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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      the_GazettE
  Relationship:
      Reita/Uruha_(the_GazettE)
  Character:
      Reita_(the_GazettE), Uruha_(the_GazettE)
  Additional Tags:
      Friends_to_Lovers, Frottage, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-01-24 Words: 2722
****** Tumble Me, Tumble You ******
by lustforlife
Summary
     Childhood friends turn teenagers and discover there are more sides to
     friendship.
Notes
     They are both aged 16. Legally underage, but I would say both really
     able to decide what they need/want.
See the end of the work for more notes
Snow squeaks nicely under his boots. Kouyou takes a moment to look around him
and concludes winter is not that bad after all. Streets are surprisingly empty
so their fresh footprints in the snow are the first ones- like they're the last
people left on Earth. The park is already visible, trees looking like out of
some fairytale, every tiny branch doubled by a thick layer of snow.
Kouyou is not going to admit it's beautiful outside. Not immediately anyway. A
gust of freezing wind blows snow into his eyes, making him squint and remember
why he hates winter in the first place.
"Akira, tell me again why are we outside? " he huffs annoyed.
Akira stops for a moment, trying hard not to laugh at Kouyou all bundled up in
a big white-and-red winter jacket, hoodie on, scarf wrapped up to his eyes and
gloves on hands.
"Because it's pretty?" he offers.
He looks genuinely happy, clad only in his leather jacket, loose scarf barely
clinging to his neck. He kept pulling on Kouyou's hand, all the way to here,
nudging him to move, insisting they should go to the park and admire the snow.
Kouyou pouts under his scarf but moves along, pretending he's not bothered by
the funny names his friend throws at him, telling him he's slow or that he
whines too much- just like a girl. Kouyou gasps and stops in his tracks.
Not entirely for the reasons one might imagine, Kouyou's knows there is nothing
wrong with being a girl, quite on the contrary. Akira knows that, too. There’s
probably very little they don’t know about each other. Ever since they ended up
on the same soccer team in elementary they've become inseparable, both at
school and after, spending the afternoons at one or the other's place, holidays
even. Because apparently even Akira's mother gets along just great with the
Takashimas.
Kouyou is not a girl. Sometimes he whishes he were. He wishes.. His cheeks are
flushing when he notices Akira eyeing him suspiciously for stopping in the
middle of the road. He looks away and Akira apparently considers it's ok to
carry on sticking his tongue out in hope of catching a snowflake as if nothing
has happened. Kouyou rolls his eyes pretending he's grossed out and moves ahead
a little faster.
He takes a moment to notice how Akira's horrid ugly trucker cap has a purpose
for once- it keeps the snow out of his eyes. Oh how he hated that cap from the
first second it appeared! It seemed to be glued to his friend head for the last
year. Possibly Akira uses it to camouflage his white blond dyed hair (an act of
rebellion like 16 year old people are bound to do) but Kouyou hates it because
it prevents him from seeing Akira's eyes.
Despite all the girls that swarm around and cling to Kouyou like he's dripping
honey, he still feels an awkward warmth each time Akira is too close to him.
It's not exactly clear to Kouyou when this started nor how, but it did. He
fears it's becoming more and more obvious and he wants to do something about it
but he's slightly lost about the ways, while Akira seems oblivious to the
subtle changes in his friend.
They reach the small park and Akira runs around Kouyou trying to collect snow
from the trees,- trying being the key word. As soon as he touches the lower
branches, the snow falls on his head (and occasionally on Kouyou, who's
protests grow weaker by the minute)- but it doesn't seem to bother Akira much.
In the end he crouches to the ground and scoops the snow in his hands, rolling
it into a snowball, eyeing Kouyou who follows him around half suspicious, half
amused. When a snowball is ready he takes his aim at Kouyou who shouts
mortified:
“You wouldn't....”
“I wouldn't... what?” Innocent big eyes stare at him just a second before a
soft but very cold snowball hits his cheek.
“You didn't!!!” Kouyou can't believe they're actually having a snow fight. It’s
an instant decision to react just as mature before he charges towards Akira
who's now doubled up, laughing.
They both tumble over in the snow, Kouyou on top of his friend, a winning smirk
on his lips countering Akira's surprised gawking.
They don’t attempt getting up. Running around in the cold air is exhausting,
staying sprawled in the snow seems like a good plan for now. Kouyou's jacket is
big but not that thick, laying down on Akira he can feel their chests pressing,
and one of his legs landed between Akira's. The usual, and most of all, highly
embarrassing heat starts to spread, inconveniently starting with his cheeks.
Kouyou swallows nervously and tries to get up.
Akira looks at him and starts to laugh again, close to maniacal this time,
almost choking on the cold air.
"What now???" Kouyou is still on his high of knocking Akira down but something
tells him things are going to go bad. Fast too.
"You look like an angry panda!! Like a bloodied, red angry panda" Akira says
and ends up snorting "A panda on ...scrawny legs"
(Though scrawny is definitely not the first word Akira would use when asked
about Kouyou's legs. Dazzlingly long would be a more accurate term and Akira
has a hard time not blurting out just that.)
Naturally Kouyou is not as nearly amused as Akira. He reaches to the ground
next to Akira’s head to scoop a fist of snow- gloves forgotten- and shoves that
on Akira's face in a childish reprimand. As he dares to actually look at his
face he notices Akira’s warm look. It's comfortingly familiar but there's
something more and Kouyou isn't quite sure he sees right.
Akira's raises his hand, cold fingertips barely touching Kouyou's heated skin
while he tucks a strand of hair behind Kouyou’s ear.
Kouyou feels like he's going to die of embarrassment if he doesn't do
something. Something smart. So he takes off Akira's cap, putting it on his own
head with awkward moves, still on his elbows. He lifts himself as quick as he
can, the lingering warmth of their bodies touching making his head spin.
"I need this so wind won't blow the snow into my eyes" he mumbles.
Of course.
Akira uses the hand Kouyou offers to lift himself from the ground.
"Are you up for some gaming?" Akira asks. "My mom is helping my aunt clean
their house and she's staying over. We can have all the beer and junk food in
the world!"
Kouyou agrees with a grin on his face.
The snow melting on their clothes and the wind makes them quicken their pace on
the way back.
Inside Akira's home it's warm. Kouyou sets the groceries they picked up on the
kitchen counter, reaching for bowls to serve everything in and getting the beer
from the freezer.
Hands full, he's entering the living room only to be met face-first with a dry
t-shirt and some slacks Akira throws at him. A huff, it's all he deems
necessary to react at Akira's childish, already too familiar, actions. The
clothing conveniently hides a tiny smile tugging the corner his lips while
Akira takes the stash from his hands.
Akira is already back on the floor, in front of the tv, console up and ready.
He's also wearing some loose pants an even looser black t-shirt, so Kouyou
starts to change into his provided outfit.
It's not the first time he does this, but as he pulls his damp shirt over his
head he feels Akira looking him and Kouyou can imagine the other's eyes
lingering on his chest over the brim of the beer can. He finds it a little hard
to breathe and once he’s decent again, Akira is not moving his gaze away for
what feels like forever even if it's been only 2 seconds.
Finally he takes mercy on him and turns his face back to the screen while
Kouyou slips into the slacks. Which are strangely shorter, ripped at half the
distance between knee and ankle. Cocking his eyebrow he asks Akira :
"What rat chewed on these?"
"Hey my room is only messy, not filthy!!" Akira says offended. "There were
holes in it so I just....fixed it? "
There is something fishy in this short slacks business but Kouyou lets it slide
for now. He's going to kick Akira's ass in the game anyway. So he plops on the
floor too, knees bent, his calves exposed, clutching the controller fiercely.
They play for more than an hour, delivering virtual kicks and punches, laughing
and sipping beer and spurring each other on with mock fight yells and
occasional shoving from each belligerent side.
Akira loses more games than he would be comfortable admitting to the rest of
the world, but seeing Kouyou's excited face is more than enough compensation
for getting his ego trampled. Akira surprises himself by not paying that much
attention to their game, thus losing precious points on the scoreboard but
winning for himself heart warming smiles.
Warmth spreads in lazy waves, travelling lower, towards his stomach (so he
drinks a little more beer than he should) and then back up to his head (making
him dizzy).
The air seems warmer, their faces flushed from the excitement of the game.
Kouyou somehow slipped lower, the back of his head leaning on the seat of the
couch and closer to Akira.
Akira who seems to have stopped playing a while ago and now is breathing a
little heavier and again has that intense gaze, this time directed at his lips.
Images of their earlier tumble in the snow and the foreign and yet comforting
closeness flood Kouyou's mind and he realizes his palms have become sweaty but
he can’t remember when that happened. But they’re definitely sweaty from sudden
nervousness, the same nervousness he sees reflected on Akira’s face as he lets
the controller slip to the floor and slides even closer, his shaking hand
reaching to touch Kouyou's bare calf.
Akira himself is not sure why he does that- possibly to steady himself as he
leans over Kouyou, on his knees. It's a fleeting touch but it sends sparks
through both of them, leaving them gasping. Hovering closer, Akira's lips are
parted and dried by hot puffs of his breath. The same breath Kouyou can
suddenly feel on his neck, on his jaw, higher to his ear, getting closer but
not quite daring to find his mouth.
Instead Akira's hand darts to the dark hair on Kouyou's neck, tangling, pulling
him too up on his knees. He's shaking, they both are, and Kouyou is the first
to muster the courage to bring their lips together and kisses Akira. The first
touch is uncertain, barely there. He does it again, eyes closed, kissing
Akira's lips one at the time, stopping to breathe, repeating. Akira's grip on
his hair is making him dizzy but it's encouraging at the same time because he's
not sure what he's doing.
Judging by Akira's shaky hands along his sides, going up to his shoulder blades
and clutching, it seems he's managing a pretty decent job. Gently biting
Akira’s lower lip and sucking it into his mouth seems to be even better because
Akira groans and grasps tightly on his waist line, slipping hands under his t-
shirt. Kouyou leans even closer, opening his mouth as Akira's tongue licks at
the seam of his lips, slipping tentatively inside. Tongues touch and moans
blend.
They stop for a minute, pressing their foreheads together. Akira brushes his
palms over Kouyou's back, lifting his t-shirt up, revealing Kouyou’s heaving
belly to his hungry eyes, then chest, before he slips it over Kouyou’s head ,
maddeningly slow, cotton and palms caressing every part of Kouyou’s skin along
their way; shoulders, arms, hands. Akira's hands are back to his neck and a
light kiss is pressed to Kouyou's mouth. He pulls on Akira’s shirt, slightly
more hurried, leaving Akira to toss it away as he leans to place a kiss on his
collar bone.
Akira grasps his hand and helps him climb on the couch. He straddles his
thighs, eyes glinting as he pulls Kouyou's hands above his head and starts
raining small, hot, wet kisses down his lips, chin, jaw, neck, pausing to take
in the look of bliss on Kouyou's face.
His lips trail lower to Kouyou’s collar bone and chest, tentatively hovering
over one nipple. The tip of his tongue circles the pink skin around it. Images
of women in porn movies twisting up and moaning while the same thing is done to
them. He should have expected it, of course. But actually seeing Kouyou's back
raise from the couch after he bites his nipple is ten thousand times better-
for Kouyou too because he's being pulled up by his hair and kissed until they
both are at a loss of breath.
" We should have played this game a little sooner. I bet there are countless
girls you treated to this!" Kouyou breathes into his mouth. He mock-pouts and
licks his lip teasingly
Embarrassed, Akira shuts him up with another kiss and suddenly he's pressing
heavily on top of Kouyou, feeling Kouyou’s heartbeats in his own chest and he's
dizzier with each new breath. Kouyou's hands are on his back, sliding lower,
lower to his hips as far as they can reach, then back up. Suddenly he grinds
his hips up and they both moan feeling each other's hardness.
Kouyou grins and shoves his hands inside Akira's slacks, squeezing his ass with
a lecherous grin on his lips, pleasantly surprised by the lack of underwear.
"Did you plan all of this then?" he teases. "Or you were out of clean
boxers!!!" His laughter is unbearably exciting, despite the fact that the
latter reason is actually true but it would take Akira years and years before
he admits it.
Instead he blushes furiously and tries to mask it all by boldly mirroring
Kouyou's undressing talents.
Kouyou gasps surprised as powerful hands lift his hips so pants and boxers can
be slowly removed.
"Aki...." he moans, tilting his head back, pleasure from Akira's hands on him
overwhelming. Akira moans and licks a wet line up his throat, around his ear.
Neither of them realised before that breathing could be so difficult, their
balance precarious while they're toeing off the last of the clothes between
them.
The first touch, skin on skin, tingles everywhere, and it feels suffocating,
legs tangled, chests breathing the same air, arms coiled, and god, their cocks,
touching. It feels better than anything they have tried so far and moving
tentatively against each other proves to be a little too much for Akira who
mewls- no shame left.
Kouyou slides his hands on Akiras hips, starting a rhythm which Akira picks up
with ease, getting lost in the intimacy of their skin, his head bent back,
groaning low. Kouyou watches him fascinated and slides one hand in his bleached
hair, pulls him closer, whispering into his ear:
"You're the hottest motherfucking thing I have ever seen in my life!"
Akira laughs and bites Kouyou's shoulder in reprimand, hard enough to leave a
mark and it's Kouyou's turn to get lost in the haze of pleasure.
There's not much time left for joking or teasing though because the end feels
ridiculously close for both, their hips lose a beat and it's just sweat slick
bodies sliding to meet their desire.
They both need a moment to get their breathing and heartbeats under control.
Akira leans forward to the coffee table and picks some tissues to clean their
bellies. He's still shaking, both from his orgasm and the unexpected way that
orgasm had been delivered, so he ends up spreading their come on the back of
his hand too- Kouyou catches his wrist before he manages to wipe it off and
slowly licks it away.
"Fuck, Kou, where did you...." Akira becomes a little flustered again, but
stops Kouyou before he gets an answer in with a "wait, I don't wanna know"
gesture. The opened mouthed kiss he receives is enough to make him consider
finding out what else has Kouyou been keeping from him.
End Notes
     Birthday present for my darling Nina!
     OTP for the win!!! It's as canon as you can get, and you probably
     read it all before, but since I am never bored of this scenario, I
     wrote own my version:D I hope you enjoy!
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