December Challenge - 13 - Meeting Time
Title - Meeting Time
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG-13
Word Count - 776
Pairing - Gackt x You
Characters - Gackt, You, Chacha
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt and You are spending some quality time together
“Gaku, put your computer away.”
Gackt paused in his typing and turned his head to face the man sitting next to him on the couch in his living room. “Why?”
“Because…” You said softly.
Gackt could only smile when You leaned forward and captured his lips with a gentle, but loving kiss. “What was that for?” Gackt asked.
“Because I can,” You shrugged.
When You kissed him for the second time, the kiss was a little more insistent. You’s lips were caressing his softly and the gentle strokes of You’s fingertips across his cheekbones were beginning to unravel Gackt.
“Okay, okay,” Gackt smiled, pushing You away slightly. “You get your wish.”
Gackt closed the laptop and placed it gently on the floor. As soon as it was safely down and free of Gackt’s hands, You pounced him again. Gackt laughed into the kiss and You laughed too, but that was okay. You’s intention was to be playful, not sexual, and Gackt found himself falling back onto the couch with You hovering above him before he’d even realised that he’d moved.
There was no heat to the kisses that You was showering him with. Even when Gackt opened his mouth and felt You’s tongue dancing with his own, the kisses remained light and loving instead of dark and passionate like their recent times together.
Gackt had been busy lately. Exceedingly busy, even by his own busy standards. Any alone time he’d managed to snatch with his long term lover had resulted in rushed encounters with torn clothing that were over before Gackt had even had chance to enjoy them. Fifteen minutes here, twenty minutes there and nothing but sex was not enough for Gackt to appreciate the man that was gently framing his face with his hands as he continued to kiss him.
Gackt loved fast and hurried sex. He felt that there was something animalistic about forgoing all foreplay and build up and simply doing it. It was always rough and hard and hot, but after a month of nothing but fast and hurried sex, he was longing for something else.
He allowed his hands to run down the curve of You’s back, his palms slotting nicely over You’s shoulder blades before running south, stopping short of You’s belt line and making no motion to dip beneath or lift You’s shirt. Strangely, Gackt thought that turning things sexual and taking off clothes would ruin the moment.
Gackt felt more intimately connected to You because of these kisses than he had during any of those recent rushed encounters.
He was glad that You seemed to share the same thoughts. You was stroking his face and ruffling his hair and making no moves to progress things any further. It seemed like years since the two of them had had a good make out session like this, and Gackt was left wondering why they didn’t do it more often.
“Guys, get a room.”
You stopped kissing him and the two lovers both turned to glare at their interruption. Chacha smiled sweetly and took a seat on the floor next to the couch that they lay upon, his head level with their knees.
Gackt snapped back. “This is my room. My couch. My house. If I want to make out with my boyfriend, then I can.”
You nodded. “What he said.”
“Why are you here anyway, Chacha?” Gackt asked. “Go away and give us some privacy.”
“Can’t,” Chacha said brightly. “The band meeting was supposed to start five minutes ago so even though this is your room, your couch and your house, it’s supposed to be our meeting room. So stop trying to eat each other.”
“It’s time for the meeting?” You asked. Chacha nodded.
You tried to pull away from Gackt but Gackt held him fast, his arms still around You’s back and his thighs gripping You’s waist.
“So what if there is a meeting?” Gackt asked. “You don’t actually expect me to be on time for it, do you? When am I ever on time for anything? Come back in… thirty minutes. I’ll be ready then.”
Chacha stood up and shrugged his shoulders. “Alright then. But I’m raiding your bar while we’re waiting.”
“Do what you like,” Gackt said.
You waited for Chacha to leave the room before he spoke again. “You do realise that he’s going to drink everything he can and turn up to the meeting drunk just to prove a point? And that he’ll probably ensure everybody else is equally drunk?”
“You do realise that I don’t care?” Gackt smiled. “Now, I think we were doing something far more important than having a band meeting…”
~owari
Author - unwritten_ideas
Rating - PG-13
Word Count - 776
Pairing - Gackt x You
Characters - Gackt, You, Chacha
Disclaimer - don’t own squat and if I did, I’d be posting this with pictures
Summary - Gackt and You are spending some quality time together
“Gaku, put your computer away.”
Gackt paused in his typing and turned his head to face the man sitting next to him on the couch in his living room. “Why?”
“Because…” You said softly.
Gackt could only smile when You leaned forward and captured his lips with a gentle, but loving kiss. “What was that for?” Gackt asked.
“Because I can,” You shrugged.
When You kissed him for the second time, the kiss was a little more insistent. You’s lips were caressing his softly and the gentle strokes of You’s fingertips across his cheekbones were beginning to unravel Gackt.
“Okay, okay,” Gackt smiled, pushing You away slightly. “You get your wish.”
Gackt closed the laptop and placed it gently on the floor. As soon as it was safely down and free of Gackt’s hands, You pounced him again. Gackt laughed into the kiss and You laughed too, but that was okay. You’s intention was to be playful, not sexual, and Gackt found himself falling back onto the couch with You hovering above him before he’d even realised that he’d moved.
There was no heat to the kisses that You was showering him with. Even when Gackt opened his mouth and felt You’s tongue dancing with his own, the kisses remained light and loving instead of dark and passionate like their recent times together.
Gackt had been busy lately. Exceedingly busy, even by his own busy standards. Any alone time he’d managed to snatch with his long term lover had resulted in rushed encounters with torn clothing that were over before Gackt had even had chance to enjoy them. Fifteen minutes here, twenty minutes there and nothing but sex was not enough for Gackt to appreciate the man that was gently framing his face with his hands as he continued to kiss him.
Gackt loved fast and hurried sex. He felt that there was something animalistic about forgoing all foreplay and build up and simply doing it. It was always rough and hard and hot, but after a month of nothing but fast and hurried sex, he was longing for something else.
He allowed his hands to run down the curve of You’s back, his palms slotting nicely over You’s shoulder blades before running south, stopping short of You’s belt line and making no motion to dip beneath or lift You’s shirt. Strangely, Gackt thought that turning things sexual and taking off clothes would ruin the moment.
Gackt felt more intimately connected to You because of these kisses than he had during any of those recent rushed encounters.
He was glad that You seemed to share the same thoughts. You was stroking his face and ruffling his hair and making no moves to progress things any further. It seemed like years since the two of them had had a good make out session like this, and Gackt was left wondering why they didn’t do it more often.
“Guys, get a room.”
You stopped kissing him and the two lovers both turned to glare at their interruption. Chacha smiled sweetly and took a seat on the floor next to the couch that they lay upon, his head level with their knees.
Gackt snapped back. “This is my room. My couch. My house. If I want to make out with my boyfriend, then I can.”
You nodded. “What he said.”
“Why are you here anyway, Chacha?” Gackt asked. “Go away and give us some privacy.”
“Can’t,” Chacha said brightly. “The band meeting was supposed to start five minutes ago so even though this is your room, your couch and your house, it’s supposed to be our meeting room. So stop trying to eat each other.”
“It’s time for the meeting?” You asked. Chacha nodded.
You tried to pull away from Gackt but Gackt held him fast, his arms still around You’s back and his thighs gripping You’s waist.
“So what if there is a meeting?” Gackt asked. “You don’t actually expect me to be on time for it, do you? When am I ever on time for anything? Come back in… thirty minutes. I’ll be ready then.”
Chacha stood up and shrugged his shoulders. “Alright then. But I’m raiding your bar while we’re waiting.”
“Do what you like,” Gackt said.
You waited for Chacha to leave the room before he spoke again. “You do realise that he’s going to drink everything he can and turn up to the meeting drunk just to prove a point? And that he’ll probably ensure everybody else is equally drunk?”
“You do realise that I don’t care?” Gackt smiled. “Now, I think we were doing something far more important than having a band meeting…”
~owari