Title: Room Service
The next day, Shuichi rushed to work after a restless night. However, even though he had been awake for hours, he was still running towards the hotel to make it there in time. As he rushed through the side doors, he ran into the last person her wanted to see – his manager.
"S.. sorry sir. I..."
Before he could even make up an excuse that he hadn't used before, he noticed that his manager, who was normally calmly watching over the everyday ciaos of the hotel, was actually part of the panic today and was too busy to even notice Shuichi.
"How could the order be messed up! Fix it, somebody, anybody! Where have all the waiters gone now? Oi! You, ... you, with the pink hair..."
"Huh?" Shuichi turned around after failing to sneak out to find a tray shoved into his hand.
"Take this to room 327, and make it quick, it's already late!"
"But..." Shuichi wanted to point out that he wasn't a waiter and needed to make it to the bar but his manager had already pushed him into an elevator.
Reaching the right room, he tapped in the door, "Room service."
After no response, he swiped his key card and let himself in, "Hello?"
Stepping slowly into the room, he looked around cautiously for the inhabitant. It was one of the largest suites in the hotel; with a huge living room leading out onto a balcony that over looked the city. The view was amazing but Shuichi had seen it dozens of times before, when he used to work for room service. He grumbled at the thought of returning to his old job, especially now as a barman he got to work with Hiro.
Placing the tray on the breakfast bar, Shuichi walked round the room to the coffee table by the sofa. Hearing the shower running he knew he had some time to kill so he sat himself down, with his eyes instantly drawn to the open laptop in front of him. A document was already opened on it and Shuichi instinctively started reading.
The story was interrupted as the laptop lid was slammed shut. Shuichi's eyes shot up to meet with a familiar glare. The confused emotions that had haunted him all night were now returning. His ears filled with the sound of intense thumping from his heart which could have been caused by the shock of being found snooping, but it was more likely due to the fact that a nicely toned chest was exposed in front of him as the loose shirt was not yet done up.
Hormones ran riot as Shuichi's body instantly reacted to the sight in front of him. Blood rush to his head, making his face glow slightly red and his voice stuttered as he tried to draw his attentions away from the thought running through his head.
"I... I... brought up your breakfast."
Yuki walked over to the breakfast bar and look at the food. It was all perfectly set out and steam was still rising off of the bacon. However, Yuki turned away from it and went to light up a cigarette.
"Why are you still here?"
"Well... I..." Why was he still there? He was suppose to wait to make sure the order was up to the customer's satisfaction and then return back downstairs, but he hadn't moved from his position on the sofa.
"Your writing is really good." Shuichi's tempt to change the subject once again was ignored.
"Do you like writing? I write some stuff too, mostly songs though. I like the thought of touching people with my music. Hopefully one day, me and Hiro will be signed. How about you? Do you let people your work?"
"Are you serious?" Yuki couldn't believe this hid, had he been hibernating for the past few months and not noticed his photograph plastered over bookshops every where?
"Oh, I can understand if you don't like people reading your stuff... I was like that at first, but then once I was singing, everything just came out, and it was such a rush."
"Don't you have any idea who I am?"
"Huh? Should I?"
Yuki looked down at the boy at see his violet eyes staring intensely back up at him. The sparkled with a childhood innocence which showed that there was no way he could be lying... he read had no idea that the person in front of him was a famous novelist.
The blonde haired man was slightly angered at the thought. 'How could anyone be so oblivious to the world around him? Was he really that stupid? How could he not know who I was?'
This line of thought quickly disintegrated as he started to feel slightly refreshed to finally find someone who wasn't just talking to him because of who he was. 'But why is he just staring at me? Is he trying to think where he recognises me from? No... his eyes aren't thinking, they're searching... watching me.'
"What are you staring at?" Shuichi looked away in embarrassment, he hadn't realised how long he had just been looking at the golden eyes in front of him.
Recognising the look he was getting, Yuki turned away, repulsed be they idea of a boy looking at him in that way.
"Just so you know - I'm straight. I have no interest in men."
Shuichi couldn't believe what he had just heard. This bloke was so full of himself that he thought everyone fancied him.
"What? Why would I be interested in you? How could you even suggest that?"
"I've seen that look a million time before." Yuki corned Shuichi and blocked him in by placing his hand on the wall, leaving the young boy with no place to go. His face was so close that Shuichi could feel his warm breath on his own skin, which sent tingles down his spine.
"I... well... I..."
No words would form in his mouth as his heart had jumped into his throat, pounding harder than ever before.
"Are you trying to say that you aren't attracted to me?"
"I..."
Yuki leaned in closer so that his lips were practically touching Shuichi's ear. The next thing Shuichi heard was Yuki's smooth voice softly whispering, "So you don't want me to do this..."
Lowering his head slightly, he gentle kissed the side of Shuichi's neck. The initial shock held Shuichi completely still, his mind trying to take all of this in. The warm lips sent goose-bumps all over his body, leaving him slightly dizzy with excitement. Unbeknown to him, Yuki emotions were running high as well. He had only meant to tease the boy, maybe scare him off by coming on so strongly, but now he found himself to be enjoying it a bit too much. Plus, the boy hadn't been scared off one bit, instead his lips let out a soft moan as his body relaxed.
Disturbed by this new feeling, Yuki suddenly stopped, leaving Shuichi leaning against the wall just in order to keep himself standing.
"Hey..." The sudden harsh voice brought Shuichi back to reality. "Don't you have to be somewhere?"
~ ~ * ~ ~
Taking his head in his hands, Yuki's mind reeled over the events that had just played themselves out. Why was he feeling this? Why had that boy made such an effect on him? Was this really going to happen to him all over again?
The next day, Shuichi rushed to work after a restless night. However, even though he had been awake for hours, he was still running towards the hotel to make it there in time. As he rushed through the side doors, he ran into the last person her wanted to see – his manager.
"S.. sorry sir. I..."
Before he could even make up an excuse that he hadn't used before, he noticed that his manager, who was normally calmly watching over the everyday ciaos of the hotel, was actually part of the panic today and was too busy to even notice Shuichi.
"How could the order be messed up! Fix it, somebody, anybody! Where have all the waiters gone now? Oi! You, ... you, with the pink hair..."
"Huh?" Shuichi turned around after failing to sneak out to find a tray shoved into his hand.
"Take this to room 327, and make it quick, it's already late!"
"But..." Shuichi wanted to point out that he wasn't a waiter and needed to make it to the bar but his manager had already pushed him into an elevator.
Reaching the right room, he tapped in the door, "Room service."
After no response, he swiped his key card and let himself in, "Hello?"
Stepping slowly into the room, he looked around cautiously for the inhabitant. It was one of the largest suites in the hotel; with a huge living room leading out onto a balcony that over looked the city. The view was amazing but Shuichi had seen it dozens of times before, when he used to work for room service. He grumbled at the thought of returning to his old job, especially now as a barman he got to work with Hiro.
Placing the tray on the breakfast bar, Shuichi walked round the room to the coffee table by the sofa. Hearing the shower running he knew he had some time to kill so he sat himself down, with his eyes instantly drawn to the open laptop in front of him. A document was already opened on it and Shuichi instinctively started reading.
The story was interrupted as the laptop lid was slammed shut. Shuichi's eyes shot up to meet with a familiar glare. The confused emotions that had haunted him all night were now returning. His ears filled with the sound of intense thumping from his heart which could have been caused by the shock of being found snooping, but it was more likely due to the fact that a nicely toned chest was exposed in front of him as the loose shirt was not yet done up.
Hormones ran riot as Shuichi's body instantly reacted to the sight in front of him. Blood rush to his head, making his face glow slightly red and his voice stuttered as he tried to draw his attentions away from the thought running through his head.
"I... I... brought up your breakfast."
Yuki walked over to the breakfast bar and look at the food. It was all perfectly set out and steam was still rising off of the bacon. However, Yuki turned away from it and went to light up a cigarette.
"Why are you still here?"
"Well... I..." Why was he still there? He was suppose to wait to make sure the order was up to the customer's satisfaction and then return back downstairs, but he hadn't moved from his position on the sofa.
"Your writing is really good." Shuichi's tempt to change the subject once again was ignored.
"Do you like writing? I write some stuff too, mostly songs though. I like the thought of touching people with my music. Hopefully one day, me and Hiro will be signed. How about you? Do you let people your work?"
"Are you serious?" Yuki couldn't believe this hid, had he been hibernating for the past few months and not noticed his photograph plastered over bookshops every where?
"Oh, I can understand if you don't like people reading your stuff... I was like that at first, but then once I was singing, everything just came out, and it was such a rush."
"Don't you have any idea who I am?"
"Huh? Should I?"
Yuki looked down at the boy at see his violet eyes staring intensely back up at him. The sparkled with a childhood innocence which showed that there was no way he could be lying... he read had no idea that the person in front of him was a famous novelist.
The blonde haired man was slightly angered at the thought. 'How could anyone be so oblivious to the world around him? Was he really that stupid? How could he not know who I was?'
This line of thought quickly disintegrated as he started to feel slightly refreshed to finally find someone who wasn't just talking to him because of who he was. 'But why is he just staring at me? Is he trying to think where he recognises me from? No... his eyes aren't thinking, they're searching... watching me.'
"What are you staring at?" Shuichi looked away in embarrassment, he hadn't realised how long he had just been looking at the golden eyes in front of him.
Recognising the look he was getting, Yuki turned away, repulsed be they idea of a boy looking at him in that way.
"Just so you know - I'm straight. I have no interest in men."
Shuichi couldn't believe what he had just heard. This bloke was so full of himself that he thought everyone fancied him.
"What? Why would I be interested in you? How could you even suggest that?"
"I've seen that look a million time before." Yuki corned Shuichi and blocked him in by placing his hand on the wall, leaving the young boy with no place to go. His face was so close that Shuichi could feel his warm breath on his own skin, which sent tingles down his spine.
"I... well... I..."
No words would form in his mouth as his heart had jumped into his throat, pounding harder than ever before.
"Are you trying to say that you aren't attracted to me?"
"I..."
Yuki leaned in closer so that his lips were practically touching Shuichi's ear. The next thing Shuichi heard was Yuki's smooth voice softly whispering, "So you don't want me to do this..."
Lowering his head slightly, he gentle kissed the side of Shuichi's neck. The initial shock held Shuichi completely still, his mind trying to take all of this in. The warm lips sent goose-bumps all over his body, leaving him slightly dizzy with excitement. Unbeknown to him, Yuki emotions were running high as well. He had only meant to tease the boy, maybe scare him off by coming on so strongly, but now he found himself to be enjoying it a bit too much. Plus, the boy hadn't been scared off one bit, instead his lips let out a soft moan as his body relaxed.
Disturbed by this new feeling, Yuki suddenly stopped, leaving Shuichi leaning against the wall just in order to keep himself standing.
"Hey..." The sudden harsh voice brought Shuichi back to reality. "Don't you have to be somewhere?"
~ ~ * ~ ~
Taking his head in his hands, Yuki's mind reeled over the events that had just played themselves out. Why was he feeling this? Why had that boy made such an effect on him? Was this really going to happen to him all over again?