Title: Room Service
Yuki blinked, stunned at what he had just heard, before regaining his stern composure. Why did his body react so powerfully to whatever this boy did? He had heard those exact same words millions of times for screaming fans at book signing and interviews, but he had never before known that saying to come for someone who so obviously wasn't interested in his fame or fortune. This was obvious from his innocent eyes that still shone with the naïve stupidity of not knowing who he was talking to.
Shuichi, slightly scared by his own outburst as well as the awkward silence that followed, noticed Hiro arriving at the bar once again and took it as his opportunity to escape the situation.
Yuki got up to leave, but just before this, he slid a folded napkin across the polished wood and placed it in front of Hiro.
"Give this to that pink haired kid."
Shuichi hesitated outside the hotel suite door, still holding the napkin in his hand. The writing had been rushed; a spur of the moment thing, but it was still incredibly neat and well presented.
"You know where I am,
Yuki Eiri"
He must have been looking at the napkin through out the rest of his shift as it was now rather crumpled and dirty looking, unlike when Hiro had first passed it to him. But he couldn't help but keep checking what was written on thing. Was this guy really inviting him up to his room? And if he was, why?
Shuichi was so confused with the whole situation that he nearly didn't notice his manager walking down the hotel corridor before it was too late. Needed a place to hide, and quickly, the not to bright boy barged through the door in front of him and closed the door firmly behind him. His breath was coming out fast as he tried to peer through the spy hole to check that his boss had passed.
Letting out a relaxing sigh as he watched a vague yet stout figure disappear from his view, Shuichi turned to realise that his relief was to be short lived.
"I know I invited you up here, but you could have knocked" The author's voice was as cool and calm as ever, coming from his position on the couch, not once looking up from his book as he spoke.
"I... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to, it was just that I was outside and I really needed to hide as my manager came down the hall leaving me no choice but to come in here as it was the first room that was there or else I would have been in so much trouble, maybe even sacked." Finally Shuichi's high speed recollection of the past few moments slowed to a stop just as his eyes met with an icy glare from across the room.
Realising his look was coming across as something quite sinister, he softened his gaze and in the same voice as before asked, "So you didn't come here to see me then?"
"Huh? What? Oh, well, I did." Nervously the pink haired kid darted his eyes about uneasily not quite knowing where to look as he positioned one arm up behind his head and twisted a lock of his hair between his fingers. He had many strange habits, a few of which were on display now. Yuki would never admit it, not even to himself, but he found it adorable that the kid was so nervous around him.
Just looking at the boy squirm, trying to think of what to say, memories started to stir in Yuki's head of the last time the young boy was in his room. Having him pinned against the wall had made the boy squirm in the same way. This thought lead the writer's body to react before his mind could catch up with what he was feeling. Trying to put the boy out of misery and also to gain some control over his own body, Yuki brought up a topic of conversation then.
"Where are your lyrics then? Didn't you want me to look at them?"
Shuichi hung his head in shame for the second time that day in front of the now risen figure of the author that stood a few meters away. How could he have forgot to bring his lyrics? What was he going to do now?
"I'll go get them, I just put them down for a second so they must be..."
Yuki cut the boy's sentence short as his body had got the better of him. While Shuichi's bright violet eyes had been focused towards the floor, Yuki had silently made his way over to the entrance and forced his lips down on the pair in front of him. His mind had had enough of trying to figure out a logical reason behind his emotions and instead, Yuki had given in to the carnal urges that were sending messages to every part of his body to reach out and hold the boy tightly and not let go.
Letting out a loud yawn, Shuichi started to carry out his normal morning ritual which began with a large stretch. This morning however his hand met with something quite unexpected, making him withdraw it quite sharpish. With his eyes still shut, he sent his hand back out to re-inspect the mysterious object. After a few pokes with his fingers, the realisation dawned on him, causing him to sit bolt upright, eyes suddenly wide open.
Under the heap of duvet in the bed next to him lay another person. It also dawned on him that he was in one of the hotel beds. How had he managed to end up in this situation?
"Yuki?" Shuichi's voice quivered slightly as he tried to figure out what response he wanted from his question. If it wasn't Yuki, then who else's bed could he have ended up in. But if it did turn out to be Yuki, then what the hell had happened last night? It didn't take long for Shuichi to find out it was the latter.
"God it's early. Go back to sleep." His voice was muffled under the duvet, but it was definitely his.
Shuichi's mind was reeling with so many thoughts and questions, which basically all boiled down to the same thing -- What the hell HAD happened last night?
Yuki blinked, stunned at what he had just heard, before regaining his stern composure. Why did his body react so powerfully to whatever this boy did? He had heard those exact same words millions of times for screaming fans at book signing and interviews, but he had never before known that saying to come for someone who so obviously wasn't interested in his fame or fortune. This was obvious from his innocent eyes that still shone with the naïve stupidity of not knowing who he was talking to.
Shuichi, slightly scared by his own outburst as well as the awkward silence that followed, noticed Hiro arriving at the bar once again and took it as his opportunity to escape the situation.
Yuki got up to leave, but just before this, he slid a folded napkin across the polished wood and placed it in front of Hiro.
"Give this to that pink haired kid."
Shuichi hesitated outside the hotel suite door, still holding the napkin in his hand. The writing had been rushed; a spur of the moment thing, but it was still incredibly neat and well presented.
"You know where I am,
Yuki Eiri"
He must have been looking at the napkin through out the rest of his shift as it was now rather crumpled and dirty looking, unlike when Hiro had first passed it to him. But he couldn't help but keep checking what was written on thing. Was this guy really inviting him up to his room? And if he was, why?
Shuichi was so confused with the whole situation that he nearly didn't notice his manager walking down the hotel corridor before it was too late. Needed a place to hide, and quickly, the not to bright boy barged through the door in front of him and closed the door firmly behind him. His breath was coming out fast as he tried to peer through the spy hole to check that his boss had passed.
Letting out a relaxing sigh as he watched a vague yet stout figure disappear from his view, Shuichi turned to realise that his relief was to be short lived.
"I know I invited you up here, but you could have knocked" The author's voice was as cool and calm as ever, coming from his position on the couch, not once looking up from his book as he spoke.
"I... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to, it was just that I was outside and I really needed to hide as my manager came down the hall leaving me no choice but to come in here as it was the first room that was there or else I would have been in so much trouble, maybe even sacked." Finally Shuichi's high speed recollection of the past few moments slowed to a stop just as his eyes met with an icy glare from across the room.
Realising his look was coming across as something quite sinister, he softened his gaze and in the same voice as before asked, "So you didn't come here to see me then?"
"Huh? What? Oh, well, I did." Nervously the pink haired kid darted his eyes about uneasily not quite knowing where to look as he positioned one arm up behind his head and twisted a lock of his hair between his fingers. He had many strange habits, a few of which were on display now. Yuki would never admit it, not even to himself, but he found it adorable that the kid was so nervous around him.
Just looking at the boy squirm, trying to think of what to say, memories started to stir in Yuki's head of the last time the young boy was in his room. Having him pinned against the wall had made the boy squirm in the same way. This thought lead the writer's body to react before his mind could catch up with what he was feeling. Trying to put the boy out of misery and also to gain some control over his own body, Yuki brought up a topic of conversation then.
"Where are your lyrics then? Didn't you want me to look at them?"
Shuichi hung his head in shame for the second time that day in front of the now risen figure of the author that stood a few meters away. How could he have forgot to bring his lyrics? What was he going to do now?
"I'll go get them, I just put them down for a second so they must be..."
Yuki cut the boy's sentence short as his body had got the better of him. While Shuichi's bright violet eyes had been focused towards the floor, Yuki had silently made his way over to the entrance and forced his lips down on the pair in front of him. His mind had had enough of trying to figure out a logical reason behind his emotions and instead, Yuki had given in to the carnal urges that were sending messages to every part of his body to reach out and hold the boy tightly and not let go.
Letting out a loud yawn, Shuichi started to carry out his normal morning ritual which began with a large stretch. This morning however his hand met with something quite unexpected, making him withdraw it quite sharpish. With his eyes still shut, he sent his hand back out to re-inspect the mysterious object. After a few pokes with his fingers, the realisation dawned on him, causing him to sit bolt upright, eyes suddenly wide open.
Under the heap of duvet in the bed next to him lay another person. It also dawned on him that he was in one of the hotel beds. How had he managed to end up in this situation?
"Yuki?" Shuichi's voice quivered slightly as he tried to figure out what response he wanted from his question. If it wasn't Yuki, then who else's bed could he have ended up in. But if it did turn out to be Yuki, then what the hell had happened last night? It didn't take long for Shuichi to find out it was the latter.
"God it's early. Go back to sleep." His voice was muffled under the duvet, but it was definitely his.
Shuichi's mind was reeling with so many thoughts and questions, which basically all boiled down to the same thing -- What the hell HAD happened last night?