Caught Again
Title: Caught Again
Author: write_my_dreams
Pairings: Asagi x Ruiza, Tsuzuku x Koichi
Genre: AU, humor
Warning: Tsuzuku being a perverted. Older fic that has been revised.
Disclaimer: The band members depicted do not belong to me. The story and the writing are mine.
Rating: PG-13
Chapter(s): 1/1
Summary: Asagi and Ruiza finally learn their lesson about kissing in elevators.
Author's Comment: Merry Christmas everyone! This fic is from the same universe as "The Benefits of Waiting" and is from the same time period. I had written it as a gift for a friend but changed some elements so I could post it to LJ.
The elevator was, thankfully, empty when Asagi and Ruiza stepped inside. Being on the crowded train had been a nightmare since it prevented Asagi from touching his gorgeous lover. It also provided the threat that someone else would touch said gorgeous lover. Such as dirty old men and sex-deprived office workers. At least they were alone now. Better yet, they would soon be in the safety of Ruiza’s apartment. With the door securely locked.
Asagi pressed the button for Ruiza’s floor then glanced over to see the blonde tugging his tiny, grey shorts down in an attempt to cover more of his thighs. Ruiza’s exposed legs and black, semi-sheer, sleeveless button-up shirt made it difficult for Asagi to concentrate on anything but how much he wanted Ruiza. He felt his thoughts slipping into the gutter. The softness of those thighs, how kissing up them made Ruiza shiver, the little moans Asagi pulled from him when he teased Ruiza’s inner thighs… something he could do now, if he was bold or horny enough.
Asagi briefly closed his eyes. No, he was not going to touch Ruiza. Every time he and Ruiza ended up kissing in an elevator, someone walked in on them. They would then break apart and try to pretend that they hadn’t just been making out while the other person did their best to avoid looking at the pair. It was extremely embarrassing.
Ruiza tugging his sleeve caught his attention. Asagi glanced down to see his lover had moved to stand in front of him. “Are you all right? You just… completely spaced out on me.”
Asagi gave him a gentle smile. “I’m fine.” His hand inched to brush against Ruiza’s thigh. Damn it, he shouldn’t have looked at him. Now he really wanted to kiss the blonde.
“You sure?” Ruiza brushed Asagi’s bangs back. The taller man could feel his self-control crumbling. Resisting him was always difficult, but doing so with a barely dressed Ruiza chest to chest with Asagi was almost impossible.
Somehow, he stopped himself from touching those perfect thighs.
“I’m fine, really.” Asagi glanced at the elevator door then smiled sheepishly at Ruiza. “I was thinking about how much I want to touch you. But I do not want a repeat of the last elevator incident.”
Ruiza wrinkled his nose. “I don’t either. Still, I doubt anything could be worse than that.”
The incident had happened two weeks ago. They’d been leaving work when Asagi couldn’t resist his lover any longer. He pulled Ruiza into a passionate kiss as soon as the elevator doors closed behind them. Hands running over each other’s bodies, Asagi’s shirt unbuttoned to his stomach, kissing Ruiza’s neck while trying to breathe at the same time. Then, to their eternal horror, their perverted boss had walked in on them. He’d proceeded to smirk and make suggestive comments throughout the elevator ride.
“I have lube in my briefcase. Do you want some?”
“There’s a love hotel down the street if you can’t wait to fuck each other. And a sex shop next to it. You two could buy some toys first.”
Asagi would have given anything to disappear. “I don’t think so either.” He shuddered at the mortifying memories then made the mistake of looking at Ruiza again. He was twirling a lock of blonde hair around his finger and seemed to be lost in thought. Probably recalling the scarring incident with their boss. Asagi knew he should look away. Still, he couldn’t help but watch Ruiza adjust his shorts again, tongue flicking out to wet his chapped lips. Seeing that made Asagi’s brain threaten to short circuit.
Don’t kiss him. Be in control.
The voice of reason was soon drowned out by the voice of desire.
Kiss him. You know you want to.
The voice of reason had no chance.
Ruiza gasped when Asagi pushed him up against the wall. “Hey, we’re in the elevator,” he protested. “We really sh-mmf.” He was silenced as the taller man kissed him. Ruiza’s hands flew to Asagi’s chest as if to push him away. But he didn’t. Instead, he pulled Asagi closer then buried his fingers in long hair. It seemed that neither of them could control themselves anymore. Since Ruiza wasn’t protesting, Asagi kissed him again. He playfully bit the blonde’s lower lip as he dropped his hands to his exposed thighs. Slowly he stroked them, dragging his fingers up and down the soft skin to make Ruiza shiver. “Mm…” the blonde parted his lips. Asagi took the invitation and deepened the kiss, tongue brushing against Ruiza’s and making both of them groan. As he kissed him he moved his hands to his lover’s shirt, popping out three of the little black buttons so he’d have more skin to touch. Panting, Ruiza broke the kiss then brought Asagi even closer so that the blonde’s smaller body was firmly sandwiched between Asagi and the wall. The knowledge that they could be interrupted at any moment was there, but Asagi was too caught up in his lover to give a damn. Every kiss, the feeling of Ruiza’s nails dragging over his scalp, the muffled moan as Asagi spread the blonde’s thighs with his knee and started to rub his knee against his crotch… They were so caught up in each other that nothing existed but them.
Ruiza was the first to break the kiss again. He panted as he looked up at Asagi, face flushed with need. “Ah… we…”
“Shh.” Asagi cupped his face and kissed him again. He slid his fingers through Ruiza’s hair then dropped his free hand back to his chest. He did take his knee out from between the blonde’s legs though; he didn’t want Ruiza to get hard in the elevator in case someone did interrupt them. Asagi’s hands promptly went back to Ruiza’s thighs. He could never resist his legs for long.
Ruiza drew back, smiling. “Still love my thighs?”
“I never stopped.”
The blonde pulled Asagi’s head down to whisper seductively in his ear. “Then get me into my apartment so I can wrap my legs around you.”
Asagi was definitely looking forward to that. He pulled Ruiza into another kiss then jumped as the doors open. He drew back from Ruiza’s lips, blushing furiously as he saw two men standing outside. One had auburn hair and tattoos covering his arms, hand in hand with another man with pink hair. The redhead smirked as he pulled his-presumably-lover up against his side.
“Having fun?”
To Asagi’s eternal horror, the redhead pulled his lover into the elevator. Usually people didn’t want to be anywhere near him and Ruiza after catching them kissing in the elevator.
Asagi quickly stepped away from his lover. “Sorry,” he said, bowing his head in apology. “We… um… got impatient.”
“Don’t be sorry. That was hot.”
“Tsuzuku!” His lover glared and hit his chest. “You’re terrible.”
Tsuzuku pouted as he rubbed his chest. “What? It was! Come on, Koichi.” He pressed Koichi closer. “I know how much you love when I kiss you like that.” Tsuzuku ran his hand down to Koichi’s ass, looking disgruntled when his lover slapped his hand away.
Blushing, Asagi looked at Ruiza. The blonde’s face was crimson as he fumbled to button his shirt up to his neck. Once the buttons were in place, he shifted awkwardly in an attempt to cover his mostly exposed legs. Despite having his arm around Koichi’s waist, Tsuzuku was clearly eyeing them. Asagi wished he’d worn more clothing. His tank top, sleeveless black jacket that fell to his knees, little black shorts, and boots with black laces that crisscrossed up his thighs didn’t offer nearly as much cover as he needed. The couple really needed to carry extra clothes for the nights they did undercover investigations. Then, every pervert with a pulse wouldn’t be able to ogle them.
“You can kiss him again,” Tsuzuku suggested. “I can tell you want to.”
"Tsuzuku," Koichi hissed.
Ruiza quickly pushed the button for the next floor. “We were… um… just leaving actually. We have some business to do.”
Tsuzuku ignored his irritated lover. “Business,” he looked amused as he repeated the word. “I’m sure you two have lots to do.” He glanced at Asagi then Ruiza, making it clear that the blonde was top on Asagi’s list of things to do.
“Excuse my lover,” Koichi said flatly. “He’s clearly forgotten how to behave in public.” He gave Tsuzuku a dirty look then stepped away, crossing his arms over his chest. “What is wrong with you? Are you really so sex-crazed you can’t even speak normally to someone you’ve only just met?”
Just as Tsuzuku was starting to respond, the doors opened. Eager to escape, Ruiza bolted into the hallway. Asagi followed then glanced back over his shoulder. He frowned as he saw that Tsuzuku’s eyes were lower than they should be. Checking out Ruiza’s ass? Well, he had a great ass so he couldn’t blame Tsuzuku for looking. But Ruiza was Asagi’s lover. He hated when other men stared at him.
“Tsuzuku!” Koichi grabbed the front of his lover’s shirt and turned him to face him. “I know you’re staring at their asses. Even though I’m right next to you.” He was clearly pissed off. Tsuzuku was definitely in huge trouble.
“Let’s leave them alone,” Ruiza whispered, taking Asagi’s hand and pulling him down the hallway.
Asagi took a deep breath in relief when the doors closed. He wrapped his arms around Ruiza, holding him close. “Let’s make a deal. We bring extra clothes and we never make out in an elevator again.”
Ruiza laughed weakly. “Deal.” He took Asagi’s hand then pulled him towards the stairs. “Let’s take the stairs for a couple floors so they won’t be in the elevator still. Then,” he glanced back at Asagi, “we can continue our business.”
Asagi grinned. “Looking forward to it.”
And being alone with Ruiza. With the door securely locked so no one could disturb them.Notes
1) "Caught Again" is the last part I have of this particular fic series. It's actually a prequel to another fic but the pairing is different then. I didn't have much of the Asagi x Ruiza storyline done.
2) My Tsuzuku muse is... a horrible pervert so he seemed like a good character to introduce. Koichi is not pleased with him.
Author: write_my_dreams
Pairings: Asagi x Ruiza, Tsuzuku x Koichi
Genre: AU, humor
Warning: Tsuzuku being a perverted. Older fic that has been revised.
Disclaimer: The band members depicted do not belong to me. The story and the writing are mine.
Rating: PG-13
Chapter(s): 1/1
Summary: Asagi and Ruiza finally learn their lesson about kissing in elevators.
Author's Comment: Merry Christmas everyone! This fic is from the same universe as "The Benefits of Waiting" and is from the same time period. I had written it as a gift for a friend but changed some elements so I could post it to LJ.
The elevator was, thankfully, empty when Asagi and Ruiza stepped inside. Being on the crowded train had been a nightmare since it prevented Asagi from touching his gorgeous lover. It also provided the threat that someone else would touch said gorgeous lover. Such as dirty old men and sex-deprived office workers. At least they were alone now. Better yet, they would soon be in the safety of Ruiza’s apartment. With the door securely locked.
Asagi pressed the button for Ruiza’s floor then glanced over to see the blonde tugging his tiny, grey shorts down in an attempt to cover more of his thighs. Ruiza’s exposed legs and black, semi-sheer, sleeveless button-up shirt made it difficult for Asagi to concentrate on anything but how much he wanted Ruiza. He felt his thoughts slipping into the gutter. The softness of those thighs, how kissing up them made Ruiza shiver, the little moans Asagi pulled from him when he teased Ruiza’s inner thighs… something he could do now, if he was bold or horny enough.
Asagi briefly closed his eyes. No, he was not going to touch Ruiza. Every time he and Ruiza ended up kissing in an elevator, someone walked in on them. They would then break apart and try to pretend that they hadn’t just been making out while the other person did their best to avoid looking at the pair. It was extremely embarrassing.
Ruiza tugging his sleeve caught his attention. Asagi glanced down to see his lover had moved to stand in front of him. “Are you all right? You just… completely spaced out on me.”
Asagi gave him a gentle smile. “I’m fine.” His hand inched to brush against Ruiza’s thigh. Damn it, he shouldn’t have looked at him. Now he really wanted to kiss the blonde.
“You sure?” Ruiza brushed Asagi’s bangs back. The taller man could feel his self-control crumbling. Resisting him was always difficult, but doing so with a barely dressed Ruiza chest to chest with Asagi was almost impossible.
Somehow, he stopped himself from touching those perfect thighs.
“I’m fine, really.” Asagi glanced at the elevator door then smiled sheepishly at Ruiza. “I was thinking about how much I want to touch you. But I do not want a repeat of the last elevator incident.”
Ruiza wrinkled his nose. “I don’t either. Still, I doubt anything could be worse than that.”
The incident had happened two weeks ago. They’d been leaving work when Asagi couldn’t resist his lover any longer. He pulled Ruiza into a passionate kiss as soon as the elevator doors closed behind them. Hands running over each other’s bodies, Asagi’s shirt unbuttoned to his stomach, kissing Ruiza’s neck while trying to breathe at the same time. Then, to their eternal horror, their perverted boss had walked in on them. He’d proceeded to smirk and make suggestive comments throughout the elevator ride.
“I have lube in my briefcase. Do you want some?”
“There’s a love hotel down the street if you can’t wait to fuck each other. And a sex shop next to it. You two could buy some toys first.”
Asagi would have given anything to disappear. “I don’t think so either.” He shuddered at the mortifying memories then made the mistake of looking at Ruiza again. He was twirling a lock of blonde hair around his finger and seemed to be lost in thought. Probably recalling the scarring incident with their boss. Asagi knew he should look away. Still, he couldn’t help but watch Ruiza adjust his shorts again, tongue flicking out to wet his chapped lips. Seeing that made Asagi’s brain threaten to short circuit.
Don’t kiss him. Be in control.
The voice of reason was soon drowned out by the voice of desire.
Kiss him. You know you want to.
The voice of reason had no chance.
Ruiza gasped when Asagi pushed him up against the wall. “Hey, we’re in the elevator,” he protested. “We really sh-mmf.” He was silenced as the taller man kissed him. Ruiza’s hands flew to Asagi’s chest as if to push him away. But he didn’t. Instead, he pulled Asagi closer then buried his fingers in long hair. It seemed that neither of them could control themselves anymore. Since Ruiza wasn’t protesting, Asagi kissed him again. He playfully bit the blonde’s lower lip as he dropped his hands to his exposed thighs. Slowly he stroked them, dragging his fingers up and down the soft skin to make Ruiza shiver. “Mm…” the blonde parted his lips. Asagi took the invitation and deepened the kiss, tongue brushing against Ruiza’s and making both of them groan. As he kissed him he moved his hands to his lover’s shirt, popping out three of the little black buttons so he’d have more skin to touch. Panting, Ruiza broke the kiss then brought Asagi even closer so that the blonde’s smaller body was firmly sandwiched between Asagi and the wall. The knowledge that they could be interrupted at any moment was there, but Asagi was too caught up in his lover to give a damn. Every kiss, the feeling of Ruiza’s nails dragging over his scalp, the muffled moan as Asagi spread the blonde’s thighs with his knee and started to rub his knee against his crotch… They were so caught up in each other that nothing existed but them.
Ruiza was the first to break the kiss again. He panted as he looked up at Asagi, face flushed with need. “Ah… we…”
“Shh.” Asagi cupped his face and kissed him again. He slid his fingers through Ruiza’s hair then dropped his free hand back to his chest. He did take his knee out from between the blonde’s legs though; he didn’t want Ruiza to get hard in the elevator in case someone did interrupt them. Asagi’s hands promptly went back to Ruiza’s thighs. He could never resist his legs for long.
Ruiza drew back, smiling. “Still love my thighs?”
“I never stopped.”
The blonde pulled Asagi’s head down to whisper seductively in his ear. “Then get me into my apartment so I can wrap my legs around you.”
Asagi was definitely looking forward to that. He pulled Ruiza into another kiss then jumped as the doors open. He drew back from Ruiza’s lips, blushing furiously as he saw two men standing outside. One had auburn hair and tattoos covering his arms, hand in hand with another man with pink hair. The redhead smirked as he pulled his-presumably-lover up against his side.
“Having fun?”
To Asagi’s eternal horror, the redhead pulled his lover into the elevator. Usually people didn’t want to be anywhere near him and Ruiza after catching them kissing in the elevator.
Asagi quickly stepped away from his lover. “Sorry,” he said, bowing his head in apology. “We… um… got impatient.”
“Don’t be sorry. That was hot.”
“Tsuzuku!” His lover glared and hit his chest. “You’re terrible.”
Tsuzuku pouted as he rubbed his chest. “What? It was! Come on, Koichi.” He pressed Koichi closer. “I know how much you love when I kiss you like that.” Tsuzuku ran his hand down to Koichi’s ass, looking disgruntled when his lover slapped his hand away.
Blushing, Asagi looked at Ruiza. The blonde’s face was crimson as he fumbled to button his shirt up to his neck. Once the buttons were in place, he shifted awkwardly in an attempt to cover his mostly exposed legs. Despite having his arm around Koichi’s waist, Tsuzuku was clearly eyeing them. Asagi wished he’d worn more clothing. His tank top, sleeveless black jacket that fell to his knees, little black shorts, and boots with black laces that crisscrossed up his thighs didn’t offer nearly as much cover as he needed. The couple really needed to carry extra clothes for the nights they did undercover investigations. Then, every pervert with a pulse wouldn’t be able to ogle them.
“You can kiss him again,” Tsuzuku suggested. “I can tell you want to.”
"Tsuzuku," Koichi hissed.
Ruiza quickly pushed the button for the next floor. “We were… um… just leaving actually. We have some business to do.”
Tsuzuku ignored his irritated lover. “Business,” he looked amused as he repeated the word. “I’m sure you two have lots to do.” He glanced at Asagi then Ruiza, making it clear that the blonde was top on Asagi’s list of things to do.
“Excuse my lover,” Koichi said flatly. “He’s clearly forgotten how to behave in public.” He gave Tsuzuku a dirty look then stepped away, crossing his arms over his chest. “What is wrong with you? Are you really so sex-crazed you can’t even speak normally to someone you’ve only just met?”
Just as Tsuzuku was starting to respond, the doors opened. Eager to escape, Ruiza bolted into the hallway. Asagi followed then glanced back over his shoulder. He frowned as he saw that Tsuzuku’s eyes were lower than they should be. Checking out Ruiza’s ass? Well, he had a great ass so he couldn’t blame Tsuzuku for looking. But Ruiza was Asagi’s lover. He hated when other men stared at him.
“Tsuzuku!” Koichi grabbed the front of his lover’s shirt and turned him to face him. “I know you’re staring at their asses. Even though I’m right next to you.” He was clearly pissed off. Tsuzuku was definitely in huge trouble.
“Let’s leave them alone,” Ruiza whispered, taking Asagi’s hand and pulling him down the hallway.
Asagi took a deep breath in relief when the doors closed. He wrapped his arms around Ruiza, holding him close. “Let’s make a deal. We bring extra clothes and we never make out in an elevator again.”
Ruiza laughed weakly. “Deal.” He took Asagi’s hand then pulled him towards the stairs. “Let’s take the stairs for a couple floors so they won’t be in the elevator still. Then,” he glanced back at Asagi, “we can continue our business.”
Asagi grinned. “Looking forward to it.”
And being alone with Ruiza. With the door securely locked so no one could disturb them.Notes
1) "Caught Again" is the last part I have of this particular fic series. It's actually a prequel to another fic but the pairing is different then. I didn't have much of the Asagi x Ruiza storyline done.
2) My Tsuzuku muse is... a horrible pervert so he seemed like a good character to introduce. Koichi is not pleased with him.