Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Flight Fears and Tour Troubles ❯ Bored and Disheartened ( Chapter 5 )

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Flight Fears and Tour Troubles

Chapter 5

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation! I'm not making ANY money off this!!!

Author's Note: Here's chapter 5! I figured I owed you guys a lemon for waiting so long for me... Hope you like it!

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“Dammit,” Shuichi grumbled, perched on the end of their latest hotel bed. Less than a week had passed since he had fallen and sprained his ankle, and he was on the verge of insanity. “This sucks!”

Only a few hours after Yuki and his lover had fallen asleep after the ill-fated concert, Yuki had awoken next to his lover to find him sitting up in bed with silent tears rolling down his face. The sun had yet to rise, and the novelist knew how uncharacteristic it was of Shuichi to wake so soon. When he asked what was wrong, Shu had hastily wiped away the saline tracks and rolled over, muttering that he was fine. After some coaxing, the boy had revealed that he was both in an excruciating amount of pain and truly disheartened over the interruption of his tour. Yuki had gotten out of bed, frowning, and retrieved a plastic zip-lock baggie, which he filled with ice and delicately placed over Shu's swollen joint. Then, he'd held his lover silently, allowing him to cry.

Eventually, Eiri convinced the boy to lie back down and sleep, though Eiri himself had remained awake long after Shuichi had finally given in to unconsciousness. When Shu woke for breakfast, the two of them had made their way to the dining room to meet the others, and Yuki had vehemently insisted that Shuichi see a doctor, threatening bodily harm to anyone who objected.

K had agreed, and allowed Eiri to hail a cab for Shu and himself.

At the hospital, the ER doctors had taken X-rays, and agreed that it was nothing more than a badly sprained ankle. They had promptly prescribed pain killers, and given Shu crutches and an air-cast for support, claiming that the ACE bandage he wore was not adequate enough for the injury. In addition, they informed Shuichi that he was to stay off his ankle for at least three weeks - a demand which nearly earned the physician a black eye and a broken nose when Shu flew off the table in a fit of rage and disappointment. Eiri had restrained him, already prepared for such a move, and quickly hauled him off to the hospital pharmacy to fill the prescription.

Now, four days later, Shuichi was as restless as ever.

“Yuki!” Shu whined.

“What do you want me to do about it, baka?”

The boy whimpered and frowned. “I don't know. I want it to go away,” he muttered.

“Your ankle?” Yuki asked, teasingly.

Shu glared at him. “You know what I mean.”

Eiri shrugged and sunk down onto the bed, swinging his legs up and lacing his fingers behind his head. The pillow was soft, and he his eyes closed of their own accord. The mattress shifted slightly. Opening his eyes again, he watched his lover struggle to crawl up the bed towards him without jarring his ankle. He sat up again, sighing, and hooked his arms under Shu's, gently hauling him up against the pillows, before lying down again and letting his eyes fall shut. The injured vocalist curled up against Eiri, satisfied with the small bit of comfort he felt when his lover hooked an arm around his mid-section.

“Yuki?” he whispered directly into the novelist's ear, causing Eiri to shiver as hot breath cascaded over the ticklish spot.

“Hmm?”

“Do you think...” Shu paused, his face growing hot as a blush flooded his cheeks.

Yuki opened his eyes, wondering what his little baka was about to ask him. Upon seeing the boy's flushed face, he grinned, rolling onto his side to stare directly into Shu's eyes.

Shuichi stared into his lover's golden orbs, getting pulled deeper and deeper by the second, until he blinked and looked away, breaking the spell.

“Shu?”

The pink haired pop-star glanced back up to meet his lover's gaze.

“What were you going to ask me, Shu-chan?” the writer murmured, his voice dropping to a husky tone. Shuichi shivered as Eiri nipped at his lips and pulled him closer.

“Do you think… well…” he hesitated for a moment, kissing Eiri's lips briefly. “Could we… You know…”

“I don't think I quite understand what it is you're getting at, Shu,” the writer mumbled, ghosting his lips across his lover's cheek bone. “I think you need to clarify…”

Shuichi shivered, the pink tinge of his face brightening considerably. Pushing down his embarrassment over the topic, Shu pulled away from his other half to look into his eyes.

“Eiri,” he stated softly, making sure he had the blonde's full attention. Eiri brought his hand up to cup the boy's cheek, staring into his violet eyes. “Make love to me?”

A quiet groan passed between Eiri's lips, even as he crushed them to his lover's. Though the question was so innocently spoke, the pure want in Shuichi's words drove him mad.

The writer's fingers slid hotly over Shuichi's cheek and down his neck to dip into the back of his collar, and Shu shuddered, knowing what was to come. His own fingers curled tightly into the button down shirt of his lover, needing to hold on to something.

Quickly, Yuki unbuttoned his own shirt and shook it off, his mouth never leaving Shu's. He allowed his tongue to tease the roof of his lover's mouth, shuddering at the moan he drew out of Shuichi when he bit gently at his lower lip.

Shu groaned as his hands raced up and down the smooth skin of Eiri's back. Breaking his lips away, he sucked in air, feeling lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.

Deprived of the sweet taste of Shu's lips, Yuki immediately attached his mouth to his lover's throat. While the boy lay panting, Eiri slid his t-shirt up his torso, reluctantly pulling away from Shu's neck to divest him of the article. Eiri paused momentarily to take in the sight of his lover.

Shuichi's eyes were heavily lidded, and those brilliant violet orbs were watching Eiri's every move. His lips were parted, air moving through them in deep breaths. His chest was heaving, and those perfect pink nipples stood at attention. His stomach was still toned just right, perhaps a bit more muscle showing through than had been a month ago, and right in the middle of his muscled middle was his belly button.

Eiri grinned. He wasn't quite sure what it was about the boy's belly button that got to him, but he couldn't stop himself from thinking it was the most adorable thing in the world. Without warning, he dipped his head down, circling the indentation with his tongue before grazing his teeth over the edge of it.

The singer gasped, unconsciously arching into his lover. “Eiri,” he moaned, as his senses began overloading.

Shaking his head at Shu's impatience, Eiri dragged his mouth down the smooth stomach before him. When he reached the hem of Shuichi's shorts, he unbuttoned them and took the zipper tab between his teeth. Slowly, he unzipped his lover's shorts, breathing hot air against the erection beneath the fabric.

A choked cry escaped Shuichi's parted lips, and he began murmuring incoherently.

Yuki paused in his torture to strip the skin-tight shorts from his lover's body. “What do you want, Shu?” he asked softly, hovering over the boy's erection. Aware of the teasing breaths ghosting over his stiff cock, Yuki's lips quirked upward when Shuichi began to twitch.

“Eiri, don't tease me,” Shuichi panted. “I'm not going to last… if you keep that up.”

“Brat, you're not going to last anyway.” With that, Eiri swallowed his lover's member, taking him deep into his throat.

Shuichi was beyond comprehension. The sensation flooding his body was enough to drown out everything but what Yuki was doing to him. His cock twitched in Yuki's mouth when he felt his lover's fingers slide gently up his stomach and chest to graze over his hardened nipples. The world around him could have ended and he would have been completely ignorant to it.

Unconsciously, Shu bent his knees and planted his feet on the bed, pushing up into Eiri's mouth.

The cry that rang through the room sounded almost inhuman. Instantly, Eiri was at the head of the bed with his arms around his lover, knowing that the scream was not one of pleasure. It was then that he noticed that Shuichi's foot hovered several inches off the mattress, suggesting what had happened.

Tears streamed down the singer's cheeks, both from pain and disappointment. “Fuck,” he moaned.

“Shh,” Eiri whispered. “Do you want ice?”

“I ruin it!” he sniffled. “I fucking ruined it! I want you so badly, but I can't do anything fucking right!”

“Shu, calm down,” Eiri sighed. “You didn't ruin anything. I should have been paying more attention. I know how little control you have over yourself when I'm around,” he stated with a smirk.

“I did ruin it! I ruin everything! The tour, sex, your life, everything!”

Eiri pulled away slightly, taken aback by the outburst. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Shuichi's mouth snapped shut with an audible click, and he shrugged out of his lover's arms. Gingerly, he slid off the mattress and hobbled toward the door. He buttoned his shorts as he moved, erection now completely gone.

“Shuichi, where are you going?” Eiri asked, exasperation creeping into his voice.

“To the bar,” he muttered to himself.

Yuki moved off the bed, to stand behind his lover, wrapping his arms around him from behind. “Hey, what's going on, huh?”

Shu sighed, arms hanging limp at his side as he stared intently at the wall far behind Yuki's head. “Do you want me to give you head?”

The writer stepped back, turning Shuichi slowly by the shoulders. “What?”

“Do. You. Want. Me. To. Get. You. Off.”

Eiri's lip curled up, and he had to restrain himself from hitting his smaller lover. “What the fuck?” he asked lowly.

“You didn't come. You were hard and all worked up and I killed the moment and you never came,” Shu explained. “You want release.”

Yuki glared at him. “You're seriously mentally deficient if you think the fact that I didn't come is more important to me than the fact that you're in pain - and not just physically.”

Shu's shoulders slumped, and his chin dropped to his chest. He sniffled quietly as he clenched his fingers at his sides. “I'm sorry,” he whispered after a moment.

Eiri shook his head slightly, slipping his arms back around the younger man. “Baka, you need to talk to me. I won't know what's going on in that thick skull of yours if you don't tell me.”

Shuichi burrowed his face in his lover's chest. “I want to go home, Yuki,” he whimpered. “I don't like this.”

“I know, Shu,” Eiri murmured, kissing the crown of his pink head. He stood silently for a few moments simply holding his lover, before stating, “I have an idea.”

Shuichi looked up into the blonde's face, wondering what he was going to say.

“Why don't we go back over to that bed over there,” he said, motioning behind himself with his chin, “and we can have this conversation in the morning.”

“I don't think I'm up for anything else after this fiasco,” Shu admitted quietly.

“Then we won't do anything,” Eiri assured him. “We can go to sleep now if you want. Or we can just lay there. Either way, we're going to talk about this in the morning, understand?”

Pink hair bobbed as Shuichi nodded his head.

“You know I'm just worried about you, right?” Eiri murmured, realizing with those words how unlike himself he sounded.

Another nod from Eiri's lover confirmed that he understood.

“Bed?” asked the writer.

Leaning back wordlessly, Shuichi took Eiri's hand and attempted to guide him back to the bed. However, as soon as his foot touched the ground in an attempt to hobble there, pain shot up his leg and he whimpered.

“Baka,” muttered Yuki, scooping up the lithe singer in his arms and carrying him to the bed. Gently, so as not to jar his injured ankle, Eiri set him on the mattress. As Shu pulled back the blankets to climb underneath them, Eiri tapped him gently on the shoulder. “Gonna sleep in your shorts?”

Confused, Shuichi looked down to find that he still wore a pair of tight jean shorts. He blushed. Surely such attire would be uncomfortable to sleep in.

Shaking his head, a light chuckle passing through his lips, Eiri stepped forward, carefully removing the garment, leaving his lover completely naked. Quickly, he walked across the room and removed a pair of his own boxers from the dresser, before returning and slipping them onto the boy.

“You know, you don't have to dress me,” Shu muttered, mildly embarrassed.

“Yeah, but you'd take forever to do it yourself.”

“Hey, Yuki?”

“Hn?” Eiri responded, not quite forming words.

“These are your boxers.”

“Yeah,” he replied. “They are.”

“But…” Shu hesitated, unsure if the blonde noticed which pair of shorts he'd given up. “They're your favorite boxers… The ones you told me never to take…”

“Yeah,” he repeated, a small smile forming on his lips. “They are.”

“But…”

Eiri leaned down and pressed his lips to his lovers, effectively cutting him off. “Shut up,” he said softly, running his thumb down Shu's jaw. He slid under the covers, switching off the lamp in the process, and pulled his singer closer. “We'll talk in the morning.”

Shuichi snuggled close to the writer, pillowing his head against Yuki's pale chest. “Love you, Yuki,” he murmured.

“What did I just say, brat?” Eiri said softly, even as his arms tightened around his lover, conveying that he did in fact know. “Sleep now,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to Shuichi's head.

Shuichi's eyes drifted shut, content for the moment to simply be held by the love of his life, although somewhere deep inside, he was dreading the coming conversation.

*~TBC~*