Reita/Nao - Melting - Oneshot
Title: Melting
Author: tsumetaikaze
Band/Pairing: Reita/Nao [GazettE/Kagrra,]
Genre: Humour, Romance, is frustration a genre? XD
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: HAH! Nice one. No.
Summary: Nao held out his free hand. “Winner chooses the next two weeks worth of hired games.”
Notes: Written while Miyavi was still there!! -cries- And also while it was still incredibly hot here. Took me a lifetime to post.
“Why would they call it for today? No one has enough brain cells to care if they’re wearing clean underwear or not when it’s this hot.”
“Because they’re very horrible, twisted and evil, that’s why.”
Nao sat forward, picking up the hem of his t-shirt and waving it back and forth to channel cool air. “They could at least fix the damn air conditioning. There’s too much stuff in here that could be damaged.”
“Like me.”
Nao paused a second in his fanning to slap Reita backhanded in the chest. “Like equipment.”
The blonde shot Nao an offended look as he resumed fanning himself like nothing had happened. “Don’t you care if I melt into a puddle of nothing?”
Nao made a ‘pfft’ noise and waved a hand absently in Reita’s direction. “My brain’s too fried to care about anything right now.”
“I’m crushed,” Reita retorted, but he sounded too exhausted to feel anything except a very vague sense of rejection. Honestly, he could sympathise. If Nao appeared before him as a pool of melted-bassist, his initial reaction would probably be ‘huh, good idea’.
Nao suddenly made a decisive sound and got to his feet, glancing down at Reita. “I’m getting some ice, want some?”
Reita lifted an eyebrow. “Can I have water with mine?”
Nao scoffed. “It’ll melt in two seconds flat, guaranteed.”
Reita laughed and conceded, “Good point.”
Sinking further into the couch as Nao left the room and closing his eyes, he sighed tiredly. He frowned as he heard someone stomp into the room, their steps softening and retreating as they must have thought he was asleep. How anyone could sleep in this weather was completely beyond him, but he wasn’t complaining that they assumed he’d somehow found the ability. Especially when he wasn’t sure his brain was still capable of speech in case they decided they wanted a chat.
But he blinked one bleary eye open as he heard a voice he couldn’t quite pick straight away, followed by a very distinctive half-groan of complaint from Nao.
Said bassist slumped back into the room, the promised glasses of ice in his hands, and whined as he fell back against the couch.
“Nao says the people coming to fix the air conditioning won’t be here for another couple of hours.”
“Gaaah,” Reita groaned, now more uncomfortable than ever at the mere thought of being in the heat for so much longer.
“That’s what I said,” Nao replied, wrinkling his nose.
He handed Reita his glass, taking a moment to point out that there was a decent three centimetres of water at the bottom of it now, but Reita ignored him, instead downing all the water available.
Pouting, Nao adjusted himself so that he was sprawled across the couch with his head on Reita’s lap, and peered up at the blonde bassist as he rested the ice on his forehead to cool himself down.
Almost automatically, Reita’s hand instantly moved to Nao’s hair, separating the dyed strands. “It shouldn’t be too long ‘till the meeting,” he said quietly. “Try and sleep. Someone will get us if we’re late.”
Nao nodded tiredly, lifting his head just enough to take a drink of cold water before putting the glass on the nearby coffee table and relaxing against Reita again. He brought a hand up to twist his fingers in the hem of Reita’s loose t-shirt, a habit that he’d picked up over time.
Reita smiled down at him, momentarily forgetting the sweltering heat as he resumed running his fingers through the other’s hair, and dimly wondering how it was still so soft despite years of colouring compared to his own.
It didn’t last long, however, because just as it seemed Nao was miraculously starting to drift off, a shirtless Miyavi came waltzing into the room and collapsed into the armchair opposite the two bassists.
“Aaw, look at you two,” he laughed, either completely missing, ignoring, or not caring about the glare they both sent his way. “Director’s car broke down on the way over, so he doesn’t know when he’ll be here.”
Both Nao and Reita grimaced, tilting their heads back as they groaned “Gaaah!”
“We’ll be stranded here forever,” Nao whined.
“Can’t we just go home and do it another day?” Reita asked.
Miyavi shook his head, looking extremely amused. “Nope. He’s going on holidays for once remember? That’s why we’re having the meeting.”
Both bassists groaned again, and Nao sat up, figuring his moment with Reita was long gone. He picked up his glass again, downing whatever water was amongst the ice as a far-too-energetic Kai came bounding into the room, two boxes in hand.
“Izumi and I braved the outside for you lot, so you better be bloody grateful.”
Three pairs of eyebrows went up as they all turned to face him.
“Two icy poles and one ice-cream. Choose quick or they’ll melt.”
Miyavi jumped straight to his feet and grabbed the box of icy poles from Kai, taking one out and devouring it immediately.
“Which one would melt first?” Reita asked mischievously.
Kai blinked. “Uh… Ice-cream?”
Reita smirked at Nao as he reached out for an icy pole. “That’s yours then.”
The other bassist’s eyes widened as he jumped to his feet, spluttering, “What? As if!”
Reita shrugged, taking a bite of his icy pole smugly.
Nao glared, taking the last ice-cream from a somewhat bewildered Kai, and declared childishly, “I bet yours melts first, anyway.”
“I bet it doesn’t,” Reita grinned.
“No way! Ice-cream is way more solid, therefore it’ll melt slower.”
“Actually -“ Miyavi tried to intervene, but he was entirely ignored as Reita raised a perfectly arched eyebrow.
“Bet it doesn’t.”
Nao held out his free hand. “Winner chooses the next two weeks worth of hired games.”
Reita gripped it and shook, eyes glinting. “Deal.”
Kai and Miyavi rolled their eyes.
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“Still confident?”
“Shut up.”
Reita laughed as Kai walked past shouting, “I believe in the ice-cream, Nao!”
Izumi looked up from the armchair Miyavi had been occupying earlier and sighed, “Why you would bet on games is completely beyond me. Everyone knows you don’t bet on things that are important.”
“Stay out of it, Izumi,” Nao warned, eyes fixed on his rapidly shrinking ice-cream. He glanced over at the glass next to his own, in which Reita’s icy pole was sitting quite comfortably. It was almost double the size.
Nao frowned.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
He picked up the glass containing his ice-cream and dashed to the opposite side of the room where a fan now stood, thanks to a very generous staff member who had taken pity on them. Or had enough of their whining. Probably the latter, but they were grateful nonetheless.
He held the glass out in front of the fan, ordering it to stop melting.
Shin raised an eyebrow form his position on the couch leaning against Aoi’s shoulder, quite obviously amused. “You do realise that fans don’t actually blow cool air, right?”
“They just move the air around so we think it’s cool,” Ruki continued from over at the table opposite a very smug Reita.
Tora leaned his back against the fridge door, crossing his arms. “You’re just making it melt faster,” he finished.
“As if you tell him that!” Reita suddenly whined, at the same time as Nao complained loudly, “Who the hell let all the gloom and doom in here?”
“It would be mean not to,” Ruki said, ignoring Nao and answering Reita, for once acting a little charitable in a… vague sort of way.
“Hey, hey, come here, I know what to do,” Aoi said with a grin, beckoning a very frustrated and now suspicious Nao over to him and causing Reita to cry out, “Why are you all on his side?”
Aoi just winked at him before breathing hot air on the brunette’s ice-cream before he could pull it away, receiving a light slap on the shoulder from an amused-but-hiding-it-very-well Shin.
Reita cackled, Nao looking down suddenly at the remains of his ice cream pooling at the bottom of the glass. He shot Aoi a glare as he put the glass down next to Reita’s a little more forcefully than necessary, and sat down heavily in the chair.
“Fine. You win. Congratulations.”
Ruki and Aoi ‘aaw’ed in the background as Tora ruffled Nao’s hair on the way out the door, his drummer popping his head into the room and calling for him.
“Bad luck,” he said solemnly.
Nao frowned, sinking further into his seat as Reita looked apologetically between him and the icy pole that was yet to melt completely.
“Sorry…?”
Nao snorted. “No, no, you won, fair and square.” He glared at the now liquid ice-cream like it was a traitorous friend. “I’ll just have to pay you back.”
Reita grimaced, guilt already starting to settle in even though he knew it wasn’t his fault. “Uh, I’ll cook you dinner?”
Nao only raised a vaguely amused eyebrow. “That would probably just make me want to up the intensity of the payback.”
“Wise choice, my friend,” Ruki said approvingly as he stood to join the other three in the room and sat in the armchair next to a still disapproving Izumi.
The guilt settled in a little deeper. “Okay… I’ll take you out for dinner.”
Nao shrugged. “What good will that do?”
“I won’t feel so crap for beating you, and you won’t be so mad at me?”
Nao ignored him, getting to his feet as Miyavi - still shirtless - strolled past, customary smile plastered on, and said happily, “Meeting’s on now, guys. Director got a lift, so we can be told everything we already know and get out of this hellhole.”
Nao took his glass and Reita’s from the table, heading to the sink while Reita watched, dumbfounded, and began to clean them out. The blonde bassist narrowed his eyes, folding his arms across his chest as he watched his lover hum contentedly under his breath, tipping the melted contents into the bin and beginning to wash each glass carefully.
He vaguely registered as Shin and Ruki walked past, Aoi attached to Shin’s hand and Izumi stumbling behind blindly, head buried in the latest magazine. He lifted his hand absently in farewell as Aoi called out something he didn’t pay enough attention to hear, and focused his gaze on Nao as he put the glasses onto the sink to dry.
The reason for the sudden niceties clicked when the other bassist turned to him with a smile and asked, “We going then?”
Reita stood slowly, watching the other bassist for any signs of mischief, and nodded warily. “I guess…”
Nao only smiled warmly at him and took hold of Reita’s hand as they walked down the hall, linking their fingers together.
If that guilt didn’t destroy him, Reita didn’t know what would. But he wouldn’t give in. He wouldn’t. Not this time.
It got even worse when Nao said quietly, leaning into his shoulder, “So what do you want for dinner tonight? I’ll cook, considering I don’t trust you.”
Reita faltered, unable to think of anything other than that he knew he was falling for it, and he knew he couldn’t stop himself. It happened every time, and of course this was no exception. He sighed, stopping just before they got to the stairway, everyone deciding it was far too hot for an elevator with no air conditioning, and rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly with his free hand.
Nao smiled all-too-innocently up at him. “You okay?”
Reita scowled down at the ground. “Fine. You can choose.”
Nao’s innocent smile turned into a triumphant smirk as he quickly leaned in to kiss Reita on the cheek, saying, “I know.”
Reita’s scowl only deepened as he inwardly kicked himself for giving in again, and he mumbled, “But I still win.”
Nao snorted.
“Sure you do, babe, sure you do.”
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Hah. This was fun, if a little silly. Hope you liked! Comments = <3