Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Distraction ❯ Distraction: Yuki ( Chapter 2 )

Distraction

 

By: ladygizarme

 

Beta: no one, for now *sigh*

 

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!!

 

A/N: Yay! The second part is finally complete! And for Yuki's b-day again! (It's just a bit late getting put up on mediaminer and AFF. >.> Gurabi got it in time, though!) Hard to believe it's been a whole year since I wrote the first part. Anyway, this two-shot can still stand on its own, but for those that have read Disappearing Act, part two of Distraction comes after the epilogue of DA… which will hopefully be up within the next couple of days.

 

Happy Birthday (again) Yuki!! February 23 (2007 this time)

 

Part Two: Distraction: Yuki

 

Shuuichi pushed a blank tape into the VCR, grabbed the remote, and tossed himself onto the couch, ready to settle in and watch Ryuichi's live hour special on TV. He had really wanted to be there in person to watch it, but the broadcast was actually being made from America during Ryuichi's New Year's visit. Shuuichi still had work to do in Japan with Bad Luck, as the group had their own tour to get ready for, promoting the release of their newest CD. Never one to miss his idol's performance, though, Shuu had decided to not only watch the performance but record it as well.

 

As he waited for the show to start, Yuki came out from his study to get a bottle of water from the kitchen. When he came back through the living room on his way back to his study, he paused to look at Shuu. The pink haired singer was sitting straight up on the couch, body tense with excitement and impatience, knuckles white from gripping the remote so hard, despite the fact that the show wouldn't start for several more minutes.

 

Yuki quirked a brow. It was just a little American music show. Even if it was his idol, surely it would be just like every other performance of Sakuma's Shuuichi had seen. He'd even heard all the new songs already, what with working in the same building as Sakuma and having a personal friendship with the singer. Nevertheless, here Shuu was, eagerly awaiting the appearance of his idol as if his very life depended on it. Such a loyal little fanboy.

 

Yuki rolled his eyes. That Sakuma Ryuichi; he really was Shuuichi's god. When he was watching the legendary singer that was his idol, it was like nothing and no one else existed in the world. Sometimes it could really get on the novelist's nerves. Especially after that whole mess with Sakuma accosting Shuuichi in the lounge at NG just over two months ago.

 

Then a sudden idea put a smirk on his face. Deciding he needed a break from his writing, Yuki walked to the couch and sat casually beside Shuu, throwing one arm up on the back of the couch behind the younger male, the other hand holding his water bottle. He took a nonchalant sip of the water, watching from the corner of his eye as the pink head beside him turned his way.

 

“Yuki, are you watching Ryuichi with me?” the boy asked, sounding both surprised and hopeful, huge purple eyes growing to a pleading saucer size.

 

Yuki shrugged with one shoulder, bringing the water bottle down from his lips, and gave a soft grunt of indifference. “I just needed a break from staring at the computer. I've been writing all day and my neck is getting stiff.” For show, he put his free hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it a bit. He continued this action a bit longer than he'd intended, realizing his neck really was stiff.

 

“Yuki's neck hurts?” Shuu asked with concern. “I'll fix it!” And before Yuki realized what was happening, Shuuichi was sitting behind him on the back of the couch, legs on either side of the writer. He gently removed Yuki's hand from his own neck and replaced it with his two smaller hands, rubbing at the tense muscles. Yuki sighed in relief as Shuu's small warm hands worked on his neck, patiently and lovingly releasing the tension there. Yuki's head dropped forward, his shoulders slackened and fell as his muscles relaxed and gave over to the indulgent feeling of Shuu's massage. Through pure self control, Yuki kept his purr of satisfaction to himself.

 

Then Shuuichi's fingers were suddenly breaching the safety zone around his sensitive ears, and Yuki's mind was immediately brought back to his original plan: Distract Shuu from Ryuichi's concert and keep the attention all for himself. Though the massage felt really good, and it was true Shuuichi was giving him attention right now, in less than ten minutes the boy's attention would instantly snap to that television. Shuu had even brought the remote with him, setting it beside him as he sat on the back of the couch massaging Yuki's neck and shoulders. Yuki noticed that Shuuichi even kept looking eagerly from the time on the VCR to the picture on the TV, an impatient sound unknowingly coming through his lips each time he found that it still wasn't time.

 

Yuki leaned back to settle more between Shuuichi's legs, encouraging the singer's massaging hands further forward. Slowly, the blonde brought a hand up behind him to gently knead the outside of Shuu's thigh. At the same time, he gently pressed the back of his head into Shuu's inner thigh, putting the slightest bit of pressure against the singer's crotch as well. Shuuichi's massaging fingers stuttered in their movement over Yuki's collarbone, and the novelist used his other hand to grab one of Shuuichi's, bringing it up to his mouth and lightly swirling his tongue around one of the digits. Shuu's breath hitched with a tiny squeak, and Yuki smirked before sucking the tip of the finger into his warm, wet mouth and swirling his tongue against it some more.

 

Yuki continued rubbing his head against Shuuichi's growing bulge, increasing the pressure a bit and earning a gasp when he simultaneously slid the rest of Shuu's finger into his mouth, pulling it out and pushing it back in with slow, wet strokes. His other hand journeyed further upwards, slipping beneath the loose t-shirt Shuuichi was wearing and stroking the singer's soft skin. Yuki pulled the finger out of his mouth, instead sliding his tongue down between Shuu's index and middle finger and flicking a few times before moving to nip and lick Shuuichi's palm.

 

Shuuichi's increasing erection was pressing insistently against the back of Yuki's head now, and the novelist could feel the heat of it through the thin shorts Shuuichi was lounging in. The singer was panting softly, obviously fighting his arousal and the little sounds that should come with it. Yuki would have none of that.

 

In a swift, smooth series of movement, Yuki had turned around, grabbed Shuuichi and pulled him down to lay on the couch, settling between the vocalist's bent and parted legs, and pinning his hands above his head. Smirking at the wide, purple eyes that stared up at him, Yuki leaned down to capture the slightly parted lips, slipping his tongue easily inside to taste of his pink haired lover. He pulled away, trailing teeth and tongue lightly along Shuuichi's jaw and neck, then returned to engage the vocalist's mouth in a deep kiss.

 

As their tongues writhed together, Yuki let go of one of Shuu's wrists to trail his hand down along his arm, over and then under his shirt, sliding back up along smooth skin, skimming over Shuu's side, belly and ribs before finding a flat nipple and teasing it. Shuuichi mewled and squirmed in delight, eagerly kissing Yuki as his body arched, pleading for more touch from Yuki's skilled fingers and magnificent body. His free hand slid into Yuki's blonde locks, then slid down his neck to his chest, attempting to one-handedly undo the buttons of Yuki's shirt. His attempt unsuccessful, the vocalist gave a groan of frustration and began squirming more, fisting his hand in the front of Yuki's shirt as he struggled to free his other wrist from the writer's grasp.

 

Yuki relented a little, needing to pull away anyway in order to pull Shuuichi's shirt the rest of the way off and bare that beautiful, tan flesh. As soon as this task was complete, Shuuichi was pulling the blonde back down to his mouth by the front of his shirt, Yuki's arms braced on either side of his body. His eager fingers made fast work of the buttons, quickly sliding under the material to pay his own worship to the pale skin he revealed.

 

Yuki could hear the start of Ryuichi's concert in the background, and was quite pleased with himself when Shuuichi seemed to pay it no mind, instead arching his hips up to meet Yuki's pants-restrained erection with his own. Yuki couldn't help the small grunt of pleasure caused by his lover's action, and answered with a similar hip thrust of his own, grinding them together and pressing Shuuichi further into the cushions of the couch.

 

Shuuichi moaned as he sucked on his blonde lover's tongue, moaning Yuki's name with panting breaths as the novelist began sucking and nibbling down his neck and collarbone to his chest, teasing both nipples until Shuuichi was writhing and begging, both for more and for Yuki to stop teasing. Yuki's mouth continued its path downwards, laving attention all over the teen's flushed, exposed skin. When he came to the waistband of Shuuichi's shorts, he grabbed them with his teeth, tugging them down. Eager to be rid of the last of his clothing, Shuu braced himself with one hand on the cushion and one on the back of the couch, lifting his hips at the same time so his shorts could be pulled off by Yuki's mouth. In the midst of this action, Yuki barely noticed a change in the background noise that was the TV, and then all sound was gone except for Shuuichi's sounds of pleasure as his cock was finally freed.

 

Even as he felt elation at finally being rid of his clothes, Shuu let out a groan of more frustration when, ignoring the singer's obvious need, Yuki slowly began sucking and nibbling Shuu's inner thighs. The novelist held Shuu's hips down firmly with his hands, stopping his attempts to thrust toward Yuki's teasing mouth.

 

Finally, after what felt like forever to the wanton boy, Yuki's tongue moved towards Shuu's aching need, sliding over the teen's sac as it came to meet the root of his cock. He licked purposefully up the prominent vein on the underside, tongue flat until he came to the head and used just the tip to swirl around the head. Then with one fell swoop, Shuu was engulfed in the delicious moistness of Yuki's mouth, his fingers digging into blonde locks as he gave a cry of pleasure.

 

Shuuichi wouldn't last if he continued this way, Yuki knew, so he only gave a few good bobs and sucks before releasing the singer's delicious cock. Shuuichi groaned at the loss, but immediately started pulling eagerly at Yuki's clothes, needing to feel him against him completely. Yuki stood from the couch to allow Shuuichi to pull his pants down. Once he was free, he held Shuuichi's face, his other hand around his throbbing erection as he gently directed Shuu's mouth towards him. Shuu happily obliged, taking as much as he could into his mouth and quickly starting to bob his head. Yuki's hand threaded into the singer's pink locks and clenched them, loving the feel of that mouth around him. Before he could lose himself in the bliss, Yuki pulled himself from Shuuichi's mouth and pushed him to lay down again, returning to his place on the couch between Shuuichi's parted legs.

 

Diving a hand under a cushion, Yuki found one of the many tubes of lubrication they kept all over the house. Then, directing Shuuichi to spread his legs more and hold them against his chest, Yuki worked lubed fingers around and into Shuuichi's entrance. It didn't take long for him to find Shuu's prostate, having much experience in the matter by now, and he stroked it, watching Shuuichi bite his lip, eyes squeezed shut, erection neglected, leaking precum and bobbing for more attention. Yuki pulled his fingers out and slicked the lube over his own erection. Then he guided himself to Shuuichi and thrust in with one smooth stroke.

 

The singer cried out in a mixture of slight discomfort and enormous relief, glad to finally have Yuki inside him. A small moment to adjust, and soon Yuki was thrusting into his tight little lover, a slow, gentle pace working up to long strokes with swiveling hips. When his thrusts found Shuuichi's prostate, the singer's mewls and moans became cries of elation and Yuki's name. His limbs locked around the novelist, pulling at him and urging Yuki deeper, harder, faster. Yuki was too willing to comply, and soon was thrusting frantically into the hot, writhing body beneath him and finding his blissful release mere moments after Shuuichi cried out with his.

 

They lay panting, catching their breath and allowing their bodies to cool, for endless minutes. Finally, Yuki's softened cock pulled free of Shuuichi's body, leaving a small trail of cum on the cushion below them. Shuuichi pulled Yuki down for one last long, slow kiss in loving gratitude, kissing down Yuki's neck afterwards and grinning into his shoulder before finally letting Yuki get up to clean up.

 

It wasn't until several minutes later, after they were both cleaned and redressed, Shuuichi lounging like a content kitten across Yuki's lap, that the pink haired singer suddenly bolted up with a gasp. Yuki quirked a brow at the suddenly distraught singer as Shuu began searching all over for the earlier forgotten remote, which now seemed to be lost. Thinking back on the recent events with utmost concentration, he realized he must have hit the power button and knocked the remote down when he'd grabbed the back of the couch earlier to help Yuki get his pants off. Finally, he found it on the floor underneath the back of the couch, and frantically pushed the power button for the TV which he'd only a moment ago realized had been turned off.

 

Even though it should be okay, since he'd actually set the VCR timer this time, he still couldn't believe he'd completely forgotten about the concert! What kind of Nittle Grasper/Sakuma Ryuichi fan didn't watch the live performance, even if they were taping it?!

 

When the TV turned on, the sigh of relief Shuu had begun to let out hitched and turned into a breathy shriek as he realized that what was on, and currently being recorded, was not his precious idol's concert, but some stupid cooking show run by two old ladies. He looked at the receiver for the satellite dish, and realized to his utmost horror that it was on the wrong channel. He must have changed the channel when he'd knocked over the remote as well.

 

Dropping to his knees, Shuuichi let out a teary wail as he weakly banged his fists on the floor in frustration. Now he couldn't even watch the recorded version!

 

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Several frustrating, wailing-Shuu minutes later, Yuki found himself calling NG in hopes of securing a copy of the original broadcast of Sakuma Ryuichi's latest American performance.

 

Still, even through the dramatics, he felt it was worth it. He had, after all, proved himself to be a better distraction than Sakuma.

 

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A/N2: Whoo, finally complete! Hope it's okay. Not sure how I feel about it, but I'm glad it's finally done, even if it did take a year to write the second part… somehow I guess it's fitting, ne?

 

Anyway, please let me know what you think. Thanks for reading and reviewing, and thanks to everyone that reviewed part one, as well!!

 

I *heart* you all!!

 

~ lg