First of SummerChapter(s):
1/1Author: xxshamisen Genre:
Everything written here came from my imagination. Plus I don't own any of the boys
though I wish I did xD
.Summary: This night sky makes city lights shine like diamonds.
“I wish this lasts forever.”
That he whispered softly against the blond’s ear, the latter responding with nothing but a content sigh and a tighter hold on the other’s chest. Aoi’s plush lips curved into a small sigh and draw Uruha closer to him, closer to his chest, closer to his heart. The younger man obliged and finally rested his head against his lover’s chest, observing the steady rhythm of its rise and fall. A small chuckle escaped Aoi’s lips this time, no doubt tickled by the soft yet spiky strands of Uruha’s hair.
Nights like these were rare – a break from their long and tiring schedules in which they are required to attend various photoshoots, interviews, and other whatnot just to lie through their teeth and their looks, simply for their passion – music – to be recognized. A magnificent reward for such a small price, but then again, perhaps they’re used to it. The costumes, the make-up, the fallacies just seemed to have blended with who they are. At first it appalled them of all the pretension, but somewhere along the way they had to accept it. They had to.
But tonight there weren’t any shiny and intricate garments to clothe their skinny bodies, no make-up to veil their tired and lacklustre faces. They were bare, they were real, they were together. And they decided that under this starlit night sky, it was only them who mattered. It was them who owned the world, not the fame, not the fortune, and most certainly not the glory. And a tender brush of the lips was more than enough to say that they were ready to go anywhere, to do anything, as long as they were with each other.
How cliché, Aoi had thought, that of all places they had to stop by, it had to be at a hill with the perfect view of the city; the lit windows of Tokyo skyscrapers glistening like diamonds against the velvet-black heavens as a background. Uruha was most certainly not the romantic one of the couple, so for all he knew a place like this wouldn’t be that appealing. But the blond never failed to surprise him. Another proof that even the silliest dreams for the simplest of people do come true.
Feather-light touches gently grazed along Uruha’s arm in an assuring manner, making him stir a little and look up, finding Aoi’s still smiling face. The smile spread to his plush lips as well as he shifted upward, this time levelling himself to the other man. With that he nuzzled close to Aoi’s face, taking in the trace of the perfume that he wore, the hair products that he used, and that distinct scent that only the dark haired man gave off. Uruha chuckled. He never realized how observant he’s become. Aoi only quirked a brow at the soft laughter and placed a kiss on the blond’s forehead.
Hours back they strolled around the bright city of Tokyo, with nothing but the clothes that they wore and the guitars that hung on their backs. Like a couple of guitar-playing beggars, as Uruha had eloquently put it. They didn’t need any kind of transportation, simply the company of each other, the silly conversations, and the skilled riffs that they made echo along the way was more than sufficient for the all too sudden voyage.
As they lay down on the cool grass, both watched silently as the stars and the city lights shimmer before their eyes. The night was undeniably beautiful. And it was still young.