Untitled, Miyav/Rose

It's short and I took forever. ^^;
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Miyavi wasn’t too surprised to find J lounging on his couch when he got home. The tall older japanse just sat there with a cigarette dangling from the corner of his lip, his weary eyes focused and not so focused on his lover as Miyavi strolled over to where he sat. For the most part he looked worn out.

Once seated beside the rock god Miyavi stretches out as best as he can placing his head in J’s lap, his eyes are fixed to J’s grim expression. He opens his mouth to speak but J beats him to it.

“How long you’ve been seeing the Korean blonde?” J asked as he exhales.

“It was only last night. I swear.” Miyavi murmurs.

“But you care for him.” J states.

“He’s my friend.”

“What is he now?”

“My friend.”

“And me?”

Miyavi bites down on his bottom lip pretending to think about his answer but he already knows. He knew the minute he kissed Rose what J would be to him for now on. “My friend.”

“Your friend?” J repeated removing the butt of his cigarette from his lips and flicking it off to some unknown place in Miyavi’s apartment. He stares at the younger man, taking in his face. “Do you love me, Miyavi?” He asks, his eyes staying trained to that of the other man’s.

“As much as I love my guitar and more.” Miyavi answers. “But I have to do what’s right for me and you’re not it.” The bluntness on the other man’s tone didn’t surprise J at all. He was used to Miyavi. So used to him it would be hard to let him go.

“I can change.” J tried.

Miyavi brought his hands up and places them the best way that he could on J’s face.

“Huh-uh, I wouldn’t want you to. Not for me. It’ll be a lie.” He pulls J’s face down towards his own, their lips so near yet so far apart as Miyavi continues to speak, “I need to be by myself anyways.” I’m always by myself anyways. Miyavi thought bitterly.

“It’s your decision kid.” J said with a shrug, his tobacco twanged breath disturbing Miyavi‘s nostrils for a moment.

“So what now? You just leave me here?” Miyavi asks not really sure that he wanted J to leave him physically.

“I would but you’ve managed to put my legs to sleep.” J smiles as he says this.

Miyavi grins ruefully at the other man before giving him a raspberry, his spit landing somewhere on J’s chin, lips and cheek.

“Brat.”

“Ol' man.” Miyavi retorts still grinning as J‘s lips come down to claim his.

‘I’ma miss you. Both of you.’ Miyavi thought as he gave into the kiss.

J released him after what seemed like forever. The two stared but spoke nothing else. They could have sex. Like a good bye sort of thing but that was just too cheesy. It was better this way.

Miyavi removed himself from J's legs plopping back down on the couch once J had gotten up completely.

"Later kid." J gruffed over his shoulder.

"Yeah, later."

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Rose never two way paged him.

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