Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Boys Night Out ❯ Boys Night Out ( One-Shot )

Series: Gravitation

Pairings: YukixShuichi and Tatsuha/Ryuichi implied

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Yeah…this series is not mine either…. If someone would like to give it to me, I have some big ideas…however…at this time I am not in possession of the series, the characters etc etc etc. I merely use them…let them be their closet kinky selves and then return them to the owners to clean up.

Author Comments: Please…what little plot this story has I'm proud of…the lemony portion is again thanks to my lovely muse…*huggles Muraki* so cute!

Summary: Shuichi SOMEHOW convinces Yuki to go to a club. Dancing and hilarity ensues culminating in one hell of a car-ride home and one very delicious lemon…

//Why oh why OH WHY// thought Yuki as he and Shuichi walked into the throbbing, upscale nightclub in downtown Tokyo. Somehow he had been convinced to go out with his deranged pink-haired baka. But not only that, Yuki had actually attired himself somewhat appropriately for the occasion, wearing tighter than usual black slacks and a nice blue button down shirt with a black tank top underneath it. How oh how had he been connived into going out?

//Ah yes…how did I get convinced// he thought once more. That's when his mind drifted off to earlier that evening.

* * *

Yuki had been sitting on the couch minding his own business when Shuichi had thundered into the living room.

"YUUUUUUUUUKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!" Shuichi screeched as he ran around the corner.

Yuki looked up from his paper just in time to see Shuichi slide a good ten feet in his socks across the hardwood floors to come crashing down at Yuki's feet.

"Yuki!" Shuichi chirped.

"….." Yuki stared silently down at him.

"Yuki?" Shuichi tried again.

"What?" Yuki asked with a glare.

"Yuki!" Shuichi perked up as he sat down next to the brooding author on the couch.

"You have said my name 4 times within the past minute. What is it exactly that you want?!?" Yuki said a little peeved.

"Aw! Yuki…" Shuichi cooed, wrapping his arms around his glaring companion's neck.

"5 times…" Yuki said growling.

"Hmph." Shuichi grumbled, feeling a bit put out. "I was just wondering if maybe we cold go out tonight, Eiri?"

"Why?" he answered coldly.

"Because we never go out!" Shuichi whined, "Please Eiri!" Then getting a wicked idea Shuichi climbed onto Yuki's lap wriggling closer until their hips met with delicious friction. "I'll make it worth your while…" Shuichi crooned kissing Yuki's neck, and letting his hands roam over the blonde's body.

"Shuichi…" Yuki said in a warning tone. Shuichi ignored him, rocking his hips against Yuki's.

"VERY worth your while…" he said whispering into Eiri's ear.

* * *

No one could blame him damn it! He held out for as long as humanly possible. But when faced with an absolutely purring, leather-clad, horny Shuichi that was practically holding out sex to him on a silver platter…there was NO OTHER OPTION! His resolve had crumpled the moment Shuichi had touched himself and moaned "Eiri…" and that's what got him where he was at now. Sitting at the bar smoking, while Shuichi was off somewhere on the dance floor rubbing up against whomever was closest to him, be it female or male.

Yuki inadvertently twitched at the thought of another man touching *his* Shuichi. He flicked the ashes off the end of his cigarette and looked around for his gorgeous pink-haired popstar. He spotted him dancing in the center of the floor, his perfect body moving in time to the music.

//Damn him and his short shorts to HELL!// Yuki thought, putting out his cigarette, and stood up, making his way through the crowd to his real life wet dream. He hated dancing, but he loved making Shuichi happy…whether or not he would admit that was not the issue. So, naturally in this instance, pleasing his bubbly lover had over-ridden the distaste for dancing.

Shuichi spun around when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Yuki!" Shuichi squeaked in surprise, "is it time to go already?"

"No…I….I just thought I'd come dance with you," Yuki replied.

"W-What?!?" Shuichi shook his head, "say that again…"

"I thought I'd come and dance with you," Yuki repeated, letting his hands rest on Shuichi's hips.

"B..b..but….you don't dance!" Shuichi proclaimed, shocked by Yuki's outward show of affection.

"Tonight…for you…I do," Yuki said, moving to the music. Shuichi stopped trying to question his actions and draped his arms around Yuki's neck, bringing them closer together.

Normally, Yuki wasn't one to show his affections in public, but tonight he let his hands drift lower and let his body do the talking.

Shuichi was shocked. He didn't' think he'd dressed that provocatively. He'd worn his tight black vinyl shorts, a collared sleeveless vinyl zip up top, his black trench coat, and of course his over the knee black leather boots. Yuki called them his "pick-me-up-and-fuck-me" boots. Shuichi just liked how they went with his entire wardrobe. He hadn't even thought that Yuki would make it away from the bar for the entire night, but here he was letting their hips grind together, making Shuichi pant from the contact.

He slipped out of his thoughts when he grew warmer starting at the tips of his toes all the way to the top of his head. Not even caring about the circumstances, Shuichi let himself be driven insane by the knee that had found his way between his legs, and was the source of his drastic temperature change. He let his head drop forward onto Yuki's chest as his breathing became slightly more erratic.

"Hm…Yuki!" he whined, his hands twining through the blonde hair, his hips rubbing against Yuki's. "Nhnn…feels….so…good…"

"Quiet Shuichi…." Yuki warned. It was then that a voice almost made his heart stop.

"Eiri?!?" came the voice from behind him. Yuki froze. He slowly turned around, loosening his hold on an increasingly more aroused Shuichi and faced none other than Tatsuha.

"Brother!" Tatsuha said enthusiastically, "What are you doing here?"

"Who are you?" Yuki said, trying to hide Shuichi, and at the same time deny his identity.

"I'm your brother…" Tatsuha said frowning. He wondered if Yuki had drank at all…

"Who?" Yuki said feigning ignorance.

"You're Eiri…my brother…" Tatsuha said getting a little annoyed.

"No I'm not…" Yuki replied.

"Then who are you?" Tatsuha asked sarcastically.

"There are some who call me….Ned…" Yuki said trying to back away.

"Like hell that's your name. Damn it Eiri! You don't love me do you?" Tatsuha said taking a step towards his brother.

"No, actually I don't…" Yuki said turning around. It was then that Shuichi managed to look over Yuki's shoulder. He was pulled down from his incredible bliss and was trying to untangle himself from around Yuki.

"Tatsuha!" Shuichi squealed, trying to get past Yuki.

"Shu!" Tatsuha said with a wave.

"No….Brad…We don't know him…" Yuki said pushing Shuichi away.

"Brad? Who's Brad? And what do you mean we don't know him? That's Tatsuha...ya know…your brother…" Shuichi said, still trying to get over to converse with the aforementioned party.

"You are soo silly…heh…heh…you must have had too much to drink. We need to leave…" Yuki said still trying to get away from his brother. Somehow Shuichi managed to slip past and walked up to Tatsuha.

"Don't worry about him Tats…he's just nervous about being out in public…" Shuichi said pulling Yuki closer to him.

"So how did you get him here?" Tatsuha asked. Shuichi whispered into Tatsuha's ear and Yuki watched in horror at the smirk that slowly spread over his brother's face.

"That's how," Shuichi said with a wink.

"Ah Eiri…you just can't resist `the shorts' can you?" Tatsuha said with a laugh. Yuki involuntarily twitched and glared at Tatsuha.

"And just how would you know?" Yuki asked a little peeved.

"Because him and Ryuichi practically have the same wardrobe," Tatsuha said with a cocky grin, "Speaking of which…where has he gotten off to?"

"Maybe you should go look for him?" Yuki suggested quickly.

"Nah…he'll find his way over soon enough. Besides, I wouldn't want to lose you guys in this crowd…" Tatsuha said smiling in an almost evil way at Yuki.

"I don't mind," Yuki replied.

"Oh, but I do…" Tatsuha grinned. It was then that a very hyper and giggly Ryuichi found his way over to the three of them.

"SCHU-KUN!" Ryuichi squealed glomping his friend. "Yay!!!!"

"Sakuma-san!" Shuichi grunted as he was pummeled to the ground. Ryuichi babbled on about all the fun he'd had at the club and motioned to Tatsuha as his date. He finally climbed off Shuichi pulling him up and never once did his idle chatter cease. It was amazing just how long the lead singer of NG could keep rambling. The second half of the amusement was that Shuichi managed to keep up the other half of the conversation. And at the warp speed that the two were talking Tatsuha and Yuki were left in the dust. The two brothers stood and watched as their respective dates sped through 2 days of separation in 2 seconds.

"Shuichi?" Yuki tried to interject. Shuichi held up a hand and then turned back to Yuki, signaling for him to speak. "Dance?"

"Hm? Oh…yeah…" it finally dawned on Shuichi that he was wasting time that could be spent rubbing up against Yuki by talking to Ryuichi…after all how many opportunities did he get to be at club with the person he adored? The answer was never and so he quickly excused himself from Ryuichi to press himself against Yuki's body.

Yuki initially stiffened at the contact, still weary that his brother was around. His mind was eased though when he realized that Ryuichi was quickly dragging Tatsuha into the maelstrom of bodies. Yuki waved at them and then lowered his hands onto Shuichi's hips, bringing them closer to grind against his own. Shuichi groaned at the intense contact and once again found his senses being over-whelmed by Yuki's body touching his own.

"So tell me Shu-kun…how do you manage to squeeze into those shorts?" Yuki asked reflecting back on his and Tatsuha's conversation.

"You can start by buying me a drink…" Shuichi panted out. Yuki froze and then made his way over to the bar and ordered Shuichi whatever he wanted. A daquiri, 4 shots, and a beer later they were back on the dance floor…

"Yuki…" Shuichi whimpered as he felt Yuki's fingers dance up his spine.

"Hm?" Yuki replied looking down into Shuichi's eyes. He once again let his knee drift between Shuichi's legs, the latter gasping at the contact a blush covering his cheeks.

"Nhhn…Yuki…" Shuichi moaned out, his hands grabbing onto the blonde's shoulders.

"What do you want Shuichi?" Yuki purred, Shuichi rubbing against his thigh.

"…ah….uhm….bed….now…." Shuichi panted out.

Yuki would never deny him anything, and took Shuichi's hand in his own and pulled him towards the door.

"Then, shall we be going?" Yuki asked as he and Shuichi stood by the door.

"Mm…yes…." Shuichi said breathlessly, allowing himself to be led into the cooler night air and out to Yuki's car.

It was a relatively short drive to Yuki's flat, but, for Shuichi it took forever. No sooner had they gotten onto the interstate when Shuichi had unbuckled his seatbelt and climbed into Yuki's lap.

"You're going to make me wreck the car." Yuki said trying to sound harsh.

"Eiri..oh…ah!" Shuichi cried out, knowing he had won when he rocked against Yuki and felt his arousal through his slacks. A drunk Shuichi was bad, but an aroused Shuichi was ten times worse. At the moment Yuki was catching both sides of that hell…but in a most delicious way. Then again he only had himself to blame on both accounts. He had bought Shuichi all the alcohol and it had been his fault, all the way, that Shuichi was so aroused.

//Damn my sexual impulses….//Yuki thought.

Shuichi had unbuttoned Yuki's shirt and was kissing his neck and chest, paying special attention to all the spots he knew drove Yuki wild. Yuki refused to be swayed…refused that is until Shuichi moved back over to his own seat. At first he was relieved that he wasn't being distracted…but then felt a little empty that Shuichi had moved off his lap. He didn't have much time to brood however as Shuichi unbuttoned his pants and freed his hard length.

//How the hell did he know I wasn't wearing anything underneath these…// Yuki thought as he looked down for a moment to see what his lover had in mind. Of all the things he thought of…he did not expect Shuichi to engulf his erection in his burning mouth and begin to suck.

"Oh…my….god…" Yuki said out loud as he was forced to keep his attention on the road. "Damnit Shuichi what are you doing?!?"

He never got a response only a hand drifting up under his tank top to toy with his nipples. Yuki intook a sharp breath and grabbed onto the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were white.

"Shuichi…." Yuki growled trying hard to pay attention to the road.

Shuichi stopped for a moment to sit up and look Yuki in the eyes. There was a sparkle there…one of mischief and desire and something else that Yuki couldn't quite put his finger on. Shuichi leaned over, holding onto the console and pressing his lips to Yuki's. He nipped and sucked on Yuki's bottom lip, tasting and teasing the blonde. Yuki was having a very hard time concentrating and gave in long enough to kiss Shuichi back. He was only a few more blocks from the apartment anyways…might as well humor Shu while he had the chance…

Yuki took one hand off the steering wheel to trace a finger down Shuichi's side to his hips and then over to the prominent bulge in those shiny vinyl shorts. He cupped Shuichi's arousal in his hand through the shorts and delighted in the whispering moans that the singer was breathing into his ear. Shuichi had given up on kissing the author and had instead opted to just wait until they were safely in the over-sized bed. Yuki was merely getting revenge as Shuichi continued to rock into his hand, practically begging for the mind-blowing friction that it was causing.

"Nhhn…Eiri…oh…EIRI…aaaaah…." Shuichi moaned out as Yuki finally guided his car into the driveway. He zipped up his pants and met Shuichi on the other side of the car. Without waiting for a word or signal, Yuki picked up Shuichi holding him with one arm, as he clicked the lock button on his Mercedes with the other. Shuichi twined his ankles behind Yuki's back, throwing his arms around Yuki's shoulders, while still managing to rock his hips against Eiri's.

Somehow, Yuki managed to get to the door without trouble. As he reached for the lock with his key, he pressed Shuichi against the door. Shuichi claimed Yuki's mouth with his, and the latter responded, easily sliding his tongue in. Shuichi moaned into the kiss and rocked against Yuki as the door opened. Yuki tightened his hold on Shuichi, shutting the door behind them and locking it with deft fingers before he walked to the bedroom.

"Eiri…." Shuichi moaned as they got in the doorway. The bed was in sight and that meant only one thing…Everything that had been building up for the entire evening was about to be let loose in the sweetest reward ever.

Yuki set Shuichi on the floor and ignored the protest passing over the parted lips. He slid his hands up from Shuichi's hips to his side, up and up until he reached his arms where he eased the jacket off and onto the floor. Yuki himself lost his button up shirt and was divested of his tanktop by Shuichi who was getting impatient.

Shuichi reached out and started to undo the zipper on Yuki's pants. Said garment flowed to the floor and puddled around Yuki's ankles where he leisurely stepped out of them and pushed Shuichi onto the bed. Yuki slowly unzipped Shuichi's top, then his shorts and eased the pink haired boy out of both. All that was left were those wonderful, skin-tight boots that graced the perfect legs. Yuki thought about it for a moment, his mind trying to decide if he wanted to remove them or let the silky soft leather caress his own skin…

//Leave `em…// he finally decided as he repositioned himself on the bed.

Propped up against the pillows with Shuichi on his lap, Yuki continued his painful torture. Shuichi was practically begging to be thoroughly taken, and Yuki was delighting in the fact that he was withholding that incredible release from the boy.

"Yuuuki!" Shuichi whined as the blonde nipped at his neck and let his hands wander.

"What do you want Shu…" Yuki asked in his deep silky voice. He was going to make Shuichi beg.

"Nhhn…Yuki!" Shuichi whined again as those hands were driving him absolutely insane.

"You have to tell me *exactly* what you want…" Yuki replied as Shuichi groaned.

"You…want….you…bad…now…" Shuichi panted out trying to kiss Yuki, but not succeeding as Yuki wasn't caving until Shuichi told him what he wanted. There was only one answer…the bubbly pink haired popstar merely had to say it…

"*Exactly* what you want…" Yuki repeated.

Shuichi stopped for a moment considering that everything he had already said was getting him absolutely nowhere. The obvious answer was that he wanted Yuki to screw his brains out, but was that the answer the author was looking for.

"Fuck. Me.?" Shuichi asked tentatively.

"Is that what you want?" Yuki whispered in Shuichi's ear. Shuichi nodded. "Well, what Shuichi wants…Shuichi gets…"

Yuki reached into the amass of pillows behind him and fished around for what he *knew* was there. His hands finally closed around the tube and he brought it out dangling it in front of Shuichi's face. Shuichi snatched it in between his teeth and let it fall into Yuki's lap. He encircled his arms around Yuki's neck and brought their bodies together.

Yuki picked up the lube and added a generous amount to his fingers. He let his other hand drift down and toy with Shuichi's aching need so that the pain could be over looked. As Yuki stretched and adjusted Shuichi so that he could accommodate his erection, he continued to stroke him. It hurt, but the pain was easily covered by the pleasure as Yuki's hand managed to bring Shuichi almost to climax. When he was assured that Shuichi was stretched enough he positioned himself at his entrance and slowly eased into the wonderful warmth.

Shuichi gasped as Yuki slowly filled him, and was breathing heavily as he realized the blonde was fully sheathed inside his own body. Shuichi let his head drop forward onto Yuki's shoulder and whimpered as even the slightest movement brushed something inside of him that made every single one of his nerve endings tingle. He slid his legs up brushing Yuki's and let his leather encased calves rub against Yuki's already ultra-sensitive skin.

The smooth leather was silky soft and drove Yuki insane. Hence why he called the boots what he did. Every time that Shuichi slid into them he wanted to grab the perfect body attached to them and…well…do what he was doing now.

Yuki experimentally eased out of that blinding heat and then thrust back in again.

"Ah! Eiri…" Shuichi moaned.

Yuki did it again and elicited a very similar response. After a few more of those agonizingly slow thrusts, Shuichi got impatient.

"Nhhn…Faster!" he demanded as he pressed Yuki farther into the pillows.

"You're on top." Yuki replied as he lifted Shuichi up and slid him all the way back down. "God…" Yuki groanded as the tight heat surrounded him.

"You mean…do this?" Shuichi whispered in Yuki's ear as he slid almost completely off of Yuki's cock and then quickly dropped down again. Yuki groaned and grabbed Shuichi's hips thrusting up to meet Shu's thrust down. Shuichi gasped at how much deeper Yuki went when that happened and nearly screamed at how incredible it felt.

Shuichi continued to ride Yuki, the author, for his part, meeting each of Shuichi's thrusts with one of his own. They were both so close to release. Yuki reached between their bodies and started to stroke Shuichi's neglected member. The dual pleasure of being filled and at the same time being stimulated by Yuki's deft hands sent Shuichi over the edge crying out Yuki's name. As Shuichi's orgasm sent waves of pleasure through his body, his back arched and his muscles contracted, making the tight space Yuki was in even tighter. Yuki came right after Shuichi did and allowed passion to fill Shuichi's body.

Panting, Shuichi lay down on Yuki's chest, not wanting to move a muscle. The afterglow was much too nice.

Shuichi fell asleep, his arms tangled around Yuki. The author played with Shuichi's hair and finally pulled out of the small body. Yuki ignored the protesting whimper from Shuichi's parted lips, and placed a small kiss there.

"I love you Shu…" he whispered into Shuichi's ear. He assumed the boy was asleep and sighed as he pulled him into his arms, burying his nose into the soft locks that smelled suspiciously like his shampoo.

Jay: *sips on lemonade* So, what do you guys think?

Shu: *blushes* Oh my…

Yuki: I don't dance…

Jay: That wasn't the point…you got Shu naked and made him horny on a dance floor.

Yuki: *shrugs* well…if you had these eyes and this body…you could too.

Shu: *eyes get big* I was not horny at the club!

Jay: *points to story* I'm calling your bluff on that one…

Shu: *goes back and reads* EEEEEP!

Yuki: *picks up Shu in his arms* I'm ready for another go…

Jay: *lemonade glass is empty* and I'm ready for a refill….

HAHAHA…this is tongue in cheek…obviously Shuichi's dressed provocatively…for the love of god…he shops at Jailbait Republic!

"there are some who call me….Tim?" hahah! Monty python and the Holy Grail reference, and Ned…hah Erin… "this is my boyfriend Na..i mean…ned.."

haha… `the shorts' ….oh…you know what I'm talking bout Willis.

Heh…Austin Powers reference there… "those are skin tight..how do you get into those?" "you can start by buying me a drink." Oh yes…giggle at my mad skillz yo!

*cough* the "pick-me-up-and-fuck-me-boots" *cough*