Smoking Game
Title: Smoking Game
Chapter: N/A
Author: YoshiLei
Rating: PG-13
Band(s): Gazette
Pairing(s): Aoi x Ruki
Syn: Drabble
Warning(s): Some swearing, references to male sex.
Disclaimer: Purely a work of fiction.
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The smoke passed through his plush lips, over his tongue, down his throat and into his lungs where he held it, consciously counting the seconds he could hold it within himself, supressed in his chest. He got to almost half a minute before his head began to feel light and a stabbing pain shot up from between his ribs which made him flinch before he let what was left crawl back up his chest and disappear into the cold dark air of the unfamiliar room.
He sat, staring out the window, his back pressed up to the side of the bed against strained sheets, one knee propped up where he let his wrist rest, idly twiddling the remaining cigarette between his ringed fingers. The noises coming from the never ending traffic of the city outside were muffled, strained…
‘’ Ruki ‘’
With half hooded eyes he was still staring out the window, if he had been actually been paying attention to what he was looking at he would have been met with the sight of the unatural yet all the same almost beautiful lights that made the city visable at this sort of time, Ruki had always preferred it to its appearance in the day.
Strong hands ran themselves along the curves of the vocalist’s body, stopping only to press nimble fingers firmly against the soft pale skin of his hips and lift them higher.
The cigarette left unnoticed was now nearly completely burnt out, hanging loosely from between the small blonde’s middle and index finger. He hadn’t shifted since he had removed himself from the stranger’s bed and planted himself down on the floor, only clothed from the waist down, his jeans hung loosely from his hips; his belt lay on the top of the mattress still, where it had been removed hurriedly and uncaringly, much like how the act itself had been performed.
The smaller figure let the lower half of his body be moved how ever the other wished, only caring about burying his heated face into the elder’s neck, desperately trying to make his small cries and whimpers inaudible, despite the shallow groans going on above him.
He felt his features pull together as he cringed and gained an uneasy sensation at the thought of his own sweetly distressed noises. The blonde began to shiver, memories seemed to seep out onto his skin in the form of warm hands travelling up along his back, sweet kisses pressed against his face and neck by lips that weren’t there, and it made his stomach tighten in anticipation for more. His hand suddenly jerked when the memories seemed to spark a particularly painful shock throughout the whole of his body, travelling to his fingertips which grasped at his exposed lower abdomen.
‘’Stop…just stop.’’
He muttered to himself weakly, as if he even had any control over the thoughts that plagued him. His eyes now wondered down to the small pile of ash on the carpet, he just stared at it for a moment, briefly wondering how long he’d been sat there for before deciding he didn’t really care. He brushed the small mound under the bed apologetically, feeling a twinge of guilt about the fact that he didn’t really care about that either. He now stood up, his legs felt numb and still not fully tuned into his surroundings he realised the room really was rather cold and began to gather his things, leaning across the bed, careful not to disturb the girl as he reached for his belt…
‘’Ruki…Ruki, shit you’re so …’’
The younger had his arms wrapped tightly around the dark haired man’s shoulders, hardly able to hear the others sweet nothings being gasped into his ear over his own sharp intakes of breath as the guitarist moved almost frantically inside him.
Walking around the bed he found his shirt and coat…
‘’Ruki, you don’t know how long…ugh! I’ve wanted to do this…to you…’’
He felt his more fragile body being pulled up roughly, closer, he let out a gasp his heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to break his little chest.
Pulling the bedroom door shut softly he made his way to the front door and slipped his shoes on, his lips twitched slightly in amusement at how, even drunk, with no idea where he was or with who, politeness was still so engraved into him that he took his shoes off before coming in for a quick fuck.
‘’Don’t worry …we can act like nothing...ever happened.’’
With that Aoi pulled out, giving a quick kiss to others forehead, unfazed by the confused stricken eyes looking up at him as he instantly got up and began to get dressed.
‘’ You’re a good fuck Ruki, I knew you wouldn’t disappoint.’’
The barely amused smile faded and he took out another cigarette, he held it between his lips to ignite the end, taking in a deep drag as he decided to start up his little chest aching game again and stepped out into the night air, the lights now catching his attention briefly before he continued down the dimly lit street. He felt a little childish, playing smoking games with himself, but he supposed he was childish, after all, children often copy the actions of the ones they love.
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xox