Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't updated in almost a month – exams! They're all finished now so I'm back. Once again thank you to all my followers.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation but I do own the plot.
Warning: Same as before.
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"I Love You" Chapter 3 : Is That Supposed To Be Breakfast!
The next morning, Yuki awoke to the smell of something cooking. The novelist groaned and stretched as he pulled himself from the warmth under the blankets. He pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a cotton shirt, which he left open. His curiosity got the better of him and he headed to his kitchen to find out what that strange smell was.
There, he found Shuichi, wearing a tank top and a pair of VERY short shorts. The writer peered over the boy's shoulder at what he assumed to be breakfast in the frying pan.
"He can't cook. Why doesn't he just stop trying?"
"What do you think you're doing?" the man questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh! Yuki!" The boy jumped. "You startled me."
"I thought I told you never to cook in my house," the man stated.
The singer gave a little squeak.
"I thought I'd just surprise you," he replied in a small voice.
"What? Surprise me by burning my house down?"
Shuichi turned around and gasped as he saw that there was now smoke rising from the pan. He ran to the fire blanket and put it over the pan before laughing nervously.
"Get out," the novelist told him.
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Half an hour later, Yuki emerged from the kitchen. He went to the lounge and found Shuichi sitting on the couch, with his knees drawn up to his chest and a very downhearted look on his face.
"I made breakfast if you want it," the novelist offered, knowing that he had been the one to upset the boy, but not wanting to admit he was sorry.
"You mean you're not mad at me anymore?" The singer was astonished.
It wasn't in Yuki's irritable nature to forgive so quickly. He headed straight to the kitchen, worried that Yuki might change his mind if he took too long.
The vocalist seated himself at the table and before him sat a plate laden with fried egg, streaky bacon and beans on toast. A typical American breakfast. Before the two had met, Shuichi had never eaten any American food. But then Yuki showed him the joy of American cuisine and the boy loved it.
"We'll be releasing the new album this week," Shuichi started blabbering, while digging into his breakfast. "We've already done all the recording. We just have to discuss the CD cover and do a couple of photo shoots… I think I'll wear my new necklace for the photos!" The boy giggled.
"Reiji will be helping us choose our outfits… I dread to think what she's come up with this time!" Shuichi continued, but losing some of his enthusiasm at the mention of Reiji and her antics.
Just then, Shuichi felt something vibrate against his leg. He retrieved his mobile from a very tight pocket and looked at the screen. He had a message from Hiro, which read:
"I'll pick you up this morning. See you in ten minutes."
"TEN MINUTES!" Shuichi cried disbelievingly. "I still have to change!" he announced, tugging on his tank top for emphasis.
The young vocalist shoved the last of his breakfast into his mouth and darted to the bedroom with bulging cheeks.
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Ten minutes later, the singer was standing by the door, slipping on his shoes.
"I'll miss you when I'm at work," the boy whined. "Oh! I almost forgot!"
He placed a quick kiss on his lover's cheek and whispered, "I love you, Yuki."
"Shuichi, I lo-"
DING DONG!
"Hold that thought," Shuichi said, opening the door to the visitor. "Oh, hey Hiro!" the boy smiled happily.
"Why?" Yuki thought. "Why am I so relieved? … I should be feeling pretty pissed off for being interrupted when I had something important to say but I'm actually… glad that I don't have to say it."
"What was it you wanted to tell me, Yuki," Shuichi asked, pulling the man out of his thoughts.
"Huh? Oh! It doesn't matter…" the novelist replied, still feeling quite shaken up.
He could feel the blush starting to spread across his otherwise pale cheeks.
The boy noticed the slight reddening of his lover's cheeks but chose to ignore it.
"Well, see you later, Yuki!" Shuichi called, already following the guitarist through the doorway. The writer watched until the boy's pink hair had disappeared round the corner.
Not really knowing what to do with himself, he grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down on the blue leather couch. After taking a sip of the chilled beverage, he switched on the TV. This particular TV station was broadcasting an interview with Nittle Grasper about their up-and-coming concert.
There was Tohma on the screen, smiling as the bright lights accentuated his pale complexion and fair hair. His movements were graceful and his tone was soft, but Yuki couldn't help imagining those lips scolding him for drinking a beer before it was even nine in the morning.
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Shuichi sighed from under his crash helmet as he clung to Hiro's back on the motorcycle. Something was definitely up with Yuki, and the boy was determined to find out what.
They parked outside the N-G Visual Works building and Hiro removed his helmet, the crisp morning air whipping through his long, red locks. The two musicians entered the building through the automatic doors, both with slightly ruffled hair.
As they walked through the corridors, Shuichi couldn't escape the feeling that they were being watched. Was that footsteps he could hear behind him? He froze and, instantly, the footsteps stopped. Nervously, he began to walk again.
"Those footsteps – someone's following me," the boy thought and quickened his pace.
Hiro gave his friend a perplexed look as he caught up with the vocalist.
The footsteps were starting to get faster. Shuichi spun round, catching a glimpse of a door swinging shut and a music sheet wafting to the ground.
"Okay, someone is definitely tailing me."
Taking a deep breath and summoning all his courage, the singer decided once and for all that he would find out who, or what, was following him. Hands clenched in determination but with a pace which was deliberately slow, he cautiously moved towards the door.
Peering around the doorframe, he came face-to-face with a tall guy in a dark jacket. He jumped back, letting out a surprised scream as he did so.
"Tatsuha? What are you doing here?" the boy asked.
No sooner had the words left his lips than his mouth was covered by the younger teen's hand.
"Shhhhh!" the monk hissed. "You're gonna blow my cover."
"Your cover? What do you mean by that?" the vocalist questioned.
"I'm looking for Ryuichi. He's not in Nittle Grasper's recording room so I thought he might be here to see you."
"Tohma can't find out I'm here," the black-haired teen added, eyeing Hiro suspiciously.
"Look man, I'm not gonna tell him you're here," the redhead said defensively.
Then Shuichi interrupted the two boys who were exchanging death glares. "Besides, Ryuichi's not even here. If he's not with Seguchi-san and Noriko, then I don't know where he is."
Just then, K appeared on the scene, wearing a pair of mirrored sunglasses and with his favourite handgun, aimed and loaded, in his hand.
"Step lively, boys," he commanded, his smirk challenging anyone to disobey.
Tatsuha gulped.
"I just remembered I have to be somewhere, so … see ya!" the teen excused himself before quickly making his escape.
"You've got a photo shoot to be present for," the blond reminded them before stalking off in the direction of Bad Luck's dressing room.
Shuichi and Hiro followed the menacing American down the corridor and the three of them came to a door with a piece of paper, bearing the name "Bad Luck", stuck haphazardly on the wood by a strip of Sellotape.
Entering the room, Shuichi saw Reiji and Sakano, but no Fujisaki.
"Where is that boy? He's always so early," the vocalist mused.
A short girl with auburn hair and round glasses stepped up to the two band members and informed them that she had all their outfits ready for the photo shoot.
"Great(!)" Shuichi exclaimed sarcastically. "What are we dressing up as this time? Birds? Princesses? Oh, I can't wait to find out(!)"
"DON'T YOU DARE TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME!" Rage bellowed, aiming her bazooka at the pink-haired boy.
Just then, little Suguru came into the room, dressed in tight, black, ass-hugging jeans and an expensive-looking shirt. Sure, he looked nice, but none could match Shuichi in his super-short top and sinfully tight shorts.
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Meanwhile, Yuki was still sitting on the couch in his apartment. He had put on a video of Bad Luck's last concert and was staring hungrily at the scantily clad singer on the screen. Shuichi always looked so hot on stage, with a passion in his eyes that could only be rivalled by the passion he had for his blond-haired lover.
The novelist shifted slightly, trying to lessen the discomfort which was growing between his legs. Slipping a hand into his pants, he started to stroke his erection through his boxers. The friction felt good.
The Shuichi on screen was dancing, swinging his hips hypnotically. Yuki reached inside his boxers and clasped his fully-hard member. He began to pump himself, starting at a slow pace but soon quickening it as he got more and more desperate.
"Shu… Shuichi…" the man panted as beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and his silky hair became matted as he writhed under his own ministrations. He kicked his pants off so he could spread his legs further.
His cheeks were flushed as he teased the slit with his thumb and continued to pleasure himself. The writer arched right off the couch as he approached his orgasm, feeling like he would explode any second, and spilled his seed all over his hand and down his legs. He collapsed back on his seat, a gasping, sticky mess with wrinkled clothes sticking to his well-sculpted body with sweat.
Author's Note: Thanks for reading! Please review.
Oh Yuki, you're sooo hot… O.o
See you guys next time. Updates should be more frequent since the exams are over but chapter 4 hasn't been pre-written so it won't be up until the end of the week at least.