And in a year of absence, I am back… Hopefully someone still reads these.
Chapter 7: Strawberries and Cream
Sleek fingers roamed the keyboard, soft and fast key strokes could be heard only in that particular precinct of the house. No lights around him, just the dim screen of the laptop shinning on his face and glaring against his metallic framed eyeglasses.
Three coffee mugs and countless cigarette butts accumulated on the far right corner of his desk, as he reached for the half empty mug and the one cigarette that lied almost forgotten on the ashtray.
He was on a roll, as must people would say. His juices were flowing. Outside he could hear the rain hitting the window, it was early morning and he had crawled out of bed in the middle of the night because a random hit of inspiration had struck him out of nowhere.
The problematic of a love triangle was playing an ominous part on his new book, and he wasn't about to let all this inspiration go to waste.
More soft strokes on the keys, another sip of that coffee and a cigarette being put down.
A look to his peripheral and he could see a shadow running past the door, yet he didn't feel the obnoxious brat make unnecessary sounds, just the light swift of his feet against the recently polished wooden floor.
Kitchen doors lightly being closed, and that little angelical voice of him humming.
A smile tried to creep it's way into the gorgeous features of the writer, but he pried it off as soon as he felt the threat.
Sleek fingers continued to type, he wasn't stopping.
He heard a light knock on the door but paid no attention to it, and just like that the smell of strawberries took over his studio.
"Yuki," his voice nothing more than a faint whisper.
The blonde author let out a grunt as a reply, eyes fixated on the screen and fingers still working on his novel, like hell he would let the little fluffball distract him from doing this scene, this was all he needed to reach the so awaited climax of his book. After that everything else would come with ease and he would be done before he knew.
Soft and light steps could be heard on the carpeted floor of the studio, a small weight shift on his chair and wet lips met his temple as little hands placed yet another cup of coffee on top of his desk.
He knew what this meant, this was the 'I'm leaving to band practice, enjoy the rest of the day' kind of greet that this brat had accustomed him since they fixed things. He didn't care for it, neither did he hate whenever this ridiculous lover of his decided to do these kind of things. It felt nice to be a bit spoiled by someone other than Touma.
And just like that, the little singer tip toed his way out of the office, closing the door shut with such skill he didn't even realize that the kid was gone if it weren't for the fact that his studio no longer smelled like strawberries.
Lover? Never in the life of Eiri Yuki would he have ever bothered to call someone his lover.
Another couple of minutes passed, and with that hours flew by and just like he thought, he was done with his novel.
Glasses tossed by the side of his computer, liberating that perfect nose bridge as soft fingertips rubbed it and his left hand reached for the cup of coffee that the brat had left on his office.
Without hesitation he got up and went to the kitchen, putting the mug on the microwave and walking back to the studio, picking the other mugs up and taking them to the kitchen, placing them in the dishwasher and back to the studio to send the damn manuscript to that annoying editor of his.
"She better be satisfied with this…" He said as he leaned over to his laptop and sent the email attachment, closing the lid and walking back to the kitchen, removing the mug from the microwave and settling himself in the livingroom couch, where a small pillow and blanket laid at the far end of the couch.
#
The recording session was done, and his bandmates were talking about how they couldn't wait to hear the final product of their recordings as he worked on putting everything into that hideous yellow back pack of his.
"On a hurry, aren't we?" his best friend and guitarist said with a smirk on his face.
"Mhm! I have to drop by the bakery to pick up some goods on my way home." Shuuichi said with a grin on his face.
Hiro was amazed at the happiness that had been emanating from the little frontman for the past few weeks, and Suguru, even though he'd never admit, was loving the fact that he was so inspired and determined to do his work instead of slacking as usual.
"Well, I'll tag along. I don't mind driving you home, since it's been raining all damn day." Hiro said as he got up and put on his jacket.
"But you have a bike, Nakano-san." Suguru said as he crossed his legs and took a sip of water.
"I have my car today." Hiroshi said as Shuuichi and Suguru just tilted their heads in curiosity, "Oh, right, I didn't tell you guys, I got a car." The guitarist said smiling sheepishly and scratching the back of his head.
Suguru took a deep breath and stood up, stretched and fixed his clothes into place, "Then I might as well join you today. I have nothing else to do and God knows I don't want to go back to my place to hear of my cousin for a while."
Shuiichi and Hiro giggled, "A road trip to the bakery it is." They both said at unison.
"It shouldn't take long, everything's been ordered by the phone, but I appreciate your company." The owner of pink locks said as he opened the doors of the recording studio and walked out.
As he walked out of the studio he stumbled into a tall, dark haired person.
"Ah, gomen-ne!" He said with a slight bow as the other man just stared at him.
"You should watch where you walk… dickhead."
"I-I'm sorry." Shuuichi said as he looked up and met with the eyes of the lead singer from ASK, Tachi. 'What's his problem?' Shuuichi thought to himself.
"Shuu!" Hiro said as he walks out and sees the other man standing there. "Oh, Tachi… Hi."
The black haired male grunts in disgust and walks away as Suguru walks out of the studio.
"So, where is this bakery?" The keyboardist asks braking the trance in which Shuuchi was left.
"Oh, right! It's right around the corner. Let's go!" Shuuchi said as he skipped through the hallway.
"Things are going that good with Yuki-san, eh?" Hiro asked as Shuuichi just grinned and nodded his head and started skipping towards the exit of the NG building.
"Well, at least he's energetic enough to get the job done… Doesn't hurt to admit that Yuki-san awakes a completely different side of him." Suguru said ending with a sigh and putting his hands in his pockets, following the front man of his band.
#
"Thanks guys!" the little pink haired idiot yelled to the top of his lungs as he waved good bye to his friends and ran inside trying to escape from the rain and rushing towards the door.
Cool amber eyes fixated on the black car that had been outside of the house for a couple of hours, he observed silently from behind the polarized glass of his balcony doors.
Yet another drag at the cigarette and another sip of coffee, he watched as the car's lights flickered on and it slowly pulled out of the parking spot it was occupying. He shrugged it off.
"Probably just another paparazzi," his thought was said aloud as he heard the door bell and walked towards it.
Never would he admit it, but he was kind of glad that the brat had made it home, it was way too quiet in the house and he had become used to the bouncy spirit of his tiny lover.
He opened the door, cigarette in mouth and mug of coffee on the hand that wasn't holding the door open.
"Hiiiiiiiiii!" He said in an awfully high pitched voice, one no one would've ever thought came out of the boy's body.
The blonde writer just shut his eyes close as the pitch resonated in his head, slowly opening one eye and quirking an eyebrow in question.
"Hi…"
"Yuki, Yuki! I bring a surprise!" The energetic boy said as he walked inside of the house, leaving his shoes by the door and bolting to the kitchen, placing bags on the table.
Yuki closed the door and moved to the kitchen, putting his cigarette off on the ashtray. "What's this surprise you're talking about?"
And instead of receiving an answer he received a kiss on the cheek and big seductive eyes. The author couldn't help but to quirk an eyebrow in question once again.
"Weeeeell, first off… Come!" And just like that Shuuichi grabbed the tall and slender author by the hand, pulling him with a force that was quite admirable considering his size, and sitting him down in the couch.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" Yuki asked with curiosity, this wasn't the first time Shuuichi came up with some bizarre idea and he wasn't sure if he could deal with just another one of his crazy ideas.
"Patience," Shuuchi said placing a blindfold over his lover's eyes.
"What the fuck, brat? What are you-" the author was cut off by a soft sleek finger on top of his mouth and a low shush.
"Just trust me, you're going to like it." And just like that he tip toed his way to the kitchen and grabbed the little red box and two desert forks, walking back to where his Yuki was, "No peeking."
"I had no intention of doing so… as crazy as this idea is. You're not planning to poison me with your terrible cooking skills, are you?"
"Yuuuki! You're so mean!" Shuuichi said with a pout and the writer could imagine the way he looked and held back the smirk that was about to crawl into his face.
Shuuichi settled the box on top of the coffee table and opened it, it smelled familiar, very familiar.
With patience he cut a small piece of the cake that was inside of the box and moved close to the writer. "Now, aaahh!" Shuuichi said, motioning his lover to open his mouth.
"I will spit it right back out at you if I don't like it," Yuki said as he moved a bit forward and felt the cold cake touch his palate. He savored it for a couple of seconds and licked his lips, "Cheesecake… New York style… With a hint of lemon…" He said slowly, "More." He demanded as Shuuichi giggled and pleased him with yet another mouthful.
He chewed a bit more, savoring the taste of the cake once more, "Because of the texture I will guess it doesn't have any eggs and was made with powdered sugar…"
Shuuichi was nothing closed to amazed at his lover's knowledge on cheesecake, he had heard many times about his obsession with said desert, so he giggled again.
"Shuu…" Not many times did he called the brat by the petname given by Hiro.
"Yes, my darling?" Shuuichi said sensually, with a smirk on his face.
"There's something missing on this cheesecake."
"Mhm!"
"Where is it?"
"You're going to work for it." The little fluff ball said teasingly, as his lover moved his hand to the blindfold and lifted it up, revealing amber eyes as a dark gold eyebrow raised again in question.
"Where is it?" His voice clear and serious.
"I told you, you're going to have to work for it." The singer said as he covered the red box.
"Have it your way… And here I was thinking that if you behaved you were going to get a spot on my bed tonight." The writer said getting up and leaving the blind fold on the couch.
"Ah! Yukiiiii! You're so mean!" The kid said with yet another pout as the writer turned around.
"Give it up and I might consider it."
Shuuichi turned around and took a whipped cream covered strawberry from on top of the cheesecake and lifted it up with the small for, putting it in front of his mouth and licking the cream off the top, slowly, in a very sensual way.
The hair in the back of Eiri's neck curled, thought he would never admit it openly, that brat knew how to turn him on.
The strawberry was held between those perfect and white teeth as the kid stood up in front of the writer.
"So, this is what you meant when you said I would have to work for it?" He asked as his little partner nodded.
Long hands cupped the sun kissed skin of the singer, bringing it closer to his, as his mouth reached for the strawberry and then a liplock.
After a few seconds the writer pulled away, licking his lips and pulling the lithe body close to his, his mouth less than an inch away from the singer's. "You know, you might've just won that spot on the bed." He said as he kissed his lover once more, this time picking him up and moving into the depth of the apartment for one long night of strawberries and cream.
#
In one of the dark studios on NG a small meeting was being held.
"You were right… He does live with him." A female voice broke the silence, and just there, in the dark you could spot a malicious smirk crawling into thin lips.
"What do you want to do now?" A male voice came from the entrance.
"It's time for us to reach the climax… Shuuichi Shindou is as good as ours." The smirking man said, as his bandmates gave him a doubtful look.
AN: Ah, cliff hangers! Dun dun dun! I should be updating soon, for whoever is reading this. Review! I miss reading reviews! D: