[FIC] - Details - Reita/Ruki - PG - Oneshot
Title: Details
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: ....romance?
Pairings: Ruki/Reita
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: A scene. Nosy Uruha.
Rainchaser's Archive
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Why is he even already here? Ruki thought to himself as he tried to look busy, adding details to a cover design he had been working on. He didn't like those eyes studying him, not when they came with that knowing smile.
"What is it, Uruha?" He eventually mumbled, dropping his short pencil.
"He slept at your place last night."
And Ruki certainly didn't like that amused voice.
"So?" He looked up, raising an annoyed brow.
Uruha hunched forward across the table. "How was he?"
"Excuse me?"
"You know what I'm talking about." The guitarist scooted closer in his chair.
Ruki pulled out a cigarette from his open pack on the table. "It's none of your business."
"It is!" The other said, insistingly. "Reita is my best friend, I need to know things!"
Lighting his stick of nicotine, Ruki rolled his eyes. "Why don't you ask him, then?"
"Because," Uruha snagged a smoke from Ruki's pack. "it would be like asking my brother. Feels awkward."
"Yeah, right." He actually had to snort at that.
"That's why you have to tell me: how was he?" Chin in palm, he leaned onto the table.
The vocalists eyes turned grim again. "I'm not telling you anything."
"Come on." He practically begged.
"I said no." He exhaled blue smoke harshly. "It's private, it's intimate and it's mine. I'm not sharing any details." He wasn't going to talk about this, it was too precious to get forced into words.
The door opened, Reita standing in it's frame, biker jacket and polished helmet.
"Am I late?" He asked as he saw Uruha.
"No, perfect timing." Ruki said, a smile tugging on his lips. "Kai and Aoi will be here any minute and they better bring coffee."
There was silence as Reita put down his stuff, stretched and took a seat right beside Ruki, nervous glances here and there. The first morning after was never easy to be filled with the right words.
He didn't have to. Underneath the table's surface, there was a simple gesture. The vocalist's fingers tentatively wound around Reita's hand.
It was answered by a firm hold.
Things would fall into place, that, for sure, was out of question. Even if he had to make his next costume to include a cane to beat Uruha off.
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Inspired by big-ass comment capslock chats with cateris.
Author: unna_rainchaser
Rating: PG
Genre: ....romance?
Pairings: Ruki/Reita
Disclaimer: Not mine, no harm intended.
Comments: A scene. Nosy Uruha.
Rainchaser's Archive
______________________________
Why is he even already here? Ruki thought to himself as he tried to look busy, adding details to a cover design he had been working on. He didn't like those eyes studying him, not when they came with that knowing smile.
"What is it, Uruha?" He eventually mumbled, dropping his short pencil.
"He slept at your place last night."
And Ruki certainly didn't like that amused voice.
"So?" He looked up, raising an annoyed brow.
Uruha hunched forward across the table. "How was he?"
"Excuse me?"
"You know what I'm talking about." The guitarist scooted closer in his chair.
Ruki pulled out a cigarette from his open pack on the table. "It's none of your business."
"It is!" The other said, insistingly. "Reita is my best friend, I need to know things!"
Lighting his stick of nicotine, Ruki rolled his eyes. "Why don't you ask him, then?"
"Because," Uruha snagged a smoke from Ruki's pack. "it would be like asking my brother. Feels awkward."
"Yeah, right." He actually had to snort at that.
"That's why you have to tell me: how was he?" Chin in palm, he leaned onto the table.
The vocalists eyes turned grim again. "I'm not telling you anything."
"Come on." He practically begged.
"I said no." He exhaled blue smoke harshly. "It's private, it's intimate and it's mine. I'm not sharing any details." He wasn't going to talk about this, it was too precious to get forced into words.
The door opened, Reita standing in it's frame, biker jacket and polished helmet.
"Am I late?" He asked as he saw Uruha.
"No, perfect timing." Ruki said, a smile tugging on his lips. "Kai and Aoi will be here any minute and they better bring coffee."
There was silence as Reita put down his stuff, stretched and took a seat right beside Ruki, nervous glances here and there. The first morning after was never easy to be filled with the right words.
He didn't have to. Underneath the table's surface, there was a simple gesture. The vocalist's fingers tentatively wound around Reita's hand.
It was answered by a firm hold.
Things would fall into place, that, for sure, was out of question. Even if he had to make his next costume to include a cane to beat Uruha off.
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Inspired by big-ass comment capslock chats with cateris.