Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation, and I never got it for my birthday. Jeez. When I said crush my hopes I didn't really mean it. Hmph.

Sorry about the last chapter being so short, but I just didn't want to ruin it by adding more. Please don't kill me! XD

Before Reading Look At These!

(Not that you didn't do it in the last chapters, but I thought I'd say it again for good measure.)

Things written like this are normal. Duh.

'Like this are thoughts,'

And like this: are chats.

Okay. Forward, Read!

Chapter Three

Today was turning out to be an amazing day, despite Suguru Fujisaki's previous disappointments. I mean, how could it not when an amazingly sexy read-headed angel was practically making out with you. Okay so that's an exaggeration. They weren't making out. Only a little kiss, but who cares? Suguru certainly didn't.

The teen felt Hiro's lips pull away and his eyes opened for the third time that day.

"Suguru." Hiro looked uncertain and embarrassed. "I- I don't know what to say. I'm sorry. I didn't mean— if you don't want— I mean— what I'm trying to—"

"Hiro." Suguru interrupted. "Why did you stop?"

He hoped that Hiro would get the hint, as it wasn't even a subtle one. He wasn't disappointed. Hiro's face seemed to light up as he realized what Suguru meant. Carefully he leaned forward and pushed his lips against the young synth player's.

As Suguru wrapped his arms around Hiro's neck, he felt himself pushed backwards, falling back onto the couch cushions. Hiro leaning over top of him, hands running down his chest but he pulled away when they reached the hem of his shirt. Suguru looked up at the guitarist, confusion written plainly across his face.

"Suguru— Are you okay with this? You can say no if you want to, because I don't want you to feel pressured or anythi—" Suguru cut him off by placing a finger to his own lips and shaking his head.

"Hiro. Please." He began. "You don't know how bad I've wanted to say something to you about just how bad I wanted this. So stop stalling and asking me if I'm okay. Believe me, I've been waiting for this for so long."

He would have continued for longer, but a look of pure longing covered Hiro's face and he leaned up to kiss him instead. It was a chaste, sweet kiss. Not like Hiro's deep, passionate one, but it was all Suguru was capable of, this being his first real kiss. He was, however, capable of responding passionately when Hiro deepened the kiss, his mouth opening quickly when he felt Hiro's tongue run along his lip.

When they broke apart for air, Hiro's head dropped down next to Suguru's head. The young teen gasped when he felt Hiro nip his ear and whisper, "I've been waiting for this too." Hiro then continued down to his neck, placing quick kisses and sharp nips along it. Suguru could do nothing but grasp Hiro's hair and let out occasional moans of pleasure.

When Hiro's lips found their way back up to the young synth player's lips, his hands roamed instead. Finding their way back down to Suguru's shirt hem, they slowly trailed up the skin underneath. The teen responded by roaming over Hiro's back with his own hands. Hiro's hands found Suguru's nipple and pinched it lightly before slowly circling it. The guitarist couldn't help but smile inwardly when the teen beneath him gasped into the kiss. Slowly, he trailed across Suguru's chest and treated the other side to the same pleasure.

Without thought, Suguru's hands started to undo Hiro's belt. He paused, a smirk on his face, at the look of shock on Hiro's face and leaned upward for another kiss. Hiro needed no further encouragement. Quickly he wrapped his arms around Suguru's waist, whose own hands blindly undid the belt and were about to unzip Hiro's skin-tight jeans when a knock on the door resounded through the apartment's silence.

Both musicians stopped, looking towards the entranceway, straining to hear through the door. A slight hum came to their ears and they knew Shuichi and K were probably back to check on Suguru's condition. 'What the hell!' Suguru thought to himself when Hiro got up to answer the door. He saw the guitarist buckle his belt back up and straighten his shirt of the newly acquired wrinkles. 'You don't just leave a person sitting there after you start making out with them and go to answer the door!'

Angrily, he jumped up and stalked over to his bedroom. As he heard the front door open, he slammed his own door shut. Suguru could hear muffled voices on the other side of the door but he didn't care. He was upset. 'How could he do that? Doesn't he even care about me? He didn't even look back at me or anything! I should have known better! I shouldn't have let myself fall in love with him to begin wit—' Suguru gasped in surprise at himself. 'Did I just say love? Oh my god, I think I am in love with him… I don't want to be in love him! No, no, no ,no, no, NO!'

A feeling in his chest that had been present since Hiro had gone to answer the door, suddenly surfaced, and it tore his heart into pieces. He was in love with Hiro. Nothing he could do about that. Vaguely, Suguru registered Shuichi and Hiro laughing in his living room. Moving to the edge of his bed, the young teen sat down, barely breathing, barely moving. And slowly tears streamed down his face as he thought, 'He never cared about me.'

Suguru's barriers fell down as his mind buckled and the tears started flowing. Falling back onto his bed, he grabbed his pillow to muffle the sound of his tears. He knew that he loved Hiro. He couldn't help it, no matter how much he wished he could stop himself. Letting out a soft cry, Suguru cried himself close to sleep. Right before he fell into the safety net of darkness, two things registered in his mind:

He had let someone into his heart…

And they had broken it.

A/N: Aww. That sad. I wonder what's going to happen next?

Hey! Don't kill me! I've been winging it this entire time. Plot? What is that? I just go with what I feel.