The Mattress Manuscripts
By: bakayaro onna
Summary: A series of very short ficlets - some silly, some serious - starring Eiri and Shuichi, and featuring a mattress.
Story Ten: Tabloid Scandals
See story one, "Coconuts", for author notes about these writing exercises.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation in any way, shape or form.
Tabloid Scandals
A story from The Mattress Manuscripts
Word Count: 543
Started: 7/1/07
Completed: 1/26/2009
Grinning like idiots, the two naked men sat gingerly on their rumpled bed, assessing the damage covering their temporarily satiated bodies.
"Sorry about the bruise to your cheek, lover-man," Shuichi said contritely.
When it came to their passionate love for each other, they were no less than completely fervent about their physical relationship.
"My fault for not noticing your boney elbow coming toward me," said Eiri, gingerly touching his face.
When their jobs invariably forced them to be apart for months at a time, or even for just a week, they were starved for each other when finally brought back together.
"I think you had other 'things' on your mind at the time," chirped Shu, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
In the early years, they had torn at each other like ravenous gluttons, ripping cloth, skin and hair as they mauled, lacerated and mangled each other to their first exquisite release from carnal torture.
"I can see the tabloids now," the blond exclaimed with a soft chuckle. "Celebrated writer assaulted when caught in lover's tryst!"
Unsurprisingly, the accrued bodily harm from this reuniting collision of flesh would completely incapacitate them for a few days after the initial encounter.
"Drunken singer thrashes innocent paramour!" laughed Shuichi, gently caressing and kissing his lover's raw wrists and ankles.
Unintentionally crippling each other due to their exuberance, thus being unable to fuck almost constantly, was unacceptable for famished and insatiable male beasts.
"Distraught celeb-bratty wails, 'I was abducted by aliens and experimented on against my will!'" snickered the writer, pointing to and brushing his fingers over the numerous hand-shaped bruises covering his lover's arms, torso, thighs and hips.
Logically, they knew this behavior kept them from eating their fill of each other; however their attempts to control themselves, even now, years later, met with only limited success. They just could not help it; their desire for each other over-rode their common sense.
"I am carrying Bigfoot's love child! No - quintuplets!" exclaimed Shuichi, falling over onto his back in a fit of giggles then wincing at the impact.
After too many times when their clients actually DID show up to work right after a tour - hobbling in, looking like they had been run over by multiple bullet trains, being distracted, exhausted and useless during meetings and interviews - their employment representatives had finally wised up. The companies put their collective heads together and made accommodation clauses to their employees' contracts. The adjustments now included a few weeks off after each long tour and a few days break after a short tour.
"Scandal! Over-rated male vocalist sleeping with acclaimed male novelist," murmured Eiri, shakily crawling over to his supine lover, wrapping himself around his beloved's warm and pliant body and tucking his head under Shu's chin.
The contracts did not get into specifics, however it was understood the time off allowed their clients to screw themselves senseless and provide a reasonable amount of time to heal and recuperate before returning to work - refreshed, energized and ready to give their all to their vocations.
"JRock singer hopelessly addicted to rare drug - no cure..." Shuichi whispered into the blond hair, draping his arms and legs over his lover just as mutual lethargy pulled the contented men into slumber.
A/N: This started off as two separate stories but then I realized they were part of the same storyline and put them together.