A/N: To be honest, I don't know how this story looks from outside eyes. I didn't have any of my editors handy to point out any mistakes, and I didn't have anyone around who read/watched Gravitation to tell me if they got it. I had to stick to using pronouns a lot so not to ruin the surprise - did it get confusing? So, why don't you read my little one shot aaaaand...tell me what you thought? Thank you!
Peppermint Sin
He kept telling himself it would never happen again. He told himself once, twice, thrice, and again that it was only a mistake. A stupid, stupid mistake that did not deserve to be voiced, for it was so very miniscule. Yet...he knew this was the guilt talking, and he knew that he was trying to hide behind sweet, candy-coated lies to protect himself, and his best friend. His unbelievable best friend who did not suspect a damn thing...
Sometimes, he wanted stand up and to scream at him: "Don't you get it?! Don't you see the way we are together?? You have to notice that hunger in his eyes when he looks at me! Please, yell at me - scream at me! Hit me, hurt me - do something to make everything all right again!"
But his friend would go on smiling...and he would continue to nod...and die everytime he realized that his best friend in the world did not suspect a goddamn thing.
So he would keep telling himself that it would never happen again, and that there were no feelings between them - and there were none. It was just sex. It was just physical touch. There was nothing between them.
He could hear his own voice echo in the deepest, darkest catacombs of his mind say..."So what? You're still fucking him."
Those large, creamy hands burned his flesh like white fire. They grazed down his shoulders and carressed his arms as tender kisses were placed along the side of his neck. His shirt or towel - tonight, a towel, still damp from his useless cold shower - would cascade off of his body as those fiery hands undressed him slowly, lovingly.
A kiss was placed between his shoulder blades, and he felt a shiver shake him up and down his spinal chord. He would go rigid, then soft again as he felt his face turned toward his midnight lover. Hot breath that smelled like peppermint toothpaste kissed his cheek as he was asked -
"Do you want me to rock in you 'til you cum, Hiro-kun?"
To which he would reply - always with that same breathless gasp:
"Yes...Eiri-San..."