Trust 3
The trip to the coast was silent. Shuichi got more anxious. He loved Yuki. Loved him with all his being, but he was always feeling on the edge of losing him. It upset his stomach, worrying about what it was that Yuki had wanted to tell him.
"Can't you tell me now," he asked, an almost whiny tone in his voice.
"No." Yuki said it coldly, watching the road, trying not to think about how he was going to explain to Shuichi what he needed to. It would be so simple. Call me Eiri. My name is Eiri. It just involved crossing over to trusting Shuichi, to showing him his real face, his heart. It was a great deal different being able to be the cold one, the impeccable prince, writer extraordinaire, something less and more than human. "Be quite, Shuichi."
"I wish we were still in the elevator," Shuichi pouted, sticking his arm out the window to catch the air as they went around the corner. Yuki was driving too fast, but that wasn't anything unusual.
"It would be nice if it were always easy and sweaty," Yuki said, kicking himself for the sting in his words.
Shuichi looked down at his bare knees, rubbed the edge of one shoe against the other and thought about the practice he was missing for this. "Why did you bring me, if I just irritate you, uh? It's been like this for the last month. Stop being mean, uh? If you're building up to tell me something I don't wanna hear, just do it."
One hand on the wheel, Yuki ran his other hand through blond hair. This had been so much easier, hugging Tohma even. "I don't understand why this has got to be so hard. Shuichi, I don't want to hurt you."
Sighing, Shuichi lay the seat back and stared at the sky. "Like you didn't mean to be driving a 102? Yuki, I love you."
"I know you do," Yuki said, turning off the main road, heading towards NG Record's beach house.
Suddenly it felt more relaxed off the main road, on the rougher gravel road, just the two of them. Or maybe it was that Shuichi had said he loved him, yet again. "I love you too, Shindou Shuichi."
"You do?" Shuichi sat up, tripping the lever on the seat so quickly that the seat almost smacked him into the dashboard. "Say it again, Yuki! Tell me you love me again!"
Yuki looked at him out of the corner of his eyes, but pulled the car up beside the beach house and cut the lights. There in the dark they sat, Shuichi vibrating in his seat, Yuki shivering deep inside so that it didn't show. "I love you, baka."
"Yuki!" Shuichi said, launching himself across the small foreign car. Yuki opened the door and let Shuichi almost sail right out the door, but at the very last moment he caught his floating lover and pulled him close, holding him like a bride in his arms as he stepped out of the car, Shuichi's arms around his neck. "Say it again, Yuki!"
"Don't call me that and be quiet, Shiuchi, just for another moment, please."
"Sure," Shuichi said, leaning back a little, so violet eyes could look into golden eyes, "You sure you'd okay?"
"I saw the therapist today." Yuki set Shuichi down on his feet and walked away as he drew the key from his jacket pocket.
"So you're okay, right? You don't have to take any more medications, right?" Shuichi followed along hands shoved in the pocket of his shorts. He wanted to sexual tension back that they'd had in the elevator. He wanted anything but this drain on his feelings. Without warning, Yuki rounding on him, leaving the door unopened and caught him by the shirt, pulling him close, until they were nose to nose.
"My name is Eiri. That's my first name. Don't call me Yuki anymore. You're too important to me. My name is Eiri, Shuichi."
Shuichi tilted his head just a little, their eyes still locked. "Eiri," he whispered, leaning closer. Lips to lips, familiar lips, and yet completely brand new. His breath fluttered in his throat .. his chest and he rose up on the balls of his feet, one arm going around Eiri's back. "Eiri. I love you, Eiri."
Coming Next. Lemon.
The trip to the coast was silent. Shuichi got more anxious. He loved Yuki. Loved him with all his being, but he was always feeling on the edge of losing him. It upset his stomach, worrying about what it was that Yuki had wanted to tell him.
"Can't you tell me now," he asked, an almost whiny tone in his voice.
"No." Yuki said it coldly, watching the road, trying not to think about how he was going to explain to Shuichi what he needed to. It would be so simple. Call me Eiri. My name is Eiri. It just involved crossing over to trusting Shuichi, to showing him his real face, his heart. It was a great deal different being able to be the cold one, the impeccable prince, writer extraordinaire, something less and more than human. "Be quite, Shuichi."
"I wish we were still in the elevator," Shuichi pouted, sticking his arm out the window to catch the air as they went around the corner. Yuki was driving too fast, but that wasn't anything unusual.
"It would be nice if it were always easy and sweaty," Yuki said, kicking himself for the sting in his words.
Shuichi looked down at his bare knees, rubbed the edge of one shoe against the other and thought about the practice he was missing for this. "Why did you bring me, if I just irritate you, uh? It's been like this for the last month. Stop being mean, uh? If you're building up to tell me something I don't wanna hear, just do it."
One hand on the wheel, Yuki ran his other hand through blond hair. This had been so much easier, hugging Tohma even. "I don't understand why this has got to be so hard. Shuichi, I don't want to hurt you."
Sighing, Shuichi lay the seat back and stared at the sky. "Like you didn't mean to be driving a 102? Yuki, I love you."
"I know you do," Yuki said, turning off the main road, heading towards NG Record's beach house.
Suddenly it felt more relaxed off the main road, on the rougher gravel road, just the two of them. Or maybe it was that Shuichi had said he loved him, yet again. "I love you too, Shindou Shuichi."
"You do?" Shuichi sat up, tripping the lever on the seat so quickly that the seat almost smacked him into the dashboard. "Say it again, Yuki! Tell me you love me again!"
Yuki looked at him out of the corner of his eyes, but pulled the car up beside the beach house and cut the lights. There in the dark they sat, Shuichi vibrating in his seat, Yuki shivering deep inside so that it didn't show. "I love you, baka."
"Yuki!" Shuichi said, launching himself across the small foreign car. Yuki opened the door and let Shuichi almost sail right out the door, but at the very last moment he caught his floating lover and pulled him close, holding him like a bride in his arms as he stepped out of the car, Shuichi's arms around his neck. "Say it again, Yuki!"
"Don't call me that and be quiet, Shiuchi, just for another moment, please."
"Sure," Shuichi said, leaning back a little, so violet eyes could look into golden eyes, "You sure you'd okay?"
"I saw the therapist today." Yuki set Shuichi down on his feet and walked away as he drew the key from his jacket pocket.
"So you're okay, right? You don't have to take any more medications, right?" Shuichi followed along hands shoved in the pocket of his shorts. He wanted to sexual tension back that they'd had in the elevator. He wanted anything but this drain on his feelings. Without warning, Yuki rounding on him, leaving the door unopened and caught him by the shirt, pulling him close, until they were nose to nose.
"My name is Eiri. That's my first name. Don't call me Yuki anymore. You're too important to me. My name is Eiri, Shuichi."
Shuichi tilted his head just a little, their eyes still locked. "Eiri," he whispered, leaning closer. Lips to lips, familiar lips, and yet completely brand new. His breath fluttered in his throat .. his chest and he rose up on the balls of his feet, one arm going around Eiri's back. "Eiri. I love you, Eiri."
Coming Next. Lemon.