Yes it's Shuuichi. Yes it could be considered slight AU. It's been a long time since I've seen the series because anime makes me wretch now, yet for some reason I still read Gravitation fan fiction, and unfortunately not a lot of people actually put effort into their writing. What the fuck. I could go into a rambled speech but I'll put it simply that Shuuichi, to me, is a brunette, and only pink under the circumstances that it's dyed pink. I'll give him the purple eyes because, well, who wouldn't want purple eyes?
Waking up on his own accord, Eiri got up at the bright and early hour of 8 in the morning—bright and early to him, of course. Bundling himself up in the sheets the novelist tried to fend off the bitter cold the air conditioner had created overnight, which still hummed at the window. Groaning into his pillow, Eiri got out of his makeshift nest and braved the frigid atmosphere and hurried across the room for a hot shower.
Exiting the bathroom clad in only a white towel around his waist, the blonde immediately missed the comfort of the hot water he was just cascaded in minutes ago. It was the smallest shower Eiri had ever been in, but it was better than freezing his ass off at this point.
Turning the air conditioning off, the novelist made way to his suitcase and took out some clean clothes to wear for the day. Having no paparazzi to dodge today he decided to go casual in a polo and jeans rather than yesterday's white button down shirt and black Armani suit.
Venturing outside, Eiri went to find some coffee, orange juice, milk, anything to satiate his hunger. Walking down to the first tier he spotted the young man from last night sitting in the exact same place he first saw him, lazily smoking a cigarette with his back again towards Eiri. Finding this more satisfying than anything this place could provide, the novelist decided to pursue his inhibitions and talk to the guy. Fuck breakfast and the rental car.
The kid was still wearing last night's khaki cargo pants and black tank. He turned around once he could hear Eiri approaching from behind.
"Listen," he sighed, turning to face Eiri, "I already apologized about last night, alright? What else do you want from me?" Eiri sat down a few feet away, leaning his back against a wooden support beam on the porch. The kid took a drag from his cigarette. "Well good morning to you, too," Eiri sardonically greeted back. He watched as a plume of smoke rolled off of the younger man's lips. He could start thinking of one thing he could want from the male. The two sat in awkward silence for a moment. Eiri then decided to speak.
"Do they serve a complimentary breakfast here or something? I really need some coffee." A small smile came to the other's lips. He chuckled for a second. "Nah, wish they did. I haven't had anything to eat for a while. There's a diner down the road though," he pointed, "in that direction." Turning back, their eyes met; the younger of the two Eiri could swear was purposely trying to lure him in with his exotic violet colored irises.
"So, what's your name?" the novelist asked. "Shuuichi, and you?" Shuuichi stubbed his cigarette out on the side of the porch. "Eiri." Shuuichi could only smile more, a Cheshire grin, but it wasn't the same sickening smile as the inn keep. Eiri could stare at that smile for the rest of the day and he wouldn't care to ask for anything more.
"So did you sleep out here or something?" The brunette nodded. Eiri really didn't expect a yes as an answer. He kind of felt bad leaving the kid out all night. "Really…" Shuuichi looked at Eiri, "Well, yeah. Slept right here in fact." An incredulous look made way to the blonde's face. "Didn't the lady notice you at all?" Shuuichi shook his head, "Nope," he began to slap his cigarette pack against his palm for another stick.
"So your client never decided to show up, then?" Shuuichi was ready to light another cigarette but paused. "You're quick with conclusions aren't you, Sherlock?" He decided to put it back in the pack for later. "So is that why you've come to see me?" Eiri could've sworn this time the kid's smile was there just to mock him. "Who'd want to sleep with you? You're probably festering knee-deep in disease." Shuuichi saw through Eiri's remark, "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Eiri couldn't believe he ended up inviting the whore up into his room with him. He was thinking with his dick again; that's his younger brother Tatsuha's job.
"I can't believe I'm paying you for this. There are plenty of others out there who would throw themselves at my feet." Eiri held the door open for his escort. "Good for you Ego Von Handsomepants. Now, on the bed." Eiri was pushed back on the bed. He wouldn't admit this out loud, but he liked the kid's assertive behavior. He liked his spunk.
"This better be the best blow job I'll ever get or I'll come to haunt you." Shuuichi joined him on the bed and straddled the novelist's legs. "Well it won't be if you don't shut up. For fuck's sake, enjoy yourself or kick me out already." Eiri was glad Shuuichi's voice didn't suggest any annoyance. Eiri was actually nervous about actually paying this guy to service him. Hell, he hadn't been laid in a while. He should enjoy this while it lasts, right?
Shuuichi began to unbutton Eiri's pants, teasing skin as he slowly revealed Eiri's growing erection. Taking the blonde's pants and boxers completely off, Shuuichi got down to business and started to tease Eiri's head with his tongue and massaging his abdomen and hips in slow, sensual circles with his fingers.
Eiri moaned and closed his eyes in concentration as his cock was engulfed by the brunette's mouth. When his dick became cold the blonde looked up to see Shuuichi sucking at his own middle finger. If it was possible, the novelist's dick grew harder at the sight. Leaning back on the bed as Shuuichi's mouth went back to the blonde's appendage. Eiri gasped as a finger circled about his puckered entrance, and entered slowly. The sensation was mind-blowing. He gave the kid credit; he knew what he was doing.
After fucking Eiri with his finger, Shuuichi put pressure on the prostate, making Eiri cum in his mouth in a loud combination of a moan and a surprised gasp. After three bouts of cum Eiri was spent; Shuuichi swallowed and sat up, smirking.
"So, was that—" Eiri grabbed the younger man and pinned him underneath his body. He stared at the boy beneath him, eyes hooded, lips slightly parted and glazed in semen and a faint blush grazed his cheeks.
"This'll cost you," Shuuichi breathed, striking a nerve in the older man. "Money! You want money?" Eiri raised his voice, grabbing his wallet from the bedside table and throwing its contents up into the air, showering the bed in green bills. "There, take whatever the fuck you want," Eiri growled and then hungrily crushed his lips down on Shuuichi's.
The two aggressively battled for dominance between mouths. Shuuichi eventually stripped both of them of their shirts while Eiri undid the younger man's pants. He did go commando… They continued to grind against each other, building up a sweat in the summer heat that plastered their hair to their faces.
Giving themselves a chance to breathe, Eiri looked down at Shuuichi beneath him. How many other men have taken him like this for money? How many other men have seen this boy it such a vulnerable state? Eiri hoped—if only for a moment—that the sight beneath him was reserved only for him. Shuuichi lifted his hands and softly brushed stray hair away from Eiri's face. Caressing the side of the blonde's face with the back of his hand Shuuichi pulled him in for a deep, lingering kiss quite unlike the aggressive desperation from seconds past. The novelist could feel himself going into a trance; his autopilot kicked in.
Eiri strayed his mouth to the younger male's neck and collarbone. Moving his way down to a pert nipple, Shuuichi threw his head to the side and combed his fingers through the blonde carpet at the nape of Eiri's neck.
Leveling himself again with the brunette's face, Eiri watched as Shuuichi took the blonde's fingers into his mouth and sucked in the most erotic display he'd ever witnessed, generously coating them with his warm saliva. Taking those fingers, Eiri began to stretch the boy whose breath hitched as another digit joined the first. Both their erections begged for release, Eiri's hard in spite of cumming minutes earlier.
"Eiri…please," Shuuichi plead, dancing his fingertips lightly about the back of the man above him. They were both close, so close, Eiri could tell; he needed to hurry. Aiming himself at the younger man's entrance, Eiri looked into the other man's eyes. He couldn't take the boy from behind; he needed to be able to look into those violet eyes. He thrust in. Shuuichi threw his head back, mouth agape in a silent pleasured cry.
Wasting no time, Shuuichi began to rock back and fourth to encourage Eiri to do the same. They quickened their pace and soon enough their moans and gasps mingled and serenaded the motel room with their erotic mantra.
"Uhn, Eiri!" Shuuichi came, opaque pearl ribbons coating both men's stomachs as he climaxed. His release gave Eiri the final push over the edge. "Shuuichi!" the blonde gasped as he came inside the man below him, joining him in the blind throes of an intense orgasm.
Out of breath, both men lie beside each other in bed gasping for air. Struggling to keep his eyes open, Shuuichi brushed blonde hairs out of Eiri's eyes for the last time. They both stared at each other when the younger man planted one last passionate kiss on the blonde's lips. Eiri wrapped his arms around his bed mate and closed his eyes. That was the most amazing sexual experience the novelist had ever been through in his life, and he'd been through many.
Who thought such a loathsome place could harbor the setting for such an event. Eiri could get used to this.