A/N: For tumblr prompt: "Teach me to play?" SoRiku from anonymous
So, this one came out a bit long for a drabble but...I didn't think anyone would complain. (If you do, too bad. This is my fic dumping ground!)
For You
Riku's nerves were singing, the usual rush he got onstage, as he and his band mates made their final good byes to their audience. A spotlight caught on the piercings lining Sora's ear, on the single silver ring he wore as he tossed flowers into the crowd. Roxas, with his trademark checkered wristbands, flicking guitar picks out, the two front men both with gleeful grins across their faces. Axel, coming out from behind his drum set, waving his sticks high, taunting. Kairi, still tapping out a melody on the keyboard.
And Riku, bass still slung in front of him, only stepped forward and pumped a fist in the air, rings glinting from every finger. No picks to throw—he finger-picked—and no flowers, but the fans still loved him, still roared with glee as he plucked out a few notes. Not to be outdone, Roxas strummed out a riff, and of course Axel had to join their noise with crashing cymbals, until it was all a cacophony, the instruments, and the audience cheering.
"Thank you!" Sora's voice was loud over the monitor in Riku's ear, and he knew Sora was nearly shouting in his enthusiasm. "We love you!" Sora pumped his fist into the air once more, before strolling off stage, waving good bye the entire time; Riku watched him grab the nearest water bottle as soon as he was in the wings, just a glance, before he turned back to the crowd. Kairi and Axel next, then Riku and Roxas, the electric of the bass and guitar still echoing from the speakers even as the stage was emptied.
Riku nearly toppled over as Sora collided into him, gasping with laughter. "Guys! That was so awesome!" Roxas and Axel hooted and cheered in agreement, Kairi's soft laughter an underscoring music, and suddenly Riku was in the center of a big, rambunctious group hug.
Riku's lips curled into a genuine smile. "You guys are heavy!"
They parted, one body becoming five again, although Sora's arm lingered across Riku's back, a hot weight that made his sweat-wet clothing cling to him even more. Sora didn't seem to mind, or notice, leaning even more weight on him, and Riku knew his friend was starting to feel a hint of after-concert fatigue by the time they reached the green room.
"Sora, sit," Riku commanded, depositing him on a couch.
Sora clung to his arm, beaming up at him with a lazy, content smile. "You, too, Ku."
Riku grabbed a fresh bottle of water from a table and put it in Sora's hands, and took another for himself. "Yeah, yeah." He plopped down next to Sora.
"Pretty good kick-off for a tour, yeah?" Axel piped up, already bringing a cigarette to his mouth.
Roxas dropped two bottles of beer in front of Sora and Riku. "And the night's only just beginning!"
And it was. Once they'd caught their breath, there was a kickoff party for them, the other bands, and the roadies, a few crafty fans that had found their way in. It was a night of revelry—drunken revelry for Axel and Roxas, who always partied hard—and even Kairi sipped at a Corona, getting cozy with one of the light technicians, a blond girl. Riku only lifted an eyebrow in amusement, and watched Sora knock back a shot with Roxas.
"Rikuuuuu," Sora whined in the small hours of the morning. He was a little drunk, and so was Riku, the buzz of the show replaced with the one of alcohol, but starting to turn into exhaustion. Sora latched onto Riku's arm, staring up at him with unsteady eyes. "Let's gooooo. I'm tired," he pouted.
"Alright," Riku murmured, bumping heads with him. He steered Sora towards the exit, then down the hall. A quick word with a security person for directions to the back way to the attached hotel, and they reached their shared room without incident.
Sora flopped back on the bed nearest the door—Riku's bed. "Ahh, I feel so good. But so tired."
Riku peeled off his shirt on the way to the bathroom, dug his toothbrush out. "Get your rest, Sora. We'll be on the road tomorrow."
"Mmm, yeah." It came as a sigh. Sora was silent for a while, and Riku thought maybe he'd fallen asleep, but he said suddenly, "Hey Riku?"
"Hm?" Riku inquired around the toothbrush.
He poked his head back into the room, to see Sora sitting up, reaching for the bass Riku had left on a stand. Sora glanced back at Riku. "Teach me how to play?"
Riku ducked into the bathroom, rinsing, and returned to sit next to Sora. "What, and take my only job away?" He smirked.
Sora pouted. "No. I like to hear you play. I just…" he trailed off.
Riku bumped his shoulder. "Okay. I'll bring a spare on the bus tomorrow."
Sora gave him a sleepy smile. "Good." And then: "Riku? Can you play for me?"
Riku turned and gave him a peck on the check, reaching around for the instrument. "I always play for you, Sora." He plucked out a few mellow notes before settling into a melody.
Sora leaned into him, rich voice low in Riku's ear as he sang, words to their favorite childhood song. "In you and I, there's a new land…"
"Angels in flight," Riku sang the next line. Only for Sora, did he sing. He suddenly found his arm restricted as Sora slid into his lap, and the sound of the bass stopped as Riku curled a hand over the neck. "Sora, what are you doing?" He kept his voice quiet, trying not to show his alarm.
Sora settled his arms around Riku's neck. "Kissing you." And he did, a soft, moist press of lips, eyelashes fluttering closed over blue eyes.
"No kidding." Riku reached up and pushed brown hair behind Sora's ear, looking into darkened eyes. "You're drunk."
"Maybe a little." He moved to kiss Riku again, but was stopped by a press of fingers against his lips. Sora frowned and shook his head. "Come on, Riku." He squirmed in Riku's lap, and Riku had to close his eyes and breathe deep. When he opened them again, Sora's face was still close, a forlorn look in his eyes. "I love you, Riku."
Riku's breath hitched, and he covered it by pressing a kiss to Sora's forehead. "Love you too, Sor." He threaded a hand through Sora's hair. "But you see, my bass is in the way." He bit his lip, suddenly feeling more sober.
He could hear the smile in Sora's voice. "Yeah, it's pretty sexy." He nuzzled Riku's collarbone. "You smell good."
Riku heaved a sigh. "Look, Sora, let me at least put the bass up."
Sora reluctantly pulled away, leaving Riku enough space to slip the bass from between their bodies without any damage, and then he was pressing closer to Riku, pushing him back against the bed, lips sloppy against Riku's.
Riku dragged a hand down Sora's back, holding himself in check. He couldn't let this get far, wasn't sure if Sora was just feeling amorous from the drink or if it were his true feelings. His heart was pounding, and kissing Sora felt good, tasted like alcohol and a hint of cigarettes. It was a tease, and Riku was wondering how much more he could handle, when Sora rolled lazily to the side, snuggling close to Riku.
Sora let out a contented sigh. "Love you," he murmured again. "I finally said it." He draped a hand over Riku's waist, looking up at him, and Riku felt himself turning into putty in that gaze. "Already knew you did, too." He beamed, and squeezed Riku. "But I wanted you to know, I do, too."
Riku felt warm all over as he pressed a kiss into Sora's hair. "Thank you."
