The Other Side
I'm Not a Morning Person
Eiri Yuki awoke mid-afternoon on a lazy Saturday, quite unusual for this famous, romance novelist. Yawning, he threw back the cover and swung his legs over the side of the bed…
And they dangled over the edge and did not touch the ground.
His sleep clouded mind thought nothing of that as he pushed off the bed and wiggled his toes on the cold, hardwood floor. Silently, he made his way, nude, to the adjoining bathroom and shut the door.
Odd, he thought as he shut the door I usually wake up on the other side of the bed.
But he let that thought slip past as he turned to face the sink and blearily began start his morning ritual. He quickly brushed his teeth, splashed some water on his face and ran a shower. Yuki finished the shower silently, and dried off wrapping the dampened towel about his waist.
He did not stop to notice his now slender hands, or his suddenly narrower hips. He tiredly made his way back through the bedroom, opening a drawer and pulling on a pair of silken boxers, leaving the wet towel on the floor near the door, ignoring how he had to continually hitch up the boxers as he headed for the kitchen.
Yuki went into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of orange juice and set it on the table before retrieving the morning paper. He came back and settled himself into his usually seat at the table, sipping slowly at the juice for a few minutes before getting up and going into a kitchen drawer next to the stove and pulling out a fresh pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He sat back down and held back a groan as his body awakened to a small wave of pain.
The hell…? He thought slowly.
The pain was coming from his ass, and he had no idea why. He made love to Shuichi last night, not the other way around. He shrugged it off, throwing the thought away, adding the pain up to long nights spent in that hardwood chair in his office. So he leaned forward, sitting more on his thighs than his ass, and continued with the paper, absentmindedly lighting up a cigarette.
To his surprise, he gagged on it, the bitter taste he had grown accustomed to was now revolting, like he'd never had a cigarette before. And the dull bite from the tobacco left a dry, unquenchable spot in the back of his throat. Once again, he thought nothing of it, putting the cigarette out in the almost overflowing ashtray sitting on the table.
Guess I'm not awake enough yet, Yuki thought to himself, sipping at the juice, trying to rid his mouth of the bitter taste.
He went on quietly for another half-hour when he heard the shower in the bedroom, disturbing the quiet with the soft permeating sound of water hitting tile.
"Guess Shuichi finally roll outta bed… lazy-ass," he grumbled to himself, throwing the difference of the sound of his voice to just not being awake yet. He tried to continue with the paper, but was now being interrupted with the thoughts of his lover, naked, soap running over the boy's body sensually in the shower. Yuki found that his body was more awake then he had thought as he felt a stirring against his leg.
Let the brain catch up and we'll talk, he silently told his insatiable libido.
One always had to mentally prepare themselves before going at it with a wildcat like Shuichi.
Everything was going incident free, which was a rarity in his household now, until Shuichi came out of the shower and into the kitchen. That was when Yuki looked up and found himself staring face-to-face with a smiling, bright-eye…
Eiri Yuki.