Arghhh!! It's late, and I want to do at least two chapters!! It is a huge injustice that my family and my professors will not accept something as important as writing pointless smut as an excuse for ignoring insignificant details like "family wellbeing" and "grade point average". The heathens.
Ryomarox, Acherona, The Dreamers of Dreams, and lelalemon understand (that's why they reviewed)
Warning: This chapter's forecast is overcast with a 100 chance of sappiness.
Still don't own Gravitation, but I'm willing to trade some very heavy textbooks for it.
Shuichi approached the apartment with heavy feet. He was tired, he was depressed, and he wanted to go home. The apartment was not home. Home was wherever Yuki was. Without Yuki in it the apartment was just a box of furniture.
He stepped inside and flipped the light switch, nothing, great the bulb had burned out. Well it would have to stay out until Yuki came back, because Shuichi couldn't reach the hallway light fixture even standing on a chair. He decided that it was fine, darkness suited his mood better anyway.
He thought about watching some TV and decided against it. Right now, all he wanted was to crawl into bed and become comatose for the next eight hours. Maybe he would dream about Yuki.
In the bedroom, he found one of Yuki's shirts tossed over the end of the bed. He put it on and was immediately surrounded by the smell of cigarettes, musk, leather office chair and one other scent that was earthy and delicious and belonged only to Yuki. It relaxed him and he smiled a little smile as he slipped beneath the covers and gave himself over to sleep.
Shuichi did not know it but Eiri had left that shirt there on purpose, hoping that his brat would wear it to bed. He lay back on the hotel pillows picturing Shu in his shirt. The cuffs hanging down well below his fingertips and the hem not quite showing his knees. He wanted Shuichi's nose to be full of his scent when sleep took him, so that in his dreams Eiri's would be the only face he could see.
Less than twenty four hours and he already missed the little pink idiot, so much that he couldn't sleep. When he had gotten back to his room, the first thing he had done was checked online to see how Shu's day had gone, to make sure he was safe. Like he was going to be gone for one day, and somebody was gonna grab the brat, Eiri snorted. Damn he wanted to be home.
Shuichi slept on, and Eiri didn't.