Disclaimer: Obviously, I’m not Maki Murakami. I don’t have any rights to Gravitation. I’m just a fanfic writer borrowing her characters. xXx. This fic will include lemon. If you don’t like ‘em; go away and don’t read this.
The purpose of this fic is to appease all those who pestered me for a ‘honeymoon’ for Eiri and Shu. This one-shot, (set on March 19th for those keeping track), falls between “Commitment” and “Don’t Eat the Daisies” in my alphabet fic series. That’s also the reason for the clever title… ; }
This is specially dedicated to Pato-San and Bakayaro-onna, for various proof-reading, writing suggestions, and morale support (my morals are my own!). Thank you, ladies! You’re the best!
+”blah”+ = English spoken. “blah” = Japanese spoken.
~”C Between D Lines”~
Shuichi knew he was grinning like a madman, but he really couldn’t help it! He was married now! He hugged Eiri’s arm, almost convulsively as they walked out of the hall of San Francisco’s City Hall. He thought Eiri looked so good, dressed in black pants and jacket, white shirt and black tie. Shuichi wore essentially the same thing, but there was no doubt in his mind that his husband looked better. Husband! He was deliriously happy. Eiri had called him Uesugi Shuichi!
It was official. They had a document and wedding rings. They had love. Marcus Renier, the guy who performed the ceremony, and Ezakiya Umeka, their translator, had congratulated them both. They had all signed the necessary papers that made their commitment real. It had always been real, but the ceremony and the paper made it legal— not that it was illegal before, but . . . Shu’s thoughts tangled and his mind spun. The only thing that came through clearly was the fact they were married! Instead of walking into a shower of rice or flower petals, though, they came out of the doors into a mess of people. Demonstrators and police, the ever-present media, and people just trying to go about their business— they were all crowded together out here. As they came away from the doors, someone stuck a camera in front of them and a microphone.
+“Excuse me,”+ a pretty lady reporter said perfunctorily, +“Melissa Chu with News 3. Would you care to give your opinion on gay marriage?”+ Shu blinked at her, sorting through the English.
+“No,”+ Eiri said succinctly. He moved to circumvent the camera and pulled Shuichi with him, since the singer was still hanging off his arm.
With a clatter of high heels and a shuffle of worn loafers, Chu-san and cameraman appeared back in front of them. +“Were the two of you just married?”+
+”Yes!”+ Shuichi said proudly. Eiri sighed and Shu looked at him.
+”Would you give your story to News 3?”+ Chu-san urged.
Shu had a bad feeling about this. +”Give story?”+ He asked in heavily accented English.
Eiri pasted on a mischievous smile and his eyes glittered dangerously. Shu relaxed his grip on Eiri’s arm. The author moved forward and leaned over Chu-san until he was practically nose-to-nose with the reporter. +“NO,”+ he told her. She stepped back, as if waking from a spell. Eiri had that effect on people. “Come on, Shuichi.” He took long strides, rapidly moving through the people.
Shu ran to catch up, but some marchers got in the way! He should have kept his grip on Eiri’s arm, he thought sadly. He tried to push through the people, but some fat lady pushed a sign in his way and he fell down. She started yelling at him. “I’m sorry! Forgive me!” Shu said defensively. Then, in English, he added, +”Sorry, I’m sorry!”+
She was telling him to go to hell? Huh? She had an odd accent and English was hard enough without that going on! He was still trying to figure out what she was saying and she was turning purple trying to say it. Three or four of her fellow marchers came to say it with her. What could he do? He shrugged. “I don’t understand you!!” He yelled back at them. He had to find Eiri! He picked himself up and Eiri snatched his collar from behind, making him wobble backward. “Eiri! Good! You found me.” He sighed in relief.
Eiri didn’t give him a chance to say more before he transferred his grip from collar to hand and pulled Shu through the crowds. “Idiot. Let’s get out of here.” The people with the signs spit some more nasty-sounding words at them, but marched on to wave their signs and torture someone else.
He’s holding my hand!! Shu thought happily. The only problem with that was keeping up with Eiri’s pace and trying not to trip. “Hey! Slow down! Eiri~,” he whined. “Oops!” His toe caught on a sidewalk crack and he wound up plastering himself against a taxi.
***
Eiri calmly walked up to the taxi and opened the door. “Get in, Shuichi.” Shu peeled himself off the car and climbed in. Eiri slid in after him and Shu latched onto him, clinging again. He had to admit that the clinging didn’t bother him too much right now, especially after losing him in that crowd.
+”Where to . . . uh, sir?”+ The cab driver asked, directing the question at Eiri and twisting over his seat to look at them. His eyes watched Shuichi with impartial curiosity.
+”The Mark Hopkins— no, wait. Do you know of any good Japanese restaurants? I don’t mean California sushi, either,”+ Eiri qualified.
+”Uh, there’s Chinatown,”+ the cabbie offered. +”There’d be Japanese there, right?”+ Eiri gave him a withering look, which the man either did not see, or chose to ignore. +”Oh, hey! I could take ya over to Japantown. It’s not really a town; just a collection of malls and stuff, but I hear there’s lots of restaurants inside.”+
That sounded pretty dubious to him; after all, malls were not generally visited for their cuisine, but they could give it a try. They had the time, and no particular agenda. +“Alright. Take us to Japantown.”+
+”I’ll take you to the Kino… Kinokuniya Building,”+ the cabbie said, distorting the name into flat Western vowels and consonants. He put the vehicle in gear and drove. His eyes kept stealing glances at Shuichi in the rear view mirror as he kept up a one-sided conversation about the weather.
Eiri wondered if their driver had taken a liking to Shu at first sight, or if he was just trying to figure out Shu’s gender? Eiri smirked at the thought. The body that sat next to him was certainly not female. He looked at his lover— husband, now— meeting those impossibly large blue-violet eyes. His face split in a happy grin and Eiri gave him a small, quirky smile in return.
The cabbie paused from his monologue and Shu took the opening and ran with it. “Eiri, did he say +‘Japantown’+? Is that where we’re going?” Once Shu started talking, in rapid-fire Japanese, the American seemed to lose interest in chit-chat. “What are we gonna do there?” Shu bounced a little in excitement. “We live in Japan. While we’re in America, shouldn’t we try something new? Do something American?” Shu grabbed the back of the front seat and leaned on it to ask, +”Mister, what is American visitor do in San Francisco?”+
+”Uh, I guess they visit the bridge,”+ the cabbie said uncertainly, after working his way through Shu’s poor English.
Eiri corrected Shu’s grammar and added, “Yes, we are going to Japantown. I want decent fish for dinner. And America isn’t any more or less thrilling than Japan,” he said cynically. “San Francisco is just another big city with lots of traffic and polluted air.”
“Eiri! That’s not fair! Every place is different and each city has its own special flavor to it! I haven’t been to America so often that I’m blind to how it’s different here. Don’t you like to be someplace new?”
“Not really.” Eiri pulled out his cigarettes and the cab driver noticed.
+“Hey, buddy, this is a no smoking cab. Put ‘em away.”+ Eiri glared at him, which he shrugged off. +”Rules is rules,”+ he said, philosophically. Eiri was tempted to correct his grammar, too. He pocketed the cigarettes again. Shu let go of his arm and sat back in his seat, biting his lip. Damn, Eiri thought. Not only could he not smoke, he’d scared off Shuichi and for once, he hadn’t wanted to. +”’Bout five more minutes, guys,”+ the cabbie informed them.
Eiri hoped that his ideas for dinner would turn out better than the somewhat disastrous night he proposed to Shuichi. Ug. Girls used to fall into his arms when he did the things that were the least bit romantic. Why did his good intentions back fire with Shuichi? Maybe it had something to do with Shu not being female? No. It probably had more to do with how Eiri treated him day-to-day. How he behaved on a daily basis often seemed out-of-line to his behavior when he was trying to be charming. The switch made Shu wary instead of grateful. Eiri sighed at the glass window and admitted privately that Shu had reason to mistrust those rare glimpses of a nicer, softer version of himself. He tended to switch back to his usual self quickly and come back colder and more caustic than before— mostly because he’d be mad at himself for showing any kind of ‘weakness’ in the first place.
Shu took it all in stride, though: Eiri’s personality, his mood swings, and everything else that life dealt them. Eiri turned to watch him. He was wiggling around on the seat to get the best view of everything from inside the car. “Eiri, look! What a funny looking pagoda!” he exclaimed.
Eiri looked. It was a five-tiered, out-of-control mushroom. The beige excuse for a pagoda was probably about 30 meters high. [1] Eiri hated it on sight. It was very plain; without color, and with none of the designs or carvings that he found aesthetically pleasing in Asian architecture. The cab pulled up about half a block away from the cement and brick plaza the thing rested in.
+”This is Kinokun. . . uh, the place you want to go. It’s connected to Kintetsu Mall. That over there’s the Peace Plaza,”+ the cabbie said, hardening the sounds of the Japanese with his accent, and poking his finger at the ugly pagoda beyond windshield. +”This whole area’s J-Town.”+ He named the fare and Eiri paid it and thanked him. Shu got out on the street-side and circled behind the car to wait for Eiri on the sidewalk. He had his hands stuffed into his pockets, ruining his adult-seeming by rocking on his heels and craning his head around at the buildings, singing loudly. Eiri stepped out of the cab and walked straight toward the entrance to Kinokuniya.
Shu ran to catch up with him. The inside was pretty un-inspiring. It was a mall, much like any other mall, in any other place. To the right were a salon and a travel agency. Ahead was a barbeque restaurant, by the smell. Next to that was an antique shop, with a decidedly Japanese bent. Eiri strode forward, taking in the usual at a glance; one hour photo, cosmetics, trinkets, a fry-food restaurant, an electronics store, and a florist. He headed for the stairs.
Shu followed. “Hey, Eiri, you said you wanted fish for dinner?”
“Yes.” They emerged from the stairwell and Eiri could see that most of the second floor was devoted to restaurants, with the exception of a jeweler, an art gallery, and a large book store. “Maybe we could look in the book store, first, though.”
Shu grabbed his arm. “Eiri, you take FOR-ever in a book store! Can’t we eat first?”
“It looks like they have CD’s, too,” he commented, looking in the windows. He watched Shu’s resolve crumble. “It can’t be later than 3:30.”
“I know, but you’re the one who made us skip lunch!” Eiri raised one eyebrow at him and Shu confessed, blushing, “Okay, so it was a mutual skipping of lunch. It still means I haven’t eaten since breakfast! And neither have you! Can’t we go there after we eat? Please?”
“Alright, bratt. Which one?”
Shu looked around briefly, then closed his eyes, spun on his heel, and stretched out one hand to point. “That one!”
Eiri sighed. “Do you think that’s the best way to choose a restaurant?”
Shu shrugged and walked toward it. “As long as they have ‘decent fish’, what do you care?” He waltzed in.
The place looked like a half-hearted attempt at crossing a school cafeteria and a cheap diner. The tables were cheap laminate and the chairs were mostly mis-matched wood. There were a few token decorations that could be attributed to Japanese style, like white paper lanterns and framed Japanese calligraphy. Interestingly, the wall paper and bamboo partitions, photos of proud fisherman, and pseudo-decorative fishing nets hung on the ceiling made him think ‘beach resort’ more than ‘Japan’. A chintzy plastic sign by the doorway said, “Please be Seated.” Under the English, an abused paper sign had been written in Japanese and hung there by tape, to translate. In other words, this place didn’t rate a host or hostess.
For all that the décor was lacking, it seemed to be a popular place to eat. Reggae music played and a wide variety of tourists and locals of all ages, and some military folks sat around, talking and eating. If a place was this busy during its ‘off’ hours, it was a good sign that the food would be worth eating. Shu smiled at him, encouragingly, and chose a table. Eiri damned the no-smoking signs. When he returned to Japan, he would have to make up for lost time with his cigarettes, he thought.
A waiter appeared. He was a young, tan, Japanese guy with long bangs that he whipped out of his eyes with a toss of his head as he asked, +“Would you like menu for Isuzu or for Hana Hou?”+ He wore a plain white t-shirt, brightly-patterned floral beach pants, and sneakers without socks. Over that, was a small, belt-style apron that held pens and (presumably) billing receipts. He looked at them expectantly.
+“What’s the difference?”+ Eiri asked.
The waiter explained rapidly, with a sense of practice; +”Isuzu and Hana Hou share the tables, here. Isuzu menu has Japanese food, seafood. Hana Hou is Hawai’ian food. I can give you both?”+
+“Just the Isuzu menus, then.”+
The waiter bowed and handed over two of the menus he had tucked under his arm. +”I’ll bring you water and tea in a minute,”+ he said, and left.
Shu brightened up over the menu, “Oh good! It’s all in Japanese! Some tempura sounds good. . . And I think I’ll have some— Hey!“ Eiri snatched the menu from him. Shu looked at his hands in surprise. “What did you do that for?”
“I’ll order for both of us,” Eiri said placidly.
“Why? Don’t you think I can order for myself?” Shu crossed his arms over his chest and slouched in his chair, pouting. “My English isn’t great, but I can still manage to get across what I want— even if my grammar does suck!”
“It’s not about that. Just shut up, okay?” Shuichi added a frown to his pouting expression and body language. It made him look very childish. “Sit up, Idiot. People are going to think you’re a pre-teen, sulking like that.”
He sat up, and uncrossed his arms, but the frown and the pout stayed. “Why are you—“
The waiter returned, setting two glasses of water on the table, and Shu cut himself off. “Ah, you speak Japanese?” He asked. Shu and Eiri answered ‘yes’ and the waiter nodded. “Okay. What can I get for you?”
Eiri ordered, “We’ll have kai fish, red rice, kelp, tempura, and . . . do you serve sake?”
Both the waiter and Shuichi watched him in surprise. “Uh . . . yes. Congratulations?”
“Thank you,” Eiri said. He folded the menus and handed them over with a tight smile. The waiter asked to check Shuichi’s ID to make sure he was old enough to drink, and then he left again.
“Eiri,” Shu stated his name simply and a smile started creeping over the kid’s face. With the exception of tempura, the other foods were all traditional post-wedding foods. Each one had a meaning toward ensuring the newlyweds with happiness and long life together. “Now I know why you wanted to come here.” Shu grinned and tears of joy started filling his eyes. “Maybe we can find wagashi cakes, too?! Do you think the waiter would know where to find some!? Could we?!”
Eiri shrugged, feigning indifference. This place wasn’t as classy as he would have liked, but at least this romantic gesture had worked on Shuichi.
***
Dinner had been really good and Shuichi exclaimed that he was very full. Eiri just wanted to smoke. Instead, he was chewing another rancid piece of gum. He hadn’t let Shu have more than a cupful of sake. He hadn’t wanted the singer to get drunk, but neither did he want to skip the important tradition of drinking sake in celebration of their wedding. Maybe he was a sentimental fool, at heart?
The waiter had given them directions to “Benkyo-do,” a pastry shop that he thought sold wagashi cakes. It was only a few blocks away, so after a lengthy browsing in the bookstore near the restaurant, and a few purchases there, the two of them took the between-mall bridge into Kintetsu Mall. They window-shopped their way through the place and went down to the Peace Plaza with its ugly pagoda. The plaza was actually kind of nice. It had a great many bricked-in, potted trees; some Japanese lanterns; and lots of seating-- some of which was under canopy roofs. There was even a stage under the mushroom-tower. At the far end, an attempt had been made to duplicate a Japanese rock garden.
From the plaza, they crossed Post Street and entered the courtyard of Buchanan Mall, with its Japanese-style post gate. This mall was split into three, two-story buildings that faced each other over the mostly-cement courtyard; two on the West side and one on the East. They had been directed to go in the second building on West side.
Benkyo-do was at the Northern end of the first floor. Looking into their glass storefront, revealed a very clean diner/ pastry shop/ bakery. Chimes rang as they stepped inside and Shuichi went straight over to the pastry cases. “Eiri!” He called, “wagashi cakes! They have higashi shaped like cranes and turtles, and monaka plum blossoms! Isn’t that great?”
Eiri nodded. Fidelity, Long Marriage, and Success were all good choices. “Let’s get a dozen.”
“So many?” Shu questioned. “You have the worst sweet tooth,” he laughed. Eiri smiled at him, tolerantly. If he could just smoke around here, things would be perfect, he thought.
A smiling, middle-aged Japanese woman with a cap of very short, curly hair bagged their pastries and accepted payment. Eiri noted that she was wearing black and a quick glance at the staff showed that all of them were wearing black. At least three of the staff had a strong family resemblance to the woman behind the counter— they were probably her daughters. [2] They must be in mourning, Eiri surmised. Having recently gone through it, himself, he felt a twinge of sympathy for them.
By the time they left the shop, it was almost 6:00 and the sun was low on the horizon. “Hey! Eiri! What do you want to do next? Do you think we could see a dragon dance? Or maybe we could convince some people to do a traditional dance in our honor?” [3] He laughed at his own wit. Maybe the kid was tipsy from his cup of sake.
“I have a better idea,” Eiri said. He pulled Shuichi close and whispered, “we can go back to our hotel and do some ‘dragon dancing’ of our own.”
Shu’s face turned red and he glanced at his husband, eyes flashing merrily. “No ‘traditional dances’ for us, huh?” He grinned and laughed. Eiri shook his head at Shuichi and moved toward the street, to hail a cab.
It was a short enough cab ride that, if they knew the city better, they might have walked back to their hotel. From the front, the Mark Hopkins looked like a huge square that had had one corner neatly sliced off. It stretched eighteen floors into the sky. Their room was on the fifteenth floor. It was nothing really special; roomy without being too big and decorated in dark peach and pale gold colors with dark wood accents. They both left their shoes at the door by ingrained habit.
Furniture had been arranged to make two parts of the room. One section held the bed and its little nightstands, which had been re-made in their absence. Opposite the large, floor-to-ceiling window was the door to the bathroom. There, the wet, used towels they’d left had been replaced with clean, folded, fresh ones.
The other portion of the room held two over-stuffed green-striped chairs, which were still covered in discarded clothing. Shu’s bag sat on the one his clothes were strewn over. The coffee table by the chairs was playing host to Eiri’s laptop and suitcase. The cabinet with the TV and stereo was shut; even though Eiri knew that Shuichi had left it open. At the little wooden desk with its phone, the paper paraphernalia had been re-straightened, too.
Both of them took for granted the talents of the hotel cleaning staff, having spent far too many occasions checking in and out of hotel rooms on business. They ignored the décor and Eiri took off his jacket, dropping it onto the chair with his other clothes. The books he’d bought, he set on top of his suitcase. Shu followed his lead, leaving his jacket on the other chair along with his new CDs. He pulled two of the higashi turtles from the bag, holding one out to him. “Ready for dessert?” Shu asked archly.
Eiri used his lips to take the cake from Shu, licking the singer’s fingers seductively. Watching Shu’s reaction, Eiri pulled his tongue in take the sweet into his mouth. Shu was certainly predictable; his eyes glazed and a goofy smile crept over his face. Eiri smiled and turned from him to shut out their much-touted view of the city. He chewed up the confection, letting the sugars melt in his mouth. “Don’t forget to eat yours, Shu-han,” he reminded.
Shu threw himself into his new husband and hugged him from behind, running his hands over Eiri’s chest. Eiri pulled the curtain cords to close the drapes and Shuichi’s hands started unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. Eiri put one hand over Shu’s and ran their hands over his crotch so that Shu would feel Eiri’s stiff cock. The singer moaned against his back and grasped Eiri through his pants, squeezing him gently. Eiri breathed deeply, enjoying the feeling. Shu’s left hand began pulling Eiri’s shirt out of his pants. The kid reached up inside the loose shirt and rubbed his left nipple, teasingly.
“Alright, bratt. My turn.” Eiri pulled Shu’s hands off of him and turned to face him. He was grinning crazily, as if he would burst of pure joy at any moment. Eiri decided he would torture him, by drawing out their foreplay. Shu was always so impatient— he wanted everything now. It was part of his childish nature that made him go after instant rewards rather than waiting for more satisfying ones. Eiri grinned back and Shu’s eyes widened. “Why don’t you sit on the bed, Shuichi?”
Shu sat on the edge, waiting for more instructions, watching him carefully. Eiri stood before him, slowly slipping his belt out of its loops. Shu bounced around, moving so that he sat on his knees instead of his butt. He reached his arms out to touch, but Eiri backed away from him. He made a mou of disappointment. Eiri just smirked at him. He tossed his belt aside and began unbuttoning his shirt, one slow button at a time. Shu watched him with hungry eyes. He loved that look on Shu’s face. He stepped forward, smoothed his hands down the kid’s arms and pinned him. Then, he kissed Shu; hard, and wanting. Those pouty lips parted for him and his tongue came after Eiri’s like he’d been starved. It turned him on. A lot.
He broke the kiss and Shu tried to come after him with his mouth, but Eiri continued to hold him down and stay out of his range. He kissed Shu’s jawbone and neck, nuzzling him and inhaling the light, clean, musky scent of his skin and the strawberry scent of his hair. The kid moaned and sighed in small, pleasured gasps. Those sounds made Eiri even harder. Damnit, it was almost too difficult to go slowly. His entire groin region felt too tight. He was filled with such desire and he knew that Shu would quench it. He let one of Shu’s hands go, so that he could run his own hand over Shu’s body and assess his state of arousal. The kid was hot, and from the feel of his pants, he hadn’t worn any underwear. “No underwear?” He questioned, to confirm his guess. If he’d known that earlier . . . well, it might be better he hadn’t known.
Shu blushed. “I am wearing underwear. It’s just, um, small.”
“Show me.” Eiri let him go and stood back.
Shu pulled off his belt, throwing it onto the floor, then unfastened his pants and lifted himself to ‘stand’ on his knees and push the pants down. He sat back again on his butt, swinging his legs sideways and out to finish removing them. With a casual gesture, the pants hit the floor to one side of the bed and Shu lay back on comforter to show Eiri what he wanted to see. The underwear was small enough that, as big as Shuichi was, he had no business wearing them in the first place. The blue, thong-style underwear had very little fabric and it barely covered his balls when he was aroused— like now. Shuichi’s penis stuck out of the underwear to the point where he may as well not have bothered to put them on.
Shu was blushing, but he smiled with an unmistakable ‘come hither’ look on his face. “Do you like them?”
Eiri grinned. “What do you think, dummy?” He pulled off Shu’s socks and climbed on the bed, crawling up his body. He let his hand trail up from Shu’s toes, over his ankle, up his shapely calf, over his knee, his thigh, and onto the fabric of his so-revealing underwear. His hand caressed and teased, while he kept his eyes on his lover’s— husband’s— face.
Shu drew in a deep breath and closed his eyes to the touches. “I think— mmm.”
“Never mind. Don’t think. Just feel.” Eiri brought his face down over Shu’s cock and nuzzled him, smelling that wonderful, masculine scent that was unique to him and so sexy. Shu’s penis stood at attention and Eiri took it into his mouth, tasting his flesh.
Shu moaned, “Oh, Eiri!” Lightning played over his nerves when Shu called his name in heat that way. He sucked on Shu some more, moving his hand to touch his balls, and tease his bottom, running his fingers up and down soft, sensitive flesh. Eiri wanted to make him cum again and again, wanted to share pleasure with him for the rest of the night. He pushed the thong out of the way and probed Shu’s butt with his fingers. Shu bucked against him and the fingers of one hand tangled in Eiri’s hair. He murmured, “oh, oh, oh. . . “ in short, melodic gasps. Eiri kept at it until he could feel tense muscles freeze and the singer climaxed for him with a loud moan of relief that must have come from deep in his gut to get such a low, heart-felt sound. Eiri drank him in, swallowing, and feeling his small body relax liquidly.
He lifted his head to look at his lover. Shu was still panting slightly and those blue-violet eyes were focused on him. Keeping eye-contact, he kissed Shu’s stomach and received the desired reaction— little shudders ran through Shu’s body like a wave from the point of contact. Shu sighed as the waves subsided. Eiri moved up his body to kiss him. They ate at each others’ mouths hungrily, sharing the taste of each other and sex. One of Shu’s hands was still in his hair and the other came up inside his open shirt to hug him.
Eiri pulled back far enough from his mouth to say, “I want to fuck you.”
Shu blushed and smiled, nodding. “Do you want me to move?”
Eiri found the singer’s blushes amusing and charming. He was, by far, not the innocent he seemed. “No.” He backed off the bed and stood at its foot, watching Shu, while he took his clothes off. It was enticing to watch himself being watched so lustfully. He shrugged off his shirt and let it drop to the floor in a puddle. Shuichi never took his eyes off Eiri’s body. He picked his foot up to take off his sock and Shu sat up on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. “Be still,” Eiri ordered him, gently. The other sock dropped to the floor.
Shu pouted a little, frowning slightly, he asked, “Why?”
Eiri wanted his younger lover to be completely naked, but he wanted Shu to watch him undress, too. “Because I want every ounce of your attention focused on me,” he answered. Shu grinned happily. Eiri also wanted to force his impatient lover to go slowly. He didn’t voice any more of his thoughts, though, since he knew that it would only encourage the kid to ask more, possibly inopportune, questions.
Shu sat upright, criss-crossing his legs on the bed and watching Eiri with the bright-eyed intensity of a devoted dog, waiting for an expected treat from its master. Eiri slid his hands inside his opened pants and removed both pants and underwear at once, sliding them slowly off his hips until their own weight dragged them off his legs and they pooled on the floor. He stepped out of his clothes, toward the bed. Shu moved toward him on hands and knees, pressing his face into Eiri’s stomach. “I love you,” he whispered against the writer’s skin. Shu moved again, coming closer on his knees as his face climbed up Eiri’s chest, smelling him and breathing warmth over his skin. His deceptively thin arms wrapped around Eiri and pulled their bodies tightly together. Eiri could feel each of the buttons of his shirt distinctly.
Eiri put his arms around his beloved singer, one hand gripping that cute butt and the other on his back, keeping their bodies close. His own body cried out to him, needing a release for his painfully hard erection. The feel of Shu’s hot body against his groin was anguished temptation. Shu tipped his head back for a kiss. How could he resist? He devoured Shu’s mouth, nipping at the lips that he loved so much, letting Shu’s tongue probe and taste his mouth.
One of Shu’s hands strayed to his groin and Eiri allowed it, eager for his touch. Damn, he thought, the lube is out of reach. It would be nice to be back home. He forced Shu backward on the bed with a push. He flopped onto his back with a small noise of protest. Eiri reached out and hooked a finger in the thin strap of his thong. “Take that off,” he said, snapping it on Shu’s hip. Grinning, he turned to locate the lube.
Behind him, Shu giggled in understanding. “Can I take my shirt off, now, too?”
Eiri shook his head. “Be patient!” he admonished. After a brief search, he located the tube in an outer pocket of Shu’s bag. He turned back to the bed.
“Eiri, I like to feel you all over me, with nothing in the way,” Shu said. He was sitting up again, but he wore only his partially-buttoned white shirt.
“I know that.” He was pretty sure knew everything Shuichi liked. He climbed onto the bed. “Spread your legs for me, Shu-han.” Instant obedience. He adored that about his husband. In the bedroom, he almost always let Eiri have his way with him. He coated his fingers with lube and told him, “Now you can take your shirt off. I’ll watch you.”
Shu looked at him a little suspiciously, but moved his hands to his buttons. Eiri stroked his bottom, and probed him gently, preparing him. Shu’s eyes dropped shut and his breathing picked up. He managed one button. . .
“Need help?” Eiri asked with psuedo-innocence.
“N-n-no. Mmmm.” His eyes opened again and he focused his attention on the next button.
“Are you sure?” Eiri teased him.
Two more buttons to go. “Mmmm-hmmm,” he ‘answered’. Eiri continued to probe him until his shirt lay open. Shu’s body reacted well; Eiri’s touches had revived Shu’s erection, as he knew they would. He moved back and said, “You can take that shirt off now.” Shu rushed to obey. Eiri took the opportunity to use some more lube on himself. He capped the tube and tossed it off the bed. It would be inconvenient if it got in the way during sex— and it had before. The touch of his own hand felt good, but he knew that being inside his husband would feel so much better.
Shu stripped off his shirt and lay naked before him; legs spread wide, eager for him. Eiri placed his penis against Shu’s groin, lifting his hips a little to accommodate their positions. A long, wonderful moan came from Shuichi as Eiri entered him, smoothly. Shu’s hand crept its way over his own hip to masturbate. The moment Shu’s hand touched his penis, muscles tightened around Eiri’s cock, making him groan in pleasure. Shu wasn’t wasting any time, stroking himself vigorously. Eiri followed his lead and pumped his body against Shu with strong, deep, rapid thrusts. They both made pleasured noises, fully aware of the feel of each others’ bodies meeting in frenzied love-making.
Eiri loved the feel of Shu’s body, and the expression of . . . of someone lost deep in the experience of sex. It was beatific. He felt Shu reach his pinnacle, accompanied by a loud gasp. When Shu’s muscles squeezed his cock in a smooth vice-grip, he felt an orgasm rip through him, making it seem like they shared the same sensation in a wash of connectivity from their rutting. He pulled out and set Shu down, panting slightly and utterly happy.
Shu sat up, wrapping arms around him. “I love you!” He crowed. Eiri hugged him back and toppled them both to lie together on the bed. Shu sighed, “You feel so damn good.”
Eiri chuckled. He rolled onto his back and propped his head up by curling one arm under it. “Come here,” he directed, and Shu climbed on him, looking into his face. “I love you, too, Shuichi,” he confessed.
“I know,” Shu said, with a soft, joyous smile. He pressed his mouth down on Eiri’s, and they kissed each other with all the passion and exuberance of the love that had brought them this far and kept them together. He felt Shu’s happy tears drip onto his face.
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[1] Yes, it’s 30m = 1,000 feet high. It’s called the “Peace Pagoda” and was actually a gift of the Japanese government in 1968.
[2] From an obituary: “Hirofumi “Hippo” Okamura (Benkyo-do Co.) of San Francisco passed away after a long illness on Feb. 23. Beloved husband of 57 years…”
[3] This post-marriage tradition is supposed to grant luck to the happy couple.
[4] Wagashi are Japanese confections: Higashi are made of glutinous rice four, sugar and starch and pressed into molds to form dry sweets. Monaka are a little like cookies with sweet adzuki bean filling.
If you guessed that Isuzu/Hana Hou is a real place in Kinokuniya, you’re correct! The restaurant is actually on the first floor, but it’s tucked back in a side-passage of the mall, where you wouldn’t see it from the entrance, so I moved it. :) I described the inside pretty much how I see it (from pictures). Food critics like the place. |