Well, love bunnies, it's time for Hirato x Gareki 0v0 my fav pairing! Sadly, no hardcore yaoi :(, only a short story of cuteness J
Music blaring, Gareki slowly sipped his pop, savoring the taste, and ignoring the stare that burned into his back. It was so obvious that he was staring at him that it was almost painful. 'Fuck off,' Gareki thought heatedly. He contemplated moving to another spot in the partying room when a voice rang out to him.
"Having fun, Gareki-kun?" Hirato smiled sweetly, causing Gareki to almost puke at his fake sincerity. Slanting his eyes, the teen pushed passed Hirato coldly and hurriedly made his way to the door. This would have been easier if drunken guests weren't trying to dance with Gareki. He was still confused as to why he had to come to yet another of Yanari's 'progress' parties. A man reeking of liquor roughly grabbed Gareki's shoulder.
"Hey, sveet swuff. Wanna*hiccup* danced with this hot rod?" the man released a barely audible sentence from his mouth. Gareki was just about to release an amount of fury that even hell couldn't control, when Hirato grabbed the drunk's hand and removed it from the teen's shoulder.
"Sorry, sir, he's already taken." The second-ship captain offered a fake smile to the man who was already asking someone else to dance.
"Oi! Four-eyes, what do you mean, I'm taken?" the younger boy seethed up at the older man's amused face. Gareki felt an arm wrap around his waist, and Hirato took Gareki's hand (that wasn't holding the pop) into his. The teen's face wrinkled in confusion, but he still reddened, bearing in mind his awkward position.
"Care to dance, 'Sweet stuff'?" Hirato quoted the drunken man, holding down a laugh.
*Splash!*
Gareki quickly strolled out of the room where whispers started floating about. A pop-dripping Hirato stood, dabbing a handkerchief on himself, and giggling uncontrollably.
I love writing middle-of-the-night-sleep-deprived short stories! Anyways, when I look back at this in the morning, I'll be able to have a good laugh at it!