Hello! Here is Chapter 3 of Overlap!
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Shuichi hung up the phone and gave a small squeal. Yuki had asked him on a date! Wait…was it a date? It sure seemed like one. But what if Yuki wanted to meet Shuichi so that he could tell him to leave him alone? Maybe he didn't want anything to do with Shuichi.
The singer was way beyond confused. What did all this mean? Why else would Yuki want to meet him at the park? Shuichi had no idea.
The pinked-haired boy let out a sigh. He would just have to wait and see what this was all about tomorrow. Shuichi trotted off to his room to change into his pajamas. He put on blue shorts and a white tea shirt that, like most of his clothes, it was a few sizes too large for him.
Shuichi didn't know what to do. It was only seven and he was sure that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep if he went to bed now. Instead he stretched out on the couch and turned on the TV. There wasn't much on, but eventually Shuichi came across an older romance movie. He wouldn't normally have watched something like this, but for some reason, it reminded him of Yuki.
A few hours later Shuichi woke up. He must have drifted off at some point during the movie. The summer heat was uncomfortable, and Shuichi had a hard time falling sleep again, though he wasn't entirely sure if it was due to the temperature, or the thoughts that were coursing through his mind. Yuki was all that he could think about. He needed to see him. He could hardly wait for morning to finally come. It was like a little kid waiting for Christmas morning to arrive.
**
Yuki couldn't believe what he had just asked. What was he thinking? Why was he acting so strange lately? It was all because of that little pink headed twerp. How could he have suggested something as stupid as meeting in a place as public as a park? If anyone from the media got as much as a whiff of this, Yuki would be in some big trouble.
The writer stood up and made his way into his bedroom. He was tired and wanted nothing more than to fall asleep and never wake up. He was sick of dealing with the media and the press, why couldn't they just leave him alone and let him live his life? It was pointless and Yuki knew it. The writer would never be able to do something as bold as date a younger man, without attracting huge amounts of unwanted attention. Would Shuichi understand this? Would he stay with Yuki if he knew that he would be under constant surveillance? Yuki prayed that he would, but at the same time he knew that it would be better for Shuichi to just forget about him. Forget about everything that had happened in the past few days, and continue living his life.
The blond man changed into his pajama pants and sat down on the edge of the bed. It was too warm for a shirt tonight. Yuki walked over to the window and opened it. The room was filled with the distant sounds of traffic. He took a breath of fresh air and turned to his bed. What would he and Shuichi talk about the next day? Would they discuss Shuichi's recent employment at NG Studios or maybe talk about Yuki's writing? The man wasn't sure, and he didn't really care, so long as he got to see Shuichi.
**
Shuichi nearly threw himself out of bed when he woke the next morning. The first thing that he thought about was Eiri Yuki. Today he would get to see him again. He could hardly contain all the excitement that had built up over the course of the night. Shuichi skipped over to his closet so that he could start getting ready. What was he going to wear today? Would he go for something simple, or something a little more refined? Most of his wardrobe was composed of tee shirts, shorts, and hoodies, but Shuichi was able to find some dark jeans and a black, button-up jacket. This would have to do for now. Shuichi dressed quickly and looked into the mirror. His dark clothes caused his bright pink hair to stand out even more than usual.
Once Shuichi was satisfied with the way he looked, he bounded into the kitchen to find something to eat. He wasn't sure what would be the best thing to eat for breakfast. Cereal, Toast, maybe just some rice. Shuichi finally decided to have a bowl of strawberries with cream and a sprinkling of powdered sugar. The singer paid special attention to what he was doing so that he wouldn't spill anything on the outfit that he had spent so much time picking out.
Once he was done eating, Shuichi went to brush his teeth. When he realized that his toothpaste was also strawberry flavored, he started to giggle. Everything was brighter today. The sun seemed to be just a little bit closer and the number of clouds outside seemed a bit smaller than usual. After Shuichi had finished brushing his teeth, he returned to the living room and turned on the TV. He wasn't particularly interested in anything that was on, but he needed to distract himself somehow or he thought that his brain might just melt from the anticipation of seeing Yuki.
It turned out that this idea wasn't very affective. Shuichi had only been flipping through the channels for a few seconds before he heard something that perked his interest. He had hear a familiar name; Eiri Yuki. Shuichi quickly turned back to the previous channel and found a rerun of a daytime talk show. They were discussing a new book that had recently come out, and sitting in the adjacent chair, was Yuki himself. So much for trying to not think about Yuki.
Shuichi's eyes were glued to the screen. He studied every movement, every breath, every word spoken by the blond man. Even on a screen, he was the most beautiful person that Shuichi had ever seen. After a few minutes the interview ended and the program switched to commercials. Shuichi didn't move, he couldn't move. He had almost forgotten how absolutely amazing Yuki was. What was wrong with him?
Once the pink-haired boy had snapped out of his daze he turned off the TV and went into his room. It was already about 11:30. Should he leave now? Yuki had never specified an exact time. Shuichi decided that it was about time to go, better to be early than late.
**
Eiri Yuki had a horrible habit of sleeping through his alarms. He had three of them, and they were all set to go off at 15 minute intervals. Even though he had taken all of these precautions, he still would be able to tune the alarms out and sleep for several more hours. This so happened to be the case this morning. By the time Yuki woke up, it was already 11:00. Shit, would he be able to get to the park by…when was he supposed to be at the park anyway? Yuki couldn't remember ever specifying a time.
Yuki climbed out of bed and headed into the bathroom to take a quick shower. After he was clean, he brushed his teeth and ran a comb through his blond hair. Yuki glanced at the clock hanging on the wall behind him. It was now 11:20. He walked out of the bathroom and over to his closet. It only took the man about 30 seconds to find what he was going to wear; a white button-up shirt and black jeans. The writer made his way into the kitchen next. He still had a little bit of time. It wouldn't hurt to be fashionably late, and Yuki wanted to make sure that he wasn't there before Shuichi.
The writer started the coffee maker and went to the front door to retrieve the newspaper. He sat down on the couch and started skimming through the articles. None of it was of any interest to him. He set the newspaper aside and rested his head on the back of the couch. Why was the world so boring? Nothing important ever happened. It was all just rumors and gossip concerning celebrities and politicians. Surely there must be something worth hearing about going on somewhere in the world.
Yuki sat for a few more minutes before the alarm on his coffee pot went off. He stood up a walked over to the source of the familiar aroma. He pulled out his favorite mug and filled it with the steaming coffee. How long would Shuichi wait for him? It would probably be better to play it safe and head out as soon as possible. Yuki took a couple of drinks of coffee before he cringed and poured it down the drain. What a waist, and that shit was expensive too, almost $30 a pound. The writer placed his mug in the sink and walked over to the closet to garb his coat. It looked relatively nice out, but it was better not to chance it.
**
Shuichi arrived at the park at about 11:45. Was he too late, too early? There was no way to tell. He walked over to one of the benches along the edge of the park and sat down. He had a good view form here and he would be able to easily spot Yuki when he arrived. The sun was shining, it seemed like nice weather. Shuichi inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. The sun warmed his cheeks. Children were playing on the equipment with their mothers surveying closely from the sidelines. Shuichi wondered if he would ever have a family like that. It had been so long since he had anyone to laugh and cry with. He missed his parents, and the small family that he had left wanted nothing to do with him. They all though that his singing career was a waste. They told him to work hard in school and get a real job. But who wanted to spend their life wasting away in an office?
Shuichi glanced at the watch on his wrist. It was almost 12 now. Was he overreacting? Yuki would probably be here any minute. He couldn't have forgotten, he was the one who planned it in the first place. Shuichi sighed. It wouldn't surprise him though if he had forgotten, Yuki didn't seem like the kind of person to give much of his thought to the people around him. But this had to be different. Yuki must like him; why else would he have asked him to come here? Shuichi was working himself into a panic once again.
Shuichi pulled out his cell phone and brought up his contact list. Should he call Yuki? Would he be upset? Shuichi wasn't sure what to do. What if he forgot and slept in, maybe he should remind him. There must have been something important that he wanted to talk about. The singed scrolled to the bottom of the list and selected Yuki's number. He held his cell phone up to his ear and waited for it to ring. When the phone finally started to ring, it was accompanied by another tone. He could hear the ringing in his ear, but he could also hear a cell phone ringing from directly behind him. Shuichi spun around and almost dropped the phone when he saw Yuki standing only a few inches behind him. The pink-haired singer didn't know what to say or do. He just stared up at the man that he had been thinking about for the past, who knew how many hours.
**
Yuki gave a small smirk and flipped his phone open, "Moshi Moshi?" He watched as Shuichi just continued to stare. Yuki could almost see the gears turning in the boy's head as he struggled to work out just exactly what was happening.
The writer flipped his phone shut and dropped it into his pants pocket.
"What a coincidence seeing you here."
"Y-Yuki! You were the one who told me to come!"
Yuki suppressed a chuckle and allowed the boy one quick smile, "Baka, Shuichi."
"YuuuKiiiiiiii!"
"Shuichi stop yelling my name, you'll attract too much attention."
At this Shuichi shut his mouth tight, perhaps he wasn't a total idiot after all.
"But Yuki, you were the one who told me to come here."
Yuki's face was blank. Did Shuichi really believe that their meeting was only a coincidence? "Shuichi, I know. I asked you to come here so that I could discuss some things with you."
Shuichi's cheeks turned a violent shade of red, "Oh…gomen."
The boy moved over to the edge of the bench so that Yuki could sit down.
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Uh, how about you go first?"
"Yukiiiii! You said that you wanted to tell me something, what was it!?!"
Yuki sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "Yah, well… I was just going to tell you that, I'm…um, really sorry to hear about your family situation, and that if you ever need any help with paying for anything, or you know, I you want to talk about something, you can call me."
Shuichi wasn't sure if he heard right, but he sure hoped that he had. "Th-thank you Yuki, but you don't have to worry about me having enough money. My parents left me quite a bit. I should be all set for most of my life, but the talking thing sounds nice. I really do get lonely sometimes; it would be great to have someone to talk to."
"No, problem."
"Yuki…"
"Yah?"
"Are you ok?"
"What? Of course I'm fine, why would you think that I wasn't?"
"Well it's just that your face is really red. I was worried that you might be feeling sick or something."
Yuki turned to look at the boy. His cheeks held the hint of a blush and he was chewing on his bottom lip. He really was cute. Yuki placed his right hand in the side of the boy's face. Shuichi seemed startled, but he didn't pull away. The writer's golden-hazel eyes peered into the singer's deep violet ones. Yuki's heart started to beat faster, he wasn't entirely sure what was happening. No other person had ever made him feel this way before.
The older man moved his hand to the back of Shuichi's neck and pulled the boy's face closer. He could smell the fresh strawberry scent of his breath. He could feel his soft hair brush the back of his hand. Everything was perfect. Yuki closed the distance between them and their lips met.
**
Shuichi was stunned. He didn't
know what to do next. Yuki was KISSING him. Shuichi relaxed and the
kiss deepened. Both men went as long as they possibly could, before
they were forced to break apart for air. Shuichi gazed at Yuki with
large glossy eyes. He didn't know what to say or what to do. Yuki
was looking at Shuichi now. He was examining him, searching for
something. The singer stretched up and wrapped his arms around Yuki's
neck. The blond man gave a small smile before he began to kiss him
again. Shuichi's heart was pounding and his blood was rushing. He
couldn't remember ever being this happy before.
"We should go somewhere else, Shuichi. People are staring," Yuki whispered into the boy's ear.
Shuichi wanted to tell him that he didn't care, that he wanted them to stare, but he didn't have the willpower to argue with Yuki. He gave a nod and untangled himself from around the blonde's neck. Yuki grabbed his hand and led him over to his black car. He opened the passenger door and Shuichi climbed inside. It was a very nice car. The interior smelled of leather and it was very roomy. Yuki shut the door and walked over to the driver's side. He climbed in and started the car. The engine purred to life. Shuichi sat silent with his hands in his lap; he wasn't sure what to say.
Yuki turned to look at the boy and reached over to put his hand on his arm, "Shuichi."
The singer looked up and gave him a reassuring smile.
"Are you sure you're ok Shuichi? I can take you home now if you want."
"No, I uh… I want to be with you Yuki. I don't want to be alone again."
"What do you mean...You want to be with me?" Yuki's heart was pounding. He was extremely nervous as he waited for Shuichi to answer. He wanted Shuichi to want him; he wanted to stay with him.
Shuichi paused for a moment as he tried to understand what he had just said. "I don't want to go back to my house; I want to stay with you. But I also, well, I really like you Yuki! I want to stay with you… and I don't know if you like me the same way, but I was just wondering because you asked me to meet you at the park, and well, I just don't really know!"
"Shut up baka, you talk too much." Yuki leaned forward and pulled Shuichi into another kiss. Shuichi was surprised by Yuki's actions, but extremely happy. He felt like he would be able to sprout wings and fly out of the car, not that he wanted to leave Yuki's car. He really wanted nothing more than to stay there forever with the man that he was in love with.
When the two men finally pulled apart Shuichi was crying. Yuki reached out his hand and brushed his tears away. "It's ok Shuichi. You won't have to be alone."
The two men sat there for several more minutes. It had started to rain outside, and the windows were curtained in a veil of water. Shuichi and Yuki were hidden from the outside world. Nothing else was important then. Shuichi kissed Yuki again. His arm moved up to wrapped around the man's neck and he intertwined his fingers in Yuki's silky blond hair.
Yuki responded by pulling Shuichi closer to him. The kiss became deeper and more passionate. Yuki's tongue brushed over Shuichi's sweet strawberry lips. The boy parted his lips to grant him entrance. The writer's tongue entered Shuichi's mouth and started to explore. Shuichi tried to gain dominance in the kiss, but he soon realized that Yuki wasn't going to allow that to happen. The older man broke their kiss and moved down to plant kisses along Shuichi's jawbone. The pink-haired singer shuddered in pleasure when he felt Yuki nibble at the sensitive spot of his neck.
Yuki pulled away, breathing heavily. "We should go somewhere else."
Shuichi nodded and leaned over to give Yuki one last peck on the lips.
**
Yuki turned around and started to drive in the direction of his apartment. He glanced over at the boy. Shuichi had his hands folded in his lap, and a small smile on his lips. Yuki wondered if he was scared. He would go very slow, let the boy gain confidence, he didn't want to scare him. They pulled into the parking area at Yuki's apartment. The writer parked and turned the engine off. Shuichi turned to look at the blond man. Yuki didn't know what to do. He didn't want to move too fast and scare Shuichi. The singer reached forward and took Yuki's hand. In return, he gave him a small smile and they climbed out of the car.
Yuki wrapped his arm around Shuichi's shoulders and led him into through the front doors of his apartment building and into the elevator. Shuichi clutched the older man's shirt, but Yuki didn't mind, he just held the boy tighter. He was obviously scared, or nervous, or both, and Yuki was worried about him. When the elevator doors opened Yuki placed a small kiss on the top of Shuichi's head and took his hand. They entered the writer's apartment and Yuki brought Shuichi over to sit on the couch. They just sat there for a few minutes, side by side. Shuichi finally spoke.
"Yuki, is it ok… that I'm here? You seem unsure about something."
"It's fine. I brought you here after all. I was just wondering if you were fine with being here, you don't have to stay you know, I can drop you off at home."
"No, I want to stay."
"Good," Yuki brought his face close to Shuichi and placed a small kiss on his soft lips. Shuichi's blush deepened, and he pressed his lips harder against Yuki's. Both of their tongues slipped out of their mouth and started to explore the other's. The older man slipped one hand under the boy's shirt. He was surprised to feel Shuichi shaking. Was he scared? He removed his hand and lifted Shuichi's face up so he could see it better. The singer had tears in his eyes. Yuki let go of the boy's face and sat up. Shuichi looked confused and dazed.
"You're not ready for this Shuichi."
"Y-Yuki, please. I'm just nervous, I'll be fine."
"No, Shuichi." Yuki pulled the pink-haired boy into his lap and wrapped his arm around him. Shuichi's breathing started to slow and he stopped shaking. Yuki wanted nothing more than to hold the boy forever; he had no desire to let him go.
"Yuki?"
"Yah?"
"Can I stay here tonight? I m-mean, it's getting late and I d--"
"Stay with me Shuichi."
"Ok"
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Thank You for reading Ch. 3!
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I originally wanted this chapter to have a lemon scene, but I just couldn't do it. My brain died on me. But I promise that this story will have at least one lemon before it is over! I'm also having issues with typing too much… I guess I'll have to work on that.
I'll try to have the next chapter up in no more than two weeks, but with final exams coming up in school, I'm not sure how fast my updates will be.
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