“Accidents Happen”
Disclaimer: Gravitation and its characters belong to Murakami Maki
Pairings: Yuki x Shuichi
Rating: R
Warnings: Cursing, sexual situations between two MEN
A/N: This is rather pointless, but it happened to my friend and I couldn’t stop laughing when she told me. I could really see Shuichi doing something like this too, so I decided to ignore my final papers and write it down^^
‘blah’=thinking
“blah”=talking
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It was a calm Saturday morning in the middle of summer and Eiri did not feel like leaving the comfort of his bed. He much rather preferred to stay tangled in his fragrant sheets, with his small lover sleeping beside him, their legs intertwined, skin rubbing together deliciously.
But this particular Saturday was marked on his calendar; Eiri could even see the date circled in red, reminding him that he had to leave his current haven. And it annoyed him.
Slowly pulling his leg out from between Shuichi’s, he carefully got out of bed and managed to not alert his lover. Knowing Shuichi, he would probably sleep for another two hours if he wasn’t disturbed. Eiri smiled at the thought, recalling the peaceful innocence that always pervaded Shuichi’s eyes as he naturally woke up.
As he stared at his lover’s smiling visage, Eiri’s mind began to wander and he no longer saw Shuichi. His mind was becoming a peaceful blank, still caught up in the mental lull sleep brought about. Shaking himself, he noticed that he had an hour to get ready before Tohma and Mika would come banging down his door, angry that he was late to their scheduled early-morning bitchfest.
After taking a shower and turning on the coffee-maker, Eiri noted that he still had quite some time left before he had to meet the Seguchis. Pleased, he left the kitchen in order to gather some necessary items he needed, before returning to the kitchen table and starting the project he promised himself he would get done today.
~*~*~
“Shuichi!”
“Naaaaaaahhhh….”
“Wake up for *one* second, baka!”
Shuichi frowned, annoyed with the hand shaking him incessantly. It was the weekend! His chance to sleep in! Who would dare wake him up at such an un-godly hour?
“Whaaat?”
“Finally. Are you going to listen to me?”
“MmHmm.” He replied, absently realizing that it was Eiri who was so rudely interrupting his dreams. Did he want sex? Shuichi smiled vapidly, eyes still shut as he turned onto his back as a way of indicating that he was listening.
“I swear, you’re so damn spoiled.” This was mumbled under Eiri’s breath, and Shuichi realized with annoyance that his lover only woke him up to scold. “Listen, I noticed last night one of our chairs was broken, so I broke off the whole leg and glued it back on again (1). It’s the one with it’s back to the living room, so whatever you do, DO NOT sit in it, okay?”
Geez, Eiri sure was bitching at him a lot. Briefly, Shuichi wondered what he did this time. Nothing came to mind, since he had been *sleeping* peacefully before his grumpy lover woke him up. With a yawn, Shuichi nodded at whatever Eiri said, knowing that seeming acquiescence usually placated the blonde. It appeared to work, because Eiri mumbled something about breakfast before ruffling his hair and placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
“Mmm…Eiri…..” Shuichi wanted to open his eyes and continue in the present vein, but the pillow underneath him was so soft, and the sheets caressed his skin so pleasantly, that he instead burrowed under the covers and promptly fell asleep again.
~*~*~
The sun had already reached it’s zenith by the time Shuichi woke up. This time, he was fully competent, and with a satisfying yawn, he stretched his arms out before collapsing back against the soft pillows. What a pleasant sleep he had! The previous week had been harrowing on the energetic singer, and when he went to sleep last night, fully aware that he could sleep for as long as he wanted, he could barely contain his satisfaction.
Rubbing his eyes that still felt achy and dry, Shuichi yawned again before getting out of bed slowly. He trudged into the bathroom, opting for a shower since his skin felt oily. After a quick check, he identified the nasty taste in his mouth as his rancid breath, and took his toothbrush into the shower with him in order to get all of his morning necessities out of the way.
His hunger would not let him enjoy the massaging spray of the shower, however, and Shuichi finished quickly. He dressed and combed his hair before entering the kitchen in order to make himself a sandwich. While doing that, he turned on the coffee maker and once it finished brewing, poured a cup for his Eiri.
Excited with the prospect of seeing his lover again, Shuichi skipped through the apartment, managing to spill coffee on himself only twice.
“EIRI~ Good Morning!” He sang, throwing the door open so hard it bounced against the wall. “I brought you some coffee, my—huh?”
The office was empty. Chair vacated, laptop turned off.
“Eiri?” Confusion was the first emotion Shuichi felt, and he frowned while thinking.
‘Where is Eiri? He never goes out of the apartment without telling me! Did something happen? Did someone get hurt, was there an emergency??’
Spinning around, not even noticing the coffee that splashed onto the clean white walls, he ran into the bedroom, just to make sure that he didn’t notice his lover when he woke up. Alas, Eiri was not there and Shuichi really started to hyperventilate.
‘Cigarettes? Maybe he went to get cigarettes….DON’T panic Shuichi!’
It was too late, however, and no matter how much Shuichi tried to calm himself down, he still felt all energy drain out of his body as he started to cry. Letting his arm go limp, he made a trail of coffee on the immaculate floor before creating a puddle on the white bed sheets, where he landed once his body gave out on him.
‘Eiri…where are you?’ That seemed to become his mantra, and Shuichi sniffed, trailing his nose along the sheets before looking forlornly out the window. The calendar hung in that general vicinity caught his attention, however, and with curious eyes, Shuichi examined the circled date.
“Breakfast with Seguchi.” He read aloud, slowly processing the information. “Oh!” He tittered, hand covering his mouth briefly. “I remember now, he told me yesterday.”
Once again feeling assured, Shuichi left the bedroom, forgetting about the cup he entered with and leaving it, tipped over, on the bed. He went back into the kitchen, noticing his sandwich on the countertop, and he picked up the plate and placed it one the kitchen table before moving to pour himself a drink.
That done, he rubbed his hands together, anxious to quiet his protesting stomach. Humming to himself, he plopped down on the chair, getting a chance to pick up the sandwich and open his mouth before a loud ‘crack’ caught his attention.
“Hmmm? What was tha—” Within the space of a second, he found himself on the floor, chair toppled to the side, the broken leg rolling off to the right. “What the *hell*?” Getting up, Shuichi rubbed his smarting backside while examining the damage. Briefly, the conversation he had with Eiri this morning filtered through his mind, and with growing horror, Shuichi realized he did exactly what Eiri told him *not* to do!
“Oh shit! What do I do??” Covering his mouth, he squatted next to the overturned chair, noticing the still wet glue covering the broken edge. “Right! Gotta glue it on again, and Eiri won’t know the difference!”
Feeling slightly calmer now that he had a plan of action, Shuichi raced into the living room, looking for glue. Alas, he realized once he got there that he had no idea where Eiri kept items such as glue. With the hammer, perhaps? He had a brief image of Eiri, wearing a hard hat and tool belt, a hammer in one hand, arm muscles tensed as he swung the tool down hard, acting all masculine and sexy….Mmm… A blush stained Shuichi’s cheeks as he imagined such an Eiri, but it was quickly dispelled when he remembered the real thing. Eiri would never do such a thing—he was completely inept when it came to menial labor, and usually hired someone else to do it for him.
Reasoning that his lover probably left the glue he used this morning in his office, Shuichi quickly went in there, looking around briefly before giving up. He was about to start panicking again when he remembered his own stash of art supplies and quickly ran to his computer desk that was situated in the living room, rooting around in the top drawer before he pulled out his crusted over Elmer’s Glue bottle.
‘Aha! This should do the trick!’ He thought, racing back into the kitchen. He found the broken off leg and tucked it into the pocket of his shorts, taking care to not get any glue on his clothing. He then lifted up the chair and squirted some glue on the underside of the broken leg after peeling the crust off the spout. That done, he balanced the chair with one hand, and pulled out the leg from his pocket before realizing that he now had no free hands to cover it with glue. Sticking his tongue out in concentration, he wiggled under the chair and propped it onto his shoulder, ignoring the white goop that was dripping onto his clothes. Pouring about half the container out onto the broken leg, he placed it upright on the floor, the extra glue pouring down the leg and onto his hand and the tiles. He then wiggled out from under the heavy chair and placed it onto the leg, holding the two together before cautiously stepping back. Thankfully, it didn’t fall apart on him, and he breathed out a sigh of relief.
Suddenly, the phone rang, causing the pink haired boy to jump up with fright. He got over his surprise and slid over to the it, wiping off excess glue onto the countertop.
“Moshi moshi! (2) You’ve reached Eiri and Shuichi’s love nest! Shuichi speaking~” He greeted, dissolving into a fit of giggles. He always wanted to answer the phone like that, but Eiri was always here, so he couldn’t do it without getting yelled at.
There was a long-suffering sigh on the other end, and then: “…you always answer the phone like that?”
“EIRI!” …damn! Figures his grumpy love would be the one calling the ONE time he had the chance to state his spiel. “Uh…how are you?”
“Peachy. Listen, breakfast ran really late, and I’m bringing Tohma and Mika over. *If* you can, start brewing a pot of coffee, alright?”
“Umm…where are you right now?”
“Stop light. ‘Bout two blocks away, why?” Shuichi could sense the suspicion and he just knew his lover’s eyes were narrowed.
“No reason!” He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I’ll make the coffee, Eiri~”
“Good.” And then he hung up.
Hoping Eiri wouldn’t notice the chair when he got home, Shuichi threw the bottle of glue out and dumped out the old coffee. He was just measuring out the ground coffee when he heard a key being inserted into the front door. With a squeal, he poured some water into the machine and turned it on before racing into the foyer, his socks propelling him forward. The second Eiri entered, he jumped onto his hapless lover, twining his arms and legs around his larger frame and squeezing.
“Eiri! It was soooo~ boring without you here! I’m so glad you’re back! Good morning!”
“Off.”
“Oh. Right, sorry Eiri.” Sheepishly, Shuichi slithered off the blonde, blushing as he realized that he was being scrutinized by the intense, black eyes of Tohma and Mika-san.
“Hi everyone! Come in, I just made some coffee. Let me get your coat, Mika-san. Would either of you like tea instead?”
“Shuichi, let them in and shut up.”
“Sorry!”
He could have sworn he saw an amused glint in Tohma’s eyes, but he wrote that off as impossible. Tohma hated him! Or at least, barely tolerated him, kinda like Mika. And Suguru, come to think of it. Shuichi scowled, wondering what was wrong with the family before realizing the other adults had left him and were in the kitchen. Humming, he skipped along after them, smiling when he saw Eiri taking down mugs and pouring out coffee. His lover was so cute when he was being all domestic!
“Have a seat, I’ll heat up some food in a second.” Eiri was saying, handing out the mugs of coffee. Shuichi continued smiling, content to watch his lover from afar, when with growing horror, he realized Tohma was pulling out the broken chair, getting ready to sit on it.
His hand shot out as he rushed forward, ready to shove Tohma away, but it was too late. He sat, and a second later he was on the ground, curled on his side, the sticky chair on top of him, dripping glue onto his expensive, imported, silk dress shirt. Belatedly, Shuichi noticed his black, felt-lined hat was also on the floor: it rolled on its rim for a moment, like a coin, before it too succumbed to gravity and fell down. Right in front of Eiri’s feet.
There was a moment of silence, and then….
“SHUICHI!!!”
~*~*~
Laying on the couch with his tear-stained face partially obscured by the arm, Shuichi sniffled and wondered if it was safe to enter the bedroom. He could hear Eiri moving around, getting ready for bed, and it made him ache with longing. He wanted to be in there too, damnit!
Shifting around so he could breathe better on his stomach, Shuichi closed his eyes as he recalled the drama from earlier. ‘Eiri was really mad.’ He thought, flipping onto his back and throwing his arm over his eyes. ‘In fact, I thought for sure he was going to throw me out, and he hasn’t done that in years!’
Eiri had indeed been mad, especially when he knew he had told his idiotic lover that *very morning* not to sit in the damn chair. Mika had been strangely amused by the spectacle, looking like she was having a hard time hiding her laughter as she watched her husband flailing around on the floor. And Tohma…more tears escaped Shuichi’s eyes as he recalled his boss’s reaction. It had been very cold, to say the least.
With as much dignity as he could muster, Tohma had gotten off the floor, brushing off his shirt and sending a glare that cracked Shuichi’s will in half. He didn’t stay too long after that, Shuichi recalled. Instead, he collected his wife, coat, and shoes, said a polite goodbye to Eiri, and stalked out of the apartment, not once looking at the trembling, pink-haired singer.
Eiri didn’t have Tohma’s self-control, however. Once he noticed the glue all over his floor, the coffee stains on the walls, floor, AND sheets (along with the missing mug), he had gone berserk.
“WHAT the *fuck* have you been doing all day, besides wrecking my place? *How* can you be so fuckin’ careless, Shuichi? It’s not even cute anymore, you’re not a god-damned child, so why don’t you GROW UP ALREADY??”
That had hurt the most. Out of everything else Eiri had screamed, the comment about growing up really stung. He hated it when Eiri looked down on him, laughed at him for his inabilities, and today he had undone all his work; proven to Eiri once and for all that he was a childish, useless BAKA!
“There’s never a dull moment with you around, is there?”
The deep, resigned voice startled Shuichi, and he jumped up, moving wearily away from his lover who had just sat down next to him.
“Come here, baka.” Moving slowly, as if it were a trap, Shuichi inched towards Eiri, waiting to see if he would smack him or yell more. When he didn’t, Shuichi let out a sob and threw himself into Eiri’s waiting arms, wrapping himself around the blonde.
“I’m sorry, Eiri! I really didn’t know the chair was broken! I know you told me in the morning, but I wasn’t even awake, so I didn’t know what you were saying~ And I tried to fix it, but I didn’t know where you kept the glue, so I used mine and…and…”
“Yes, I know the rest.” Was Eiri’s reply, delivered in an annoyed tone. He reached into a pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes, wrapping one arm around Shuichi to light up a stick. He then transferred the cigarette into his left hand and with his right arm, hugged his sobbing lover and pulled him closer.
“Are you mad, Yuki?”
“No. Annoyed, yes. But not mad.” Shuichi sniffled, not pleased with the response. He hated any negative emotion from Eiri!
“I’m sorry~”
“I know you are. How ‘bout we stop talking about this? I don’t want to think about it anymore. Though in the morning, *you* are cleaning the walls, the floor, the kitchen, and washing the sheets.”
“Okay!” Shuichi nodded, nearly giving himself whiplash from his enthusiasm.
“Baka” Eiri observed, a warm smile in his eyes. “Why don’t you put me in a better mood, hmm, Shuichi? After all, I think I deserve it for all of today’s aggravation.” He leaned forward to put out his cigarette before turning to his wide eyed lover, kissing him softly.
Shuichi responded with his token enthusiasm, even more eager than usual to please. “Whatever you want, Eiri.” He managed, before his lover silenced him with his tongue, driving it into his singer’s mouth to taste and tease his boy.
“You always give me what I want.” Eiri replied, pulling away. He smirked, pleased with the incredulous expression on Shuichi’s face before he pushed his lover forward, forcing him to lie on his back. “Always so eager to do what I want…so cute.” He continued, leaving Shuichi’s mouth for his neck, pausing on the throbbing vein so close to the skin and sucking hard, rubbing his tongue over the area and bringing blood to the surface.
“Oh yes~ Eiri…so good.” Shuichi sobbed, biting a fist. It felt so good to have Eiri’s hands and mouth on him, pressing into his skin and making him feel so alive. Shuichi would die if he could never feel those strong, calloused hands kneading his flesh again.
Eiri sat up then, much to his lover’s disappointment, who watched him with curious eyes. The blonde merely smirked, trailing his hands down his lover’s clothed body, stopping at the straining erection that he palmed and squeezed roughly. His grin was feral as he watched Shuichi throw his head back, his hands gripping the arm of the couch and his legs thrashing about helplessly. It was absolutely gorgeous and Eiri had the sudden urge to make his lover feel good, to rub and taste and suck until those thin legs would tremble with pleasure. It was so good to watch an orgasm rip through Shuichi’s body: the boy would tense, then grasp onto whatever was in his reach, his back would arch and his legs would open and close spastically. He had no control over his body then, it was all in Eiri’s hands and the blonde loved it.
“You love it when I do this, don’t you, Shu-chan?” He asked, receiving a moan in reply as Eiri tugged his thin shorts off. The boy lifted his hips up, helping the process and groaned when Eiri moved a hand under, cupping his ass and squeezing one firm cheek.
Clothing out of the way, Eiri moved to his lover’s erection, watching the quivering flesh as it stood up firmly, glistening in the light from street lamps that escaped the closed blinds.
“Eiri…please don’t tease!”
“Why not? You have been very bad, after all. Why should I make you feel good?” He asked, enjoying the cry that answered him. He encircled Shuichi’s erection at the base, squeezing his palm together rhythmically before licking the tip.
“Oh yes! More!” Shuichi screamed, lifting his head up to watch as Eiri sucked on the tip.
“So spoiled.” Eiri murmured, letting his words vibrate through the red, swollen head. He then wet his lips, trailing his tongue down his lover and tasting the salty bitterness, inhaling the thick scent of Shuichi. His fingers curled in the hair at the base of Shuichi’s erection and tugged, electing another sharp cry.
Shuichi was in heaven and hell. His lover felt so good, and there was so much stimulation on his cock, but it wasn’t enough! He could barely breathe, his lungs taking in short, shallow breaths of air. His toes were curling and his fingers dug into the fabric of the couch as his hips strained forward and *finally* Eiri took him in. “Oh God!! Yes….yes, Eiri it’s so good~” He wailed, nearly tearing his hair out from pleasure. His lover’s mouth was even hotter from his cigarette, it was burning him and sucking him and his was lost in a sea of hedonism.
His hands reached down, raking through Eiri’s hair, tugging on it as he thrust his hips up and Eiri let him, let his Shu-chan fuck his mouth. He let go of Shuichi’s erection and forced the kid’s legs further apart, so he was completely surrounded by Shuichi’s body. Opening his mouth further, he stopped Shuichi’s movements with his hands before taking the boy all the way in, rubbing his tongue against the flesh and sucking harder. He loved this; he wanted to drink all of Shuichi up.
The pink haired boy froze. He sat upright as his legs bent at the knees, and with a deep groan felt himself coming, his body convulsing with every stream that was torn out of him, bursting into Eiri’s awaiting mouth.
“Oh God…”
“Good?”
“Nhh…” He was past speech and thought. His body was still shivering from his orgasm, his hips still straining towards Eiri’s warmth. He felt a hand take his own and press it against his lover’s erection. His eyes shot open and he giggled, feeling the desperation that hardened Eiri's length.
“Come on Shu-chan, I’m not done yet.”
Giggling more, Shuichi let himself be lifted into his lover’s capable arms, his body already responding to the thought of Eiri taking him. If this was his lover’s reaction, perhaps he should mess up the apartment more often. He paused, however, thinking about all the work he had to do tomorrow. ‘I’d better not,’ he mused, squealing as he was dumped onto the bed. Eiri’s body immediately covered his own, effectively stopping all brain activity and thought for the night.
1. According to my father, the best way to fix something that’s cracked is to break off the cracked part and glue it on again.
2. The way to greet someone on the phone.
^^Was that okay? |