Hey everyone. I know I really shouldn't start another fic, but I just had
to. These two are just so cute together!
Title: Hold Me Tonight
Pairing: Suguru/Hiro
Warnings: Yaoi (m/m relationship), minor language, masterbation, and sex.
Archive: sure, I just want to know where.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just use them. Don't sue me. It'll be a waste of your time.
Now on with the story!
Chapter 1: I need your touch
April 6
How long has it been? Two years? It doesn't seem like it's been that long.
I still remember the first time I saw him...
I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. He was like a...god? Yeah, I suppose so.
Everything he did hypnotized me. It still does.
The way he moves, when he plays his guitar.
The passionate look he gets on his face when he talks about something that matters to him.
I wish I could be the cause of that look.
Just for once.
I want to be the one to make him smile. I want to make him laugh.
I've rarely ever seen a smile on his face. A true smile. I think he just pretends.
It makes me sad. I want to make him happy. I don't think I can. I can't even make myself happy.
I've really screwed things up haven't I?
I always do. Oh look, now I'm crying. How pathetic. I wonder what he would say if he saw me now. Would he laugh? No, he wouldn't. I know that.
He is too kind.
If he is so kind, why is he breaking me heart? Why won't he let me move on?
Hell, even I know that answer. He doesn't know. If he did..? I don't think he'd laugh or make fun of me. He'd probably let me down nicely.
"I'm sorry Suguru, but I don't feel the same. I'm not into other guys."
I can just see it now.
My life would be ruined.
Wait...it already is. It was ruined the day I let myself fall.
I've been falling ever since. I need him to catch me. To hold me close. To whisper in me ear, that he feels the same. That he loves..no!
I won't even let myself think it. It'll never be possible.
He has Ayaka-san. He loves her.
There is no room for a freak like me.
I'll be fine though.
One day, I'll be able to look at him, without feeling myself fall in love all over again.
I wait eagerly for that day.
~*~*~*~
Suguru Fujisaki closed his Journal, and tucked it into the side of his suit case. He wiped away his tears and walked up to the mirror and looked at his reflection.
"Oh, how pitiful. Look at me, I'm a mess." He said to himself. "He'll be back soon. I can't let him see me like this."
Suguru walked back to his suitcase and pulled out his pajamas. Then he walked solemnly to the hotel bathroom. He closed and locked the door then leaned against it. 'Why? Why did this happen to me? He'll never think of me as anything more than a kid. His bandmate. Never his...' He let that thought trail off. He unhurriedly undressed and turned on the shower. Once it was the right temperature he stepped in.
The hot water cascaded down his body, caressing parts of him, he hadn't allowed anyone to touch before. Thoughts of Hiro came unbidden to his mind. He closed his eyes and imagined Hiro in the shower with him. Holding him close. Trailing kisses down his neck, and across his chest.
Suguru's hands began to imitate the things he wanted Hiro to do to him. He slid his hand across his chest, and he roughly pinched his nipple, imagining it was Hiro's mouth. His hand trailed lower until it got to his engorged length. He wrapped his fingers around it and began rubbing.
A moan came unbidden, and he bit his lower lip to keep quiet. Images of Hiro passed through his mind and he stroked faster and harder. His hips began to buck, and he felt his climax coming. He bit harder on his lip to keep any sounds from coming.
His other hand went between his legs, and he fingered his tight, opening. He quickly slipped his finger inside until he found his prostate. He gently prodded it and that was it. He came, and his seed splattered the other wall.
Suguru collapsed against the wall and buried his head in his hands and began crying. The whole thing had left him feeling lost and empty. Even worse than he had felt before.
When the tears passed he stood up shakily, and finished his shower. When he was done he turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel. He dried off and got dressed. He stepped out of the bathroom running his hand through his still wet hair.
"Hey Fujisaki! What took you so long? I've been waiting. It's not like you're the only person in Japan who stinks and needs a shower!" He heard Shuichi's normal obnoxious voice call out. He looked up, and saw him and Hiro sitting on one of the beds looking through a manga.
"I didn't know you were back yet. Shindou-san. Gomen." He said watching Hiro. He looked up and gave him a small smile. Suguru felt his heart flutter.
Shuichi walked past him into the bathroom. As soon as the door was closed Hiro turned back to him.
"Suguru, are you alright?" He asked concernedly.
"Hai, I'm fine. Why?" Suguru asked, refusing to look Hiro in the eye.
"You never let Shuichi talk to you like that, and your eyes are kind of red and puffy. You look like you've been crying." Suguru felt his throat tighten.
"Thank you for your concern, but I assure you I am alright."
Hiro got up and walked over to where Suguru was standing. "Are you?" He made him look him in the eye. "Are you really alright?"
Hiro could see the pain behind those brown depths. He was so close. If Suguru only leaned forward a few inches there lips would meet and..Suguru quickly looked elsewhere. "What is bothering you?"
"Nothing." Suguru said firmly. He pulled away from Hiro, before he could see the tears welling up in his eyes.
"I'm tired now. I'm going to bed." Suguru said, hoping to end the conversation. If he stayed that close to Hiro for much longer, he was sure he'd do something he'd regret. "I'll see you in the morning."
'Why do you do this to me, Hiro? Why can't you see what you do?'
TBC
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Review please. Tell me what you think. I need to know if you like it if I'm going to continue. No flames, but constructive criticism is always welcome.
If anyone, except Shadoe, knows what significance April 6th holds, I'll write a fic, especially for them, with any pairing they want.
Title: Hold Me Tonight
Pairing: Suguru/Hiro
Warnings: Yaoi (m/m relationship), minor language, masterbation, and sex.
Archive: sure, I just want to know where.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just use them. Don't sue me. It'll be a waste of your time.
Now on with the story!
Chapter 1: I need your touch
April 6
How long has it been? Two years? It doesn't seem like it's been that long.
I still remember the first time I saw him...
I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. He was like a...god? Yeah, I suppose so.
Everything he did hypnotized me. It still does.
The way he moves, when he plays his guitar.
The passionate look he gets on his face when he talks about something that matters to him.
I wish I could be the cause of that look.
Just for once.
I want to be the one to make him smile. I want to make him laugh.
I've rarely ever seen a smile on his face. A true smile. I think he just pretends.
It makes me sad. I want to make him happy. I don't think I can. I can't even make myself happy.
I've really screwed things up haven't I?
I always do. Oh look, now I'm crying. How pathetic. I wonder what he would say if he saw me now. Would he laugh? No, he wouldn't. I know that.
He is too kind.
If he is so kind, why is he breaking me heart? Why won't he let me move on?
Hell, even I know that answer. He doesn't know. If he did..? I don't think he'd laugh or make fun of me. He'd probably let me down nicely.
"I'm sorry Suguru, but I don't feel the same. I'm not into other guys."
I can just see it now.
My life would be ruined.
Wait...it already is. It was ruined the day I let myself fall.
I've been falling ever since. I need him to catch me. To hold me close. To whisper in me ear, that he feels the same. That he loves..no!
I won't even let myself think it. It'll never be possible.
He has Ayaka-san. He loves her.
There is no room for a freak like me.
I'll be fine though.
One day, I'll be able to look at him, without feeling myself fall in love all over again.
I wait eagerly for that day.
~*~*~*~
Suguru Fujisaki closed his Journal, and tucked it into the side of his suit case. He wiped away his tears and walked up to the mirror and looked at his reflection.
"Oh, how pitiful. Look at me, I'm a mess." He said to himself. "He'll be back soon. I can't let him see me like this."
Suguru walked back to his suitcase and pulled out his pajamas. Then he walked solemnly to the hotel bathroom. He closed and locked the door then leaned against it. 'Why? Why did this happen to me? He'll never think of me as anything more than a kid. His bandmate. Never his...' He let that thought trail off. He unhurriedly undressed and turned on the shower. Once it was the right temperature he stepped in.
The hot water cascaded down his body, caressing parts of him, he hadn't allowed anyone to touch before. Thoughts of Hiro came unbidden to his mind. He closed his eyes and imagined Hiro in the shower with him. Holding him close. Trailing kisses down his neck, and across his chest.
Suguru's hands began to imitate the things he wanted Hiro to do to him. He slid his hand across his chest, and he roughly pinched his nipple, imagining it was Hiro's mouth. His hand trailed lower until it got to his engorged length. He wrapped his fingers around it and began rubbing.
A moan came unbidden, and he bit his lower lip to keep quiet. Images of Hiro passed through his mind and he stroked faster and harder. His hips began to buck, and he felt his climax coming. He bit harder on his lip to keep any sounds from coming.
His other hand went between his legs, and he fingered his tight, opening. He quickly slipped his finger inside until he found his prostate. He gently prodded it and that was it. He came, and his seed splattered the other wall.
Suguru collapsed against the wall and buried his head in his hands and began crying. The whole thing had left him feeling lost and empty. Even worse than he had felt before.
When the tears passed he stood up shakily, and finished his shower. When he was done he turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel. He dried off and got dressed. He stepped out of the bathroom running his hand through his still wet hair.
"Hey Fujisaki! What took you so long? I've been waiting. It's not like you're the only person in Japan who stinks and needs a shower!" He heard Shuichi's normal obnoxious voice call out. He looked up, and saw him and Hiro sitting on one of the beds looking through a manga.
"I didn't know you were back yet. Shindou-san. Gomen." He said watching Hiro. He looked up and gave him a small smile. Suguru felt his heart flutter.
Shuichi walked past him into the bathroom. As soon as the door was closed Hiro turned back to him.
"Suguru, are you alright?" He asked concernedly.
"Hai, I'm fine. Why?" Suguru asked, refusing to look Hiro in the eye.
"You never let Shuichi talk to you like that, and your eyes are kind of red and puffy. You look like you've been crying." Suguru felt his throat tighten.
"Thank you for your concern, but I assure you I am alright."
Hiro got up and walked over to where Suguru was standing. "Are you?" He made him look him in the eye. "Are you really alright?"
Hiro could see the pain behind those brown depths. He was so close. If Suguru only leaned forward a few inches there lips would meet and..Suguru quickly looked elsewhere. "What is bothering you?"
"Nothing." Suguru said firmly. He pulled away from Hiro, before he could see the tears welling up in his eyes.
"I'm tired now. I'm going to bed." Suguru said, hoping to end the conversation. If he stayed that close to Hiro for much longer, he was sure he'd do something he'd regret. "I'll see you in the morning."
'Why do you do this to me, Hiro? Why can't you see what you do?'
TBC
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Review please. Tell me what you think. I need to know if you like it if I'm going to continue. No flames, but constructive criticism is always welcome.
If anyone, except Shadoe, knows what significance April 6th holds, I'll write a fic, especially for them, with any pairing they want.