“Can I ask you something?” Ryuichi pulled away from Tatsuha.
“Mmm, yeah,” Tatsuha nodded, breathing hard.
“Remember what you said the other day?” Ryuichi looked up at his dark haired lover, cheeks red.
Tatsuha tilted his head to the side, “Uhh… what I said?”
Ryuichi untangled himself from Tatsuha’s arms, his hands in his lap, “when I told you I felt tingly… you said you could make me feel more tingly.”
Tatsuha’s face was a deep purple as he nodded. Yeah, he remembered.
“I was just wondering how.” Ryuichi said.
Tatsuha choked, “how?”
“Yes.” Ryuichi nodded, “and you know what? I know what ‘tingly’ means,” Ryuichi grinned, “well, sorta.” Ryuichi chiblishy giggled, “Yuki told me.”
“You want me to show you?” Tatsuha asked, with wide eyes.
“Yes.” Ryuichi nodded, his eyes becoming darker, his voice deeper. It was as if he was another person.
Tatsuha blinked, letting out a girlish gasp when he was pushed back onto the couch. “Ryuichi?” Tatsuha questioned.
Ryuichi smirked; Tatsuha’s eyes went wide. Ryuichi seemed to be channeling his more adult personality; the one he used on stage; the one rarely seen off stage.
“Ryuichi, what are you doing?” Tatsuha exclaimed. He always saw himself being in charge at a time like this. He was a bit unprepared for this.
“Tatsuha, I love you, but you know… I would like to prove this to you.” Ryuichi said, licking behind Tatsuha’s ear.
‘But… but, I thought you wanted me to show you…’ Tatsuha thought.
“A-and how do you plan to prove this to me?” Tatsuha asked, shivering at Ryuichi’s touch.
“By making you mine.”
Tatsuha’s eyes went wide at those words. It sounded like Ryuichi knew what he was doing, even though moments before he was like a clueless child.
“May I?” Ryuichi growled in Tatsuha’s ear. Ryuichi stared deeply into Tatsuha’s eyes, tugging on his shirt.
The next few moments were a blur for Tatsuha, but before the teen knew it he was breathing hard underneath Ryuichi. Both were nude and Tatsuha couldn’t remember for the life of him how that came about. His mind was on fire and all he could think about was Ryuichi and hands.
Hands were all over him, touching, teasing every part of his body. Tatsuha moaned, squirming under Ryuichi.
“Ryu… Ryuichi, stop teasing me!” Tatsuha groaned.
Ryuichi laughed, hands on Tatsuha’s lower stomach. “Whoa, eager?”
Tatsuha rolled his eyes, “no duh, Sherlock.” Tatsuha shouted, face red.
“Very well,” Ryuichi smiled, leaning down; he lightly kissed Tatsuha just below the belly button, making Tatsuha arch his back.
“Y-you’re still teasing me.” Tatsuha all but whined.
“Tell me what you want.” Ryuichi said, eyes looking up at Tatsuha.
“You know what I want; I want you to touch me before I explode with sexual frustration!”
Tatsuha no longer cared that he didn’t have the upper hand anymore; he’d take anything he could get. And right now, more then anything, Tatsuha wanted Ryuichi. Ryuichi the performer or Ryuichi the child; it didn’t matter to Tatsuha. Ryuichi was Ryuichi.
“Touch you like this…?” Ryuichi moved down Tatsuha’s body, kissing the tip of the teen’s exposed member.
“Oh!” Tatsuha moaned, seeing stars before his eyes.
Just as things were starting to pick up…
Ring!
Tatsuha blinked, falling harshly back to reality.
Ring!
The answering machine picked up; two heads turned to the phone, their actions paused.
“Tatsuha, pick up the damn phone… Shuichi, I told you he wasn’t home…”
Tatsuha sighed, closing his eyes.
There was a upset exclamation in the background; Obviously Shuichi upset for some reason.
“Tatsuha, if you’re there, for the love of God, pick up the phone… Shuichi stop hanging all over me…”
“I’m going to kill him,” Tatsuha groaned. Ryuichi climbed off Tatsuha, sighing; the mood was ruined.
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“What do you want?” Tatsuha asked, his voice sounding dead.
“Shuichi wanted to… Shuichi, why am I the one calling him!?”
Tatsuha tapped his toe, listing as the phone was slammed into something; Shuichi’s hand it seemed.
“What do you want, Shuichi?” Tatsuha asked, not sounding as mad as he had before. It was very hard for anyone to stay mad at Shuichi… well, anyone but Yuki that is.
“I wanted to invite you to ‘Bad Luck’s’ next concert…” Shuichi began, “Nittle Grasper is opening for us… or they might be…” Shuichi rambled on and on…
/Flashback/
"I can't believe it! A real backstage pass." Tatsuha sighed, holding the pass lovingly against his chest. He had won the pass in a radio show contest. It had been real easy too; they asked ten questions about Ryuichi Sakuma and Tatsuha, of course knew every answer.
Showing his pass to a guard, Tatsuha walked back stage. He leaned against a wall, looking around the room. He wondered if he'd spot Ryuichi before the concert began.
His eyes filled with hope and longing, Tatsuha waited. And waited and waited, but he saw no Ryuichi.
"Damn, maybe after the show then." He muttered.
The stage manager walked onto the stage, "the show's starting, take your seats."
Exclaiming like a school girl in love, Tatsuha ran to his seat. His eyes went wide. There, so close was Ryuichi.
'Oh my God, has he gotten hotter since the last time I've seen him?' Tatsuha sighed, happily, as he watched Ryuichi greet the audience.
"Are you ready to rock?!" Ryuichi yelled, causing a uproar from everyone; cheering and stomping.
"Yeah!! Ryuichi I love you!" Tatsuha yelled.
Ryuichi grinned, hearing the confession. "Aw, thank you. I love you too!"
'Oh my God, oh my God!' Tatsuha jumped up and down, grabbing the people next to him. "Did you hear that he loves me!?"
"Moron," the person next to Tatsuha muttered, but nobody could dampen the teen's mood. Nope, nobody.
/End Flashback/
“Tatsuha!” Shuichi yelled, but he got no answer. “Tatsuha, are you still there?”
Tatsuha blinked his eyes, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. He smiled at the memory that suddenly filled his mind. That had been his first time at a Nittle Grasper concert; the first time he confessed his love to Ryuichi and the first time he heard Ryuichi say ‘I love you, too’ even though the singer had no idea who he was talking to.
“Tatsuha!”
“Oh, sorry, I’m here, Shuichi.” Tatsuha flushed.
“Will you come?” Shuichi asked.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” Tatsuha nodded, as if Shuichi could see him.
“Yay!”
“Quit yelling, idiot, I’m trying to finish this before my deadline,” Tatsuha heard Yuki say in the background. Tatsuha smirked; he knew his brother very well and though Yuki sounded annoyed by Shuichi he could hear the fondness in his voice.
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