Title: Times
Series: Uta No Prince-Sama
Summary: From the time they were children, special rules had to be followed… rules that they broke constantly. Now, those rules are brought into question once more.
Rating: R
Genre: Romance/Drama
Pairings: Ren/Masato
Disclaimer: This is being written for the sheer enjoyment of writing, I make no profit other than the fan's enjoyment of it
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They'd shared their first kiss at five. It had been the start of something new, something dangerous… something unknown, and although they had yet to be told so at that point in their lives, something forbidden.
When they'd started into puberty, they were still kissing whenever they met, sneaking off to quiet locations, pretending that they were still ignorant, pretending that they didn't know that hiding in broom closets, exploring each other's bodies, was a bad thing.
Their parents never found out, Masato never let them… not after his cousin.
"Ren, you can't touch me anymore."
Ren hadn't said anything, Masato's coldness over the last few weeks being explained in a few words.
They hadn't talked for 'months' after that, although not for lack of rumours. Masato pretended that he didn't flinch at every whisper of Ren's new conquests, and Ren pretended that it didn't hurt to see Masato closing himself off, killing everything that had once been joyful or good about him.
When Ren had been forced to join up at the academy, he figured it to be cruel irony to be standing there, that close, to someone he'd loved so well, and who'd loved him in return.
Their first meeting was cold, like meetings between them 'always' were, with Masato barely even casting him a glance, unpacking and decorating with frigid detachment.
Ren lived in a daze for those first few weeks, barely able to sleep, barely able to function with that distraction right there. It wasn't until he'd written that song, until he'd managed to 'talk' to his bastard of a roommate… until he'd managed to gush some of his overwhelming feeling s into those words.
Stupid girl… stupid Masato…
He clenched his fist as he returned to his room, expecting for Masato to treat him with the same coldness that he always did, but was mildly surprised when his ever-punctual roommate didn't return at his assigned time… in fact, he waited for 'hours' for Masato to finally return, well past curfew.
"You… were waiting for me," Masato stated as Ren sat up from his bed.
They pretended that Ren wasn't in only his pants and that Masato wasn't dripping wet. They were only details, they didn't really matter.
"Do you need a towel?" Ren asked, concern colouring his tone.
Masato's cheeks reddened, although whether in embarrassment or in anger, Ren didn't know.
"Thank you," Masato muttered, taking the offered fabric uneasily.
Silence overtook them as Masato dried off, with Ren standing naught but a foot away.
"Things… can never be what they were," Masato stated, staring of somewhere in the distance. "Should… should I… should…. Should…"
"We," Ren finished, mild amusement bleeding into the irritation of his tone.
"We… should we attempt to… to start again, or something of the manner," Masato stammered, which Ren found to be uncompromisingly adorable. Masato, forever cold, forever composed, stammering in a simple conversation.
Ren moved forward, taking the towel from clenched fingers and backing his once-lover into the wall.
"Keep talking," Ren invited, even as his free hand, as in the one not currently pinning Masato to the wall, worked at undoing the buttons on the teen's shirt.
"Ren…" Masato gasped, and Ren took that as his final invitation, closing the space between their lips and shoving the material off of Masato's shoulders, ripping buttons in the process.
Neither of them cared, the kiss turning brutal as Masato laced his fingers in Ren's hair, destroying his careful style, and dragged them both back onto Ren's bed – it was nearer.
Words were no longer needed, the careful contract spelt out in Masato's head going to waste in this moderately perfect moment. Ren had that effect on him sometimes… well, most times.