FIC: One Week of Shuji to Akira

Title One Week of Shuji to Akira

Chapter: Saturday

Series: Nobuta wo Produce

Genre: Romance/Humour

Rating: PG-13 – R (some sexual content)

Warning: Yaoi/ Shonen-ai. Copious amounts of alcohol consumed.

A/N: Here is the next chapter of One Week of Shuji. I am starting to run low on ideas for these chapters. V.V; Well, one more to go. Hope you guys have enjoyed these so far. I get the feeling there is a bit of a time difference in the community which is probably the reason people have stopped reviewing these. Either that or my writing has just gotten worse, or maybe no one has anything else to say. It doesn't really matter, though I do enjoy reviews…Even though I'm not getting that many reviews, I hope some of you are enjoying this, because I am. This particular drabble was born out of my desire to get Shuji and Akira smashed. This is a little long and by all rights is more like a one-shot, but I felt it looked good the way it was.

Saturday

Shuji couldn't help but be amused at the irony. Akira was, for lack of a better word, completely wasted. He knew, because rather than giggling incessantly, tripping over everything, and holding philosophical one-sided discussions about whether or not it was possible for God to die, Akira's eyes were half-lidded, and there was a rouge tint to his cheeks. He also hiccupped every now and then, and was oddly silent. Shuji could hardly stop laughing, although it probably had something to do with the fact that he had also had a little too much sake to drink. He had never been drunk before today, but he had to admit, it was turning out to be a very interesting experience.

Earlier that evening they decided they couldn't stay at home, as there was absolutely nothing on T.V. and they hadn't gone out anywhere in a long time. So, naturally, they went to a club. After dancing for over an hour to music that didn't really have much of a rhythm, they found a table in the farthest corner of the club and proceeded to get themselves thoroughly intoxicated.

"Shuuji-kun! Your faces are red." Akira mumbled, poking his cheek with a shaking finger.

"Faces? I only have one face, baka!" Shuji slurred, trying not to laugh at how messy Akira's hair was getting.

It was all fluffy, and his trademark fringe part had disappeared. But as drunk as Shuji was, he was not too drunk to realize that there was also a familiar mischievous glint in the boy's eyes. He briefly stopped laughing to raise an eyebrow. "What exactly are you planning?"

"Who, me? I'm not planning anything Shuji-kun. What makes you think that, dacha?" he said, resting his head sleepily on Shuji's shoulder. His eyes fell closed and he snuggled further into Shuji's shoulder as if it wasn't simply bone covered in muscles, skin, and clothes but a big, soft, fluffy pillow like the ones they had on their bed at home. For a minute they just sat there, staring at the people who were on the dance floor at the other end of the club, swaying to the not-really-music and grinding into anything with two legs and a pulse. It looked more like a fully-clothed orgy than dancing.

Akira hiccupped softly, lifted his head to smile an strange little innocent smile, and carefully placed his hand on Shuji's thigh. Only it didn't stay there long, but slowly moved up towards his groin.

Shuji gasped and shot his own hand to dislodge the invading one, but was blocked by Akira's other hand and the sight of plump, soft lips being licked by a small pink tongue. He had stopped laughing now, and his jaw was hanging wide open.

"Akira, what are you doing?! There are people everywhere! Someone will see us!" Shuji whispered desperately. But Akira just smiled back calmly and continued licking his lips. "Shuuuuuuuuuuuji-kun…" he said, in a way Shuji could only describe as a hoarse, growly purr. That is, if he could get past how turned on he was at that moment. "There's no one in the booths around us, I checked. And most of the people here look like they wouldn't notice if a pink elephant danced the Macarena in spandex tights right in the middle of the club."

'Well, I've learned something new today,' Shuji thought through a haze of alcohol and hormones. 'Note to self: When drunk, Akira becomes a horny evil mastermind.'

Any further thoughts he might have had, however, were instantly dissolved by Akira's hand, softly rubbing the front of Shuji's jeans. The smile on his face grew as he saw Shuji biting his lip to try to remain inconspicuous to the rest of the club. 'Mmm…bastard! Ah! You kinky, horny bastard!' Shuji thought, firmly pursing his lips to avoid moaning.

Unfortunately, that combined with his now squinting eyes would give the casual viewer the impression that he was on something trippy and/or sour. So it was very fortunate then, that all people who might have been casual viewing them were in fact on something trippy. Shuji wondered for the umpteenth time why they had picked a raver club of all places. In general, he had no real problem with the idea, but this one was infamous for it's barely dressed cliental and he was tired of accidentally spotting things he would rather not see.

Shuji couldn't take it any more, in more ways than one. As much of a turn on as it was that Akira was tempting him in a public place, he also didn't want to damage his ego by getting kicked out of a place where everyone around them was coping with their own chemically induced lust in a (mostly) legal way.

Akira's eyes glazed over and fell shut, just as a pair of lips crashed into to his own, and a tongue made its way into his mouth. His eyes flew open and focussed on his attacker, who was still having his way with Akira's lips. He was about to respond, when Shuji stopped kissing him and whispered right into his ear. "If you remove the hand now, we can leave and continue this at home."

The words hardly left his mouth, when Akira grabbed his hand, and dragged him out of the club. Shuji smiled. Maybe coming to this place had its perks after all. "Additional Note to Self: Get drunk with Akira more often. But next time, pick a place that had tablecloths on its tables."

Owari