This can't be possible - part. 4
"You can go out now, Gigolo. Romeo has left." Ruki said enough loud to be heard by Reita.
The blonde opened the door, looking at the floor, trying to not kill Ruki for making him do that for nothing. Just for calming himself a little, he banged the door behind him, causing Kai to shudder.
"That door is important here, genius." Ruki said obviously frustrated, frowning but not looking at him.
"That plan was a stupid thing from the very beginning." Reita said, answering the same.
"If you knew, then why the hell did you do that?" Ruki almost yelled. He already knew it, Reita didn't have to remind him every second that it failed. Besides being wrong about something – or someone – was the thing that Ruki hated the most.
Reita remained speechless. It wasn't like he didn't have a reason, or like he didn't know it. It was just that he couldn't say it. And the worst part was that Ruki didn't know it.
"Guys, I think he realized what really happened." Kai said when he finally caught a silence moment.
"What?!" Both Ruki and Reita said, looking shocked to the man that was still standing comfortable on the couch.
"What… what?" Kai asked a little confused. "Wait… you didn't think that I really thought that Uruha was in there." He said looking at Ruki then at Reita and finally at the closed door.
"Does it make us dumb?" Ruki asked looking worried like this was the only thing that mattered.
"It makes you a dumb that you're asking it." Reita said covering his face with his hands, trying to escape from that place.
"Haha.. funny." Ruki said. "So, how did you figure it out?"
"Whoa. Like it would be that hard. Just imagine – Uruha being on top of someone. This is the best joke that I've heard in the last weeks. " Kai laughed softly. "Plus, Reita doesn't seem to be the one at the bottom."
Ruki just stared. Did he express his opinion about Reita's habits in bed?
"It was a good plan, but this was the biggest mistake. It was obvious that it was a lie."
"We didn't lie." Reita said looking in the void.
Uruha had already forgotten about the glass. He had already forgotten about everything around. He had already forgotten about the world. For him, in that moment, everything that was existing was spinning useless around them – and they were the center of the whole universe.
It was a little bit illogical. The brunette just came there and jumped on him, like they knew each other since forever. He should've thought about that – was Aoi that desperate and especially weird to just come and… that's so?
But who was Uruha? Sure, not one of those persons who keep thinking about finding logical explications for what happened. He learned that the most important thing was to live the moment, to gain the opportunity and after the fact to worry. True, it was dangerous sometimes, but Uruha really didn't care about that.
Between the unending kissed that were becoming more passionate, yet rougher, Uruha was grinning in pleasure and satisfaction. And Aoi knew it. He could feel even the smallest movement of the other's body so he felt when Uruha's lips arched in a smile.
"/// It's so easy. Too easy. Like in a movie. I leave, he follows and I fuck him hard as I wished since the first time I saw him.///" Uruha was thinking.
If someone could mislead anyone, then Uruha was that person. Contraries to what he was planning to do, he let Aoi dominate on the way to the bedroom. But Aoi had never been in his apartment before so he had no idea about where the bedroom was. They finally fell on the couch in the livingroom – it seemed that Aoi really planned something too before.
As Uruha remained under the weight of the raven man upon him. And the brunette seemed to enjoy it. A lot.
It didn't last too much until the blonde's hands started to work on the brunette's shirt, removing it skillfully yet in a slow motion just for teasing the other. From time to time, Uruha was moving his left hand on the other's tummy to his chest and finally his fingers were losing themselves in his dark hair, while the other hand was still working at the clothes.
But only when Aoi noticed that he was all naked while the other was still dressed he realized what Uruha was really up to – or, that was what he was thinking.
"/// He wants to be a little bit on top, huh?///"
Aoi shivered when the first moan of that night – the first moan he obtained from Uruha – came out. The brunette raised up, now standing on his knees on the couch, dragging the other in the same position. Not that he really cared, but in that position, it was way easier to undress Uruha. Contrary to the honey blonde, Aoi moved a lot faster.
And that was his chance.
When his clothes weren't an obstacle anymore, Uruha just pushed on Aoi;s chest with his fingertips, making him fall on his back. He then leaned down, inches away from his chest – enough close for the other to feel his breath on his skin, thing that only made him eager.
Uruha's tongue slowly moved from his chest to his neck, leaving a long wet mark on it's trail. He finally stopped, kissing and eventually biting his neck.
Aoi's fingers were playing unconscious with the other's hair, his hands being around the blonde's neck. Uruha leaned even lower, rubbing their chests one against eachother.
And then… Then followed a moment that Aoi hated so much, but, in the same time, he loved it the same.
It was so annoying. How the hell could he leave the curtains unclosed? He never does that. Wait, he never fucked a guy at his apartment.
Then suddenly his eyes opened widely – and the same thing could be said about his mind. However rough or however control of situation he had, this part was the one that he hated the most. He had slept with other guys – and girls – before, but he was never sure about how they'll react in the morning so he was always leaving before the one he spent the night with was awake. This thing was known only by Reita – and probably by Ruki now.
The first impression about him was that fragile one, he seemed more like a girl. Then, this opinion was changed by his 'domination' attitude, but in the end – not most of the people that knew him – discovered that the first impression was the right one, however much the honey blonde tried to hide it.
"No… he can't be…" Uruha mumbled to himself looking at the empty bed. This time, he was the one left to wake up alone.
" 'Morning." The brunette said grouchy standing shirtless in the door.