Disclaimer: I really don't own either Gravitation or the names of Terry Pratchett's books.
Sakuma Ryuichi was his god.
The young Uesugi smiled wearily and gazed at his lover who was snuffling next to him already in deep sleep.
He ran his fingers through messy hair and, though he was exhausted too, reached to lick few sweat drops off of his koibito's neck.t's book
He was going to fall asleep any minute now… But waiting for sleep to come, he let his thoughts wander once again to Nittle Graspers ex-singer. That man was really able to perform miracles.
Sakuma-san's powerful voice was clearly a gift from angels and his success in movie business some kind of a divine sign. He wondered a bit, in a merry haze of a tired human being, why he hadn't realized all that right from the start. It might have saved him from many unshed tears of pain. Then again, it might've not.
But still, he owed so much to Sakuma-san, for without his assistance the house would have had to endure yet another night of yelling.
The movie soundtrack he had bought had kept Shuichi silent THREE WHOLE HOURS (well, except for a few humming parts, but Eiri was quite able to ignore them) and for once Eiri had had the peace which he required for finishing his novel.
And when he finally had come to inform Shuichi he was NOW able to do whatever goddamn he pleased, the boy had dragged him to their bedroom and given Eiri the blowjob of his life.
Uesugi Eiri still didn't grasp what it was that made the ex-Grasper so immensely popular. But he was almost willing to worship the ground Sakuma-san was walking.