Number four, the one that left you wanting more, tantalized you with its bait…ahh…’”
There was something unbelievably sexy about Ryuusuke playing the guitar and Taira knew exactly why so many girls flocked around guitarists like him.
“I love that song - whenever I listen to it, I always think he wrote it as just a good riff and then added some poetry to it as an afterthought.” Ryuusuke told the bleach blond, “by the way, you look really hot right now. I think I’ve just discovered a kink or something.” He grinned as Taira gave a surprised laugh.
“What? Construction workers?”
“No, Taira after work.” Ryuusuke set the guitar down, leaning carefully against the coffee table, before closing the space between him and Taira, planting his lips on the bassist. Taira shifted to lie on the couch underneath Ryuusuke who paused, and looked at Taira’s green and black horizontally striped ankle socked feet.
“Like my socks?” Taira questioned, raising an eyebrow. Ryuusuke smirked and ran a hand up and down the side of Taira’s thigh, starting from his hip.
“I love them. I was just checking so I wouldn’t get the heel of a steel toed boot in my back,” he explained.
“Oh. Well in that case,” Taira pulled Ryuusuke down onto him, wrapping the leg closest to the back of the couch around Ryuusuke while the other hung off. Taira was kissing Ryuusuke feverishly and then suddenly ceased. An unappealing thought occurred to the guitarist: for some reason the silence seemed…silenter?
“Shit, Saku’s done his shower. Get off me.” Taira unnecessarily informed Ryuusuke who was already clambering to his knees. Saku came into the room just as Taira was scootching into a sitting position on the couch. Even though Saku hadn’t seen anything, it was still painfully obvious what they were doing before they had detected he was finished his shower. The teenager shook his head as a school teacher would at a pair of little boys who had hurt one another in a scuffle.
“I can’t leave you two alone for a minute…” he told them in a disapproving tone, and then smiled. “Well I’m off; I’ll be back before 6, seeing as you all are ditching me for dinner. Oh well, I’ll see if Chiba wants to hang. See ya.”
Saku exited the apartment, leaving Taira questioning in his wake, “What’re we doing at 6?”
“Uh,” Ryuusuke started, scratching his shoulder, “going to dinner at my parents’?”
“Oh,” Taira replied, his expression unreadable. “Why am I going with you?”
The two made eye contact for a long moment as Ryuusuke gave Taira time to think about it.
“Your parents found out you’re in a steady relationship? So they’re inviting you plus me, to meet me?”
After Ryuusuke nodded, the platinum blond continued, “So Koyuki’s going to be there too…that makes sense…but, ah…Ry, babe, have you ever brought home a guy?”
Ryuusuke shook his head, silky obsidian locks swaying with the movement.
“Taira, I’m sort of new to the whole ‘being with a guy’ thing…remember the Grateful Sound? That was really my first time with a guy.” He sighed and nudged Taira’s leg with his own.
“Hey? Do you want to do this with me? It’s a big step, but I think it’s in the right direction. Besides you met my mom before. She’s not that bad.”
Taira grinned confidently, but there was an underlying sense of mischief lurking about it.
“I’m fine with this. But…I think, to be safe mind you, we should get everything out of our system.”
Ryuusuke snorted, “Saku’s right. You can’t leave us alone together.”
Taira leaned forward until his breath tickled Ryuusuke’s ear and said in a low voice, “I’ve been thinking about going down on you in the shower all day.” His grin widened as he heard a sharp intake of breath.
“Shower?” Taira questioned in a voice that made it seem like he truly didn’t know Ryuusuke answer. Ryuusuke confirmed in the affirmative.
"Shower."
Author//
swn_2gthr_wrng
Rating//PG-15
Pairing//Ryuusuke/Taira
Warnings//slash, er...kissing?
Chapter One (includes summary)
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
So this story is going to be ten chapters long, which means we're half-way there! *smiles triumphantly*
When Ryuusuke awoke, Taira had already gone to work. It didn’t surprise the lean young man, since Taira went to work at what Ryuusuke called an ‘ungodly hour’ while he himself rolled out of his lover's bed at approximately 9:30. After pulling on his pants, he ventured out of the room in search of sustenance. As soon as he opened the bedroom door, he spotted Saku pouring milk into a bowl of cereal.
“Yo,” He greeted, hoping this would go over smoothly. Saku tensed and then relaxed when he saw who was talking to him.
“Give me a heart attack, will you?” the scruffy haired teen told him, “I thought I was the only one home.” He paused, obviously realizing now what this meant. He looked like he was about to say something, then closed his partially open mouth.
When he opened it again (after an awkward silence) he asked, “Fruit Loops?” as he shook the red box beside him slightly - his way of breaking the aforementioned silence. Ryuusuke’s lips twisted into a wry smile at his bandmate’s strategy.
“They’re only my most favourite inner-tubed shaped cereal ever,” he replied. Saku laughed as he grabbed a bowl from the cupboard and Ryuusuke retrieved a spoon. Soon they were sitting at the small table, crunching away on the multi-coloured cereal.
“So how’s your girlfriend? I didn’t spot her at the show last night.” Ryuusuke commented, making conversation. He recognized instantly that he’d made the wrong choice of topic.
Saku gave him a suspicious look and asked, “What did Taira tell you?”
“Taira? Nothing. Why?” Ryuusuke answered, “Would he have something to tell me?” the guitarist raised his eyebrows questioningly.
“No. It’s just- we broke up last week,” Saku told him in a confiding tone.
“Ouch, you guys were going out for a year right?”
“And a half,” Saku nodded looking less than happy.
“Let me guess, it was the band,” Ryuusuke said, having broke up with many a girl over the ‘me-or-the-band’ issue.
“Somewhat…Oh man, she made such a scene. I wish she would’ve punched me or something, you know what I mean?” he grimaced. Ryuusuke wondered distantly if Taira would punch him when, no, - if, Ryuusuke corrected himself - they broke up. Was it an ‘if’? Ryuusuke turned back to the conversation.
“Where did you break up?” he questioned.
“Here. We were sitting on the couch when it started.”
“Started?”
“Well yeah, I don’t think either of us were planning it. Things just built up, and then everything blew up - like we’d been constructing a bomb. She asked me why I never put my arm around her when we watched TV, and then I told her that she always told me she hated possessive guys…so we started arguing about that. And then it got really personal.”
He sighed, “I never want to go through that again.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll find a girl who’ll tell you what to do.” Ryuusuke smirked, “Those are the best kind.”
Saku nodded, looking a little happier.
“So Taira overheard you two arguing?”
“Hard not to, but yeah. She went crazy when he came out to see what was going on,” her words echoed in his head. “It was terrible. ‘Obviously you wouldn’t be this stressed out if it weren’t for the band!' Cue Taira, in his usual half-naked splendor,”
Saku made an exasperated face. “You'd rather hang out with this guy rather than me? So it’s the band over me? God damn it, Saku!’
“By the time I explained, we both realized that there was no way to repair this thing we used to call a relationship. It wasn’t Taira’s fault, but I still didn’t talk to him for the day,” Saku finished.
“Wow. That sucks,” was all Ryuusuke could say without sounding unbelievably cheesy.
“The thing that gets me is how I don’t feel like I’m going to be lost without her,” Saku said, standing to put his now empty bowl in the sink. Ryuusuke joined him, placing his on top of Saku’s.
“That means it was definitely time to move on.”
Saku simply nodded. They made their way over to the couch and were soon playing Tony Hawk’s Underground on Taira’s Gamecube.
“So,” Saku started as they finished yet another match of King of the Hill (Saku the victor), “Do you figure you’re in love with Taira?”
The tone of his voice suggested that he could’ve easily been asking which character Ryuusuke was going to choose next, but his face showed he’d been thinking about asking for a while.
“Yes,” Ryuusuke gave a deep nod before elaborating, “it feels like we’ll never run out of things to say to each other. He’s the only person I’ve ever met that can really get inside my head and understand just like Maho. It’s truly incredible. I’ve never felt more…complete.”
Saku gave a wide grin and Ryuusuke coughed embarrassedly. He’d just been gushing about Taira.
“It sounds like you guys have got it all worked out.”
Ryuusuke shook his head, “Not at all. To tell you the truth, it’s kind of scary; I’ve never been in a relationship like this, so I have no idea what I’m doing. And if I slip up…I’d just rather not thing about it. We’ve made a collective decision to go with the flow, and to get through the rough patches -together- as best we can.”
Before the young drummer could retort that that sounded pretty worked out to him, Ryuusuke’s cell phone went off. Looking at the call display, a look of slight confusion clouded his features.
“Hello? Mom? I thought you were in- ”
Saku could hear every word as a mature female voice cut his bandmate off. Ryuusuke’s mother’s voice was made tinny by the tiny cell phone speaker combined with the factor of Saku’s distance of three feet, but the voice still sounded firm yet caring. Saku had to wonder if perhaps that way the way she acted as well.
“Vancouver? Ah yes. We closed the deal early. It was magnificent, sweety.”
Ryuusuke smiled slightly at Saku, who was doing the same. His mother’s joy seemed to be rather infectious.
“I was thinking that we should all have dinner together to celebrate. It’ll just be me, you, grandma, your dad and Maho. Oh and Koyuki- he’s such a cutie…Which brings me to my next point; is it true you’re seeing someone? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I overheard Koyuki talking about it before Maho hung up the phone…I’m sorry if I’m being nosy.”
Ryuusuke’s head was swimming with possible ways this could turn out. His parents had no idea that he had any interest in guys - hell; he didn’t even know until Taira came along - and he couldn’t begin to guess how they would react. Still, he didn’t want to lie, especially since he and Taira were determined not to hide their relationship.
“Uh, no mom not at all. It’s kinda your responsibility to know right? Just a sec, my buddy needs some help with his fish tank. I’ll be right back.”
Saku’s face was scrunched up perplexedly as he mouthed “fish tank?” and he shrugged his shoulders.
“What should I tell her?” Ryuusuke mouthed back, his hand over the receiver. His face was also scrunched up, but in anxiety. Saku shrugged again.
“Just tell her as much of the truth you can,” he whispered. That sounded good to Ryuusuke.
Bringing the phone back to the side of his face, he said, “Mom? Yeah, I’m seeing someone- ”
“That’s great!” his mother exclaimed, “When did you two meet?”
Saku tried to repress the grin that was fighting to form on his face, but it was hard not to find humour in the guitarist’s awkward situation.
“We’ve actually been friends for a while; you might’ve met before, I’m not sure- ”
“Oh sweetie, I’m sorry, I have to go get the groceries and all that jazz. Bring your little friend over tonight. I’ll see you around 6, okay? I love you.”
“Yeah mom, I love you too.” Click. Ryuusuke exhaled deeply, “Wow.” was all he could manage.
“So Taira’s gonna meet the folks? Let me guess. Your parents aren’t exactly expecting your ‘little friend’ to be a guy.” Saku had hit the proverbial nail on the head.
“I don’t even know how they’ll react. I mean, they’re fine with homosexuality and all that, but it’s different when it’s your only son…it’s gotta be, right?” Ryuusuke explained his thoughts, feeling drained. Saku tried to think of something encouraging to say.
“Well, that may be the case, but I don’t think they’ll react totally against their views just for you. I think they’ll just be surprised.” Saku looked up in thought, “Very surprised given your track record,” he added after a moment.
Ryuusuke nodded in agreement - what Saku was saying did make a lot of sense. What was more, it was a comforting theory. And all was well for the rest of the day as the two lounged around the apartment until Taira came home at 4. When Taira entered his apartment, he was welcomed by the sound of what could only be Ryuusuke playing his acoustic. He walked into the living room to see Ryuusuke, sitting on the couch with Saku beside him, listening intently.
“…yeah, it’s always better when we’re together, we’re somewhere in between together…” Ryuusuke sang, having not noticed Taira yet. Taira smiled, leaning his shoulder against the wall. He’d never heard the guitarist really sing before; it was refreshing. When he was finished the song he looked up and saw Taira, albeit a dirty and sweaty one. The smile that appeared on his face mirrored the one on his lover’s as he said with a light joking tone to his voice, “Nice helmet. You look like one of the Village People.” Taira and Saku laughed.
“Well, I am a construction worker - all we need now is a police officer, a stereotypical Native American, and…damn, I always forget the last one!” Taira removed the white helmet and placed it on the counter beside him, appreciating the fact that his apartment was open-concept.
“I think it was somebody from the Navy,” Saku told them, standing up. “Anyway, do you need to shower right away Taira? Cause if you don’t I’m going to take one and then go hang Koyuki for a couple of hours about ‘dinner’.” He grinned.
“No, it’s alright, go ahead.”
Saku quickly disappeared into the bathroom and the sound of running water was heard. Taira took a seat where the drummer had been.
“I’ve never really heard you sing before; you have a good voice,” Taira complimented Ryuusuke, who shook his head slightly.
“Thanks, but that’s only because I took singing lessons with Maho. Great singers are born, not made, like Koyuki.”
Taira nodded. He’d been in enough bands to know that the statement was truth.
“Still, I wouldn’t mind hearing a little more Jack Johnson from you.”
Ryuusuke had to smile in spite of himself, “Alright. Here we go;
‘Situation Number one, it’s the one that's just begun but evidently it’s too late…
Situation Number two, it’s the only chance for you, it's controlled by denizens of hate…
Situation Number three, it's the one that no one sees, all too often dismissed as fate…
Situation Number four, the one that left you wanting more, tantalized you with its bait…ahh…’”
There was something unbelievably sexy about Ryuusuke playing the guitar and Taira knew exactly why so many girls flocked around guitarists like him.
“I love that song - whenever I listen to it, I always think he wrote it as just a good riff and then added some poetry to it as an afterthought.” Ryuusuke told the bleach blond, “by the way, you look really hot right now. I think I’ve just discovered a kink or something.” He grinned as Taira gave a surprised laugh.
“What? Construction workers?”
“No, Taira after work.” Ryuusuke set the guitar down, leaning carefully against the coffee table, before closing the space between him and Taira, planting his lips on the bassist. Taira shifted to lie on the couch underneath Ryuusuke who paused, and looked at Taira’s green and black horizontally striped ankle socked feet.
“Like my socks?” Taira questioned, raising an eyebrow. Ryuusuke smirked and ran a hand up and down the side of Taira’s thigh, starting from his hip.
“I love them. I was just checking so I wouldn’t get the heel of a steel toed boot in my back,” he explained.
“Oh. Well in that case,” Taira pulled Ryuusuke down onto him, wrapping the leg closest to the back of the couch around Ryuusuke while the other hung off. Taira was kissing Ryuusuke feverishly and then suddenly ceased. An unappealing thought occurred to the guitarist: for some reason the silence seemed…silenter?
“Shit, Saku’s done his shower. Get off me.” Taira unnecessarily informed Ryuusuke who was already clambering to his knees. Saku came into the room just as Taira was scootching into a sitting position on the couch. Even though Saku hadn’t seen anything, it was still painfully obvious what they were doing before they had detected he was finished his shower. The teenager shook his head as a school teacher would at a pair of little boys who had hurt one another in a scuffle.
“I can’t leave you two alone for a minute…” he told them in a disapproving tone, and then smiled. “Well I’m off; I’ll be back before 6, seeing as you all are ditching me for dinner. Oh well, I’ll see if Chiba wants to hang. See ya.”
Saku exited the apartment, leaving Taira questioning in his wake, “What’re we doing at 6?”
“Uh,” Ryuusuke started, scratching his shoulder, “going to dinner at my parents’?”
“Oh,” Taira replied, his expression unreadable. “Why am I going with you?”
The two made eye contact for a long moment as Ryuusuke gave Taira time to think about it.
“Your parents found out you’re in a steady relationship? So they’re inviting you plus me, to meet me?”
After Ryuusuke nodded, the platinum blond continued, “So Koyuki’s going to be there too…that makes sense…but, ah…Ry, babe, have you ever brought home a guy?”
Ryuusuke shook his head, silky obsidian locks swaying with the movement.
“Taira, I’m sort of new to the whole ‘being with a guy’ thing…remember the Grateful Sound? That was really my first time with a guy.” He sighed and nudged Taira’s leg with his own.
“Hey? Do you want to do this with me? It’s a big step, but I think it’s in the right direction. Besides you met my mom before. She’s not that bad.”
Taira grinned confidently, but there was an underlying sense of mischief lurking about it.
“I’m fine with this. But…I think, to be safe mind you, we should get everything out of our system.”
Ryuusuke snorted, “Saku’s right. You can’t leave us alone together.”
Taira leaned forward until his breath tickled Ryuusuke’s ear and said in a low voice, “I’ve been thinking about going down on you in the shower all day.” His grin widened as he heard a sharp intake of breath.
“Shower?” Taira questioned in a voice that made it seem like he truly didn’t know Ryuusuke answer. Ryuusuke confirmed in the affirmative.
"Shower."