Disclaimer-Gravitation does not belong to me.
On cloud nice after meeting one of my all time idols, I barraged Hiro with all my news at once as Sakano tried to fiqure out the remotes on the entertainment center in the company boardroom.
"Congratulations on finishing the songs for us, Shindou-san. I knew that going out with April would cheer you up enough to forget about what that guy said to you." Hiro said.
"Oh yeah, him. I saw him again last night." I said.
"No kidding? So, did you get his name this time?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No. Damnit, I forgot! I was too busy trying to get him to apologize for what he said the other night. I swear, he is the biggest jerk I've ever met in my life!" I said.
"Wow. This guy must really be something if you're still thinking about him two days later. You sound like you're in love with this guy, Shindou-san. I have to say, I'm jealous." Hiro said.
My eyes widened. "What?! You can't be serious! You think I'm in love with this jerk off? Did...did you say that you were jealous, Hiro?" I asked.
He smiled at me then. "Of course. I mean, until now, it's just you and me, Shuichi. No one's ever been able to be close to you except for me. You can't really blame me, can you?" he teased.
At that moment it was hard to tell if Hiro was being serious or not. It was reasonable to consider that our strong bond had sparked some strong feelings for each other, but it had never occurred to me that he might feel as strongly towards me as I did towards him.
I shuddred against my will as he leaned in towards me, his face just inches from mine, his right hand coming to rest against my cheek. I inhaled sharply against his closeness, meeting his eyes with mine.
"Hiro..." I began.
"Shuichi...I think you should go find this guy and tell him how you feel." he told me.
"But I can't. I don't even know his name." I told him.
Mine and Hiro's brief intimate moment was interrupted by the sound of the television coming on and my attention being jostled by the sound of a familiar male voice.
It was him.
"If you're just now joining us, our guest today in the studio is romance novelist Yuki Eiri..." the lady interviewer said.
I pointed at the screen. "That's him! That's the guy, the one I told you about!" I told Hiro.
"How about that, Shindou-san? You sure know how to pick them. No wonder he was so hard on your songwriting. It all makes sense now, with him being a writer and all." Hiro said.
"That's no excuse!" I shouted.
"Then tell him him so. That interview is being shown live right now down the street. If you wait for him at his place, I'm sure he'll have to deal with you then." Hiro said.
I nodded in agreement, leaving Hiro to explain my absense to our long suffering manager.
I wasted no time getting to his apartments, ringing the doorbell incessantly for him to come down. I knew his name now. It was Yuki Eiri, primarary candidate for dickhead of the year. I don't know where he got off thinking he was so much better than anyone else, just because he was a published writer. Despite what Hiro said about me being in 'love' with him as he put it, couldn't be any furthur from the truth. I hated this man and I wanted him to get his comeuppance for making me feel like a fool.
"You again? I thought you claimed you weren't stalking me? Why don't you leave me alone, you little jackass?" Yuki said to me.
"I know your name now, Mr. Yuki Eiri! You think you're so goddamn brillant just because you're a writer that you have to make other people feel bad about their accomplishments. I, for one, refuse to take your abuse lying down!" I shouted.
He smirked at me. "That's got to be the lamest excuse I've ever heard. I think you've come over here today to ask me to come to your concert so I can hear this crappy little song of yours. So, when is this little concert of yours anyway?" he asked.
"That's not the reason I came here today! Who said I wanted you to come anyway? I don't need your affirmation of my talents." I told him.
"Then you're just wasting my time, moron. Go mess with someone else. I have a date that night anyway." he said.
Watching him walk away again, I decided to follow him into his elevator. "Now wait just a minute! How could you possibly know what night our show is? I never even told you!" I exclaimed.
'I have my ways. It wasn't too hard figuring out which one of these local shows some ignorant young band was opening for. I mean, you have some serious growing up to do before you can deal with someone like me." he said.
"You're the one that's a fool if you think you can push people around like you do and get away with it! You need to consider ohter people's feelings besides you own!" I shouted.
He smiled at me, a rather evil smile, as he closed the distance between us, pinning me against the elevator wall. My eyes widened as I looked up into his intense gaze.
"You're absolutely right. I have been very selfish. I mean, all I've thought about since we met is the foolishness you've been spewing at me about your music, while I've been ignoring your obsession with me. Don't try to deny it. I know better. No one person in my entire life has ever shown an interest in me ever, unless they were secretly in love with me. I'm almost flattered, really." he said.
I was nearly as floored by these words as I had been by his insults, unable to respond due to the lump in my throat.
And that's when he kissed me.
This was not a simple peck like I had given April the night before or even like Hiro had done to my ear for the science class girls. This kiss was serious. He was obviosly very experienced in this fashion, from the way his lips moved against mine, coaxing me to respond to him. I was unsure of what to do, being my first kiss, but I responded to him the best that I knew how.
Whatever I did, he must have liked, because eh leaned that strong, muscular body against mine and deepened the kiss between us, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair as he kissed me senseless. My head was drowning in a sea of sensations, never ever having felt this way before.
He parted from me slightly and slanted his mouth over mine with a groan, his hands moving down to my waist and underneath my shirt to touch my skin underneath. I was trembling now, all over, as we finally parted, and he left me alone in the elevator, too shocked by his actions to follow...
If you hadn't known the next day that Nittle Grasper had broken up a few years before, you would have thought that they were rehearsing for an upcoming concert in the loval concert hall. At least that was my hope as Hiro and I performed our soundcheck doing nothing but Nittle Grasper covers. Nittle Grasper was our bond to each other, my way of reconnecting with my musical destiny after what had happened between the writer Yuki Eiri the night before.
My first kiss, and it was with a man. Depite the fact that I had come out in my early teenage years, it was still very strange being kissed by a man that was so much older than I was.
Depite his youthful apperance, our age differences were obvious. I had just turned eighteen myself, and he had to be at least in his late twenties, early thirties. From the forceful way that he claimed my mouth, I could tell he was very experienced romance wise and I had been helpless to resist his advances.
I had never imagined a kiss would be like that, so consuming and passionate. When he had parted from me, I had wanted more. I wanted him to kiss me again, to feel his hands against my skin. I even told Hiro about what happened, and was surprised when he didn't tease me like he normally would.
"It's not so surprising, Shindou-san. I mean, the last man you went into lust over was Ryuuichi Sakuma, Nittle Grasper's charming lead singer." Hiro told me.
"That's not true! You shouldn't say things like that." I told him.
"Oh come on now, I know the real truth. I remember when you cut your hair to look like his, bought the same shampoo you knew he uses, how you used to swoon like a teenaged girl whenever we would watch their videos, especially the ones where Ryuuichi would strip off his clothes..." Hiro began.
I laughed nervously, thinking of this, knowing my friend's words were true. I had never told Hiro, of course, because I knew how much he would tease me, but I spent many a sleepless night dreaming and fantasizing about the dark haired man of my dreams.
Until Hiro had told me to persue the elusive writer that had insulted me, I had almost been convinced that my best friend had fostered feelings for me. The look in his eyes as he had leaned in close to me was the same mock one he had always plastered on for our pranks with the science club girls. My heart had almost skipped a beat at that moment, my having always kept a small flicker of interest towards the only person who had always been there for me.
All these conflicting emotions were rough on my psyche, and probably the reason I'd avoided getting involved with anyone. And what about Yuki and I? Did that kiss mean that he and I were a couple now? It was inconcievable to imagine someone being such a passionate kisser if there were no feelings behind it. There was a huge part of me that wished I had never met Yuki Eiri, and wanted instead to lose myself in thoughts of Bad Luck...
On cloud nice after meeting one of my all time idols, I barraged Hiro with all my news at once as Sakano tried to fiqure out the remotes on the entertainment center in the company boardroom.
"Congratulations on finishing the songs for us, Shindou-san. I knew that going out with April would cheer you up enough to forget about what that guy said to you." Hiro said.
"Oh yeah, him. I saw him again last night." I said.
"No kidding? So, did you get his name this time?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No. Damnit, I forgot! I was too busy trying to get him to apologize for what he said the other night. I swear, he is the biggest jerk I've ever met in my life!" I said.
"Wow. This guy must really be something if you're still thinking about him two days later. You sound like you're in love with this guy, Shindou-san. I have to say, I'm jealous." Hiro said.
My eyes widened. "What?! You can't be serious! You think I'm in love with this jerk off? Did...did you say that you were jealous, Hiro?" I asked.
He smiled at me then. "Of course. I mean, until now, it's just you and me, Shuichi. No one's ever been able to be close to you except for me. You can't really blame me, can you?" he teased.
At that moment it was hard to tell if Hiro was being serious or not. It was reasonable to consider that our strong bond had sparked some strong feelings for each other, but it had never occurred to me that he might feel as strongly towards me as I did towards him.
I shuddred against my will as he leaned in towards me, his face just inches from mine, his right hand coming to rest against my cheek. I inhaled sharply against his closeness, meeting his eyes with mine.
"Hiro..." I began.
"Shuichi...I think you should go find this guy and tell him how you feel." he told me.
"But I can't. I don't even know his name." I told him.
Mine and Hiro's brief intimate moment was interrupted by the sound of the television coming on and my attention being jostled by the sound of a familiar male voice.
It was him.
"If you're just now joining us, our guest today in the studio is romance novelist Yuki Eiri..." the lady interviewer said.
I pointed at the screen. "That's him! That's the guy, the one I told you about!" I told Hiro.
"How about that, Shindou-san? You sure know how to pick them. No wonder he was so hard on your songwriting. It all makes sense now, with him being a writer and all." Hiro said.
"That's no excuse!" I shouted.
"Then tell him him so. That interview is being shown live right now down the street. If you wait for him at his place, I'm sure he'll have to deal with you then." Hiro said.
I nodded in agreement, leaving Hiro to explain my absense to our long suffering manager.
I wasted no time getting to his apartments, ringing the doorbell incessantly for him to come down. I knew his name now. It was Yuki Eiri, primarary candidate for dickhead of the year. I don't know where he got off thinking he was so much better than anyone else, just because he was a published writer. Despite what Hiro said about me being in 'love' with him as he put it, couldn't be any furthur from the truth. I hated this man and I wanted him to get his comeuppance for making me feel like a fool.
"You again? I thought you claimed you weren't stalking me? Why don't you leave me alone, you little jackass?" Yuki said to me.
"I know your name now, Mr. Yuki Eiri! You think you're so goddamn brillant just because you're a writer that you have to make other people feel bad about their accomplishments. I, for one, refuse to take your abuse lying down!" I shouted.
He smirked at me. "That's got to be the lamest excuse I've ever heard. I think you've come over here today to ask me to come to your concert so I can hear this crappy little song of yours. So, when is this little concert of yours anyway?" he asked.
"That's not the reason I came here today! Who said I wanted you to come anyway? I don't need your affirmation of my talents." I told him.
"Then you're just wasting my time, moron. Go mess with someone else. I have a date that night anyway." he said.
Watching him walk away again, I decided to follow him into his elevator. "Now wait just a minute! How could you possibly know what night our show is? I never even told you!" I exclaimed.
'I have my ways. It wasn't too hard figuring out which one of these local shows some ignorant young band was opening for. I mean, you have some serious growing up to do before you can deal with someone like me." he said.
"You're the one that's a fool if you think you can push people around like you do and get away with it! You need to consider ohter people's feelings besides you own!" I shouted.
He smiled at me, a rather evil smile, as he closed the distance between us, pinning me against the elevator wall. My eyes widened as I looked up into his intense gaze.
"You're absolutely right. I have been very selfish. I mean, all I've thought about since we met is the foolishness you've been spewing at me about your music, while I've been ignoring your obsession with me. Don't try to deny it. I know better. No one person in my entire life has ever shown an interest in me ever, unless they were secretly in love with me. I'm almost flattered, really." he said.
I was nearly as floored by these words as I had been by his insults, unable to respond due to the lump in my throat.
And that's when he kissed me.
This was not a simple peck like I had given April the night before or even like Hiro had done to my ear for the science class girls. This kiss was serious. He was obviosly very experienced in this fashion, from the way his lips moved against mine, coaxing me to respond to him. I was unsure of what to do, being my first kiss, but I responded to him the best that I knew how.
Whatever I did, he must have liked, because eh leaned that strong, muscular body against mine and deepened the kiss between us, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair as he kissed me senseless. My head was drowning in a sea of sensations, never ever having felt this way before.
He parted from me slightly and slanted his mouth over mine with a groan, his hands moving down to my waist and underneath my shirt to touch my skin underneath. I was trembling now, all over, as we finally parted, and he left me alone in the elevator, too shocked by his actions to follow...
If you hadn't known the next day that Nittle Grasper had broken up a few years before, you would have thought that they were rehearsing for an upcoming concert in the loval concert hall. At least that was my hope as Hiro and I performed our soundcheck doing nothing but Nittle Grasper covers. Nittle Grasper was our bond to each other, my way of reconnecting with my musical destiny after what had happened between the writer Yuki Eiri the night before.
My first kiss, and it was with a man. Depite the fact that I had come out in my early teenage years, it was still very strange being kissed by a man that was so much older than I was.
Depite his youthful apperance, our age differences were obvious. I had just turned eighteen myself, and he had to be at least in his late twenties, early thirties. From the forceful way that he claimed my mouth, I could tell he was very experienced romance wise and I had been helpless to resist his advances.
I had never imagined a kiss would be like that, so consuming and passionate. When he had parted from me, I had wanted more. I wanted him to kiss me again, to feel his hands against my skin. I even told Hiro about what happened, and was surprised when he didn't tease me like he normally would.
"It's not so surprising, Shindou-san. I mean, the last man you went into lust over was Ryuuichi Sakuma, Nittle Grasper's charming lead singer." Hiro told me.
"That's not true! You shouldn't say things like that." I told him.
"Oh come on now, I know the real truth. I remember when you cut your hair to look like his, bought the same shampoo you knew he uses, how you used to swoon like a teenaged girl whenever we would watch their videos, especially the ones where Ryuuichi would strip off his clothes..." Hiro began.
I laughed nervously, thinking of this, knowing my friend's words were true. I had never told Hiro, of course, because I knew how much he would tease me, but I spent many a sleepless night dreaming and fantasizing about the dark haired man of my dreams.
Until Hiro had told me to persue the elusive writer that had insulted me, I had almost been convinced that my best friend had fostered feelings for me. The look in his eyes as he had leaned in close to me was the same mock one he had always plastered on for our pranks with the science club girls. My heart had almost skipped a beat at that moment, my having always kept a small flicker of interest towards the only person who had always been there for me.
All these conflicting emotions were rough on my psyche, and probably the reason I'd avoided getting involved with anyone. And what about Yuki and I? Did that kiss mean that he and I were a couple now? It was inconcievable to imagine someone being such a passionate kisser if there were no feelings behind it. There was a huge part of me that wished I had never met Yuki Eiri, and wanted instead to lose myself in thoughts of Bad Luck...