Cherries. Chap 6. Ruki/Uruha
Title : Cherries
Chap : 6/15
Pairing : Ruki/Uruha
Rating : PG/15 for this one
Warning : swearing, sexual imagery, the usual but no smut *gomen*
Genre : romance, fluff, tiny angst
Disclaimer : I don’t own them, it’s all just fantasy *sulks*
Summary : Uruha thinks he’s straight but after having some disturbing thoughts about his band mate he’s no longer sure
Ruki linked his arm through Uruha’s and they continued through the park. Uruha felt light-headed and astounded at what had just happened between them. The lust and the desperate physical need the vocalist had engendered in him still lingered somewhat, making his senses seem especially sharp, noting the brilliance of the colours, the smell of the damp ground mixed with his own musky, sex-tainted sweat, the sounds of the night all around him, both animal and human-made. He felt Ruki’s arm on his own like a brand, his skin prickling beneath his jacket sleeve. Ruki’s cologne was still in his nostrils and his ears echoed with the sound of their shared moans.
His body was alive and its reactions replayed in his mind again and again. This was like nothing he had ever experienced before and while it was wonderful, amazing, it was also alien, unbelievable and deeply confusing.
Uruha couldn’t think straight. He wanted Ruki. He wanted to feel the physical sensations his vocalist had shown to him again, but he was afraid. Did this mean he was gay? He’d never thought of another man as being sexually attractive, not once, never even considered the possibility of sleeping with another man, or what it would be like, how it would feel. And there was another reason he was afraid.
He was starting to feel a little bit guilty that Ruki had pleasured him so skilfully, but he hadn’t done anything for the vocalist. And he wanted to, he wanted to give Ruki these same feelings of desire and completeness that he was now experiencing. He wanted to make Ruki moan and call out his name as he had done. Just the thought of causing such a reaction in the smaller man, such a display of wanton abandonment, made Uruha’s stomach tighten with lust, his cock twitching and growing harder once more. Yet he wasn’t sure how to go about doing these things for the vocalist. He’d never been with a man before; he wasn’t sure what it was he should do. Should he treat Ruki as he did his female lovers, touching and caressing him in the same way he did them? Up to a point that would probably work but then there was a whole other aspect to consider. He wasn’t at all sure he could do for Ruki what Ruki had done for him. This worried Uruha, who had always prided himself on his sensitivity and selflessness as a lover. This sense of squeamishness and insecurity would surely affect his performance and he didn’t want to disappoint Ruki.
A part of his mind marvelled that he could be having these feelings of performance anxiety, doubt and fear, while at the same time his body was still reeling with desire, his cock still twitching with want, his skin still hyper-sensitive to the vocalist’s touch.
They had reached the far side of the park and Ruki raised a hand, hailing them a cab which he then guided the guitarist into, giving the address of Uruha’s apartment complex as their destination.
‘Are we going back to mine then?’ Uruha asked stupidly, trying to pull himself out of his daze.
‘You are.’ Ruki chuckled, patting the guitarist’s knee.
‘What? I thought…’ Uruha was confused, when Ruki had said it was time to go home he had assumed they were going to continue their sensual exploration in privacy and comfort. Judging from Ruki’s words and his expression of unconcealed amusement, this was not what the vocalist had in mind.
‘Don’t you want to … I mean, aren’t we going to …’
‘All in good time, Uru-chan.’ Ruki smiled, the sweetness of the gesture seemed at odds with the laughter in his voice and the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. ‘We don’t need to rush into anything.’
‘I guess.’ Despite the obvious sense behind Ruki’s statement Uruha was disappointed and couldn’t hide it. He dropped his gaze to his knees, his shoulders slumping forward in an absolute picture of dejection.
‘Uruha, look at me,’ Ruki gently stroked the guitarist’s cheek and forced him to meet his eyes, two fingers firmly under his chin raising his head. ‘I like you too much to push you into anything you’re unsure of.’
‘I’m not unsure, Ruki. I want this, I do!’ Uruha was surprised to hear the certainty in his own voice. He did want this, or at least he wanted Ruki, which was the same thing, wasn’t it?
‘You’re not ready, Uru-chan.’ Ruki stated plainly, his voice calm and gentle, his eyes serious and steady, fixed on Uruha’s own without any trace of his usual sarcasm or humour.
They pulled up outside Uruha’s apartment building and Uruha moved to get out of the car. He was stunned by Ruki’s statement that he wasn’t ready for what he was only just realising he wanted desperately. His evening had gone from despair to euphoria to a deep sense of disappointment. He felt drained of emotion.
Ruki caught hold of his arm and leant over to place a gentle kiss on the guitarist’s cheek.
‘I had a great time tonight, Uru-chan, thank you.’ His smile was so pure and sincere, Uruha felt his heart lift. ‘Stop worrying, I’m not going to let you slip away from me now that I know you really do like me. I just want to take it slowly, OK?’
‘OK, Ruki-kun.’ he returned the vocalist’s smile and reached over to hug the younger man. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’
‘Mata ashita, Uru-chan.’
Uruha watched the taxi disappear before heading into his building. He had a smile on his face again. He had a plan. Ruki thought he wasn’t ready, maybe even that he wasn’t serious. Well, he was going to show his beautiful, little vocalist just how serious he truly was. He was going to use all his charm, all his well-honed wiles to show him. He was going to seduce Ruki.
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The next morning saw Uruha up bright and early. He’d hugged himself to sleep visualising the steps of his plan to romance the vocalist. Step one would be put into action that afternoon at rehearsal, which meant, this morning, he had to go shopping.
He’d known Ruki for years, he knew what he liked, knew exactly the sort of thing that would appeal to the vocalist. Giving him a gift would show the vocalist just how much Uruha thought of him, would prove his seriousness in pursuing this relationship. He strode out of his apartment with a spring in his step, smiling from ear to ear, humming to himself and feeling immensely happy with the world around him.
Rehearsal was going very well again. Uruha was no longer flustered every time he caught Ruki’s eye, returning the vocalist’s smiles with a confident grin, playing his guitar with flair, twirling round and stomping his feet, shaking his hips and tossing his hair, giving it his all as if he was already on stage. The rest of the band caught his good mood and enthusiasm and the small room resounded with tight, controlled melodies, perfect syncopation and wall-to-wall grins.
Kai was thrilled with the way things were going, the tightness of the band, the ease with which they flowed together in their new songs: it went a long way to lifting the burden of fraught preparation for the tour he’d been feeling for the past few weeks. He announced a break with praises for his band mates’ hard work and they began drifting out of the room, all with huge, satisfied smiles on their faces.
This was his moment.
Uruha caught Ruki’s hand as the vocalist was about to exit the rehearsal room.
‘Come up to the roof with me, Ruki-kun.’ He gave the vocalist his most open and disarming smile, noting with pleasure how the vocalist’s pupils dilated in response, ‘I have something for you.’
Ruki simply nodded, momentarily stunned by the guitarist’s assault, and allowed himself to be led along the corridor and up the stairs.
The end of the summer could still be felt in the gentle sunshine and light breeze as they stepped through the door onto the roof of the rehearsal building. Uruha kept hold of Ruki’s hand and pulled him to stand at his favourite vantage point, before turning to regard the vocalist from beneath long lashes, a small smile on his full lips and a light blush on his cheeks.
It was a look calculated to give him an innocent, slightly shy appearance. He’d practised it in the mirror for years, used it in photo shoots often, and just as often deliberately used it to get his way with young women who were proving resistant to his more overt ploys.
Ruki knew the look, he’d seen it many times before, he’d even seen it being used on reticent lovers, but he’d never had it focused solely on him before and he was almost shocked to realise how it was affecting him. His heart was racing, his breath was becoming laboured, and he felt a matching blush creep across his cheeks. Uruha looked so appealing, so beautiful and sweet. Even though he knew it was a manufactured look, and part of his brain was wondering what the guitarist was playing at, Ruki found himself falling for it, reaching up to touch the guitarist’s cheek. Uruha tilted his head, leaning into the touch, his eyelids fluttering at the gentle sensation of Ruki’s fingertips against his skin. His hands snaked round the vocalist’s waist, drawing the smaller body against him. His lips finding the other’s in a tender kiss, the two men sighing into each other.
Pulling apart, Ruki smiled up at the guitarist.
‘So, Uru-chan,' his voice husky and breathless, ‘If that’s what you had to give me, it was very nice.’
‘No,’ Uruha laughed, ‘I have something special for you, Ru-kun.’ With that he pulled a small package from his jacket pocket and presented it to the vocalist with a flourish and a small bow. Ruki’s mouth fell open in surprise as he tentatively reached to take the gift.
It was a box about 20cm by 5cm long and 5cm deep, wrapped in a satin ribbon and bow. He weighed the box in his hands, looking at the smiling guitarist in open shock and surprise.
‘Open it, Ru-kun.’
Shaking fingers ripped the paper and prised open the box to reveal a black leather glasses case, a gold-embossed D&G the only decoration. Breathless Ruki opened the case and removed a pair of gold-rimmed sunglasses.
‘Oh, Uru-chan!’ he gasped, ‘They’re wonderful!’
‘Try them on.’ Uruha’s voice was low, a hint of amusement in his tone.
His fingers trembling slightly Ruki put the sunglasses on and looked up at the guitarist. Uruha tilted his head from side to side, squinting at the vocalist, lips pursed, assessing the vision before him with such a serious air that Ruki laughed out loud and playfully punched his arm.
‘You look great, Ruki-kun,’ Uruha grinned, ‘But you always do.’ he continued, his voice deepening with undisguised desire. Ruki blushed, mentally smacking himself for the reaction but unable to deny that the guitarist’s assault was working.
He was flattered by his band mate’s consideration and very impressed with the gift. Though it was no secret he loved sunglasses and bought them like other people bought candy, these particular ones were special, not just because of their designer status, not because they were absolutely gorgeous and he knew he’d wear them often, but because his friend had taken the time and care to select them for him.
‘Thank you, Uru-chan.’ He took the glasses off and studied them, twirling them in his fingers. ‘I love them.’
‘I knew you would.’ Uruha’s arms found their way around the vocalist once more, his lips brushing lightly against the shorter man’s brow. ‘They really suit you. I hoped they would.’
With rehearsal over the band all parted to go their separate ways. Uruha had grabbed Ruki in a quick embrace before leaving, throwing a casual ‘See you at the gym!’ over his shoulder. As he walked away he knew the vocalist remained, watching him with a confused and curious look on his face.
This, too, was part of his plan. Step two - act nonchalant.
He wanted Ruki to think he was seriously considering all he’d said in the taxi the night before about taking their time. If he acted a little distant, if he could control his reactions to the vocalist and not fall helplessly into those soft, chocolate eyes: it was going to be difficult, a real test of his willpower, but he wanted Ruki to see him differently. He’d spent too much time in the last few days floundering, getting flustered with each look, each touch. Control was the name of the game now. Ruki had it, Uruha had lost it and he was determined to take it back.
He’d seen the effect he had on the vocalist on the roof earlier, though Ruki had done his best to hide it, a much better job than Uruha had ever managed with him. But still, he knew he could make the other man moan, the sound of the vocalist’s gasps and sighs as Uruha had kissed his neck last night still played on the edge of his consciousness. He wanted to turn the tables on Ruki. Uruha wanted the vocalist to want him as much as he desired Ruki himself. If stepping back a little would make Ruki chase him, which he was fairly sure it would, then that was all good. But he wasn’t going to give in so easily, even if he desperately wanted to. What had Ruki said to him yesterday ‘When you want something, isn’t it worth so much more if you have to struggle for it?’ He’d have Ruki begging.
Control and willpower, he thought as he made his way home, I can do this!
A/N: Uruha's got a plan! (laughs evilly)
Sorry for the lack of smex people - I know some of you were hoping for a continuation of the last chap - but I am trying to take this at a realistic pace - and it has only been a couple of days in story time!
Chap 5
Chap 7
Chap : 6/15
Pairing : Ruki/Uruha
Rating : PG/15 for this one
Warning : swearing, sexual imagery, the usual but no smut *gomen*
Genre : romance, fluff, tiny angst
Disclaimer : I don’t own them, it’s all just fantasy *sulks*
Summary : Uruha thinks he’s straight but after having some disturbing thoughts about his band mate he’s no longer sure
Ruki linked his arm through Uruha’s and they continued through the park. Uruha felt light-headed and astounded at what had just happened between them. The lust and the desperate physical need the vocalist had engendered in him still lingered somewhat, making his senses seem especially sharp, noting the brilliance of the colours, the smell of the damp ground mixed with his own musky, sex-tainted sweat, the sounds of the night all around him, both animal and human-made. He felt Ruki’s arm on his own like a brand, his skin prickling beneath his jacket sleeve. Ruki’s cologne was still in his nostrils and his ears echoed with the sound of their shared moans.
His body was alive and its reactions replayed in his mind again and again. This was like nothing he had ever experienced before and while it was wonderful, amazing, it was also alien, unbelievable and deeply confusing.
Uruha couldn’t think straight. He wanted Ruki. He wanted to feel the physical sensations his vocalist had shown to him again, but he was afraid. Did this mean he was gay? He’d never thought of another man as being sexually attractive, not once, never even considered the possibility of sleeping with another man, or what it would be like, how it would feel. And there was another reason he was afraid.
He was starting to feel a little bit guilty that Ruki had pleasured him so skilfully, but he hadn’t done anything for the vocalist. And he wanted to, he wanted to give Ruki these same feelings of desire and completeness that he was now experiencing. He wanted to make Ruki moan and call out his name as he had done. Just the thought of causing such a reaction in the smaller man, such a display of wanton abandonment, made Uruha’s stomach tighten with lust, his cock twitching and growing harder once more. Yet he wasn’t sure how to go about doing these things for the vocalist. He’d never been with a man before; he wasn’t sure what it was he should do. Should he treat Ruki as he did his female lovers, touching and caressing him in the same way he did them? Up to a point that would probably work but then there was a whole other aspect to consider. He wasn’t at all sure he could do for Ruki what Ruki had done for him. This worried Uruha, who had always prided himself on his sensitivity and selflessness as a lover. This sense of squeamishness and insecurity would surely affect his performance and he didn’t want to disappoint Ruki.
A part of his mind marvelled that he could be having these feelings of performance anxiety, doubt and fear, while at the same time his body was still reeling with desire, his cock still twitching with want, his skin still hyper-sensitive to the vocalist’s touch.
They had reached the far side of the park and Ruki raised a hand, hailing them a cab which he then guided the guitarist into, giving the address of Uruha’s apartment complex as their destination.
‘Are we going back to mine then?’ Uruha asked stupidly, trying to pull himself out of his daze.
‘You are.’ Ruki chuckled, patting the guitarist’s knee.
‘What? I thought…’ Uruha was confused, when Ruki had said it was time to go home he had assumed they were going to continue their sensual exploration in privacy and comfort. Judging from Ruki’s words and his expression of unconcealed amusement, this was not what the vocalist had in mind.
‘Don’t you want to … I mean, aren’t we going to …’
‘All in good time, Uru-chan.’ Ruki smiled, the sweetness of the gesture seemed at odds with the laughter in his voice and the mischievous twinkle in his eyes. ‘We don’t need to rush into anything.’
‘I guess.’ Despite the obvious sense behind Ruki’s statement Uruha was disappointed and couldn’t hide it. He dropped his gaze to his knees, his shoulders slumping forward in an absolute picture of dejection.
‘Uruha, look at me,’ Ruki gently stroked the guitarist’s cheek and forced him to meet his eyes, two fingers firmly under his chin raising his head. ‘I like you too much to push you into anything you’re unsure of.’
‘I’m not unsure, Ruki. I want this, I do!’ Uruha was surprised to hear the certainty in his own voice. He did want this, or at least he wanted Ruki, which was the same thing, wasn’t it?
‘You’re not ready, Uru-chan.’ Ruki stated plainly, his voice calm and gentle, his eyes serious and steady, fixed on Uruha’s own without any trace of his usual sarcasm or humour.
They pulled up outside Uruha’s apartment building and Uruha moved to get out of the car. He was stunned by Ruki’s statement that he wasn’t ready for what he was only just realising he wanted desperately. His evening had gone from despair to euphoria to a deep sense of disappointment. He felt drained of emotion.
Ruki caught hold of his arm and leant over to place a gentle kiss on the guitarist’s cheek.
‘I had a great time tonight, Uru-chan, thank you.’ His smile was so pure and sincere, Uruha felt his heart lift. ‘Stop worrying, I’m not going to let you slip away from me now that I know you really do like me. I just want to take it slowly, OK?’
‘OK, Ruki-kun.’ he returned the vocalist’s smile and reached over to hug the younger man. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow.’
‘Mata ashita, Uru-chan.’
Uruha watched the taxi disappear before heading into his building. He had a smile on his face again. He had a plan. Ruki thought he wasn’t ready, maybe even that he wasn’t serious. Well, he was going to show his beautiful, little vocalist just how serious he truly was. He was going to use all his charm, all his well-honed wiles to show him. He was going to seduce Ruki.
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The next morning saw Uruha up bright and early. He’d hugged himself to sleep visualising the steps of his plan to romance the vocalist. Step one would be put into action that afternoon at rehearsal, which meant, this morning, he had to go shopping.
He’d known Ruki for years, he knew what he liked, knew exactly the sort of thing that would appeal to the vocalist. Giving him a gift would show the vocalist just how much Uruha thought of him, would prove his seriousness in pursuing this relationship. He strode out of his apartment with a spring in his step, smiling from ear to ear, humming to himself and feeling immensely happy with the world around him.
Rehearsal was going very well again. Uruha was no longer flustered every time he caught Ruki’s eye, returning the vocalist’s smiles with a confident grin, playing his guitar with flair, twirling round and stomping his feet, shaking his hips and tossing his hair, giving it his all as if he was already on stage. The rest of the band caught his good mood and enthusiasm and the small room resounded with tight, controlled melodies, perfect syncopation and wall-to-wall grins.
Kai was thrilled with the way things were going, the tightness of the band, the ease with which they flowed together in their new songs: it went a long way to lifting the burden of fraught preparation for the tour he’d been feeling for the past few weeks. He announced a break with praises for his band mates’ hard work and they began drifting out of the room, all with huge, satisfied smiles on their faces.
This was his moment.
Uruha caught Ruki’s hand as the vocalist was about to exit the rehearsal room.
‘Come up to the roof with me, Ruki-kun.’ He gave the vocalist his most open and disarming smile, noting with pleasure how the vocalist’s pupils dilated in response, ‘I have something for you.’
Ruki simply nodded, momentarily stunned by the guitarist’s assault, and allowed himself to be led along the corridor and up the stairs.
The end of the summer could still be felt in the gentle sunshine and light breeze as they stepped through the door onto the roof of the rehearsal building. Uruha kept hold of Ruki’s hand and pulled him to stand at his favourite vantage point, before turning to regard the vocalist from beneath long lashes, a small smile on his full lips and a light blush on his cheeks.
It was a look calculated to give him an innocent, slightly shy appearance. He’d practised it in the mirror for years, used it in photo shoots often, and just as often deliberately used it to get his way with young women who were proving resistant to his more overt ploys.
Ruki knew the look, he’d seen it many times before, he’d even seen it being used on reticent lovers, but he’d never had it focused solely on him before and he was almost shocked to realise how it was affecting him. His heart was racing, his breath was becoming laboured, and he felt a matching blush creep across his cheeks. Uruha looked so appealing, so beautiful and sweet. Even though he knew it was a manufactured look, and part of his brain was wondering what the guitarist was playing at, Ruki found himself falling for it, reaching up to touch the guitarist’s cheek. Uruha tilted his head, leaning into the touch, his eyelids fluttering at the gentle sensation of Ruki’s fingertips against his skin. His hands snaked round the vocalist’s waist, drawing the smaller body against him. His lips finding the other’s in a tender kiss, the two men sighing into each other.
Pulling apart, Ruki smiled up at the guitarist.
‘So, Uru-chan,' his voice husky and breathless, ‘If that’s what you had to give me, it was very nice.’
‘No,’ Uruha laughed, ‘I have something special for you, Ru-kun.’ With that he pulled a small package from his jacket pocket and presented it to the vocalist with a flourish and a small bow. Ruki’s mouth fell open in surprise as he tentatively reached to take the gift.
It was a box about 20cm by 5cm long and 5cm deep, wrapped in a satin ribbon and bow. He weighed the box in his hands, looking at the smiling guitarist in open shock and surprise.
‘Open it, Ru-kun.’
Shaking fingers ripped the paper and prised open the box to reveal a black leather glasses case, a gold-embossed D&G the only decoration. Breathless Ruki opened the case and removed a pair of gold-rimmed sunglasses.
‘Oh, Uru-chan!’ he gasped, ‘They’re wonderful!’
‘Try them on.’ Uruha’s voice was low, a hint of amusement in his tone.
His fingers trembling slightly Ruki put the sunglasses on and looked up at the guitarist. Uruha tilted his head from side to side, squinting at the vocalist, lips pursed, assessing the vision before him with such a serious air that Ruki laughed out loud and playfully punched his arm.
‘You look great, Ruki-kun,’ Uruha grinned, ‘But you always do.’ he continued, his voice deepening with undisguised desire. Ruki blushed, mentally smacking himself for the reaction but unable to deny that the guitarist’s assault was working.
He was flattered by his band mate’s consideration and very impressed with the gift. Though it was no secret he loved sunglasses and bought them like other people bought candy, these particular ones were special, not just because of their designer status, not because they were absolutely gorgeous and he knew he’d wear them often, but because his friend had taken the time and care to select them for him.
‘Thank you, Uru-chan.’ He took the glasses off and studied them, twirling them in his fingers. ‘I love them.’
‘I knew you would.’ Uruha’s arms found their way around the vocalist once more, his lips brushing lightly against the shorter man’s brow. ‘They really suit you. I hoped they would.’
With rehearsal over the band all parted to go their separate ways. Uruha had grabbed Ruki in a quick embrace before leaving, throwing a casual ‘See you at the gym!’ over his shoulder. As he walked away he knew the vocalist remained, watching him with a confused and curious look on his face.
This, too, was part of his plan. Step two - act nonchalant.
He wanted Ruki to think he was seriously considering all he’d said in the taxi the night before about taking their time. If he acted a little distant, if he could control his reactions to the vocalist and not fall helplessly into those soft, chocolate eyes: it was going to be difficult, a real test of his willpower, but he wanted Ruki to see him differently. He’d spent too much time in the last few days floundering, getting flustered with each look, each touch. Control was the name of the game now. Ruki had it, Uruha had lost it and he was determined to take it back.
He’d seen the effect he had on the vocalist on the roof earlier, though Ruki had done his best to hide it, a much better job than Uruha had ever managed with him. But still, he knew he could make the other man moan, the sound of the vocalist’s gasps and sighs as Uruha had kissed his neck last night still played on the edge of his consciousness. He wanted to turn the tables on Ruki. Uruha wanted the vocalist to want him as much as he desired Ruki himself. If stepping back a little would make Ruki chase him, which he was fairly sure it would, then that was all good. But he wasn’t going to give in so easily, even if he desperately wanted to. What had Ruki said to him yesterday ‘When you want something, isn’t it worth so much more if you have to struggle for it?’ He’d have Ruki begging.
Control and willpower, he thought as he made his way home, I can do this!
A/N: Uruha's got a plan! (laughs evilly)
Sorry for the lack of smex people - I know some of you were hoping for a continuation of the last chap - but I am trying to take this at a realistic pace - and it has only been a couple of days in story time!
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