Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Distraction ❯ Distraction: Shuuichi ( Chapter 1 )

Distraction

 

By: ladygizarme

 

Disclaimer: I don't own these gorgeous boys; Murakami Maki-sensei does *sobs*

I make no money off this story, no matter how much I wish I could. So leave me alone and stop trying to mooch money, I don't have any!!

 

Note: In honor of Yuki's birthday, February 23, 2006, some Y/S smut!! …I wanted to actually post this on February 23rd, but I couldn't finish it in time before me and the hubby had to leave to make it to the NIN concert!! Sorry, it's a few hours late. Also, though I think this can stand on its own as PWP, it is also a companion piece to my other fic, Disappearing Act. So, it doesn't really take place on Yuki's birthday in the story, hence no actual birthday theme, but that's not too big a deal, ne?? For my DA readers, this fits in during/between chapters 11 and 12; Sunday morning/afternoon before Shuu goes back to Hiro's.

 

Also, thank you to Shuichi Shindou and Yoko Sesshoumaru for pointing out I had written the wrong month in my note. I had already forgotten what month it was?!! How did that happen?! *sweatdrops*

 

Dedicated to (Uesugi) Yuki Eiri. Happy Birthday Yuki!! (February 23, 2006)

 

Enjoy!

 

Part One: Distraction: Shuuichi

 

Yuki's eyebrow was twitching. He was in his office, sitting at his desk, hands on his keyboard, poised to finish the draft he'd been working on for the first chapter of his next book. A task that, just moments before, he had been quite busy working on. However, he'd had to stop, once again, when a certain pink haired baka interrupted him for at least the tenth time since they'd finished breakfast that morning.

 

“No,” he said sternly to the pink haired male striking a pose in the doorway of his study.

 

“But Yu~kiii!” Shuuichi whined, a pout coming to his lips.

 

“I told you before, that doesn't do it for me, cosplay boy. Now leave me alone, I told you I have work to do.”

 

Shuuichi narrowed his eyes a moment before the mischievous gleam came back into them, and he immediately turned around and left the room to change out of the school girl's uniform.

 

Yuki returned to his typing.

 

Silence reigned. Only the click-clacking of keys broke it. Yuki immersed himself in his story again, everything else falling away. He missed the slight shuffling sound that warned of a certain someone returning.

 

“Oh, Yuuukiii…” Shuuichi sing-songed softly, trying to sound sultry as he slinked his way back into the blonde's study. A light tinkling sound came with his movement.

 

Yuki didn't look up. He refused to. Instead, he kept typing as he said, “Give it up, brat. Nothing you do will distract me.”

 

He cursed his peripheral vision when he caught a flash of tan torso out of the corner of his eye, which let him know just how much Shuu was wearing this time around. He closed his eyes, determined to put all his focus on the laptop screen when he reopened them. Forcing himself to only look straight ahead, Yuki continued typing. He decided to ignore the sound of Shuu sitting on his desktop.

 

Then his vision was filled with strands of pink hair, as Shuuichi leaned over his screen from behind the computer. Yuki's eyes strayed up to finally look at the boy that was determined to waste his time. Whatever he'd expected to see, it hadn't been this.

 

The first thing he noticed was Shuu's big purple eyes absolutely sparking with mischief; though it did seem like he was at least trying to hide it, he was failing miserably. His lips were pursed curiously, and he blinked in an attempt at looking innocent. Yuki's gaze shifted from the singer's face to his head, where he found a pair of fuzzy cat ears somehow attached to him. The blonde's eyes then traveled down to the boy's exposed neck, noticing a collar around it. Shuu cocked his head at him slightly, and Yuki was able to see that it was some sort of ribbon… with a cat bell on it. So that had been the tinkling sound.

 

Yuki followed the line of Shuu's body, from his neck, to the smooth shoulder, the curve of his back, finally landing on the pink haired teen's butt. Shuu was perched on hands and knees behind Yuki's open laptop. Hands and feet wearing cat paws, back curved just so, so his pert little ass stuck up enticingly in the air. He wore pink, slightly shiny bikini underwear.

 

Hmm, so this time he was a cat. The only thing missing was a tail.

 

Yuki gave the strawberry haired vocalist a stern look, and Shuu blinked again, cocking his head to the side and making a soft `meow' sound, as if to ask innocently, “Did I do something?”

 

“Go put some clothes on before you get sick,” the blonde ordered, mentally commending himself for his control. “This is hardly the time of year to go prancing around in your underwear.”

 

At this, Shuuichi crawled around the laptop and dropped to the floor on Yuki's side of the desk. Sliding his paws up Yuki's arms as he slowly walked around the blonde, Shuu stopped when his arms were snaked around the other man's shoulder, trapping him in his embrace. Then he leaned in for the kill.

 

The hairs on the back of the novelist's neck stood on end and his senses screamed in warning as the neko-boy's breath neared his ear. Luckily, though Shuuichi clearly thought he had him trapped, Yuki knew he didn't, and was able to duck out of the way just in time. The keys of the keyboard started clicking away again.

 

Shuu gave a little huff of annoyance, but said nothing as he stood behind Yuki and continued trying to entice his lover to leave his work and spend time with him on the singer's day off. He removed the paws, tossing them across the room, and ran his hands over Yuki's chest and shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath his thin sweater. Then he brought his hands up to dance his fingers up Yuki's neck, stroking his skin and into his hairline whisper soft. He dipped his head down to lay gentle kisses across the blonde's nape, then tentatively sent his tongue out to tease the sensitive area.

 

Still, Yuki kept typing.

 

Shuuichi frowned slightly. His subtlety wasn't working.

 

A vein in Yuki's forehead started throbbing when Shuu started trying to squeeze onto his lap, bumping the writer's arms in the process and causing a line of pure typos to appear on the screen. With a wave of his arm, Yuki tossed him off, and then scooted his chair further under the desk to prevent any further attempts.

 

“I already told you, I'm working, brat,” Yuki said, his tone becoming slightly cold and clipped.

 

Shuuichi sighed and sunk down onto the couch in the corner beside his lover's desk. He gave Yuki another pout, but the blonde merely rolled his eyes before turning back to his screen.

 

Yuki sighed, mentally shaking his head. Though he'd played it cool, his little neko-dressed loverhad sparked a physical reaction, even if he hadn't noticed before Yuki hid his lower half under the desk. It wasn't helping that his peripheral vision was again betraying him, as he saw movement and his traitorous eyes slid to the side in immediate curiosity. Shuuichi, unmindful of the golden gaze trained on him, was stretching… coincidentally in a very catlike manner, though Yuki doubted that was on purpose. Rolling his body languidly, Shuu stretched his muscles slowly before sliding down the couch onto his back, his knees bent and falling apart slightly, arms thrown back onto the cushion above his head.

 

From this angle, Yuki had a perfect view of the slight bulge that had started in his little lover's underwear. He also couldn't help noticing how tight those underwear really were, that they barely left anything to the imagination, and how, with the movement it had taken for Shuu to get in his current position, the bikinis had ridden up a little, letting the cheeks of his ass peek out a little bit. He swallowed hard and dragged his eyes away before Shuuichi caught him looking, back to the document opened on his computer.

 

As Shuuichi finished getting comfortable, he thought he caught a glimpse of Yuki ogling him, but then the blonde was back typing away, and the singer wasn't sure if he'd really seen it.

 

He sighed. This wasn't working. All he wanted was to have Yuki all to himself on his day off. Was that so wrong? Okay, he understood Yuki still had work to do, but couldn't he take a little break? Shuuichi didn't have plans until later that night, and he was bored, so he thought a great way to kill the boredom was with a bit of steamy action with Yuki. But nothing he had tried so far was drawing his lover's attention. In fact, Yuki had flat out told him that nothing he did would distract him.

 

An evil grin suddenly spread across his lips. `Nothing, huh? Okay, Yuki. We'll see about that.' Then he stood from the couch and left the room.

 

Yuki fully expected Shuuichi's return to come with a new `attack' on him, so he was pleasantly surprised when the boy merely traipsed casually into the room, fully dressed, and plopped himself on the floor in front of Yuki's desk. All was quiet as Yuki waited several minutes for the other shoe to drop, but it never did. Ignoring the nagging little voice of disappointment in the back of his mind, Yuki pushed relief to the forefront. `Good, now I can actually get some work done.'

 

He zoned in, completely forgetting the world around him as his nimble fingers stroked the keyboard, putting the story in his mind into written word. Perhaps that level of concentration was why he didn't notice the scuttling sound as Shuuichi crept under his desk.

 

The feel of fingers brushing lightly over his crotch, and the sound of his fly being unzipped quickly snapped Yuki back to reality as he felt his cock begin to swell in anticipation. He immediately pushed his chair out from under the desk to narrow his eyes at the boy he found crouched on the floor there, hands still poised in the position they'd been in to unzip Yuki's pants.

 

“What do you think you're doing?!”

 

Shuuichi smiled sheepishly, caught red-handed, and laughed nervously. “Heheh, distracting you?”

 

Yuki's eyebrow twitched again as he saw Shuu's smirk returning. “Well, Yuki, was I distracting you? After all, you said nothing I did would distract you. So? Was I?” Oh he was good. Yuki could clearly hear the challenge in those words and that tone.

 

The golden haired man gave a smirk of his own, eyes of molten gold flashing with smarmy confidence and his own challenge. “Of course not. By all means, continue to try distracting me.” Then he rolled his chair forward to his original position… and continued typing.

 

Shuuichi grinned as he was again enclosed in mostly darkness, the faint natural sunlight barely finding its way into the little cubby space beneath the desk. His hands found Yuki's zipper again, and finished unzipping it, pulling the edges of his fly wide open. Lightly tracing his fingers over the front of Yuki's boxers, Shuu felt that his lover was already becoming hard. Wrapping his hand around him through the material, Shuuichi tuned his attention to Yuki's reactions, now more determined than ever to break the man's concentration.

 

There was a slight pause on the keys as Shuuichi slid his hand along Yuki's clothed member, but it didn't last more than a second before the clacking was heard again. Mentally giving Yuki a small bit of praise for not breaking immediately, Shuuichi decided to savor this; to take his time; to win completely.

 

Fingers still wrapped around cloth, he slowly stroked Yuki with just his fingertips. Just enough touch, just enough pressure, to bring his erection to full straining attention. Then he wrapped just his thumb and middle finger around it, and slowly started stroking that way. He could hear Yuki's formerly silent light breathing now; a sign that he was trying to control it. Ah, but the keys were still clacking away. It wasn't enough just yet, but Shuu had already known this, and so continued without worry.

 

With the next stroke, the fly of Yuki's boxers moved, partially exposing him. Shuuichi could tell the blonde gave a small gasp when his fingers slid over that skin, and Shuu gave a small cheer in his head. Oh, but he wasn't anywhere near finished yet… and Yuki was still typing.

 

Shuuichi opened the fly of Yuki's boxers, finally freeing his cock from its confines. Wrapping his fingers, this time around velvety flesh, he again started stroking lightly. From base to head and back again, his fingers teased and enticed. His thumb pressed slightly as it traveled along the prominent vein, circling the ridge around the head before sliding back down. Then Shuu wrapped his hand fully around Yuki's base and just held him with his thumb running lightly over the sac of his testicles beneath. His other hand got in on the action now, and went to teasing the head of Yuki's cock. Slick precum rubbed over Yuki's skin, giving him a slight shiver when the air of the room made the moisture turn cold.

 

In reward for his small reaction, Shuuichi peeked his tongue out to taste him, then slid the wet muscle all around the head, sucking lightly before pulling away again. The typing stopped for three full seconds during this.

 

Yuki felt Shuu's breath puff against his moistened skin as the singer chuckled softly. Realizing he'd almost begun to lose, and had even paused his writing, Yuki steeled his resolve and returned to his work full force.

 

Shuuichi did not take this as a loss. He was perfectly happy to continue. In fact, he was actually now quite curious how long the writer could actually hold out in this little game.

 

Again, Shuu snaked his tongue out and caressed Yuki's cock, lapping across the head, tracing along the ridge, then sliding down the vein and around the base. Little by little, lick by lick, he made Yuki slick with saliva. He sucked at the head again a little bit, before plunging his mouth down around that hard shaft, encasing Yuki in the moist warmth of his mouth.

 

Again the typing paused, and he felt Yuki taking deep breaths, obviously trying to rein in control again. Shuu idly traced patterns on him with his tongue as he gave Yuki the time he needed. When the typing started up again, Shuuichi's mouth started moving.

 

Up and down he worked, dragging his tongue along the rigid flesh in his mouth, lips pressing around it. Working his pace up gradually, Shuu started using his hands again as well. Unable to ever take all of Yuki into his mouth, Shuu stroked what wouldn't fit with one hand, matching the medium pace he'd built up.

 

Yuki was definitely breathing more heavily now, legs and back rigid, toes pressed against the floor as he tried to order his brain to keep functioning through the haze of pleasure that warm tongue and hand brought him. He was still typing, however it had slowed considerably. Shuuichi could hear the proof of this, though he had no way of knowing himself that Yuki's former 50-60 Words Per Minute was now down to 20 at most.

 

Becoming even more assured of his impending victory, Shuuichi gave a hum, half in approval, half in his own pleasure of his actions. Having Yuki in his mouth, and the power over him this little game was making him feel, really turned him on. He felt his own pants now becoming tight, but pushed it to the back of his mind as he continued sucking Yuki. He gave another low hum around the cock filling his mouth, and felt it pulse in response as the vibration traveled straight through Yuki. Shuu heard Yuki groan as he gave a little thrust of his hips, and that in turn made Shuuichi's dick twitch in impatience.

 

“Mmm,” Yuki both heard and felt Shuuichi's little moan around him, and knew the little singer had heard his own groan. He knew full well how much it turned Shuuichi on to hear him, especially since Yuki was rarely vocal. Yuki could imagine Shuuichi's dick, how hard it would be already. How it would be straining against his pants, an ache building in him. How easily Shuuichi would respond if Yuki just…

 

No, Yuki shook his head, planting his foot firmly to the floor again before it strayed to Shuuichi's crotch. He had to resist. He couldn't let this distract him. Touching Shuu would be admitting defeat; telling his little lover that he would indeed much rather have sex with him than work on his book. That Shuuichi had indeed distracted him. Because writing while getting head was quite different than writing while trying to get someone else off while they gave you head.

 

In the next moment, all thought of that disappeared, though, as Shuuichi released Yuki from his mouth. His hands moved the fabric of Yuki's boxers and then began trailing his tongue all over Yuki's balls. Then Yuki's fingers paused on the keys and he groaned again as Shuuichi held his dick at the base and drew one testicle into his mouth, sucking lightly. Shuu moaned with it in his mouth and Yuki had to consciously hold in his own. `Damn, when did he get so good?' Star-like points of light swam in his vision momentarily, and Yuki blinked several times to clear them while trying to regain his train of thought for the paragraph he'd just quit in the middle of.

 

Just as Yuki began typing again, Shuu switched his mouth to the other testicle, moaning again. Yuki immediately steeled himself against the wave of pleasure, trying not to pant or moan.

 

So caught up was he in trying to keep his mind off of what was happening underneath his desk, Yuki didn't hear the zipper or rustle of fabric as Shuuichi, unable to ignore it any longer, released his own erection from his pants.

 

He was rock hard now, leaking precum, and had an insistent ache sort of pulsing between his legs. Shuuichi switched from sucking back to tonguing Yuki's balls. Grabbing hold of himself, he let his fingers tease around his tip, coating them in precum and stimulating more to coat himself with. Then he started to pump; not too fast at first. He wanted to try to last until Yuki came.

 

Once the task of getting himself off began, Shuuichi again turned his attention back to Yuki. He noticed that, with his lazy tongue strokes, he had let the writer get the upper hand again; the keyboard overhead sounded quite busy. In answer to this, Shuuichi suddenly swept his tongue under Yuki's balls and pulled the whole sac into his mouth. And Yuki gasped. And there was an odd sound apparently coming from the keyboard that Shuu couldn't place, but he didn't care to stop to wonder as he found himself thrusting into his own hand.

 

The hand around Yuki's cock was not idle. Little squeezes and touches, fingers tracing and teasing, and the occasional spurt of stroking Yuki's erection accompanied Shuuichi's oral worship of his balls.

 

Shuuichi pulled his mouth off again, the releasing suction giving a slight `pop' sound. Then his tongue drew a line up the middle of the sac, to the root of his lover's erection, up along the vein, then circling the head before engulfing Yuki in his mouth once again.

 

Shuuichi's hips were doing little circular motions as he stroked himself, and he mewled in pleasure around Yuki.

 

Yuki's fingers had crashed onto his keys, gripping the edges with his blunt nails when Shuu had done his last little stunt with his balls. Now that his dick was back in his little lover's mouth, he had lost all thought of continuing his typing. Fuck concentration. Fuck winning. Fuck the game. Yuki just wanted to feel Shuuichi's warm mouth on him and fucking come and feel Shuuichi swallow every last drop.

 

“Ohh, Shuu…” Yuki groaned at that thought, his hands now gripping the edge of his desk.

 

“Mmmmmnnnnhmmmnn…” was all Shuu could say in return. His hand jerked his dick faster and faster, his head bobbed over Yuki over and over, his mewls increased and he panted heavily through his nose.

 

Yuki leaned back and scooted to the edge of his seat, pushing himself into the warm, moist cavern of his little singer's mouth. He could tell now that Shuuichi was jerking himself off. The image of the vocalist touching himself immediately materialized in Yuki's mind; face flushed from the effort he was putting forth down there, and the cute little faces and sounds he would be making if he wasn't currently under a desk sucking Yuki off. Oh, just the thought of it made him give another thrust into Shuu.

 

Suddenly, Shuuichi came, and his cry was muffled by the dick in his mouth. He hummed onto Yuki, and the blonde gave a long, low groan as he came and Shuuichi swallowed it all.

 

When Yuki was completely spent, his body relaxed and his head dropped back as Shuu cleaned up the last traces of cum with his tongue. Then Shuu put himself back in his pants, wiping his hand on his shirt, and crawled back out from under the desk. He walked back around to Yuki, who had pushed his chair out slightly from the desk, and neatly tucked him back inside his pants as well.

 

Then Shuuichi looked at the laptop… scrolled up in the document… and grinned. “Yuki, I didn't knowthis was the kind of things you wrote.”

 

Yuki merely stared at him, the barest hint of question in his eyes.

 

“Well, I mean, I knew you wrote romance novels, but I didn't know they were like this. This is supposed to be the first chapter, isn't it?” He made a `tsk'ing noise, shaking his head as he continued to read and scroll down. “I have to say, I think your lead character is moving rather fast. He just met Kenichi and already he's doing that to him? Hmm, funny how it's just what I was doing a little bit ago… And… wait… hold on… isn't Aiko a girl's name? She was a girl at first, I'm sure. Why did she suddenly change sexes? And since when do you write gay porn?!”

 

At this exclamation, Yuki sat bolt upright and looked at his screen. He couldn't believe it! All that work, all that typing the whole time… when had he switched from writing his story to writing about what Shuuichi had been doing to him?!

 

“Hmm,” Shuu said, interrupting his thoughts. “I think this is my favorite part, though I'm not sure what this means. Can you tell me Yuki?”

 

Shuu pointed to the last thing on the screen; the evidence of the novelist's official moment of distraction, when he had typed several strings of characters at once by crashing his hands on the keyboard. It went on for almost a full page after that, just from Yuki trying to grip his keys.

 

“What does it mean, Yuki?” he asked again, and looked at Yuki wearing a broad and still extremely mischievous grin.

 

“It means you won,” Yuki said, a little hoarsely; suddenly his throat was a bit dry.

 

“Hmm? What was that, Yuki?” Shuu said, tilting his ear towards him and cupping a hand around it.

 

“I said you won, brat. You distracted me. It was an amazing distraction.”

 

Shuuichi looked like he was about to glomp him, but Yuki stood up, walking briskly out of the room. Shuuichi followed him. “Yuki?”

 

As he came out into the living room, Yuki threw a coat at him. “Now, I really do have work to do, and I obviously won't get any of the writing I'm supposed to be doing done with you around. You were going to go to Nakano's later anyway, right? I'm sure he won't mind if you show up a little early, though the shock of such a thing might give him a heart attack,” he remarked sarcastically.

 

“But Yu~kiii,” Shuu started, but was cut off when Yuki put a hand to his face, cupping it.

 

“I have to work. I have a deadline to make. Don't make this a fight.” Then he kissed him softly, little more than a chaste lips-on-lips kiss.

 

Shuu sighed in resignation and made to leave, but stopped when he remembered he'd wiped his cum on his shirt. So he went and washed up and changed his shirt before heading off for a walk through the park and to Hiro's. Halfway down the walkway, Shuuichi realized he'd forgotten his disguise. He tried to go back in and retrieve them, but found the door locked, and him without his key! It took several minutes before his impatient knocking and hollering finally brought Yuki to the door. The blonde handed him the forgotten items himself, not wanting to risk letting Shuu in and having to fight to get him back out the door.

 

Walking back into his study, Yuki sighed in relief as he sank into his chair. The brat was finally gone and he could work in peace.

 

Looking at what he'd written moments before, Yuki frowned and highlighted the entire section, finger ready above the delete key. He still couldn't believe he'd only managed three coherent paragraphs before it had become mindless babbling smut! The finger over delete got ever closer, yet Yuki for some reason couldn't push the button. Then he realized what the problem was.

 

Yuki opened a new document, clicked edit, then paste. The chunk of text he had highlighted, and subsequently cut instead of deleted, appeared on the blank screen. He then finished what he'd started, replacing the string of babbling characters with the rest of the actual `scene'. He found it a little hard not to use his and Shuuichi's names rather than Kenichi and Aiko, and then wondered to himself if he shouldn't just use their own names. Shaking his head at that thought, he decided to at least change Aiko to Akio, so at least the other boy had a `boy's name', and then he finally saved the document under `Distraction.'

 

Yuki leaned back in his chair to calm down before returning to the project he was supposed to be working on, as even writing about what had just happened had started to excite him again. Rubbing the bridge of his nose under his glasses, Yuki sighed again. Then he smirked.

 

`Shuuichi… I'll get you back for this, you damn brat.'

 

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A/N: So, there ya have it. How was it? Sorry it was only Oral and ShuuichiSolo (hmm.. does it count as “solo” in that situation? Lol), but hey… it was what the muse said to write, and I obey my master, for she stole my whip. :p I may make this a two-shot, and put Yuki's revenge on Shuu's distraction. Haven't decided yet, though.

 

Oh, and DA Readers, if you're wondering when chapter 12 will actually be up… well I'd originally planned to post this and chap 12 at the same time, but I ended up totally zonking out Wednesday night, and Thursday I had the concert (which, of course, was fucking awesome! If you have a chance to see NIN live, it is a must see!! ), so I didn't have enough time to do that. Hopefully it'll be up in a few days, but probably not before the new week begins. It's hubby's days off now and it's not as easy to get time to write.

 

Japanese:

 

Neko = cat

 

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Thank you for reading, please review!

~ LG