Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Center of Gravity ❯ Priorities ( Chapter 2 )

Warning: This chapter contains explicit language and sexual situations.

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Chapter 2: Priorities

Shuichi skipped to the kitchen with a happy smile. An afternoon of sex with Yuki always left him feeling so happy. “I'll heat up the soup, ok?”

“I guess. You're sure it's edible?”

“Yes!” Shuichi made a face at Yuki and then noticed what Yuki was doing. “How come you brought your backpack?”

“I have to study for a test this weekend.” Yuki plunked his backpack on the floor beside the table. “It shouldn't take too long.”

“I thought you said we would have the whole weekend together.” Shuichi tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice.

“I know I did, but the test got moved up.” Yuki dug a textbook and a binder out of his backpack and set them on the table. “But I decided not to postpone our weekend over it.” A slight smile touched his lips when he looked at Shuichi. “I didn't want to go another week without seeing you.”

Shuichi blinked in surprise as he returned Yuki's affectionate gaze. Until now, Yuki had always put his school work ahead of Shuichi, or so it had seemed. This was the first time, as far as he knew, that Yuki had deliberately placed him first. “Really?” His voice squeaked a little, betraying his surprise.

“Besides, with my luck, you'd schedule a concert for next weekend and we'd have to postpone again.”

“I don't have that many concerts!”

“It seems to me like you do.” Yuki sat back on his heels. “You're starting to get quite popular, I think.”

Shuichi nodded quickly, distracted by the sudden turn in the conversation. “I think we are too!” he said excitedly. “Some promoters have started calling our manager, asking for us by name and everything!”

“That's great.” Yuki flipped open his textbook. “So what about that soup? If you let me study while we eat, we can go to a movie later.”

“Ok!” Shuichi stepped into the little kitchenette and turned on the burner under the soup. He adjusted the flame carefully and then opened the refrigerator to get the pickles. “Do you want some sweet egg? Hiro made it and it's pretty good.”

“Sure.”

Shuichi brought the food to the table and forced himself to sit quietly while they ate. It was hard. Being quiet was not one of Shuichi's strengths, especially with Yuki sitting right there looking as gorgeous as only Yuki could. His golden hair spilled across his forehead as he leaned over his book, his eyes intent on the page. Although Shuichi loved his smile, Yuki's serious expression was much sexier. When he looked like this, it was all Shuichi could do to keep his hands to himself. He tried not to squirm, but it was hard to sit still.

Yuki continued to study while Shuichi cleared the table after their meal. Since Yuki was obviously not finished, Shuichi plugged in his headphones and started working on his latest song. He closed his eyes as he practiced, because looking at Yuki was too distracting. Arousal made it very hard to focus on what he was doing.

He started when Yuki touched him on the shoulder. He pulled off his headphones. “Are you finished?”

Yuki nodded. “Yes. It's been over two hours.”

“Really?” Shuichi glanced at the Mickey Mouse clock hanging on the wall. “I didn't realize that much time had passed.”

“You and your music…” Yuki smiled and tousled his hair. “Ready to go see a movie?”

“Ok! Can I pick the movie?”

“As long as you don't pick something too mind-numbingly stupid.”

“Aw, c'mon! That new Kung Fu movie is supposed to be great!”

“I heard it caused epileptic seizures in little kids.”

“I'm not a little kid!”

“Oh, really?”

“Quit teasing me!” Shuichi grabbed Yuki's arm and pulled him toward the door. “Besides, what movie would you pick?”

“There's a historical drama I would like to see.”

“Yawn!” Shuichi exclaimed. “Sounds like a snoozer. I want some action!”

“In that case, why don't I take you back to the bedroom?”

“After the movie! And dinner! You can take me out for ramen.”

“You call that dinner?”

“I'm poor. Ramen is a feast for me and Hiro.”

Yuki chuckled. “Very well. A Kung Fu movie, ramen for dinner and then back to bed. Sounds like a great date.”

“You bet!” Shuichi clung to Yuki's arm. “I'm so glad you're here. This is going to be the best weekend ever.”

-o-o-o-

Later, at the ramen shop, Shuichi bounced up and down on his stool as he ate.

“That movie was great! I loved that fight scene on top of the waterfall!”

“The whole thing was highly improbable and in complete violation of the laws of physics.”

“That's what made it so great!” Shuichi shoveled a pile of noodles into his mouth. “Hey, by the way, did you get Maiko's letter?”

“Yes, I got it.” Yuki glanced at him. “How did you know she wrote to me?”

“She told me. I hope you answered her. Maiko likes to stay in touch with her friends. She writes to me all the time.” Shuichi laughed. “I keep telling her to send email instead but she likes calligraphy. So she sends me letters and I reply via email.”

Yuki chuckled. “That's silly. But yes, I did answer her letter. She worries about you.”

“Still?” Shuichi rolled his eyes dramatically. “Geez, one time Hiro and I had to choose between paying rent and eating and she acts like I'm on the verge of starvation. We've been earning our own keep for awhile now. We even paid everybody back after that time.”

“We all know that, Shu-chan, but we still worry.”

“That's why we play so many concerts. When we perform, we get paid.” Then Shuichi paused as Yuki's comment sank in completely. “We? Do you mean you worry about me, too?” He stared at Yuki in surprise. Shuichi knew that Yuki cared about him, but Yuki had never struck him as the worrying kind.

Yuki frowned slightly. “Yes, I worry about you, too. I can't say I've ever really liked the idea of you and Hiro living on your own.”

Coming from anyone else, that statement might have sounded jealous, but Shuichi knew Yuki had no reason to be jealous. But that meant Yuki was worried about him and the thought sent shivers of delight up and down his spine. He giggled.

Yuki's frown grew more pronounced. “What's so funny?”

“Nothing.” Shuichi grinned at him. “It's just nice thinking about you worrying about me, that's all.” Yuki snorted and resumed eating his ramen. Shuichi picked up his bowl to drink the soup. Yuki worries about me! That is so great!

He chattered happily at Yuki all the way home, telling him all about their last concert. “And the crowd loved us! We did two encores and they kept shouting for a third. Our manager wouldn't let us do another. He says we need to save something for the next concert. Oh and guess what?” Shuichi did not pause long enough for Yuki to guess. “We might get an album deal! Hiro says I shouldn't say anything to anyone because it's still kind of iffy, but our manager's trying to get us signed with a record label. Then we'd really be pros. I'm so excited!” He bounced up into the air. “Let's hurry home and have lots of sex. I want to celebrate!”

“It doesn't sound like there's anything to celebrate yet,” Yuki replied calmly.

“Maybe not, but let's celebrate anyway.”

“I don't need a reason to want to go to bed with you, Shuichi.”

Shuichi laughed happily. “I know!” He grabbed Yuki's hand and spun around in front of him. “But thinking about it gets me all excited. I've wanted to be a rock star since I was a little kid and it's all starting to come together now. Plus I have you!”

“You're nuts.”

“I'm crazy happy!” Shuichi agreed cheerfully. He dragged Yuki up the three flights of stairs to his apartment eagerly.

“You're too energetic,” Yuki huffed as they reached the third landing. “You'll wear me out before we even get into bed.”

“Hah!” Shuichi exclaimed. “I know just how to get your engine revved up.” He kicked the door shut behind them and pulled Yuki into the bedroom. “I have coconut-flavored scented body oil. I'm going to strip you naked and massage you with oil all over your whole body so that your skin is all shiny and soft and smooth and tasty. And then I'll follow that up with a long slow blow job. After that, I'll lubricate myself with the same oil so I smell as good as I feel and then I'll climb onto your great big cock and ride it till I burst.”

Yuki drew in a ragged breath. “That sounds… quite nice.”

“You'll love it,” Shuichi purred. He began to undress Yuki slowly. He loved taking off Yuki's clothes. Despite Yuki's complaint about being tired, his body was in excellent condition. He was slender, but his stomach was trim and flat and his chest firm. His arms and legs were smoothly muscled. His buttocks were tight and powerful. And his erection…Well, that was the stuff that dreams were made of. Shuichi couldn't resist sliding his hands over Yuki's pale skin as he undressed him.

Yuki's breathing grew more rapid. “If you feel like doing the blow job first…”

“No jumping the gun,” Shuichi murmured. “I'll get to that. First the massage and the oil. Lie down.” Yuki stretched out on Shuichi's futon as Shuichi picked up the oil. “Now just lie still and enjoy this. Let me do all the work.”

“You know I prefer being in control.”

“Do I need to tie you up?”

Yuki stretched his arms out to either side. “No. I'll behave.” He closed his eyes.

“Good.” Shuichi poured a stream of oil into his hand and rubbed it between his palms to warm it. “Here we go.” He pressed his hands onto Yuki's stomach and began rubbing slowly. The feeling was utterly delicious. The oil warmed as he worked it into Yuki's skin, lifting the pale blond, nearly invisible body hairs so that Shuichi could smooth them all in the same direction. He carefully followed the grain of Yuki's skin, swirling the hairs in their preferred direction so they lay flat. He worked his way across the firm ridges of Yuki's stomach and up across the smooth planes of his chest. Then he went across his shoulders and down his arms, and out to the very tips of his fingers. Yuki's legs came next. Shuichi bent one knee up so that he could work all the way around Yuki's firm thighs and muscular calves. He carefully oiled each foot, even working the oil in between the toes.

“Time to turn over.”

Yuki groaned. “How am I supposed to lie on my stomach when I'm this hard? Can't you do something about it?”

“Nope. Too soon.” Shuichi grabbed an arm and forced Yuki to roll over. Yuki wriggled his hips and shifted around until he managed to find a somewhat comfortable position. Shuichi resumed the massage, starting at Yuki's shoulder blades and working his way down to his lovely backside.

“You're killing me, Shuichi,” Yuki mumbled into the pillow.

“I haven't massaged your face.”

Yuki moaned. “You promised me a blow job.”

Shuichi chuckled. “So I did.” He patted Yuki's bottom. “So turn over. I can hardly get at you like this.”

Yuki rolled onto his back with a growl. “Quit stalling and start sucking!”

“So impatient!” Shuichi laughed. He bent over Yuki's hips. “You remember I did say a long slow blow job, right?”

“Shuichi!”

“Right!” Shuichi got to work and Yuki closed his eyes with a groan of delight.

“Ah!” Yuki thrust his hips up against Shuichi's mouth eagerly. “That feels good!”

Shuichi took his time. He knew the range of Yuki's pleasure very well and knew exactly how long he could drag this out. He enjoyed driving Yuki crazy with excitement. He listened to Yuki's moans of delight, judging his own performance by how loud Yuki got. When he judged the time was right, he started moving faster, working Yuki into a frenzy that ended with a delicious climax.

“Oh, Shuichi!” Yuki arched up against him, gasping with pleasure.

“Now then,” Shuichi said when Yuki was finished. “On to stage two.” He stripped out of his own clothes with his eyes fixed suggestively on Yuki's. When he was naked, he straddled Yuki on his knees and held the oil out in front of him. Slowly, he poured oil onto his fingers, working it around until his fingers were coated, ignoring the drops that dribbled onto Yuki's chest. Still keeping his eyes on Yuki's, he reached around behind himself and slowly inserted his fingers. Even doing it to himself, it felt good and his lips parted with a soft moan.

Yuki licked his lips in anticipation.

Shuichi oiled himself slowly, repeating the application process two more times. His own erection was achingly stiff when he finished. He smiled down at Yuki. “Are you ready?” He gripped Yuki's erection with his oil-coated hand and rubbed it briskly. Yuki gasped and nodded. “Then here we go.” Shuichi inserted Yuki's erection into himself and settled onto it with a gasp of joy. Yuki closed his eyes with a groan.

Shuichi started out slow, savoring the feel of Yuki inside him. He rode up and down on that big shaft with his eyes closed, loving the way Yuki moved with him, his hips rising and falling in time with Shuichi's movement so his erection went all the way in. This was the real reason he liked to give Yuki a blow job first. Yuki's erection lasted a lot longer the second time and Shuichi got a nice long ride out of it. Being intimately joined with Yuki gave Shuichi a sense of fulfillment that went deeper than anything else, even singing. He really loved Yuki more than anything.

They continued moving slowly at first, gaining speed only gradually as the need for climax began to make itself felt. But eventually, arousal and excitement gave way to urgent desire and they began moving faster and faster, panting with pleasure. Yuki caught Shuichi by the hips and began thrusting up into him eagerly, his heels digging down into the futon. Shuichi moved with him, bouncing up and down on his knees, his head thrown back as he gasped through his open mouth.

“Oh Yuki!” Shuichi cried. “I'm going to explode! It's so good!” And then he did explode. Orgasm sent waves of pleasure blasting through him and his back arched stiffly as he came.

“Ah!” Yuki gasped. “Yes!” His hips thrust up against Shuichi's body and he shook helplessly.

Shuichi could feel the spasms of Yuki's climax pumping inside him. Then he went limp and Shuichi sank down onto his chest. “That was really good, Yuki.”

“Yes,” Yuki agreed breathlessly. “It was fantastic.” He slid his hands up and down Shuichi's back. “I love you, Shu-chan.”

Shuichi snuggled against him happily. “I love you, too, Yuki.”

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Shuichi trudged resignedly back into the apartment and closed the door behind him with a long sigh.

Hiro looked up and shook his head. “You know, I think you would be better off if you didn't see him at all. You're always so depressed after he leaves.”

Shuichi slumped down onto his knees. “That would be even worse,” he sighed. “It's just so good when we're together, I always feel so empty when he has to go back.”

“That's what I mean. Maybe it would be better if you stopped seeing him and focused on the band for now. Once he graduates, if he wants to live near you, then you can see him all the time.”

“What do you mean `live near me'?” Shuichi sat up straight. “When Yuki gets out of school, I'm going to move in with him. We're going to live together.”

“Oh really?” Hiro lifted an eyebrow. “What about the band then? Are you just going to quit that?”

“No! Why would I do that?”

Hiro frowned. “I thought the reason we moved in together was so we could work on becoming a great band. I don't see how we can do that if you're living with Yuki-san.”

“But… but Yuki won't finish college for two more years! If we haven't made it as a band by then, we probably aren't going to. And if we have, is it really that important for us to live together?” Shuichi blinked at Hiro. He felt really strange. Hiro was his best friend and he was really important to Shuichi. He didn't want to think about having to choose between him and Yuki. He needed them both; it was just two different kinds of need.

Hiro returned his gaze for a moment; then he smiled and shrugged. “You're right. If we don't make it in the next few years, we probably won't.” He leaned forward and winked. “Maybe it's just your parents talking. They keep asking me about your relationship with Yuki. I sometimes think they wish you were having an affair with me.”

Shuichi stared. “What?”

Hiro laughed. “Don't worry about it. I'm not jealous or anything. It's just that I already disappointed my parents by becoming a guitarist instead of a doctor. I don't want to look like a fool for choosing music as my career.”

“You're a great musician, Hiro,” Shuichi said earnestly. “Even if Bad Luck isn't a success, it doesn't mean you can't make it as a guitarist. I think you're wonderful.”

Hiro laughed again and strummed his guitar. “Let's practice. Now I have a reputation to live up to.”

Shuichi laughed too and flopped down in front of his keyboard. “What do you want to play?”

“You choose. You're the lead singer.”

“Ok!” Shuichi leaned forward and started playing.

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“You look well satisfied.” Tohma leaned against the doorframe of Eiri's room, regarding Eiri with large blue eyes.

Eiri refused to turn around. “Did you need something, Tohma?”

“Just you, like always.” Tohma glided into the room and closed the door. “Did you study for the calculus test or spend the whole weekend fucking?”

“I studied,” Eiri replied shortly.

“I hope Shuichi wasn't too disappointed.”

“He wasn't.” Eiri turned in his chair and frowned at Tohma. “What do you want, Tohma? I'm trying to finish an article.”

Tohma's eyes sparkled. “Is that for the school paper?”

“No.” Eiri turned back to his desk. “It's for a periodical.”

“Another one? Won't that be the third one?”

“It's the fourth.”

“You're becoming quite the published author, Eiri.” Tohma leaned on his shoulders and whispered in his ear. “The next thing you know, you'll be publishing a novel. I'm so excited for you.” He chuckled seductively. “Or maybe I'm just excited. I get so turned on when I'm alone with you.”

“Get out, Tohma,” Eiri growled. “I don't have time for your little games right now. We can talk tomorrow.”

“Oh, fine.” Tohma straightened up, but he continued to massage Eiri's shoulders for a moment. “If you need anything, don't hesitate to call me.”

“Whatever. Let me finish this.”

“Good night, Eiri.”

Eiri sighed with relief when he heard the door click shut behind Tohma. Tohma's pushiness was starting to get out of hand. Eiri wasn't quite sure what to do about it. He did nothing to encourage Tohma, but Tohma would not take no for an answer. He seemed determined to get into Eiri's pants, no matter what.

“Maybe I should just stop being friends with him,” Eiri muttered. He stared at the article in front of him. “Dammit! I lost my train of thought.” He started re-reading the article from the beginning. Stupid Tohma!