Disclaimer: I don’t own Gravitation
Notes: Just a little seasonal/holiday story I was inspired to write as I was stuck in traffic. No warnings in particular. Nothing substantial, just some fluff and romance and a little sexual YxS innuendo ^_^;
Snow Angels
By Anahita (tsuzuki @ sluttyukes.com)
“C’mon Yuki!” The pink haired brat called out as he carefully waded through the ankle-deep snow that had accumulated on the ground below, taking care to avoid getting any of that icy substance between his socks, since he was only wearing tennis shoes that barely covered his ankles. “I can’t believe you’re acting all gloomy and stuff! This is a perfect night! There are a billion stars out. We’re all alone. We have tons of snow that hasn’t been plowed yet so everything looks so quiet and clean…” He continued. And sure enough, Shuichi’s typically grumpy lover was in no better spirits that evening, since he simply responded with an inarticulate grunt.
“Yeah, sure. Everything’s quiet and clean until tomorrow morning when the salt trucks come out and turn your pretty white snow into a puddle of ugly brown slush…”
“Which is why we should enjoy everything tonight!”
“Yeah, lets enjoy it now and worry about driving through that crap and having to put up with all the slow as hell drivers because they don’t have the balls to go any faster than some kid on a bicycle can manage…”
“Yuki…”
“And, of course, there’s the possibility of black ice on the road, which gives them all the more reason to drive so damn slow…”
“Yuki! Stop being so negative and enjoy the crisp air!”
“And what’s up with those little bastards who live in the apartment below us? There’s nothing I like more than being sniped by one of them with a snowball flush against the back of my head! Don’t tell me they haven’t gotten you yet…”
“Well, for starters, no. They haven’t managed to hit me with a snowball to the back of my head yet!” Shuichi said matter-of-factly, with a hint of pride in his voice.
“Yeah, right.”
“It’s true! I always get the first shot in! They never get a chance to hit me from behind!” Shuichi beamed, suddenly unable to hold back his pride.
Yuki smirked. “It figures that you were the one who provoked them in the first place.”
“Provoke? We were just having a little fun!”
“Yeah, it’s all fun and games until one of you accidentally packs a shard of glass or a razorblade in one of your icy projectiles there…”
“Yuki…” Shuichi started again, quickly losing patience.
“Then your lucky target will have a razor or a shard of glass lodged in his eye socket. Wheeee! Fun!”
“Yuki, you’re such a killjoy!”
“No, as usual, I am being the realist here. What I’m trying to tell you that all this getting giddy over a snowfall should have gotten old by the time you were old enough to start jacking off to your NG videos, and I think...” Yuki trailed off because before he was able to finish his thought, he found himself standing there in the middle of the park, cold and miserable, with a face-full of snow. “What the fuck did you do that for?!” He shouted as he wiped the quickly melting ice crystals out of his face and eyes with his forearm to see one very naughty pink-haired imp smirking back at him.
“C’mon! Get me back!” Shuichi dared, sticking out his little pink tongue so very teasingly, so very invitingly.
Yuki said nothing as he took a few steps towards the source of that offending snowball, and then a couple more steps without bothering to take his eyes off the brat as he continued to glare at him with absolutely no emotion in his cold, hazel eyes.
“Um… Yuki?” Shuichi asked nervously as his lover continued to silently approach him. He was startled enough to take a few steps back as Yuki encroached uncomfortably within his personal space, he continued to move back until the back of his calf connected with the concrete surface of a park bench and he went down, falling into a sitting position onto it and onto the several centimeters of the perfectly white, undisturbed snow that had recently settled upon it. He suddenly yelped as the cold, wet sensation quickly seeped through the denim fabric of his jeans and boxers, which made sitting there, very, very uncomfortable, and as soon as his mouth opened, his lover’s mouth was there to meet his own.
They kissed for a long, slow moment. And suddenly, Shuichi was no longer aware of the icy chill between his thighs and on the back of his legs. All that mattered; all that he was aware of was the sensation of their lips pressing against one another’s, of Yuki’s hot tongue playing softly and slowly against his own, as well as the warm core of heat that began to take shape within the pit of his gut. A few more minutes passed and they were still kissing. And Yuki was sitting down next to him on that bench, also oblivious to the icy chill that stung his skin as soon as he sat down onto that snow and ice covered surface. He was far too involved in Shuichi at that moment to even begin to care or even feel uncomfortable. They continued to kiss slow and deep, not particularly worried that anyone would run into them at such a late hour – and after a major snowstorm that blanketed most of city to begin with. Hell, the only people remotely interested in braving the weather to make a cold, wet mess of themselves and their clothing were people like Shuichi, and most of them were nestled snugly in their beds at that hour anyway, since Mommy wouldn’t let them out to play so late.
Shuichi moaned into the kiss as the feeling of warmth generated by Yuki’s kiss radiated all throughout his body, providing a lovely contrast to the icy winds that blew all round them.
“Umm… Yuki…” Shuichi moaned as the writer pulled away slightly. The boy leaned forward in an attempt to prolong the kiss. He didn’t want to lose that feeling of warmth and comfort just yet. But it proved to be in vain as Yuki pulled away completely, and watched with amusement in his eyes as he regarded Shuichi’s hazy demeanor as the stunned boy tried to refocus his senses while recovering from the kiss.
“See,” Shuichi finally said a few moments later, “playing in snow can be fun!” He smiled sweetly as he leaned across the bench to steal one last quick kiss.
“Yeah,” Yuki agreed, smirking wickedly as if some devious thought was taking shape in his mind. “I suppose I just have to find the fun in it.” He continued while he stealthily pulled away the back of Shuichi’s coat and sweater with one hand and deposited a handful of packed snow down the unsuspecting boy’s back with the other hand.
“Yuki! Fuck! What’s the matter with you?!” The singer jumped to his feet and began to ungracefully shimmy in an attempt to dislodge the chunk of ice away from his back.
“What? I’m just having some fun like you wanted me to!” Yuki rationalized as he assisted Shuichi by placing a hand up the back of his lover’s sweater to retrieve what was left of the offending snowball that was bothering the boy.
“Yeah, but I didn’t mean at my expense!” Shuichi pouted.
“Oh? You certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself when you conked me in the face with that snowball earlier.”
“That was different! You weren’t ambushed like I was! At least you saw that coming!”
“Yeah, not unlike how I see you coming a millisecond before you shoot your load all over my face.”
“Eww, you’re such an ass Yuki!”
“Oh Jesus, don’t you start with that. If acting like a whiny brat is your idea of fun in the snow, then I’m going back home because my idea of fun is not standing out here arguing with you in the middle of a freezing winter night so that we can pelt each other with snowballs.”
“We can do something else.” Shuichi offered.
“And I’m not building a motherfucking snowman either!”
Shuichi lowered his head and pouted, seemingly out of ideas.
“Hn. That’s what I thought.” Yuki muttered as he stood up and cursed as a gale of icy air struck him on the back of his legs, which were now soaking wet as a result of his sitting down on the snow-covered bench. He fished through his coat pocket for his cigarettes and cursed again when he realized that he left them back at the apartment. “Fuck!” All he had was his lighter. And Shuichi, and a thick blanket of snow for as far as his eye could see. And wind so damn cold between his legs that he was somewhat fearful that his balls would freeze up and fall off. And…
It was his turn to be taken by surprise, as all of a sudden he was aware of a heavy weight settling on his back. His body was thrown nearly off balance as he realized what had happened. That pink-haired brat mounted himself up onto his back, and locked his arms around his neck and legs around his waist to make it almost impossible for the man to break free from his clutches. And although through stumbling a step or two, the writer was able to regain his balance despite the icy pavement beneath his feet, it was not to last long since his companion who was traveling piggy-back proceeded to lean forward and whisper in his ear, “Oh no. We’re not going anywhere until you have a little fun.” And then he darted out his tongue and traced the outline of Yuki’s very cold, very sensitive ear.
Yuki’s knees gave out, and he went down into the snow-covered grass, and Shuichi’s weight bearing down on him pressed his body and face directly into his icy cushion that had broken his fall.
“Fuck!” Yuki cursed again, but this time there was no malice in his voice. He sounded like he usually did when he conceded victory to his energetic lover. Not exactly happy but curious to see what the boy had in mind for him. Yeah, it was a loss, but it was a perfectly sweet, delightful loss and it didn’t bother him to lose like that at all.
But he did have a reputation to maintain.
“Motherfucker! Get off of me!” Yuki bucked his hips, throwing Shuichi off to the side and quickly flipped over up to a sitting position. But he didn’t move fast enough, because Shuichi moved faster and straddled Yuki’s hips before the writer was able to stand up. The brat was grinning wildly. He looked like he was having the time of his life.
“No. Not yet.” Shuichi teased.
“Shuichi, I’m freezing cold!”
“I can warm you up…” Shuichi leaned forward and pecked Yuki on the tip of his nose. “Hmm, you are cold.”
“No shit! Why don’t we go home and I’ll fix you up a nice mug of hot chocolate and you can sit on me and jump on me to your heart’s content!” Yuki offered, attempting a warm, sincere smile to mirror Shuichi’s and yet somehow came off as looking quite predatory instead.
“Hmm…” Shuichi focused his eyes away from Yuki and worried his bottom lip between his teeth as he took a moment to consider Yuki’s proposition. “No.” he finally answered.
“What?! You want to stay here when we could be…”
“I told you that I brought you out here so that we could have some fun. Now I’m here to make sure that you keep that promise!”
“What the fuck? What promise?!”
“Come on, Yuki. I just want you to remember what it was like to be a kid and when you weren’t so gloomy and miserable all the time.” Shuichi picked up a handful of loose snow, held it out in front of his face and blew the tiny ice crystals into the night air, watching as the small particles sometimes caught the light of the park lamp which gave them the effect of being illuminated before they settled back down on the ground below, like tiny falling stars in the night sky. “What’s stopping you from letting loose just once?”
“Shuichi, the snow is cold.”
“So?”
“And these jeans are tight and getting wet from rolling around in all this snow, and I swear if I spend more that a second peeling them off when we get home, I’m going to kick your ass!”
“Yeah, mine are wet too! Isn’t it great?” Shuichi then decided that he wasn’t in the mood to listen to Yuki complain anymore, so he leaned forward in order to silence his lover in the same way that his lover liked silencing him, with a kiss.
And after a token half-hearted struggle, Yuki kissed Shuichi back.
Much better, Shuichi thought to himself as he shifted his hips to find a more comfortable position to rest on top of Yuki as they lay there and made out for a few moments more. At least he wasn’t complaining about the cold anymore. Shuichi hated it when Yuki acted like that. He always went out of his way to see the negative in everything, and Shuichi made it his job to change that. It wasn’t right for a 22 year old to act as weary and humorless as someone 30 years older than himself!
“Hey, I know!” Shuichi broke the kiss abruptly and turned his head to whisper in Yuki’s ear, “Since I already have you on your back, why don’t you make a snow angel?”
Yuki blinked, incredulously. “What?”
“A snow angel! You outstretch your arms and legs and wave them up and down like this so that you can make an imprint in the snow that looks like an angel.” Shuichi demonstrated.
“I know what a snow angel is, you freak! I simply wanted to know what the fuck you wanted me to do it for?”
“No reason in particular. I just want to see you act like a kid again, and not some grumpy old man!”
Yuki furrowed his brow. “I don’t act like a grumpy old man!”
“C’mon… just make one and then we can go home and snuggle under some warm blankets and…” Shuichi offered.
“I don’t…”
“C’mon… just one and I’ll give you a blowjob…” Shuichi added, using the bait that he knew would work with the least amount of resistance.
Yuki’s eyes went wide and he stopped talking as his mind processed what Shuichi had offered over and over, trying to convince himself that he heard correctly. That little tease was going to offer his body as incentive for him to make an ass out of himself. What was wrong with him? And more importantly, when did he get so aggressive in the first place? Not that he was complaining, of course.
“Okay, but just one!” Yuki conceded.
“HA! I knew I could convince you if I offered sex in exchange! God, you’re so obvious!”
“And since you don’t mind exchanging sexual favors in order to get people to do things for you, what do you think that makes you?”
“A pervert’s boyfriend?”
Yuki chuckled, and then rolled his eyes, as he made good on his part of the deal. He moved his arms up and down in a flapping motion, and simultaneously moved his legs opened and closed, all while Shuichi remained seated atop him, making sure that he wouldn’t get away. Yuki did that for several repetitions. “Satisfied?” He asked.
Shuichi nodded and rose to his feet, and then offered a hand to Yuki to help him stand up as well.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Shuichi asked, completely satisfied and pleased with himself. His only regret was that he didn’t bring his camera with him so that he could catch that on film, Yuki, his very own snow angel!
Yuki scowled, predictable. “I like my idea of fun better.” He complained as he brushed the remaining snow stuck to him in soggy clumps that had not yet melted and seeped through his pants. He cursed to himself as he thought about what a bitch it would be to get home like that, but despite all of his complaints, he was in a pleasant mood overall.
“Come on.” Yuki said. “Let’s go home so I can demonstrate to you my idea of fun.” He slid his arm around Shuichi’s waist and they headed off, arm in arm into the cold, black winter night.
~Fin~ |