Summery: SuguruXHiro Christmas fic (late-ish). Suguru's alone on Christmas Eve until Hiro comes to the rescue!

Genre: romance (shounen-ai .)

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Ppl, if i owned Gravitation, it would be ALL about Suguru XD ...i wish. it belongs to the amazing Murakami Maki~

~Christmas Wish~

"Dammit," cursed the teen under his breath as he wrapped his jacket tighter around his small frame.

The snow fell gracefully outside the window of the Bad Luck studio. The entire NG building was empty this Christmas Eve, save for one young synthesis shivering over his board.

'Maybe I shouldn't have come to work today…but, then again, I have nothing else better to do,' he contemplated, thinking back to this morning when his parents had announce they winning of cruise tickets. '"Couples getaway" my ass!' a thunderous sneeze blocked his train of thought.

After getting a tissue outfrom his bag lying on the floor beside him, ridding his nose of the remaining green goo, discarding it, and finally replacing pale fingers over waiting keys, beeping interrupted his silent concentration.

Grumbling, he reached back down to his bag to retrieve his ordinary black flip-phone. Clearing his throat, he answered, "Hello?"

"Hey, Fujisaki," a melodious voice replied at the other end, "it's Hiro."

"Nakano-san?" Odd. Suguru could have sworn he overheard Hiro tell Shuichi that he and Ayaka had were meeting today.

"Yeah, um, I was just wondering…whatcha doin'?" Hiro sounded out of character and unsure, which got Suguru curious.

"I'm at the studio." Suguru instantly regretted how lame he sounded, spending Christmas Eve—their day off—alone at work, but it was too late to take his words back.

"Mind if I join you?"

Suguru was taken aback by his bandmate's request. "Uh, sure—I mean—of course!"

"Thanks. See you in a few." –Click-

Suguru stood in shock; phone still pressed to his ear, as he replayed the conversation he just had a few dozen times.

The shy adolescent never mentioned it to anyone—well, except the absolutely secret red frog doll he kept hidden under his bed—that he has always had a thing for his older bandmate. He wasn't exactly sure what these feelings were, but something about that flowing red hair, those soulful eyes, his kind action, and that drop-dead gorgeous bod (at least in his…and about a million others' opinion, anyways) that had always caught his attention. And spending Christmas Eve with this sex god had become one of his recent late-night fantasies. It just usually involved a bed, candles, mistletoe, and no clothes. Now that's a present!

As Suguru's mind decided to take a trip down the gutter, the devil himself entered the room.

Staring at the back of a certain someone's head, Hiro cleared his throat to receive our little synthesis's attention.

Suguru turned around to face the gorgeous guitarist's face fast enough to receive whiplash.

"H-h-hey, Nakano-san!" he welcomed, cheeks now flushed; embarrassed to be caught off-guard by the very person he had been daydreaming about.

Hiro chuckled and pulled up a nearby chair to face the synth. After making himself at home, the guitarist stared at Suguru, making him that much more self conscious.

"So…" in an attempt to break the awkward silence that had consumed the studio, Suguru asked, "didn't you have a date with Ayaka-san?" Still searching for a good spot to place his attention, unable to the gaze he felt were bearing holes into his body. And not in a completely bad way.

"Nah. We just broke up," Hiro replied matter-of-fact-ly.

"Oh." Suguru felt somewhat hopeful. Then ashamed."I'm sorry." But he still couldn't understand why anyone would ever want to breakup with someone as wonderful as Hiro.

"Don't be." Suguru had a feeling there was some hidden message within those words, but quickly lost it. "It hasn't been working out lately, so we decided it'd be best to just be friends." Hiro finally lessened his intense gaze by scratching the back of his head and changing to a lighter subject, "So, Fujisaki, did you have anything you really wanted for Christmas?"

"Not really," 'just you.' But Suguru knew his Christmas wish wasn't come true this year.

After some mindless ramble that the two would most likely forget about in the morning as Suguru continued to tinker with his board, Hiro finally asked Suguru if he'd rather hang out at the new house he had moved into. It took Suguru to realize he wasn't in another one of his daydreams before giving an enthusiastic reply.

Within thirty minutes, Suguru found himself sitting on the couch of Hiro's newly bought, two-bedroom home. Hiro had already given him a tour of the place. It wasn't too big, but not too small: a living room, kitchen, bathroom, a bedroom and the other bedroom was being used as a music room.

"Would you like to watch a movie?" Hiro asked, returning from a kitchen with a bottle of water for his guest.

"Sure." Suguru wiggled in his seat, feeling out of place. It was like actually being in one of his hundreds of fantasies.

As Hiro set up the movie, Suguru couldn't help but wonder how he could be so calm. He had just broken up with his girlfriend, who he had been dating for months. His thoughts were once again interrupted by the plopping of the body joining him on the small sofa.

Throughout the movie Suguru was too busy panicking to focus. Far too busy to notice the pair of hungry eyes traveling his flushed face and lithe body.

Somewhere towards the end of the movie, Suguru's eyes began to droop, announcing his time for bed. But he could go to sleep just yet. He wanted to wait till the movie was over at least so he could spend a little more time in this dream.

Hiro noticed the teen's exhaustion and was granted a brilliant idea.

One the credits came scrolling down the screen, Suguru got up off his warm seat. "Yawn, I guess it's time for me to go home. See you—"as he took a step towards the door, an unexpected grip curled around his thin wrist.

"It's pretty late. I think you should just stay the night." Without waiting for a reply, Hiro walked through the hall and toward the bedroom, still towing his small bandmate by the wrist.

Suguru was far too tired to observe his situation. He already knew his parents wouldn't mind if he spent the night. Arriving at the bedroom, something told Suguru to look up.

"You have a mistletoe hanging above your bedroom door." It wasn't a question; the Christmas decor hanging above was obvious.

"Hm, guess you're right," Hiro mindlessly replied as he opened the bedroom door, when he was struck by another idea. "Y'know, we shouldn't neglect tradition."

Hiro turned to Suguru, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He used his grip on the teen's wrist to his advantage and pulled the weaker body to his chest.

"Huh?" Sudden contact woke Suguru from his sleepy haze.

Hiro's hand let go of the wrist only to wrap around Suguru's thin waist, while the other cradled the back of the latter's head.

'Huh? What is Hiro talking about? Bedroom? Mistletoe? Tradition? ...Oh crap—'When Suguru finally registered what Hiro had in mind, his lips were captured by skilled ones.

At first the inexperienced teen was stiff, never having kissed before—not that he was never considered unbelievably adorable to others, he was just difficult to communicate with—and had no clue what he should be doing.

Luckily, Hiro wasn't the type to give up so easily and patiently waited, lips still pressed to a human statue.

Soon enough, Suguru relaxed and started to kiss back. Tentively at first, then hungrily, opening his mouth for the scorching tongue licking and pleading for entrance. He quickly became addicted to the sweet taste of Hiro.

Too caught up in the moment, it had just become apparent that the two fevered figured had somehow managed to make their way onto the soft bed with Suguru straddling Hiro, who was leaning back, propped up by his elbows.

Hiro hadn't expected the bold reaction of the usually reserved boy. But the fingers tangled in his hair and clumsy yet passionate kisses only made him even more excited.

"Mmmm…" Suguru pulled back to take a much needed breath.

Hiro looked up, taking in the wondrous sight of the panting teen. Swollen and moist lips, attractively flushed face, and lust filled gazed, Hiro didn't doubt the feeling that this had to be the most beautiful sight he had seen in his entire life.

Dammit! All coherent thought thrown out the open bedroom door, the heated guitarist flipped the teen onto the bed, climbed on top, and recaptured those sinful lips into another smoldering kiss.

Tempation overrunning their minds, all unneeded and nonessential clothes were soon discarded.

A/N: SRRY! no lemon cuz i will probably suk so bad at it that id rather not attempt! use ur imagination! ....now plz go read pt.2 :)