Rock and Romance
Summary: AU What if Eiri was the struggling rock star and Shuichi was the famous romance novelist? Would the two still manage to find each other when they inhabit two different worlds?
Notes: Yeah, I know. It's been done before. But those are the best anyway, right? Riiiiiiight…Sure they are. Anyway, unlike most other AU stories, I'm actually opting to keep these guys in character. Whether or not I do is another matter I won't touch. The thing is, I'm not going to be cheap and use the whole, "Well, their pasts are different, so they would be different!" In the age-old argument of nature versus nurture, I'm choosing nature, thank you. Plus I don't see a point in fanfiction if the characters are too far off anyway.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Pairings: Yuki x Shuichi
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: LEMON in this chapter!!! If this offends you, don't read on!
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Chapter 1"Get up, Eiri! Come on!"
If maybe he had the willpower to comply with his big sister's demand, he would have. He knew he would regret last night, and all those wonderfully numbing drinks he had imbibed, but alas, such were the thoughts that accompanied every hangover. Of course, it would all be fine if he had his own apartment, so he wouldn't have his sister (who was conveniently in love with him enough to allow him to mooch off her) nagging him and only making his fuzzy head hurt even worse.
But then again, it was his own fault. If he had any talent whatsoever, he would have been scouted by now and would be living the high life, rich and famous with millions of beautiful screaming fans throwing themselves at him. Unfortunately that was only a fantasy, and such talent, no matter what everyone who knew him told him, didn't belong to him. And, unfortunately, Eiri was way too stubborn to let go of his music dreams and take up an office job like any normal human being his age would have done by now.
Big sis Mika was cleaning again. He could hear his own recorded voice floating through the thin walls that separated his room from the rest of the house. It made him angry that Mika insisted on playing his CDs. She was only pitying him, and he hated the feeling of weakness it gave him. And, on top of that, his very own music was grating on his nerves. It was annoying him. He knew those songs so well; he was on edge, waiting for himself to make a mistake, as if he would. Beyond that, it was way too full of noise to even be considered music. Although he could possibly blame it on the walls' muffling effects, it seemed as though the guitars blended together too much, and the drums were too pronounced for the mood of the song.
Not only that, but his voice… Well, let's just say he hated the sound of his own voice. He never would have agreed to sing for the band had they not been desperate one night their old lead vocalist, Taki Aizawa, arbitrarily decided to abandon them on the night of their gig. And what hell that had been, since Eiri, former keyboardist, had to completely memorize the words to all their songs in a total of ten minutes before their performance began.
Well, those were all just memories anyway. The reason they had really been in such a frenzy, instead of just canceling, was because there were supposed to be some suits there scouting, but it all proved useless anyway. They didn't get scouted, and, when Eiri's band mates played back the recording of their gig, he decided it was all due to the hideousness of his voice. He had been off key the entirety of the performance, and, especially when compared the fluidity of Taki's voice, his was too deep, too rough, too clashing. So, when he had begun to scout for a new vocalist afterwards, he was not so pleasantly surprised when his band mates informed him that they had every intention of keeping him as lead.
So much for keyboarding. He had really enjoyed that, too, and yet that was rudely assigned away to good old Fujisaki, who snatched away the job like the little rat he was. Just the memory of it brought a growl to Eiri's throat, even as he lay there in all the haziness of hangover.
What sort of life was he leading anyway? In high school he had been dead certain he and his band would make it into stardom, and yet here he was, groaning about all his misery on a cold mattress that didn't belong to him, locked away and smothered by his sister's apartment. Of course, what was he expecting? What sort of sheltered boy who was raised in a conservative Buddhist temple grows up to become a famous rock star?
Damn life and all its unfairness. Alcohol should not come with hangovers.
It was about this time that Eiri finally came to the conclusion that the strange, incessant buzzing noise was actually not in his head, but was in fact his sister's vacuum cleaner. Of course, in his fuzzy stupor, he was only able to come to this conclusion when said vacuum smacked into his wall, making a loud thumping sound. Eiri moaned and rolled over, but when his stomach growled, he gave up.
The trek to the kitchen lasted much longer than it should have, despite that Eiri had zoned out through most of it. And he had stumbled more than once on the way over, irking him with the fact that he had to exert even more energy to keep himself from falling; he was certain, after all, that if he fell, he would never be able to get up again. His hangover was really that bad. He couldn't even remember how much he had drunk (and he didn't even get drunk that easily anyway).
When he finally reached the fridge, he yanked it open and stared into the chilly air, suddenly forgetting what he had intended to find in the huge selection that rested before him. And so, without having an inkling to do otherwise, he just stood there, bent over with his face receiving the brunt of the freezing air, staring into the yellowish glare. It seemed his eyes wandered mostly to the blue Tupperware container that sat on one of the shelves, it's only semi-transparent top showing what looked to be something that slightly resembled spaghetti, except that there were odd bits of green scattered here and there, but the reason his vision focused here was only because that happened to be placed right in the center of his eyesight. He had no intention of eating it. Never.
"Oh, good, you're finally awake!" Mika's voice resonated through the kitchen, sinking itself into Eiri's fuddled brain as if it had nails like the ones on its possessor's fingers.
"What?" Eiri snarled, standing up and glaring at his sister with all the irritation he could muster. However, only a second after he straightened, he was swamped with lightheadedness, and had it not been for the fridge door, he was certain he most likely would have fallen.
"Nice to see you too. What's with you? Did you sleep badly last night?" Mika asked, concern flooding her voice as soon as she noticed the state he was in. She rushed forward, but Eiri's quick retreat stopped her.
"I can't remember," Eiri replied curtly and debated whether to turn back to the fridge again. However, once again, his thoughts fell to the wind, and he merely stood in another daze.
"What…? Were you drinking again?" Mika asked, a hint of chastising in her tone. When Eiri remained silent, it turned to full-fledged anger. "Eiri, damn it! Maybe if you spent your money on decent equipment instead of binge drinking you'd actually have a worthwhile life!"
"Yeah…?"
Mika growled at him. "Fine, well, I had thought you were just sick, but now I'm not going to be so nice. Here's a couple of bucks," this was accompanied with a wad of cash smacking into Eiri's face, "so go get some milk. We're out. And don't you dare spend that on beer."
Eiri growled back at her, a trait that all members of the Uesugi family held, but gathered the money and started out, grabbing a banana on his way. As much as he didn't want to leave the house to go buy milk, of all things, he was more reluctant to stay and be nagged by Mika. Anything was better than her wrath. Eiri wondered when exactly she was going to find some little weakling to marry and become impregnated, so that she might have someone else to bother. He always felt bad for complaining, since she was harboring his pathetic lifestyle, but still…it got old.
The bright summer sun was just another irritation in his already miserable day, and quite a small one at that, compared to a few of the others, namely his hangover and his sister. Frankly, his mind was beginning to numb enough that, not only did his head not hurt quite as much, but also the outside world was beginning to lose its effect on him. Needless to say, he was quite thankful for that, and because of this, he decided that this day could only get better. A tiny smirk tugged at his lips as he thought that, just maybe, he would blow the pathetic amount of money Mika had given him on candy instead, since it was not enough to buy more alcohol. With that thought in mind, he actually managed to make it over to the gas station and pick out a few candy bars, chocolate mostly, and pay for them.
Only after that did he successfully get himself lost.
In all truth, he was actually surprised at his lack of energy and control of his body. He was staggering around as if he were still drunk, and twice he dropped his candy bars. Unfortunately for him, he was sober, and therefore couldn't find any humor in having to bend down and pick them up again. Eventually he gave up when he wandered into a very foreign-looking park. He had absolutely no idea where he was, and he couldn't remember if he ever had had a hangover this bad.
Finding a bench and taking it over for himself, Eiri busied himself sorting his candy. He turned sideways, crossing his legs under him and lining up the candy bars in front of him, careful that the bars wouldn't slip between the gaps of the wooden planks in the bench. He wasn't sure why he was being so ritualistic, but he didn't know where he was, he didn't want to know where he was, and he didn't want to go home, so he pegged it on that. He actually managed to lose himself in ordering the candy according to a variety of patterns, such as size, shape, and color (the latter two being obsolete since they were all pretty much uniform, but that hardly deterred him from wasting his time considering those factors).
He would almost call himself content; that is, until a certain perfect stranger popped out of nowhere and began peering over his shoulder, completely entranced with his candy. Eiri tried to ignore him—he patted himself on the back for the effort—but he still retained remnants of that hangover, despite the soothing effects of candy sorting, and he snapped very quickly.
"What the hell do you want?" Eiri asked slowly, irritably, making sure that there was no doubt in the stranger's mind that he wasn't welcome.
"You're going to eat…all of that?" the stranger asked, and Eiri almost winced at the voice. It was the typical teenaged-boy voice, high and lazy, but something about this voice was even worse. It was probably the hangover—after all, Mika's voice had sounded considerably more grating than usual this morning as well.
"Why wouldn't I?" Eiri retorted. "I wouldn't have wasted money on them otherwise."
"Oh, come on, can't you share one?"
"Not with a total stranger, no. Go buy your own goddamn candy."
There was a brief silence. Eiri guessed the stranger was taken aback by his rudeness, and quite openly hoped that it would drive him away… But today was really not his day. Soon enough, the stranger had rounded the bench and placed himself in Eiri's field of vision. The very first thing Eiri noticed about him was his most obvious trait:
Vivid pink hair. It was almost as bright as the sun, and just as blinding. Eiri immediately pegged him for a flamer—after all, what normal, straight guy has pink hair—and yet, suddenly, his voice really didn't seem so irritating when paired with his body. They just kind of fit. Equally annoying.
"Please?"
For some reason, though, the equation balanced, and in the end…he turned out to be kind of cute. In a little kid sort of way, at least. Especially the way he was begging with those exaggeratedly large puppy dog eyes, it was almost…irresistible.
Resigning with a sigh, Eiri lifted up and tossed a candy bar at the kid, though found his revenge in the way it pelted his forehead with a stinging smack. A small grin tugged at the corner of Eiri's lips at this, but the kid didn't even complain; he merely snatched the candy bar and proceeded to wolf it down, barely pausing to remove its wrapper beforehand.
"What the hell is your problem, anyway? You homeless?" Eiri asked, trying not to sound curious.
"No," the kid replied, licking the chocolate from his fingers. Eiri watched intently as that pink tongue darted back and forth, in and out of the little mouth, devouring his fingers in rapid succession, merciless and sexy. "I really like chocolate bars. Of course, I could have bought my own, like you said, but then I figured, why would I do that, when I could just as easily ask you for one and possibly make a new friend?"
Eiri growled. "Well, you wasted your time, because there's no way in hell I'm going to be your friend."
The pink-haired kid laughed, a hearty sound unlike anything Eiri had heard in awhile. "Don't be so negative. Maybe if you had more friends you wouldn't be so annoyed by everything."
"What the hell? You don't even know me!" Eiri barked, his irritation seeping into anger.
The kid laughed again, only making Eiri's anger flare. "Come on, I'm sorry. Calm down. I'm just trying to cheer you up."
Eiri frowned and looked away, his gaze focusing on the green grass that blanketed the majority of the park. The clichéd sound of children's laughter wafted across the scene, adding to its picturesque charm. A soft white butterfly floated across a patch of yellow wildflowers. The cool summer breeze through the trees made a soothing rustle. The bright sun added an extra degree to all the colors, making everything appear bright and contrasted, brilliant in an earthy sort of way. This was not his day, not at all.
"My name's Shuichi. I'm a novelist by trade, actually, and I had writer's block, so I wandered out here in order to enjoy the beautiful day in hopes of curing it. I love days like this—it reminds me of when I was a little kid. I always liked playing outdoors."
How predictable. Eiri's sneer returned to his face. When he was a little kid, he had always been told not to judge people by first impressions, but that was faulty advice. He had never made a first impression that proved untrue. This kid was no exception—he was the perfect little boy, every mother's dream. Shining, happy, nice. He liked to share, to make new friends, to play outside, and to talk. Definitely to talk. Eiri could see why he had become a novelist, boring though the job may be; the kid sure was longwinded.
"And you are…?"
"Eiri," Eiri replied, deciding not to give his last name, since Shuichi hadn't given his. This was a very informal introduction, but nothing about Shuichi seemed more than casual. Besides, Eiri wasn't protesting; he hated his last name, and his father along with it.
"Yeah? How old are you? Are you still in school? Do you have a job?"
He was so eager, so hyper, it was infuriating. Still, Eiri couldn't quite gather the will to get up and leave.
"I'm a musician," Eiri replied curtly, deciding to address only one of the many questions flung at him. "I…play the keyboard, for a band."
Of course, that wasn't true. Not any more. Now he sang for a band, but he wasn't going to admit that. He wasn't proud of it. Besides, the curse of that was that he always had his instrument—his voice—with him, and knowing a pest like Shuichi would ask him to demonstrate. It was best to avoid that little subject there.
"Really? That's so cool!" Shuichi cried, bouncing a little on the bench. "Are you famous? Would I know the band?"
"No."
Despite all the irritation in the reply, it didn't deter Shuichi. "You know, when I was in high school, I always wanted to be in a band. I wanted to be the lead singer. But I was always better at writing, so I ended up going down that road—I'm glad though. I really like my job. I guess you could say I'm kind of well known… I mean, my books have been selling pretty well. I write romance novels…" He trailed off with a blush at that statement, and looked up at Eiri guiltily, eliciting a raised eyebrow from the latter.
"What?" Eiri asked apprehensively. The kid was nuts.
"Nothing!" Shuichi replied immediately, and leaned backwards. "Umm, well. I just thought you were really cool…when I saw you sitting here…"
"What does that have to do with romance novels…?" Eiri started, but cut himself off as soon as realization hit. Damn, he really had a knack for attracting other men. If Tatsuha ever got wind of this, he'd never hear the end of it. "Stupid brat. Didn't your mother ever teach you not to fall in love with strangers?" He considered tagging the word "fag" to the end of the sentence, but decided not to. That word was too harsh. And…it wasn't like he'd never done it before either.
"Love?" Shuichi repeated with a dumb expression on his face. "No, no, it's not that! I mean…I like you and all, but…"
"So what were you getting at?" Eiri asked, feeling almost relieved, but still quite worried that Shuichi was only taking back his words out of embarrassment. The blush had yet to leave the pink-haired kid's cheeks, anyway.
"It's nothing, really. I was just kinda looking for something…not so scheduled, you know? My life's kind of fallen into this routine, and, today especially, I was getting bored."
"And…?"
"And what?"
"What does that have to do with me?"
The blush darkened on Shuichi's face, and Eiri feared the worst. "Nothing. I'm just…trying to explain why I sought you out. Because I was bored…"
"Oh," Eiri muttered, and let out a sigh. Yep, definitely the worst. But, then again, the kid was almost luscious, in a way.
"So, what…what are you doing out here today?" Shuichi asked, a fake smile plastered across his face. He was still stumbling over his words, though, trying to recover from his falter.
"I went out to buy milk for my sister, got lost, bought some candy instead, and started being harassed by some really annoying stranger." He shot a smirk at Shuichi with this statement, who received it with darkened eyes.
"You're lost?"
Damn… He was not going to get rid of the pink-haired kid any time soon. He could just picture the brat following him home like a lost little puppy, and Mika telling him that he couldn't keep it because they weren't allowed to have pets in the apartment.
"Yeah."
Shuichi stared at him for a moment, though it was almost like a wistful gaze, before snapping out of it. "Why don't you have lunch with me? My treat."
Eiri paused, considering his options. On one hand, he would get a free meal, and probably a nice one at that, but would have to deal with the incessant little brat. On the other hand was a pretty good meal at home…with Mika…
"All right," Eiri said in an almost rushed voice. "Sure."
A huge grin crossed Shuichi's face, and he hugged his knees to his chest in what appeared to be seething excitement. "Okay! Good! We just have to stop by my place to pick up some money… Hope you don't mind; it's not too far. Come on!" And with a burst of excitement, he grabbed Eiri's hand and dragged him all the way there.
Shuichi's apartment wasn't too extravagant, but it was large compared to the standard poor-man's one-roomed, six-mat apartment. The floors were mostly covered with a yellowish-brown carpet, and littered with miscellaneous junk, such as articles of clothing and sheets of paper. There were several shut doors leading into who knows what kind of rooms, though one was open revealing a littered bedroom with a queen-sized unmade bed and walls papered in posters. Overall, it was a pretty nice place, Eiri had to admit. Or, at least, Mika's place was nothing in comparison.
"Sorry it's so messy," Shuichi said, flicking on a lamp despite the beams of sunlight piercing their way into the apartment. "Um, it'll only be a minute. Make yourself at home, I guess."
Eiri decided to take Shuichi's advice and proceeded to kick a very used looking shirt off a somewhat clean side of the sofa that was pushed against the wall adjacent to the kitchen. He sat down and folded his arms, finding it almost amusing that the little pink-haired brat was taking residence in his thoughts—he mostly blamed the hangover, though quite irrationally, since he could hardly feels its effects at all anymore. Still, he was rather amused at the kid's antics; though he seemed so normal and perfect, such sanity was hard to come by these days, especially in the clubs that Eiri frequented with his band.
Plus, he hadn't been laid in a while. He actually found himself avoiding it lately—the painted Goth girls at the clubs were dirty, with men constantly hanging off them. He didn't want to even think about how many diseases they were carrying. Besides, most of them were ugly and didn't know how to properly apply the raccoon-eye makeup on top of that. Thus said, an incredibly innocent, clean, and interesting little brat seemed like a pretty decent choice, even if he was annoying. And a guy.
Eiri almost choked at that thought. God, what was he thinking? Why had that thought taken so frickin' long to occur to him? He hadn't been with another guy for…
"Here you go, some coffee! I hope it's good; it's that instant stuff. I usually don't drink coffee, so I wouldn't know," Shuichi said, prancing into the living room and clutching a steaming mug happily in his hands. He had a silly grin scribbled on his face, thought he immediately wiped it away when he looked at Eiri. "Are you okay? You look kinda pale…more than usual…"
Eiri blinked up at him and immediately collected himself, forcing an irritated look back onto his face. "I'm fine. What the hell's wrong with you? I thought we were going out… What's with the coffee?"
Shuichi looked almost guilty as he glanced down at the mug sadly. He stood in a stiff silence for a while before letting out a pathetic whimper. "I thought…it'd be polite…that maybe you'd want some…but if you don't…it's okay…you know…"
Eiri rolled his eyes and muttered, "Shut up, idiot, and give it to me."
Shuichi looked a little hurt, staring innocently up at him with guilty puppy eyes, as he set the mug gently in Eiri's hands. Eiri heaved a sigh, fearing the worst, and took a gulp, forcing himself not to wince at the horrible bitterness. Honestly, it tasted like tin! No coffee tasted like this, even if it was cheap and old. Shuichi had probably added poison, or something.
"It's…good…" Eiri managed, not quite sure why he was trying to be so tactful. His answer became clear, though, when he noticed how much brighter Shuichi's face became with his compliment, reminding him of some of his previous thoughts.
"I'm glad. I'm really not good at making things, so generally I let…" he trailed off, his face once again donning a look of guilt.
"What?"
"Nothing. I was just, uh…" He blushed and timidly placed himself next to Eiri on the sofa after quickly scraping some nameless junk onto the floor. "Umm…"
Eiri resisted the urge to roll his eyes again—Mika told him he did it too often anyway—and stared down at the nervous boy next to him. Shuichi seemed to be refusing to look at him, with his head lowered and his eyes glued to the floor, his lips pursed forward in a decadent pout… Eiri chided himself again and snatched the boy's chin, forcing their eyes to meet.
"What the hell do you want? You're so weird," Eiri said, his voice hushed almost to a whisper. He did it subconsciously, though after he realized it, he remembered how one of his previous lovers had told him that it was sexy. His frown creased deeper into his face as he lowered his eyes ever so slightly.
"I-It's nothing, really," Shuichi stuttered, his eyes growing impossibly large. "I, I mean, you… I just, just thought…"
Eiri's will shattered, and he rushed forward, crushing his lips onto Shuichi's. He was excited by the sharp gasp that escaped past the young author's lips into his own mouth as he forced his tongue inside, and a tiny grin began to tug at the corners of his mouth as he felt Shuichi relax in his arms. He almost moaned when Shuichi's various limbs slid and locked around him for support. Eiri placed a hand behind Shuichi's head, weaving his fingers through the pink strands, and used this leverage to force his kiss deeper, digging into Shuichi's mouth and biting at his deliciously swollen lips; he could barely stand it when Shuichi's hips thrust against his own, exciting further his already growing arousal. He finally broke the kiss to let out a seething groan, but barely halted before returning to his ministrations, now moving down Shuichi's neck with soft kisses and gentle nips. He could feel the muscles of Shuichi's back flexing and slithering as the novelist squirmed in his tight grasp—just with these movements, Eiri could tell that this was going to be good. Shuichi was flushed and moaning, obviously barely able to stand the torture that Eiri was inflicting upon him; with every little caress, he leaned away, but Eiri only leaned deeper into him, trying to burying himself in the boy's embrace. As a result, they were quickly losing a battle with gravity.
It took all of Eiri's willpower to stop his work on Shuichi to hurriedly brush the last of the crap onto the floor before he shoved the kid into the cushions of the couch. Eiri was quick to crawl on top of the lithe novelist, straddling him and feeling the peak of all his shame, before dipping forward and returning to the job. He once again felt the soft, un-calloused hands find their place back on his body, sliding around and venturing their way under his clothing. He could feel every heavy breath of the novelist beneath him, every squirm, every spasm, every movement. He could feel the tension born from Shuichi's excitement spreading throughout the novelist's body and crawling its way into his own, breeding butterflies in his stomach as he momentarily leaned away to gaze upon the flushed, lustful expression on Shuichi's face. He couldn't wait any longer upon the sight of that, and immediately began to tear away at both their clothes, becoming frustrated despite the rapidity of which he was discarding them.
He wasn't sure what it was about Shuichi, but he had never wanted anyone this bad. He had never been this eager for sex with anyone before. However, he had no time, nor patience, to ponder this—Shuichi was sprawled out on his back, his legs spread around Eiri's waist, deliciously nude and begging Eiri with his sharp gasps. Eiri stared at Shuichi's face, memorizing every little detail, every little perfect aspect of it, in all its contorted pleasure, before squeezing his eyes shut and thrusting hard into him.
The scream that followed was so shrill and ear shattering that Eiri could hardly believe it came from the boy wrapped around him. He felt Shuichi's arms jerk him downwards until he landed roughly on Shuichi's stomach. He could tell Shuichi was in pain, that he should wait, but he couldn't stop himself, he didn't have the strength to. Sliding his own arms under Shuichi's shoulders for leverage, he began to thrust his hips forward into that luscious hole, desperately trying to ignore the guilt that the tears trailing down Shuichi's cheeks inspired. With each thrust came a pained gasp from Shuichi, and yet the novelist did nothing to stop Eiri; instead, he wrapped his legs even tighter around Eiri's waist and bucked his hips up to meet every thrust. Eiri couldn't tell if it was just habit, if the novelist had just been trained that well for sex, or if he was actually enjoying the pain that Eiri had no doubt bestowed upon him, but in either case, he was making the entire experience pleasurably titanic for Eiri.
The entire world disappeared around them, leaving only Eiri, Shuichi, and the old couch that creaked loudly with each thrust. The butterflies in Eiri's stomach had yet to leave—they were only multiplying as he tried harder and harder each time to bury himself deeper into Shuichi. His thoughts, his cares, all of reality drained away from his mind, and all he could see was Shuichi beneath him, crying and gasping in pleasure and pain, trying to invite him deeper as Eiri tried to follow. He could feel the butterflies fluttering around, multiplying again and again, so rapidly that pretty soon there were so many of them that he couldn't breathe anymore; he felt Shuichi clench beneath him and cry out, and this was followed by a fluid warmth that covered his front, and then continued to flow around him, submerging his body and drowning him with all his ecstasy. He felt his own body tighten, his nails digging into Shuichi's shoulders, as he tried to dive inside Shuichi in one last gallant attempt, and his entire body joined in his plight, emptying all of his insides into the smaller man's embrace.
Eiri stayed, perched uncertainly above Shuichi, for a few moments until the world began to flood back into his senses. He collapsed on top of Shuichi, the sofa squeaking in protest, and buried his face in the hollow of the boy's shoulder, releasing a pent-up sigh as he did so. Shuichi wrapped his arms around him in something that resembled a hug more than an embrace, and placed a soft kiss on the top of Eiri's head, burying his nose in the gentle aroma of sex that was wafting from the tousled golden locks.
"That was…" Shuichi started, but trailed off as he found that he had no word to describe it. His own speechlessness surprised him—as a romance novelist, he was used to describing this sort of thing—but what he had just experienced, "incredible" only brushed some dirt off the surface.
Eiri shifted above him, savoring the gentle daze of the afterglow while it lasted. Thoughts of his hangover and his horrible day were erased from his mind as he lay there, smiling a real smile for the first time in what felt like years. He didn't even try to describe that, as Shuichi had. That wasn't just sex, as he had anticipated. It was more than that, but Eiri couldn't quite figure out what had given it that something extra. His sexual frustration, his dissatisfaction with reality, his fascination with Shuichi… All of them seemed likely candidates, and yet, they didn't quite complete the picture.
It was over now, though, and the glow was quickly fading. He didn't want to be there when it was gone. Silently thanking Shuichi for the ride as he pushed himself weakly off the couch, he tried to ignore the imploring expression on the novelist's face. Eiri quickly began to gather his clothes and had completely redressed before he even dared to make eye contact with the smaller man; when he did, a wave of apprehension washed over him, but, unable to discern its origin, he quickly shoved it back into the recesses of his mind where it could be ignored.
"Eiri, I…" Shuichi started, a blush reddening his still flushed cheeks even more.
"Thanks, kid," Eiri muttered, making his way towards the exit to the front hallway. He stopped at the doorframe and paused to look at Shuichi. "It was fun. So much for lunch."
"Wait!" Shuichi called as Eiri turned back towards the exit, successfully stopping the blonde. "You're going…?"
Eiri heaved a sigh, reluctantly accepting his responsibility. "Look, that was a one-time thing, okay? I don't suppose we'll ever see each other again. I don't want to see you again. You weren't that good anyway." He glanced back at Shuichi, forcing himself to ignore the horrified look written across the latter's features. "Okay?" he added, quirking an eyebrow, before waltzing his way out of the apartment, swinging the door closed behind him with a resonating slam.
As he tried to find a way back home, finally devouring the candy bars he had stored in his pockets as a substitute for lunch, he worked his hardest to keep his mind blank, and, although he failed quite miserably, he only hoped that the strange pink-haired brat would quit pestering his thoughts soon, or else he would really get angry.
TBC…
Notes: Kinda a set-up chapter, but I like it. I suppose it's not the best for a first chapter…You know, that whole thing about "You have to draw in your readers at the very beginning…" Whatever. I hate writing essays anyway.
I hope the lemon was okay? Not good for fanfiction net, I suppose…x.x If it offends anyone, tell me and I'll take it down or edit it or something. Besides, I was careful not to use any 'explicit' words, instead of 'suggestive' words, so…I think an R rating's okay. Right? Besides, this is Gravitation.
Actually, this is my first Gravi lemon, I just realized… Hmm, in all the time I've been writing Gravi, and in all the time I've been writing lemons, you would think…ah well. I hope you enjoyed.
Until next time,
Cassi.