Rainbow Wrapping Paper
Author: Purrmeow
Author's notes: I have been anxiously waiting to update this baby, and I hope all the readers like what I have planned for them. After all, where is a writer without her fans? Nowhere! So be nice little kittens, and please review after you've read! It makes me type the next chapter faster, and if you really want a next chapter soon, I've just unveiled the secret. Sorry, Purrmeow is no longer making any sense, so onto the chapter, ne? Enjoy!!!
*** means time passes
P.S. Please don't horribly gore me with a toothbrush.
Chapter Two:
Ryuichi's blue eyes sparkled so brightly, they made the wrapping paper seem bland, it's rainbow exterior drowned in glitter and twinkling that seemed to fall out of the other's eyes. And as if in the same moment his expression changed from impassive to glorified, Hiro was pounced upon, the chibified rock star straddling the red head's lap, present in one hand, Kumagoro in the other.
"WAI!!!!" His childish voice screamed, as he flipped around in the guitarist's lap, leaning back against the stupified Hiro's chest as though the red head was a chair in himself. And after shifting in his new found seat, the brunette and his best friend attacked the present viciously, fingers and paws tearing at the paper that hid the gift from his hungry eyes. The remains of what once was wrapping paper fell upon the seated trio (kumagoro deserves recognition) like confetti, but none of the group moved to brush it off, all three intent on what was inside; even Hiro was caught up in the moment, peering over Ryuichi's head as his hands attempted to find a comfortable place to rest themselves.
As if the elder's reaction to receiving the menial gift wasn't enough to start off, he wailed at the revealed gifts, eyes gobbling up the rainbow of colours in his lap. A few oekaki(sketch pads), colouring books, a wide array of crayons, felts, and pencil crayons, and a pair of doll sized, pink, bunny pajamas decorated Sakuma Ryuichi's otherwise bland lap, and he wailed yet again! "WOW!!!!" Glomping the pile of child's stuff as though if he loosened up even the slightest bit, it would all dissappear.
"Ryuichi is sooooooooooooooooooooooo happy! Hiro knew exactly what Ryuichi wanted! And he even got Kumagoro a present too! And in Kumagoro's favourite colour too! PINK!!! Kumagoro said he was mad that Touma wouldn't put him in the secret santa game too, but now he's super happy!!!" Bouncing in place, which just so happened to be the younger's lap, the pint sized Sakuma set about dressing his nearly nude companion in the bunny's newly acquired bunny suit.
" I'm glad you liked it." Hiro stumbled on the words, cheeks a little flushed from the praise he was receiving from his idol for the seemingly meaningless package, and even moreso flushed from the way that Ryuichi became aquainted with his lap. It shouldn't have made him so uneasy, he tried to convince himself, but he couldn't help but blush even deeper as the brunette sagged against his chest. Oddly enough, the sensation was both strange, and comfortable, the way his idol melted against him, mindlessly playing with his new toys.
In one way, Hiro felt like a father, the chibified form in his lap bouncing about like a three year old, oblivious to the form he rested upon. But the realization that this was one of the most adored people in the word, the living definition of sex appeal, made his blood rush a little faster in his veins. But the pink bunny that was thrust into his vision soon abolished the confusion, and Hiro fell back further in the chair, chest heaving ever so slightly from the shock.
"How does it look?!" The teddy posed as best it could, being suspended rather uncomfortably from it's little paws, it's voice rising from the vocalist in Hiro's lap.
" Great Kumagoro," Hiro amusedly responded, humoring his now giggling idol, as the rabbit was pulled out of his vision, dancing in Ryuichi's crowded lap. And with a great bow, Kumagoro and his human partner set to playing with the other toys that acted as a landscape in some imaginary world only meant for the two. Hiro couldn't help but think it was cute, the way Ryuichi drunkenly giggled, and Kumagoro fumbled with a pink marker, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.
Slate grey eyes scanning the once crowded room, the guitarist was surprized to find that the crowd was quickly depleating, the only remaining inhabitants being a few stray drunks, and Shuichi who seemed to be begging a reluctant Yuki to go home at once. However, the taller was obviously involved in a deep conversation with Seguchi Tohma, the frown visible on Yuki Eiri's fair features. Hiro glared at the inconsiderate figure, glared at the way the other was so ingnorant of Shuichi's love; and the way that his best friend would mostlikely show up at Hiro's apartment in tears later in the week.
He had tried so many times to get Shuichi to just leave the novelist, but his advice was in vein, because in a few days Shuichi would be back in Yuki's bed, and everything would be fine for a few days. It really was unhealthy for his genki, pink haired friend, but people usually crave those unhealthy things above anythign else; it was true, he himself really craved a cigarette at the moment, but he was sitting on the pack, and he needed to stand to get them.
"Umm, Ryu-" The request halted as Hiro's eyes fell upon the sleeping chibi, snuggled against his chest, Kumagoro sandwiched between the two. Seguchi-san would have to take it from here, Hiro thought to himself, and turned his gaze back up to the now absent trio. It was as though they all had left on cue, and now the distressed red head was left with a sleeping rock idol on his hands.
Shaking the brunette's shoulders, Hiro tried to wake the child like vocalist, but to no avail. He tried over and over again, but again to no avail. It was as though every repeated try only caused the now snoring Sakuma Ryuichi to cling tighter to his shirt; and if that wasn't bad enough, Hiro had no clue where the other lived! That left only one option open for the tired guitarist, and that was to bring Ryuichi to his apartment; there was absolutely no way he would leave the other alone in this room, knowing the perverts that were out there.
Scooping his idol into his strong arms, he somehow managed to get a good grip on the vocalist, the pile of oekaki, and slung his new guitar over his left shoulder. Now the only big challenge he had getting home, was somehow balancing everything, and driving at the same time, but Hiro would somehow manage.
Nearly stunbling down the fleets of stairs, he finally made it to the eerily empty parking lot, his bike thankfully only a few feet from the door. Straddling the bike with a practiced ease, he set down Ryuichi in his lap, hoping that the grip the other had on him would remain as they proceeded home. Tucking the oekaki in a sie bag he had attached to his bike who knows how many years ago, he assured that his new guitar was safely strapped to his back, and finally covered his flowing red tresses with a perfectly fitting helmet. ` That wasn't that hard', he silently mused to himself, sighing heavily before turning the key in the ignition.
***
Laying his guest on the bed, he proceeded to set up an unused futon on the floor for himself, clumsily finding a fit on the spotless carpet. He wasn't used to setting up one of these,Shuichi was the only one he ever had over, and they were so comfortable with eachother that they usually just shared his bed; the smaller usually snuggling into the red head at some point in the night, but it was comfortable nonetheless. Upon setting up the makeshift bed, he was quick to tear of his top, and pants, throwing them into the corner, and in nothing but pin striped boxers, he flicked off the light, and settled down into a surprisingly comfortable sleep.
***
The night seemed to fly by as if it were nothing, and the warmth that wrapped around Hiro's tired body seemed oddly nostalgic, as he woke to that comfotable warm; not the `all the blankets have piled on me and I'm gonna die' kind of warm, but a comfortable kind, that made you want to stay in bed forever. Reluctantly, he allowed his eyes to crack open, and the soft light that seeped through the cracks in his curtains was just enough, that it didn't hurt at all, it was kinda nice, 'added to the whole atmosphere' he thought.
Lifting his muscled arms above his head, Hiro arched his back as he stretched, but strangely enough, that same warmth that wrapped around him did not depleat, instead it weighed him back down to the futon. He was a little shocked at that, but was shocked even more to see Sakuma Ryuichi's arms wound around his torso, head rested on Hiro's shoulder. It was also that moment, where Hiro noticed that Ryuichi's legs were wrapped around his right leg, and one soft rubbed against the red heads now responding groin, causing it to jump to life.
Cheeks painted a bright shade of pink, Hiro's jaw hung open in shock; how had the other made it onto his futon off the bed, and into this position without waking either of them up?!! It was just another one of those situations that proved just how much of a mystery Sakuma Ryuichi really was... The pink deepened as Hiro had to bite back the soft mewl in his throat, his body hardening in response to Ryuichi's subconcious massaging.
What if the other woke up?! What if he found Hiro in this state? Both flustered and aroused! That would be alot of fun to explain. Gently, the dark eyed bishounen attempted to squrim free of the grip, a soft hand atop Ryuichi's, lifting the arm that pinned him, although he was unsure of how he would get his leg free without waking the other. However, it seemed as though the grip tightened, and Hiro could feel the brunette adjusting postiion ever so slightly, pulling his own body closer to Hiro's.
Face nuzzling the crook of the red heads neck, a thin, nervous, sheen of sweat spreading along the red head's exposed skin; Ryuichi moaned atop the soft skin, breath hot on Hiro'S adams apple, causing Hiro to swallow nervously. As if the guitarist wasn't feeling awkward enough as is, he could feel the brunette's own, previously unannounced, arousal brushing against his hip, and a gasp escaped his lips. `How was all this happening? And why?' Hiro's embarrased mind screamed. He had a girlfriend, and was perfectly content with their long distance relationship; yet these new sensations taunted him, and he could resist them.
Pulling away ever so slightly, Hiro turned half hooded slate grey on the half open pools of deep blue, and just stared for a moment, vision slightly hazed by the silken screen of red and chocolate. They were nose to nose, and he could feel Ryuichi's breath hot against his cheek, and his lips parted ever so slightly, so he could taste that warmth that sent shivers up and down his spine. Their gaze did not part at all, eyes hazily focused on the other pair, as the elder's knee shyly massaged through boxers, grip tightening.
The pulstating in his crotch seemed to be resonate in his ears, a loud thumping that would soon drive him insane. His hormones had not run so wild in his entire life, and his control was quickly depleting, as that delicious breath tickled his tastebuds. Tilting his chin up ever so slightly, lips barely a centimeter away from his idol's, Hiro paused; Ryuichi's breathing had slightly quickened, and it tasted ever more delicious at this range, the flavour intensified a million times over. Barely brushing his lips atop the other's he reveled in the sensation of those soft, yet slightly dry lips, shyly carressing his own, yet his blood still boiled, and the pulsating quickened.
The distance now closed, Hiro pressed his lips atop Ryuichi's own, soft and shyly, in a barely noticable kiss. Every cell in his body felt as though it were on fire, and as soon as that one kiss ended, there came another, and another, until eventually the other responded, and their kisses deepened. Hiro's hand softly cupped Ryuichi's cheek as he turned his entire body to face the other musician; Ryuichi's legs were nearly bare, as they intwined within Hiro's own almost instantly, the vocalists hand buried within the hair at the nape of Hiro's neck, knotting there.
Tongues barely brushing against eachother, dancing within their open mouths, as their tasted eachother fully for the first time, drinking in the new and exciting flavour. Pulling away every so slightly, breath heavy, Hiro stared heatedly at the other, grey finding blue once more; his eyes lingered, and he seemed to drown in those deep blue pools, soon stretching into oceans. `So this was Sakuma Ryuichi...`
***End of Chapter two*** Yeah, I know I'm cruel, but I really thought that it would be best to end this here. Please review! I won't write another chapter unless you do, and I have even more prepared for future chapters! ^-^!!!
Author: Purrmeow
Author's notes: I have been anxiously waiting to update this baby, and I hope all the readers like what I have planned for them. After all, where is a writer without her fans? Nowhere! So be nice little kittens, and please review after you've read! It makes me type the next chapter faster, and if you really want a next chapter soon, I've just unveiled the secret. Sorry, Purrmeow is no longer making any sense, so onto the chapter, ne? Enjoy!!!
*** means time passes
P.S. Please don't horribly gore me with a toothbrush.
Chapter Two:
Ryuichi's blue eyes sparkled so brightly, they made the wrapping paper seem bland, it's rainbow exterior drowned in glitter and twinkling that seemed to fall out of the other's eyes. And as if in the same moment his expression changed from impassive to glorified, Hiro was pounced upon, the chibified rock star straddling the red head's lap, present in one hand, Kumagoro in the other.
"WAI!!!!" His childish voice screamed, as he flipped around in the guitarist's lap, leaning back against the stupified Hiro's chest as though the red head was a chair in himself. And after shifting in his new found seat, the brunette and his best friend attacked the present viciously, fingers and paws tearing at the paper that hid the gift from his hungry eyes. The remains of what once was wrapping paper fell upon the seated trio (kumagoro deserves recognition) like confetti, but none of the group moved to brush it off, all three intent on what was inside; even Hiro was caught up in the moment, peering over Ryuichi's head as his hands attempted to find a comfortable place to rest themselves.
As if the elder's reaction to receiving the menial gift wasn't enough to start off, he wailed at the revealed gifts, eyes gobbling up the rainbow of colours in his lap. A few oekaki(sketch pads), colouring books, a wide array of crayons, felts, and pencil crayons, and a pair of doll sized, pink, bunny pajamas decorated Sakuma Ryuichi's otherwise bland lap, and he wailed yet again! "WOW!!!!" Glomping the pile of child's stuff as though if he loosened up even the slightest bit, it would all dissappear.
"Ryuichi is sooooooooooooooooooooooo happy! Hiro knew exactly what Ryuichi wanted! And he even got Kumagoro a present too! And in Kumagoro's favourite colour too! PINK!!! Kumagoro said he was mad that Touma wouldn't put him in the secret santa game too, but now he's super happy!!!" Bouncing in place, which just so happened to be the younger's lap, the pint sized Sakuma set about dressing his nearly nude companion in the bunny's newly acquired bunny suit.
" I'm glad you liked it." Hiro stumbled on the words, cheeks a little flushed from the praise he was receiving from his idol for the seemingly meaningless package, and even moreso flushed from the way that Ryuichi became aquainted with his lap. It shouldn't have made him so uneasy, he tried to convince himself, but he couldn't help but blush even deeper as the brunette sagged against his chest. Oddly enough, the sensation was both strange, and comfortable, the way his idol melted against him, mindlessly playing with his new toys.
In one way, Hiro felt like a father, the chibified form in his lap bouncing about like a three year old, oblivious to the form he rested upon. But the realization that this was one of the most adored people in the word, the living definition of sex appeal, made his blood rush a little faster in his veins. But the pink bunny that was thrust into his vision soon abolished the confusion, and Hiro fell back further in the chair, chest heaving ever so slightly from the shock.
"How does it look?!" The teddy posed as best it could, being suspended rather uncomfortably from it's little paws, it's voice rising from the vocalist in Hiro's lap.
" Great Kumagoro," Hiro amusedly responded, humoring his now giggling idol, as the rabbit was pulled out of his vision, dancing in Ryuichi's crowded lap. And with a great bow, Kumagoro and his human partner set to playing with the other toys that acted as a landscape in some imaginary world only meant for the two. Hiro couldn't help but think it was cute, the way Ryuichi drunkenly giggled, and Kumagoro fumbled with a pink marker, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.
Slate grey eyes scanning the once crowded room, the guitarist was surprized to find that the crowd was quickly depleating, the only remaining inhabitants being a few stray drunks, and Shuichi who seemed to be begging a reluctant Yuki to go home at once. However, the taller was obviously involved in a deep conversation with Seguchi Tohma, the frown visible on Yuki Eiri's fair features. Hiro glared at the inconsiderate figure, glared at the way the other was so ingnorant of Shuichi's love; and the way that his best friend would mostlikely show up at Hiro's apartment in tears later in the week.
He had tried so many times to get Shuichi to just leave the novelist, but his advice was in vein, because in a few days Shuichi would be back in Yuki's bed, and everything would be fine for a few days. It really was unhealthy for his genki, pink haired friend, but people usually crave those unhealthy things above anythign else; it was true, he himself really craved a cigarette at the moment, but he was sitting on the pack, and he needed to stand to get them.
"Umm, Ryu-" The request halted as Hiro's eyes fell upon the sleeping chibi, snuggled against his chest, Kumagoro sandwiched between the two. Seguchi-san would have to take it from here, Hiro thought to himself, and turned his gaze back up to the now absent trio. It was as though they all had left on cue, and now the distressed red head was left with a sleeping rock idol on his hands.
Shaking the brunette's shoulders, Hiro tried to wake the child like vocalist, but to no avail. He tried over and over again, but again to no avail. It was as though every repeated try only caused the now snoring Sakuma Ryuichi to cling tighter to his shirt; and if that wasn't bad enough, Hiro had no clue where the other lived! That left only one option open for the tired guitarist, and that was to bring Ryuichi to his apartment; there was absolutely no way he would leave the other alone in this room, knowing the perverts that were out there.
Scooping his idol into his strong arms, he somehow managed to get a good grip on the vocalist, the pile of oekaki, and slung his new guitar over his left shoulder. Now the only big challenge he had getting home, was somehow balancing everything, and driving at the same time, but Hiro would somehow manage.
Nearly stunbling down the fleets of stairs, he finally made it to the eerily empty parking lot, his bike thankfully only a few feet from the door. Straddling the bike with a practiced ease, he set down Ryuichi in his lap, hoping that the grip the other had on him would remain as they proceeded home. Tucking the oekaki in a sie bag he had attached to his bike who knows how many years ago, he assured that his new guitar was safely strapped to his back, and finally covered his flowing red tresses with a perfectly fitting helmet. ` That wasn't that hard', he silently mused to himself, sighing heavily before turning the key in the ignition.
***
Laying his guest on the bed, he proceeded to set up an unused futon on the floor for himself, clumsily finding a fit on the spotless carpet. He wasn't used to setting up one of these,Shuichi was the only one he ever had over, and they were so comfortable with eachother that they usually just shared his bed; the smaller usually snuggling into the red head at some point in the night, but it was comfortable nonetheless. Upon setting up the makeshift bed, he was quick to tear of his top, and pants, throwing them into the corner, and in nothing but pin striped boxers, he flicked off the light, and settled down into a surprisingly comfortable sleep.
***
The night seemed to fly by as if it were nothing, and the warmth that wrapped around Hiro's tired body seemed oddly nostalgic, as he woke to that comfotable warm; not the `all the blankets have piled on me and I'm gonna die' kind of warm, but a comfortable kind, that made you want to stay in bed forever. Reluctantly, he allowed his eyes to crack open, and the soft light that seeped through the cracks in his curtains was just enough, that it didn't hurt at all, it was kinda nice, 'added to the whole atmosphere' he thought.
Lifting his muscled arms above his head, Hiro arched his back as he stretched, but strangely enough, that same warmth that wrapped around him did not depleat, instead it weighed him back down to the futon. He was a little shocked at that, but was shocked even more to see Sakuma Ryuichi's arms wound around his torso, head rested on Hiro's shoulder. It was also that moment, where Hiro noticed that Ryuichi's legs were wrapped around his right leg, and one soft rubbed against the red heads now responding groin, causing it to jump to life.
Cheeks painted a bright shade of pink, Hiro's jaw hung open in shock; how had the other made it onto his futon off the bed, and into this position without waking either of them up?!! It was just another one of those situations that proved just how much of a mystery Sakuma Ryuichi really was... The pink deepened as Hiro had to bite back the soft mewl in his throat, his body hardening in response to Ryuichi's subconcious massaging.
What if the other woke up?! What if he found Hiro in this state? Both flustered and aroused! That would be alot of fun to explain. Gently, the dark eyed bishounen attempted to squrim free of the grip, a soft hand atop Ryuichi's, lifting the arm that pinned him, although he was unsure of how he would get his leg free without waking the other. However, it seemed as though the grip tightened, and Hiro could feel the brunette adjusting postiion ever so slightly, pulling his own body closer to Hiro's.
Face nuzzling the crook of the red heads neck, a thin, nervous, sheen of sweat spreading along the red head's exposed skin; Ryuichi moaned atop the soft skin, breath hot on Hiro'S adams apple, causing Hiro to swallow nervously. As if the guitarist wasn't feeling awkward enough as is, he could feel the brunette's own, previously unannounced, arousal brushing against his hip, and a gasp escaped his lips. `How was all this happening? And why?' Hiro's embarrased mind screamed. He had a girlfriend, and was perfectly content with their long distance relationship; yet these new sensations taunted him, and he could resist them.
Pulling away ever so slightly, Hiro turned half hooded slate grey on the half open pools of deep blue, and just stared for a moment, vision slightly hazed by the silken screen of red and chocolate. They were nose to nose, and he could feel Ryuichi's breath hot against his cheek, and his lips parted ever so slightly, so he could taste that warmth that sent shivers up and down his spine. Their gaze did not part at all, eyes hazily focused on the other pair, as the elder's knee shyly massaged through boxers, grip tightening.
The pulstating in his crotch seemed to be resonate in his ears, a loud thumping that would soon drive him insane. His hormones had not run so wild in his entire life, and his control was quickly depleting, as that delicious breath tickled his tastebuds. Tilting his chin up ever so slightly, lips barely a centimeter away from his idol's, Hiro paused; Ryuichi's breathing had slightly quickened, and it tasted ever more delicious at this range, the flavour intensified a million times over. Barely brushing his lips atop the other's he reveled in the sensation of those soft, yet slightly dry lips, shyly carressing his own, yet his blood still boiled, and the pulsating quickened.
The distance now closed, Hiro pressed his lips atop Ryuichi's own, soft and shyly, in a barely noticable kiss. Every cell in his body felt as though it were on fire, and as soon as that one kiss ended, there came another, and another, until eventually the other responded, and their kisses deepened. Hiro's hand softly cupped Ryuichi's cheek as he turned his entire body to face the other musician; Ryuichi's legs were nearly bare, as they intwined within Hiro's own almost instantly, the vocalists hand buried within the hair at the nape of Hiro's neck, knotting there.
Tongues barely brushing against eachother, dancing within their open mouths, as their tasted eachother fully for the first time, drinking in the new and exciting flavour. Pulling away every so slightly, breath heavy, Hiro stared heatedly at the other, grey finding blue once more; his eyes lingered, and he seemed to drown in those deep blue pools, soon stretching into oceans. `So this was Sakuma Ryuichi...`
***End of Chapter two*** Yeah, I know I'm cruel, but I really thought that it would be best to end this here. Please review! I won't write another chapter unless you do, and I have even more prepared for future chapters! ^-^!!!