Cherries. Chap 4
Title : Cherries
Chap: 4/15
Pairing : Ruki/Uruha
Genre : romance, fluff, angst, comedy, drama, there will be smut/smex later
Rating : 15? For now
Warning : swearing, some sexual imagery, more Uru-torture
Disclaimer : I don’t own them and I’m sulking about it! They’re in my attic tied up for my own personal amusement - damn, no they’re not!
Summary : Uruha thinks he’s straight but he’s starting to have some very disturbing thoughts about his band mate - or maybe they aren’t that disturbing after all…
Note : we left poor Uruha in a bit of an awkward position last time and I’m not quite ready to let him off Ruki’s hook just yet!
It had taken Uruha some minutes to regain his composure enough to trust in his legs to stand and then climb out of the hot tub; to grab his towel and pull it loosely around his waist, hiding his still throbbing erection; to begin to walk the short distance to the changing room, though at that moment it felt like miles.
All this time he hadn’t made a sound, not a word had passed his lips. He’d kept his back firmly towards his vocalist, he simply couldn’t bring himself to look at him.
And yet he knew, as he walked away, that Ruki sat there watching him, his head tilted to one side and a half-smile on his lips.
They were still silent in the car on the way to the rehearsal studio.
Uruha had been thankful for the peace and space the vocalist had given him at first. Ruki had waited a few minutes before following Uruha to the changing room, by which time the guitarist was firmly locked in a shower cubicle submitting his aching body to the coldest shower he could handle. When he heard another shower being turned on he quickly dried and dressed, exiting the changing room before Ruki had even finished washing.
He’d smoked a calming cigarette outside and, thankfully, the car had arrived at the exact same moment that Ruki had come sauntering out of the gym’s main doors.
Yet here they were, almost ten minutes later, stuck in painfully slow traffic, and still not a word had been said.
Uruha was beginning to feel awkward. He glanced sideways at Ruki who was gazing out of the window at the passing scene with that damned half-smile still on his lips.
Cursing under his breath Uruha turned back to glare out his own window, well aware that the vocalist’s smile had just doubled in size.
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At the rehearsal studio it didn’t get much better. Ruki was still blithely ignoring him. He watched the vocalist happily chatting to his other band mates, full of smiles and giggles, not sparing him even a single glance while his stomach churned and roiled in doubt and confusion. He was so busy watching him he fumbled his strap and almost dropped his precious guitar.
Aoi seemed in a dark mood as well, messing up an easy melody and cursing under his breath. Reita fared little better and yelped in pain when one of his bass strings snapped, flying up and hitting him on the arm causing a nasty looking red welt.
Kai, as usual, was flustered with the preparation work for the tour. He took his role as leader very seriously and the others were proud of him for doing so, despite the occasional teasing. Today, however, was not a day for teasing and, after the fourth time they’d failed to do one of their new songs, he threw his drumsticks down in frustration and called a break.
Uruha was pleased to escape and raced up the stairs to the roof of the building. It was one of his favourite places. There was a great view of Tokyo, far enough from the noise and the fumes of the traffic to feel peaceful yet not so high that he felt unsafe. He pulled a cigarette from his packet and lit it, exhaling that first plume of smoke with relish.
‘Kai says I have to give up’
Uruha jumped, he’d thought himself alone. Ruki smiled and blew out some smoke, sending it chasing after Uruha’s.
‘Or at least cut down, hehe.’
The vocalist leaned on the parapet and gazed out at the city in silence, his back to the guitarist.
‘What am I going to do with you, Uru-chan?’ he sighed after a moment, grinding his cigarette out and flicking the butt into the air.
‘Ruki-kun, I …’
‘Don’t talk, Uruha, just listen.’ He turned slightly and looked up at the guitarist. His eyes were serious but that smile still played around his lips.
‘I like you, Uru-chan, but I guess you’ve worked that one out now.’ Head to one side, the deep gaze raking over Uruha’s face took his breath away.
Ruki liked him?
‘I think you like me too.’ The vocalist continued, smiling shyly. He giggled and looked away briefly.
Was that a faint blush on Ruki’s cheeks, Uruha wondered. His heart was beating so loudly in his ears, was he even hearing the vocalist correctly?
Those deep brown eyes were locked on his again, pulling him in, drowning his senses.
‘But you think you’re straight, ne.’ Ruki pushed himself up from the parapet and faced Uruha directly.
‘I am… I…’ Ruki was moving towards him, closing the gap between their bodies.
‘Uh-huh, we’ll see.’ he whispered, one hand on Uruha’s waist, pulling their bodies together, the other reaching up to stroke the guitarist’s face. Fingertips brushing lightly across his cheekbone, along his jaw line, tracing the outline of his lips. He could feel the vocalist’s breath on his face, see those plump lips raised towards his own.
Ruki’s hand moved through Uruha’s hair, he felt a gentle pressure on the back of his head. Ruki was pulling him down to kiss him. Groaning Uruha closed the gap himself, pressing his lips against Ruki’s, those soft lips he’d wanted so badly parting now, the tongue flicking out to lick against Uruha’s.
The sensation was almost too much. His hands had moved of their own volition round Ruki’s back, holding him tight against him.
He could feel the heat building in both of them, threatening to engulf and overwhelm them both until they broke apart. Bodies still held against each other, foreheads pressed together moist with sudden sweat, breathless gasps mingling in the air.
They both pulled back and laughed when they saw the other’s grin. Uruha knew he was beaming like an idiot, he felt light-headed and euphoric. Ruki’s eyes were alive with light as he gazed up at him.
‘I knew you liked me.’ he said, a somewhat smug expression briefly claiming his features.
‘I do like you, Ru-kun. I didn’t realise til recently.’ Uruha pulled the shorter man towards him and kissed his forehead. ‘But I didn’t know what I was feeling. Or why. I still don’t really.’
Uruha felt Ruki sigh against his chest.
‘I know,’ he answered quietly before looking up at the guitarist again. ‘And that’s ok. It’s enough right now to know that you like me and I like you.’
He smiled again and Uruha couldn’t resist placing a quick gentle kiss on his lips.
‘Come on. Before Kai-kun has a fit.’
The break had done them all good and the rest of the rehearsal went much more smoothly, the band members playing off each other superbly, the energy flowing easily among the five so that by the end they all felt naturally high and fired up for the tour.
‘How did it go at the gym this morning?’ Reita asked Ruki with a grin as they packed their gear away.
‘It was, erm, interesting,’ the vocalist giggled and Uruha felt his face burning, busying himself with his cables which suddenly seemed very complicated.
‘You actually made it! I’m impressed, Ruki-kun.’ Reita playfully slapped Ruki on the back with an exaggerated manly swagger.
‘Fuck off, Mr Macho!’ the vocalist shot back, grinning maliciously, ‘Or am I not the only one who likes looking at men in shorts?’
Uruha’s breath caught in his throat. What was Ruki saying? He didn’t want the others to know, not yet, not when he had no idea himself what he was doing. Would Ruki really be that indiscreet?
These crushing thoughts passed by in a second and he exhaled in relief when Reita, hearing only the implied insult, retorted.
‘Hey! Just ‘cos I like to take care of myself. At least I’m not puffing and panting round the stage like an old man.’ He ducked just in time to avoid Ruki’s badly aimed punch, the pair of them laughing hard.
‘Uruha-kun, did out little Prima-Donna actually do any exercise or did he just lie around in the hot tub like a bloated housewife?’ This was delivered while Ruki chased him across the room, yelping at the insults.
‘Prima-Donna! Bastard!’
Reita hid behind Kai, pulling the poor drummer in front of him like a shield as Ruki tried, unsuccessfully, to land a hit on the bassist.
‘I am not bloated!’
Aoi was practically doubled up against the wall, his shoulders shaking violently with the laughter he was failing to suppress. He waved his hands apologetically at the drummer, unable to do anything to help him out of his piggy-in-the-middle state in the centre of their friends’ play fight, despite the impassioned pleas sent his way.
It fell to Uruha to intervene, wrapping an arm around Ruki’s shoulders to pull him back from Kai.
‘Fucking housewife!’ Ruki muttered, trying to pout but giving into his grin. ‘Tell them, Uru-chan.’
Ruki gripped Uruha’s forearm, drawing it closer around him, leaning back against the guitarist and glaring at the others above his smile.
Uruha coughed and blushed. What could he say?
‘Eh, well, you were definitely sitting on an exercise bike at one point.’ Laughing Uruha had to move quickly before the vocalist tried to punch him too. The room dissolving into heaving guffaws of laughter.
‘Ruki-kun, maybe you really do need some training, ‘Aoi chuckled, ‘You haven’t landed a single punch’
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Walking out of the rehearsal room a short while later Uruha kept trying to get Ruki on his own. He had something very important he wanted to say to the vocalist and his stomach was churning in nervous anticipation.
Since their kiss on the roof they hadn’t exchanged any private words at all. Uruha had caught the vocalist’s eye once or twice and been rewarded with a quick grin each time that sent his insides reeling and made it difficult to concentrate on playing. Now he desperately wanted to get Ruki’s attention but the vocalist wasn’t making it easy, joking and chatting with Reita as they walked towards the car park.
With a sudden flash of inspiration Uruha pulled his phone out of his pocket and caught up with his two friends.
‘I’m just about to call a taxi,’ he told them, ‘Do you want to share, Ruki-kun?’
‘Sure, Uru-chan, thanks.’
‘I can give you both a lift if you’d prefer?’ Reita offered, indicating his car behind them.
‘Thanks, Rei-kun, but that wouldn’t be fair,’ Uruha quickly turned the bassist down, ‘You live on the opposite side of town from us and the traffic’s really bad at this time of day.’
‘Well, if you’re sure.’ Reita shrugged in a ‘don’t say I didn’t offer’ kind of way, but looked relieved all the same as he said goodbye.
‘Alone at last, eh?’ Ruki smirked at the guitarist. ‘That was very smoothly done, Uru-chan.’
‘What? You knew I wanted to speak with you?’ Uruha was astounded, ‘You could have made it a bit easier for me.’
Ruki laughed and gave Uruha a quick peck on the cheek.
‘That wouldn’t have been any fun! Besides, when you want something isn’t it worth so much more when you have to struggle for it?’ he grinned, canting his head to the side as he looked fondly at the frowning guitarist, before placing his finger on Uruha’s lips. ‘And watching you pout is one of my secret pleasures.’
Uruha found himself unable to hold onto his irritation with the vocalist’s games. Ruki’s finger was still gently stroking his lips, his chocolate gaze locked onto his own lighter amber eyes. The closeness of the vocalist’s body filling his head with candyfloss, clouding his thoughts.
Apparently satisfied with the effect he had on the guitarist, Ruki stepped back. ‘So, what did you want me for?’ he grinned wickedly.
‘Eh? Oh! Erm…’ Uruha shook his head, trying to gather his thoughts. ‘I wanted to ask you, well, if you wanted to… I mean, I was wondering…’
Fuck!
Uruha was blushing furiously; heartily embarrassed by his inability to form a coherent sentence in front of the vocalist, who really wasn’t helping matters by standing there with his arms crossed, his head to one side, one eyebrow raised quizzically and that devil’s smile on his lips.
‘Yes?’
‘Would you like to go out for dinner tonight? With me, I mean?’ finally the words were out of his mouth but he found he was holding his breath waiting for Ruki’s answer.
‘Like a date?’ Ruki asked, his smile growing wider by the second.
‘Eh, yes. I suppose so, er, yes… like a date… if you want to…’
Damn! Why was he so tongue-tied? Why was Ruki making this deliberately difficult for him?
‘I’d love to Uru-chan.’ Uruha exhaled slowly. ‘But I need to go home and shower and change first. And so do you!’ the vocalist sniffed the air theatrically. ‘Call the taxi, Uru-chan. You can pick me up at 8.’
A/N: another longish chapter - hey ho!
the next one is special! *grins*
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Chap: 4/15
Pairing : Ruki/Uruha
Genre : romance, fluff, angst, comedy, drama, there will be smut/smex later
Rating : 15? For now
Warning : swearing, some sexual imagery, more Uru-torture
Disclaimer : I don’t own them and I’m sulking about it! They’re in my attic tied up for my own personal amusement - damn, no they’re not!
Summary : Uruha thinks he’s straight but he’s starting to have some very disturbing thoughts about his band mate - or maybe they aren’t that disturbing after all…
Note : we left poor Uruha in a bit of an awkward position last time and I’m not quite ready to let him off Ruki’s hook just yet!
It had taken Uruha some minutes to regain his composure enough to trust in his legs to stand and then climb out of the hot tub; to grab his towel and pull it loosely around his waist, hiding his still throbbing erection; to begin to walk the short distance to the changing room, though at that moment it felt like miles.
All this time he hadn’t made a sound, not a word had passed his lips. He’d kept his back firmly towards his vocalist, he simply couldn’t bring himself to look at him.
And yet he knew, as he walked away, that Ruki sat there watching him, his head tilted to one side and a half-smile on his lips.
They were still silent in the car on the way to the rehearsal studio.
Uruha had been thankful for the peace and space the vocalist had given him at first. Ruki had waited a few minutes before following Uruha to the changing room, by which time the guitarist was firmly locked in a shower cubicle submitting his aching body to the coldest shower he could handle. When he heard another shower being turned on he quickly dried and dressed, exiting the changing room before Ruki had even finished washing.
He’d smoked a calming cigarette outside and, thankfully, the car had arrived at the exact same moment that Ruki had come sauntering out of the gym’s main doors.
Yet here they were, almost ten minutes later, stuck in painfully slow traffic, and still not a word had been said.
Uruha was beginning to feel awkward. He glanced sideways at Ruki who was gazing out of the window at the passing scene with that damned half-smile still on his lips.
Cursing under his breath Uruha turned back to glare out his own window, well aware that the vocalist’s smile had just doubled in size.
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At the rehearsal studio it didn’t get much better. Ruki was still blithely ignoring him. He watched the vocalist happily chatting to his other band mates, full of smiles and giggles, not sparing him even a single glance while his stomach churned and roiled in doubt and confusion. He was so busy watching him he fumbled his strap and almost dropped his precious guitar.
Aoi seemed in a dark mood as well, messing up an easy melody and cursing under his breath. Reita fared little better and yelped in pain when one of his bass strings snapped, flying up and hitting him on the arm causing a nasty looking red welt.
Kai, as usual, was flustered with the preparation work for the tour. He took his role as leader very seriously and the others were proud of him for doing so, despite the occasional teasing. Today, however, was not a day for teasing and, after the fourth time they’d failed to do one of their new songs, he threw his drumsticks down in frustration and called a break.
Uruha was pleased to escape and raced up the stairs to the roof of the building. It was one of his favourite places. There was a great view of Tokyo, far enough from the noise and the fumes of the traffic to feel peaceful yet not so high that he felt unsafe. He pulled a cigarette from his packet and lit it, exhaling that first plume of smoke with relish.
‘Kai says I have to give up’
Uruha jumped, he’d thought himself alone. Ruki smiled and blew out some smoke, sending it chasing after Uruha’s.
‘Or at least cut down, hehe.’
The vocalist leaned on the parapet and gazed out at the city in silence, his back to the guitarist.
‘What am I going to do with you, Uru-chan?’ he sighed after a moment, grinding his cigarette out and flicking the butt into the air.
‘Ruki-kun, I …’
‘Don’t talk, Uruha, just listen.’ He turned slightly and looked up at the guitarist. His eyes were serious but that smile still played around his lips.
‘I like you, Uru-chan, but I guess you’ve worked that one out now.’ Head to one side, the deep gaze raking over Uruha’s face took his breath away.
Ruki liked him?
‘I think you like me too.’ The vocalist continued, smiling shyly. He giggled and looked away briefly.
Was that a faint blush on Ruki’s cheeks, Uruha wondered. His heart was beating so loudly in his ears, was he even hearing the vocalist correctly?
Those deep brown eyes were locked on his again, pulling him in, drowning his senses.
‘But you think you’re straight, ne.’ Ruki pushed himself up from the parapet and faced Uruha directly.
‘I am… I…’ Ruki was moving towards him, closing the gap between their bodies.
‘Uh-huh, we’ll see.’ he whispered, one hand on Uruha’s waist, pulling their bodies together, the other reaching up to stroke the guitarist’s face. Fingertips brushing lightly across his cheekbone, along his jaw line, tracing the outline of his lips. He could feel the vocalist’s breath on his face, see those plump lips raised towards his own.
Ruki’s hand moved through Uruha’s hair, he felt a gentle pressure on the back of his head. Ruki was pulling him down to kiss him. Groaning Uruha closed the gap himself, pressing his lips against Ruki’s, those soft lips he’d wanted so badly parting now, the tongue flicking out to lick against Uruha’s.
The sensation was almost too much. His hands had moved of their own volition round Ruki’s back, holding him tight against him.
He could feel the heat building in both of them, threatening to engulf and overwhelm them both until they broke apart. Bodies still held against each other, foreheads pressed together moist with sudden sweat, breathless gasps mingling in the air.
They both pulled back and laughed when they saw the other’s grin. Uruha knew he was beaming like an idiot, he felt light-headed and euphoric. Ruki’s eyes were alive with light as he gazed up at him.
‘I knew you liked me.’ he said, a somewhat smug expression briefly claiming his features.
‘I do like you, Ru-kun. I didn’t realise til recently.’ Uruha pulled the shorter man towards him and kissed his forehead. ‘But I didn’t know what I was feeling. Or why. I still don’t really.’
Uruha felt Ruki sigh against his chest.
‘I know,’ he answered quietly before looking up at the guitarist again. ‘And that’s ok. It’s enough right now to know that you like me and I like you.’
He smiled again and Uruha couldn’t resist placing a quick gentle kiss on his lips.
‘Come on. Before Kai-kun has a fit.’
The break had done them all good and the rest of the rehearsal went much more smoothly, the band members playing off each other superbly, the energy flowing easily among the five so that by the end they all felt naturally high and fired up for the tour.
‘How did it go at the gym this morning?’ Reita asked Ruki with a grin as they packed their gear away.
‘It was, erm, interesting,’ the vocalist giggled and Uruha felt his face burning, busying himself with his cables which suddenly seemed very complicated.
‘You actually made it! I’m impressed, Ruki-kun.’ Reita playfully slapped Ruki on the back with an exaggerated manly swagger.
‘Fuck off, Mr Macho!’ the vocalist shot back, grinning maliciously, ‘Or am I not the only one who likes looking at men in shorts?’
Uruha’s breath caught in his throat. What was Ruki saying? He didn’t want the others to know, not yet, not when he had no idea himself what he was doing. Would Ruki really be that indiscreet?
These crushing thoughts passed by in a second and he exhaled in relief when Reita, hearing only the implied insult, retorted.
‘Hey! Just ‘cos I like to take care of myself. At least I’m not puffing and panting round the stage like an old man.’ He ducked just in time to avoid Ruki’s badly aimed punch, the pair of them laughing hard.
‘Uruha-kun, did out little Prima-Donna actually do any exercise or did he just lie around in the hot tub like a bloated housewife?’ This was delivered while Ruki chased him across the room, yelping at the insults.
‘Prima-Donna! Bastard!’
Reita hid behind Kai, pulling the poor drummer in front of him like a shield as Ruki tried, unsuccessfully, to land a hit on the bassist.
‘I am not bloated!’
Aoi was practically doubled up against the wall, his shoulders shaking violently with the laughter he was failing to suppress. He waved his hands apologetically at the drummer, unable to do anything to help him out of his piggy-in-the-middle state in the centre of their friends’ play fight, despite the impassioned pleas sent his way.
It fell to Uruha to intervene, wrapping an arm around Ruki’s shoulders to pull him back from Kai.
‘Fucking housewife!’ Ruki muttered, trying to pout but giving into his grin. ‘Tell them, Uru-chan.’
Ruki gripped Uruha’s forearm, drawing it closer around him, leaning back against the guitarist and glaring at the others above his smile.
Uruha coughed and blushed. What could he say?
‘Eh, well, you were definitely sitting on an exercise bike at one point.’ Laughing Uruha had to move quickly before the vocalist tried to punch him too. The room dissolving into heaving guffaws of laughter.
‘Ruki-kun, maybe you really do need some training, ‘Aoi chuckled, ‘You haven’t landed a single punch’
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Walking out of the rehearsal room a short while later Uruha kept trying to get Ruki on his own. He had something very important he wanted to say to the vocalist and his stomach was churning in nervous anticipation.
Since their kiss on the roof they hadn’t exchanged any private words at all. Uruha had caught the vocalist’s eye once or twice and been rewarded with a quick grin each time that sent his insides reeling and made it difficult to concentrate on playing. Now he desperately wanted to get Ruki’s attention but the vocalist wasn’t making it easy, joking and chatting with Reita as they walked towards the car park.
With a sudden flash of inspiration Uruha pulled his phone out of his pocket and caught up with his two friends.
‘I’m just about to call a taxi,’ he told them, ‘Do you want to share, Ruki-kun?’
‘Sure, Uru-chan, thanks.’
‘I can give you both a lift if you’d prefer?’ Reita offered, indicating his car behind them.
‘Thanks, Rei-kun, but that wouldn’t be fair,’ Uruha quickly turned the bassist down, ‘You live on the opposite side of town from us and the traffic’s really bad at this time of day.’
‘Well, if you’re sure.’ Reita shrugged in a ‘don’t say I didn’t offer’ kind of way, but looked relieved all the same as he said goodbye.
‘Alone at last, eh?’ Ruki smirked at the guitarist. ‘That was very smoothly done, Uru-chan.’
‘What? You knew I wanted to speak with you?’ Uruha was astounded, ‘You could have made it a bit easier for me.’
Ruki laughed and gave Uruha a quick peck on the cheek.
‘That wouldn’t have been any fun! Besides, when you want something isn’t it worth so much more when you have to struggle for it?’ he grinned, canting his head to the side as he looked fondly at the frowning guitarist, before placing his finger on Uruha’s lips. ‘And watching you pout is one of my secret pleasures.’
Uruha found himself unable to hold onto his irritation with the vocalist’s games. Ruki’s finger was still gently stroking his lips, his chocolate gaze locked onto his own lighter amber eyes. The closeness of the vocalist’s body filling his head with candyfloss, clouding his thoughts.
Apparently satisfied with the effect he had on the guitarist, Ruki stepped back. ‘So, what did you want me for?’ he grinned wickedly.
‘Eh? Oh! Erm…’ Uruha shook his head, trying to gather his thoughts. ‘I wanted to ask you, well, if you wanted to… I mean, I was wondering…’
Fuck!
Uruha was blushing furiously; heartily embarrassed by his inability to form a coherent sentence in front of the vocalist, who really wasn’t helping matters by standing there with his arms crossed, his head to one side, one eyebrow raised quizzically and that devil’s smile on his lips.
‘Yes?’
‘Would you like to go out for dinner tonight? With me, I mean?’ finally the words were out of his mouth but he found he was holding his breath waiting for Ruki’s answer.
‘Like a date?’ Ruki asked, his smile growing wider by the second.
‘Eh, yes. I suppose so, er, yes… like a date… if you want to…’
Damn! Why was he so tongue-tied? Why was Ruki making this deliberately difficult for him?
‘I’d love to Uru-chan.’ Uruha exhaled slowly. ‘But I need to go home and shower and change first. And so do you!’ the vocalist sniffed the air theatrically. ‘Call the taxi, Uru-chan. You can pick me up at 8.’
A/N: another longish chapter - hey ho!
the next one is special! *grins*
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