Title: One week with Eiri and Shuichi
Chapter: 1/7
Genre: romance, humor, drama, smut
Warnings: coarse language
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except for the plot.
Author's notes: It's been a while since I wrote a multiple chaptered story, but here it is! I do like Johnny Depp, hehe.
CHAPTER ONE
Monday: Yuki is jealous
"What do you want for dinner?"
Shuichi looked up from his pile of paper. Yuki stood in the living room, looking as yummy as ever and asked him what to eat for dinner. Something was wrong with that sentence. Yuki never asks for anything, Shuichi frowned. "Eh …"
Yuki rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest. "I was planning on making some Italian pasta, you up for it?"
"Sure," Shuichi nodded, relaxing a little. "Oh, uh, Yuki? You know about Bad Luck's tour through Japan right?"
"How could I forget?" Yuki stated dryly.
"We'll be gone for an entire month," Shuichi continued quietly.
"So?"
"Are you going to miss me?"
Yuki snorted and walked into the kitchen. "Shut up and finish your lyrics you brat, otherwise your manager will threaten to shoot you if you don't have them finished by tomorrow."
Shuichi smiled to himself. I'll miss you too, Yuki.
Half an hour later, Yuki dragged Shuichi into the kitchen for dinner. The blond was watching him, and it made Shuichi squirm in his seat, but he ignored it. "Dinner's good," he said instead.
"Of course, I wouldn't let you eat something that isn't good, and God knows that your cooking is crap."
"At least it isn't your fault. After all, you tried to teach me once, remember?"
"How could I forget that disastrous day?" Yuki raised an eyebrow. "You couldn't cook if your life depended on it."
"I know." Shuichi smiled slightly. Even if Yuki sounded insulting, Shuichi had learned how to interpret the things the handsome novelist said, so he took most of the blonde's insults with a grain of salt.
"Do you want dessert?"
"What do you have?"
"Chocolate ice cream, your favorite."
Yuki had remembered what ice cream Shuichi favored. It made his heart melt into a puddle of goo, but he knew Yuki wouldn't appreciate it if he hung all over him, so he refrained himself from leaping into Yuki's lap. Instead, Shuichi nodded, handing his empty plate to his lover.
Shuichi had grown up since they began their relationship, and Yuki noticed. Though the singer still had his moments of extreme childishness, he had mostly grown out of it. Yuki took out the ice cream and two spoons, handing one spoon to Shuichi and an ice cream bucket.
"Why don't we take this to the living room?" Shuichi suggested.
"Maybe because I don't want ice cream stains on my carpet?" Yuki answered. Shuichi just looked at him and Yuki sighed. "Fine, whatever, we'll go into the living room."
Shuichi smiled brightly and skipped over to the living room, and dropped onto the couch. "Can we watch a movie too?"
Yuki raised an eyebrow. "You want to watch a movie while eating ice cream?" He rolled his eyes. "Fine."
"Can you turn off the lights as well?"
Yuki sighed and turned off the lights. The only light that entered the dark room was the light from the street lights outside. Shuichi was smiling from ear to ear and took the remote control, turning the TV on. "What movie shall we watch?"
"Nothing that has anything to do with Sakuma Ryuichi or Nittle Grasper," Yuki drawled, uncapping the ice cream bucket.
"OK." Shuichi hopped off the couch and approached the TV. He opened the cabinet under the TV and looked at the row of DVDs that Yuki owned. The man had a fascinating collection, though he was ready to deny anything if you called him on it. There weren't any romantic DVD's, but that suited Shuichi fine. He knew which one he wanted to watch.
He grinned as he took out three DVDs. "Pirates of the Caribbean."
Yuki groaned and stuffed his spoon into his mouth. "Why?"
"Because," Shuichi said. "And that way we can learn a bit of English."
"God knows you need it."
"Why do you always have to insult me, Yuki?" Shuichi asked as he popped the DVD inside the DVD player and returned back to the couch where he picked up his spoon.
"It's merely the truth," Yuki said with a knowing look.
"Yes, well, you can be a little more subtle with your insults." Shuichi rolled his eyes and dipped the spoon into the ice cream bucket. "Johnny Depp is hot in this movie."
Yuki glanced at him from the corner of his eye and exhaled slowly. "Oh, really? I don't see what's so special about him. He's old, a chain smoker and wears make-up."
"Exactly," Shuichi nodded. "Besides he doesn't look his age at all. I heard he's in his forties, but he doesn't have a wrinkle, and with all that smoking …"
"And you told me to quit smoking because of premature aging?" Yuki snorted. "Obviously that isn't always the case."
"He just has this bad boy attitude that attracts me," Shuichi continued.
"Oh really?" Yuki growled irritably.
"Yeah. Orlando is hot too, but not really my type."
"If you like him so much, why don't you date him?" Yuki grumbled sourly.
"He's already in a relationship. With a woman."
"Well, I'm sure that if you dress up as a woman, he wouldn't see the difference," Yuki sneered.
"Are you calling me effeminate?" Shuichi asked, barely keeping his laughter in check.
"Yes," Yuki snarled. "Now shut up, the movie's starting."
*
"Oh," Shuichi moaned. "He's so hot." He bit his lip, eyes fixed on the TV where captain Jack Sparrow was in a conversation with Will Turner.
Yuki gave him a disgusted look and grumpily looked the other way. They had gotten rid of their ice cream at some point, and now Shuichi was making soft erotic sounds whenever Johnny appeared on screen.
Yuki felt more and more agitated, witnessing his lover lusting over some American actor he could never have. Although Shuichi would never know, he had bought those DVDs because Shuichi liked them so much. Now he knew why.
"Could you stop lusting after that American and watch the damn movie?" Yuki snapped.
"Oh, come on, admit it. Johnny Depp is hot," Shuichi grinned. "Just look at him for God's sake."
"I'd rather look at that girl," Yuki drawled, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Do you think she's pretty?"
"Pretty enough," Yuki smirked.
Shuichi rolled his eyes. "Of course."
"She's British, isn't she?"
"Just like Orlando Bloom," Shuichi nodded. "Don't you think he's pretty as well?"
"I'd rather have the girl."
"Well, what guy is good enough to look at then?" Shuichi demanded, turning towards the blond.
Yuki shrugged. "Does it matter?"
"It's just a question. Oh, look! There's Johnny again," Shuichi smiled and eagerly turned his attention back to the TV. Yuki just scowled and also turned his attention back to the movie.
*
"Could you stop drooling every time Mr. Raccoon is on-screen?" Yuki asked in annoyance. "It's getting irritating and you'll get drool-stains on my carpet."
"I'm not drooling, that man is just sex on legs," Shuichi answered dreamily.
"He's straight, and you don't stand a chance anyway," Yuki said.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Shuichi huffed, turning towards his lover. "I stood a chance with you too, remember? I thought you were unreachable, but I still have you, don't I?"
Yuki raised an eyebrow. "That doesn't mean you can pine after some American idiot. If you were that much into drag queens, you should have gotten together with one."
Shuichi rolled his eyes at the snarky blond. "You're just jealous."
"Why would I be jealous?"
"Because he has half the world laying at his feet, women swooning over him … You get my point, right?"
"I have half the world lying at my feet too, and I have women swooning over me. And a very effeminate little boy who likes to cross-dress," Eiri huffed.
"That was only twice, OK?" Shuichi looked up at the blond with a smirk. He loved it to wind the novelist up like that.
"Whatever. I did like the sailor outfit better," Yuki smirked.
"Oh, do you want me to dress like that again while you take me?"
"Let's just watch the movie, sissy-boy, maybe that chick can get me hard beforehand."
"Yuki! And you call me obsessed with Johnny, when you're obviously eying that woman?"
"Exactly, now shut it and watch the goddamn movie."