leiko_tsukiko (leiko_tsukiko) wrote in 1single_sin,

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Miyavi/Uruha ff

Story Title: Untitled (if anyone can think of a good title let me know please...)
Author: Leiko_Tsukiko
Author email or journal: leiko_tsukiko
Band/Group/Musician(s): Miyavi/Uruha(Gazette)
Rating: PGish
Summary: He woke up on the bathroom floor. As he tried to sit up the previous night came back in a swirling, alcoholic rush. Oh god, he was still at Uruha’s place.
Contents: alcohol
Disclaimer: no character mentioned in this story belongs to me... this is just the workings of my mind...

He woke up on the bathroom floor. Where was he? As he tried to sit up the previous night came back in a swirling, alcoholic rush. He curled up on the floor again with his back to wall, knees to his chest, head in his hands. Oh god, he was still at Uruha’s place. He didn’t want to think about it, but god, his head hurt. Why did he get so drunk? Did he really kiss Uruha last night? Uruha must have been really drunk as well; what would he have done had he been sober? he thought, as he remember the confused look on the other man’s face. Stupid, Miyavi, really stupid.

Uruha slowly pushed the bathroom door open. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yea, I’m fine,” Miyavi replied finding it hard to look up at his friend. “About last night…”

“Don’t worry about it.” Uruha replied before Miyavi could finish his apologies, and reached down to help the brunette up. He couldn’t look him in the eyes as he stood. He felt dizzy and grabbed onto Uruha briefly for support. Uruha put his arm around his back to help him steady himself.

“I’m alright now.” Miyavi said and pulled away. Uruha just nodded and headed out of the bathroom. Reluctantly he followed Uruha out of the bathroom heading for the kitchen, afraid of how the apartment probably looked. Apparently Uruha had cleaned up a bit behind Miyavi; there was no evidence left of Miyavi’s embarrassing show. “Would you like some coffee?” he offered his guest as Miyavi sat down at the small table.

“Oh god do I need it.” Miyavi’s head was still spinning and he had a headache, not only from the alcohol but the memories as well. He put his head in his hands and closed his eyes as Uruha began making the coffee.

“Am I beautiful?” Uruha turned around to face the person asking, shutting the door to his apartment quickly. Miyavi had a look of lust for the beautiful guitarist in front of him. Uruha was speechless; ‘was this just the alcohol talking or did Miyavi really have a thing for him?’ Slowly Miyavi was making his way over to the beautiful blonde in front of him, Uruha’s back was leaning against the door with nowhere to go. Every step seemed to go by so slowly as he watched the man advance. ‘What was he going to do?’ Uruha thought.

“Afraid you might fall down if you step away from the door, Uruha?” Miyavi had that adorable smirk on his face. Uruha pushed himself away from the door and let out a silent sigh. He had thought Miyavi was going to try and kiss him.

A noise brought the two of them back to reality. “Coffee’s done I think.” Uruha set down two cups on the table and sat beside the hung-over brunette. Miyavi looked up and thanked his host. He doesn’t really look hung-over at all, Miyavi noticed. It was still early in the morning because the sun wasn’t even up yet. Miyavi wondered how long he had been unconscious. Thank god they both had the day off. A silence fell between them as they sipped their coffee.

Both men were sitting on the couch watching TV. Uruha unnoticing had his arm along the back of the couch behind Miyavi, but the other man had noticed. “So what do you want to watch?” Uruha looked over at the brunette beside him.

‘I’m more interested in you,’ Miyavi wanted to say but thought against voicing how he really felt. Uruha had looked so scared earlier when Miyavi had wanted to kiss him. “I don’t care. It’s up to you.”

“We could do something else if you like,” Uruha offered.

‘He left that way too open,’ Miyavi thought. “Like what? It’s what, four in the morning or something?”

“You’re the one that wanted to come back to my place. So what do you want to do?”

‘I thought that was pretty obvious.’ “I’ve just never been here, that’s all. And beside, I know my place is boring, at least it’s a new environment.”

“So you thought being bored over here was better than being bored at your place?”

‘We don’t have to be bored. I can think of a few things I’d like to do.’ “I guess,” Miyavi shrugged.

Uruha let out a sigh and started to get up. “Would you like something to eat maybe?”
“Sure.” Miyavi smiled.

‘He has such an addicting smile,’ Uruha thought as his gaze caught that of the other man’s.

‘What was he thinking about?’

And here he was staring at Uruha again. “Are you finished?” Uruha got up and acted like he didn’t notice. Miyavi didn’t even realize he was staring until Uruha looked back at him, his eyes full of questioning. He blinked and tried to free his mind of his thoughts. Miyavi really wished he knew what the other man was thinking.

“So what time is it now anyway?” Miyavi asked.

Uruha looked at the clock on the wall behind him. “About 5:30 in the morning.” They really should try and get some sleep. “Would you like me to take you home?”

“Would you mind if I stayed?” Miyavi didn’t really feel like bothering the other man. “I could sleep for awhile on the couch.”

As Uruha started to crawl into bed he wondered why he had agreed to let Miyavi stay the night on the couch. He felt suddenly awkward around his friend, like the man was lusting after him. Uruha was unsure of what he really wanted. Why did he drink coffee before going to bed? Now he knew he wasn't going to fall asleep.

They ordered from one of the take-out places and sat back to wait for their meal to arrive. It was early enough that some places were actually open for the businessmen and whoever else got up this early to go to work. It didn't take too long to arrive.

"You know, I don't remember the last time I was up in time to get breakfast," Miyavi mused sitting down on the couch. Uruha came to sit beside him.

"Probably the last time you had an interview really early or had to get to the recording studio because you were behind on recording your newest release..." Uruha let it trail off.

"I bet you know from experience then."

Both men continued talking about how they were really grateful that they had the day off and what each wanted to do with it. Miyavi couldn't help but notice how cute Uruha's smile was; his lips were so soft looking.

Uruha was saying something that never made it to Miyavi’s ears. He looked up into the blonde’s eyes. Before Uruha could even finish what he was saying, Miyavi leaned forward and pressed his lips to the other man’s. “Miyavi…” Uruha’s voice broke him from his trance as he pulled away. Suddenly Miyavi felt sick.

Even though the coffee made him feel a little better, not so nauseous, it was now keeping him alert, which Miyavi regretted. He lay on the couch thinking about everything that happened last night. Uruha also seemed really distracted earlier. Maybe he was just tired, Miyavi thought, hoping that he wasn’t bothered by what had happened.

Uruha finished cleaning up a bit and went to the bathroom to check on his friend. Miyavi was still unconscious but looked peaceful enough lying on his side, so he just left him alone. He wasn’t even able to fully understand what had just happened moments before. ‘It had to be the alcohol,’ Uruha thought. ‘Miyavi had never shown interest in him before.’

Uruha got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom; he just couldn’t fall asleep. He decided to take a shower. He wanted to clear his head.

Miyavi shifted on the couch. There was no way he could fall asleep; his mind was racing. He thought about just getting up when he heard a noise coming from the bedroom. If Uruha was awake, then he wouldn’t worry about trying to fall asleep either. Was Uruha taking a shower? He really shouldn’t think about that. He needed a distraction, so he turned on the TV.

When Uruha got out of the shower he heard the TV on. So Miyavi couldn’t sleep either, he thought. He wandered out of the bedroom moments later after throwing on some comfortable clothes and sat down on the couch beside the brunette. “I guess it was a bad idea fixing coffee then,” Miyavi just nodded to Uruha’s statement as Uruha sat down beside him. It was awkwardly silent, both men wondering what the other was thinking.
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