Title: Mine, Not Yours
Author: j-chan
Theme: sex symbol #13 6/50
Rating: PG
Warnings: language, shounen ai
Disclaimer: Gravitation and characters mentioned are not property of me, though I wish they were because then Suguru would be in the remixes, damnit!
Summary: What if your lover had their body posted all over Tokyo as a model for fangirls to see?
Mine, Not Yours
When my younger lover told me he wanted to go and have his face plastered on the side of a building, I honestly thought he was joking. He had never mentioned it before and it wasn't until the night of his twenty-second birthday that he sat us down and told his plan. It sounded crazy, not that we didn't think he could do it, but we just didn't see a reason for it. I suppose that he just wanted something other than what he had at the moment.
Now I stand here in the middle of downtown Tokyo staring at the side of a building with his lower body plastered there in a pair of nicely fitted jeans. Don't get me wrong, I loved when he came home in those jeans and gave us a small show. I just felt a surge of jealousy that I didn't realize I had before as I saw a group of girls crowd under the image making those sick love faces at it. Nobody should be able to see my lover's lower back except for Ryuichi and myself.
I should probably remember all the pictures with Ryuichi practically naked that were in magazines at this time, but I don't.
Besides, Ryuichi still looked sexy as hell for his age (thirty-seven now, though it never seemed like it). He was still a walking sex god and the younger –as well as older- females still flocked to him. Me jealous? Never. Why would I be jealous of women who think they would eventually have his babies when I could have had at least seven of them by now.
I shifted the hat on my head down a little as another group of girls passed me to join with the other mob. They started squealing like the fangirls they were, telling each other that they would each get a pair of those jeans for the free poster that came with it. A free poster of my lover.
I am not jealous.
'Besides,' I tell myself as I walk away. 'It isn't like he was ever jealous of you or Ryuichi. Its his turn to shine.' I just hoped that my mind would continue on that path so I wouldn't look too upset when I met my lovers for lunch. Not that it mattered; they could tell something was wrong with me even if I didn't. Four years together did that to people.
"Suguru! Over here!"
I lifted my head, letting the sunglasses that were perched on my face slide down a little. I could recognize that voice anywhere. It was the voice that belonged to the nice ass that was currently hanging above a street. It was the voice of somebody wearing jeans that hugged his hips and made him look less like the monk he used to be and more like the model he is now. My Tatsuha.
"Sorry I'm late, I had to dodge some girls." I slid into the chair next to him in the café outside. "They didn't recognize me, so that's good."
Tatsuha grinned, leaning over to give me a kiss. "Sure you did. I bet you were taking a nice view of my ass. I know you were."
Bastard. "Jerk." I returned the kiss before looking around for our lover. "Where's Ryu?"
"Inside getting us some ice cream. I ordered mint for you." Tatsuha ignored my insult, as usual, and reached his hand forward to lace it with my own. "You aren't still mad that I started modeling, are you?"
I couldn't help it. The hand, the ice cream, his smile.. how the hell could anyone be mad? "No, Tatsu. I'm not mad at you. Just at the girls who think that they ever have a chance of getting in those pants with you."
"Not a chance as long as we're around!" Ryuichi chose that moment to come out, setting a tray of ice cream on the table. "Glad to see you weren't mobbed, Su." He leaned over the back of my chair and gave me a kiss that way.
I laughed, running my hand through his hair once before turning to the ice cream. "I think we should test the durability of those jeans when we get home. Don't you think, Ryu?"
A mischievous grin took over my older lover's face before he turned it to Tatsuha. "Sounds like a plan to me. I don't think he's been out of them since he got them."
"Far too long, then. Measures must be taken to remove them any way possible." I grinned at the horrified expression on Tatsuha's face. "Don't worry, hun, we'll be gentle."
Model or not, the ass inside the jeans belonged to Ryuichi and myself. No fangirl was going to take that from me.
fin.