[Kiss Promotion 1/?] Rank: Comfort
Title: Kiss Promotion
Pairing: Urie/Mutsuki
Rating: F for Floof
AO3
Note: Takes place after auction raid.
Summary: They receive comfort in each other: It starts with a hug, a touch, the mutual need to not feel alone. It starts with falling asleep together, fingers entwined. And then there’s a kiss on the cheek. One. Two. More and more until Urie can’t live without them.
My first Mutsurie multichap fic! I will try to update frequently, so here goes nothing ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ
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“It’s painful… being alone. It’s agonizing.”
Mutsuki ducked as a bread roll went sailing overhead, squeaking as said bread roll smashed into the side of Urie’s face instead.
“S-Sorry, Uri–”
“Aha! Got’cha,” Shirazu cheered, but his celebration was cut short when Urie retaliated with a butter knife. Which would have killed Shirazu had it not missed, zooming on by until it clattered against the wall. “You missed!”
“(Intentionally, idiot),” Urie muttered.
Saiko’s plate was empty, having already had seconds, and was now engrossed in her Nintendo DS. She turned her head to Sasaki, who was sitting at the head of the table, looking like his patience was about to snap, “Sassan, can I go to my room now?”
“Wash your plate first.”
“Aw, okay.”
Except tonight was her lucky night. Shirazu took her clean plate and used it as a Frisbee. Urie lunged out of his chair, intercepting it and flinging it right back.
Sasaki’s grip on his fork tightened. “You guys…”
Shirazu was standing on his chair now, “Go long, Urie!”
“Uh-oh,” Mutsuki mumbled, nibbling on a broccoli. This was not going to end well.
“You guys!”
Urie went long. Shirazu braced one foot on the edge of the table and flung the plate with all his might (Saiko had done the smart thing and ran off before Sasaki could make her do any other dishes). It sailed through the dining room and across the living room, Urie keeping his eyes focused on the flying disc as he ran sideways, not quite paying attention to what was ahead of him until it was too late.
He collided into the couch with an oomph; toppling over the edge as the plate shattered against the wall with a loud crash.
Once the last piece of ceramic hit the ground, silence settled.
The silence was short-lived as Shirazu’s chair slipped out from beneath him and he tumbled painfully onto the floor.
Urie’s head popped up from behind the couch. “That’s what you get.”
Mutsuki would have laughed but there was murder in Sasaki’s eyes. Instead, he sighed and finished his food, knowing that training tomorrow was going to suck.
And yet, despite knowing how much tomorrow was going to suck for everyone - Sasaki believed in group punishment (”It builds teamwork!”) - Mutsuki found he didn’t mind so much. He didn’t mind when Shirazu and Urie had their moments that usually meant the whole squad being punished. He didn’t mind when Shirazu complained after dinner about getting stuck doing the dishes with Urie (he complained enough for the both of them). He didn’t mind when their dish washing got interrupted because Shirazu blew bubbles at Urie and then Urie smacked Shirazu and there was a wet floor involved and some slipping and more breaking and Sasaki swearing and– well, you got the picture.
Mutsuki loved moments like these.
He loved walking to his room and seeing Saiko laying on her bed, tablet in one hand and DS in the other. He loved seeing her stop playing to make a tweet, giggling out loud as she did (”Shirazu and Urie in trouble again HAHA”).
He loved getting into his room and hearing Sasaki yell at Shirazu and Urie to stop messing around. He loved the soft mumbles of Sasaki from his room as he made phone calls. He loved hearing the running water from the kitchen, the clanking of dishes as the others put away plates and silverware and cups.
He loved the sound of Shirazu talking to Urie as they passed down the hall, Urie muttering something in response that Mutsuki couldn’t make out from his room.
He loved slipping into warm sweats and an over sized T-shirt as Shirazu’s and Urie’s doors closed and they fumbled around in their rooms.
He loved it all.
But then the silence settled. The darkness crept in. And Mutsuki felt alone in his bed.
He didn’t love that part.
Mutsuki knew he should probably go back to his room and try to force himself to sleep. If he kept his eyes closed long enough, he was bound to pass out.
But after three hours of tossing and turning, he gave up.
But that didn’t explain why he was standing in front of Urie’s door. Urie was probably sleeping by now, and if Mutsuki disturbed him, he’d probably just piss Urie off.
And yet he still stood there, bare feet cold against wooden floors, wondering why he was there to begin with.
Maybe he’d watch some quiet TV in the living room until he got tired. That sounded like a good idea, and he would have done that, would have finally walked away, but then Urie’s door creaked open and Mutsuki muffled a squeak as Urie peered at him through the darkness.
“…Couldn’t sleep?”
Even in the dark, Mutsuki could see the tiredness in Urie’s eyes. Whether it was from lack of sleep himself, or because Mutsuki had disturbed him, he wasn’t sure.
Mutsuki shook his head.
Much to his surprise, Urie stepped aside and opened the door a little wider. Come in, he was saying in his own, quiet way. It made Mutsuki smile, a small, shy one as warmth trickled from his head to his toes, relieved that he wasn’t going to be abandoned there in the hall. Relieved that he wasn’t going to be forced to sit alone on the living room couch, or go back into his room and toss and turn fruitlessly all night.
The door closed behind them with barely a sound.
The covers on Urie’s bed remained unused and still tucked. The only signs that Urie had been on there were the creases and dents, along with his music player and earphones strewn over the pillow.
“D-Did I wake you?” Mutsuki asked, voice quiet as not to wake anyone else up. He gripped one arm, his earlier relief turning into uncertainty. What was he supposed to do now that he was here in Urie’s room?
“No. (I couldn’t sleep either).”
Urie’s desktop hummed. It was still on, but the monitor was dark, the green power light bright. His room was clean as always; hardly any decoration, if none at all. Just the necessities plus his desktop, his own TV and entertainment set, gaming consoles, et cetera. Urie loved technology.
Mutsuki looked everywhere but at his squadmate sitting on his bed, knowing full well that Urie was still staring at him with that same, peering look when he first opened his door. Like he was waiting for Mutsuki, like he was trying to understand Mutsuki.
“So,” Mutsuki swallowed. He licked his lips, fingers falling until they were clutching the bottom of his shirt. He nodded at Urie’s music player. “What were you listening to?”
Please don’t regret me being here. Please don’t make me go, he wanted to say.
Urie’s gaze switched to his music player. For a moment he stared at it, contemplated, thinking, considering. He picked up one of the ear pieces and blinked slowly at Mutsuki. “You can listen.”
Stay, Mutsuki thought Urie said.
Relief.
He shuffled over and sat next to Urie, taking the earpiece extended to him. “Thanks, uh–” This close, for some reason, when Mutsuki lifted his eyes he had an even harder time meeting Urie’s gaze. He fumbled over his words, already forgetting what he wanted to say.
But there wasn’t anything scary about Urie’s face. All of his earlier timidity and uncertainty faded away as they both put an earpiece in. The hours he spent trying to fall asleep, trying to ignore the creeping darkness and the agonizing loneliness - all of it faded away as Urie sifted through his music player, turned on a song, and glanced at Mutsuki as if wondering, Is this okay?
Mutsuki smiled.
Yeah, this was okay.
tbc.
