Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Love's Painful Truth ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Title: Love's Painful Truth

Author: Daxemon

Fandom: Gravitation (yaoi)
Pairing/Characters: Yuki/Hiro

Rating: Mature
Disclaimer: The Maki Murakami is the creator of Gravitation and I will do my best to not soil her creations with my filthy thoughts…….well maybe just a little. I'll make sure to clean them up afterwards. Obviously these guys don't belong to me or anyone but Ms. Murakami.

 

A/N: I would like to give thanks to my beta IDWYTNOME who is allowing my fic to blossom and grow. With her help this fic will be the best it can be. I hope all our readers enjoy the new and improved “Loves Painful Truth”. Now on to the update.

Later

 

Love's Painful Truth

 

Chapter 5

 

Snapping awake Hiro realized that he'd fallen asleep on the couch. As he slowly sat up, working the kinks out, he heard his stomach growl and wondered what time it was. Checking his phone he saw that he hadn't been asleep that long, maybe about three hours, but that made it six hours since he had last eaten.

 

Hiro knew he had some left over take out, but honestly didn't feel like eating reheated Yakisoba. He figured that he could throw something together quickly, so he headed off to his kitchen.

 

While he got his dinner ready, Hiro's mind wandered back to how he came to be in his current fix with Yuki.

 

After that day at Yuki and Shuichi's, Hiro found his gaze was constantly drawn to Yuki every time he was around, which turned out to be quite often since he was involved with the latest album. He had written two songs and co-written another with Shuichi. Whenever one of his songs needed to be reworked he was needed at the studio.

 

At first it was unconsciously done and when Hiro would notice that his gaze would linger a little too long, he would look away. Soon it became a need, like an itch that not all the scratching in the world could stop. Watching Yuki became almost like a game. Hiro would take in his fill and when it would seem like the author was sensing that he was being observed, Hiro would immediately find somewhere else to look or become very interested in tuning his guitar. There were times when having long hair was very convenient. He would use his hair as a shield, pretending to be paying attention to his guitar or a magazine, when in truth he was watching Yuki as he diligently worked on his laptop, glasses in place, concentrating and looking as sexy as hell.

 

Once Hiro was so wrapped up in his Yuki gazing that Shuichi managed to walk up on him, scaring the life out of him and causing Hiro to drop his guitar and startling everyone in the vicinity, including Yuki and poor Shuichi, who's foot had unfortunately been the victim of said guitar.

 

Things went on like that for about a week and a half, until the album release party.

 

 

After being forced to do the typical networking, chatting and press, which involved countless photo-ops, interviews and talking with a myriad of people of whom he would much rather have avoided, Hiro was finally free to move around on his own.

 

Coming to rest against a wall, Hiro surveyed the room, taking in all the different elites of the music industry that were attending. Then his eyes caught on something pink and fluffy bobbing in the crowd-Shu's head.

 

It seemed that both Shuichi and Yuki had been cornered by the group of fans who had won the exclusive right to attend the party. One of Seguchi's ideas to promote the album. Of course, each one of them received a thorough background check, before they were hand picked by Seguchi, assuring the safety of his stars.

 

Hiro smiled at the enthusiasm that Shuichi was showing as he spoke to the lucky fans, but soon his attention drifted. Yuki was standing next to Shuichi, looking cool and relaxed as usual, even among the throng of people around him. As Hiro looked on, Yuki suddenly turned his head slightly, looking across Shuichi's shoulder and locking eyes with Hiro, a small, knowing smirk sliding across his face, before his attention went back to Shuichi and the fan girls.

 

It went so quickly that Hiro didn't think it had really happened, but judging by the way he was currently sweating, apparently it had. Hiro decided that he needed some air....NOW!

 

The venue the party was being held had almost a full sized temple garden outside, koi pond included. It was built to give one a sense of seclusion. It wasn't quite complete though, not with a view of the Tokyo skyline from fifty stories up.

 

'I bet Seguchi wouldn't mind having one of these at NG.' thought Hiro as he went to stand by the railing to admire the skyline. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved one of his cigarettes and lit up, enjoying the rush of nicotine. He'd promised Shuichi that he would quit, but once in a while he would sneak one.

 

Hiro's mind finally came back to why he was out there in the first place. Could Yuki have seen him? Was he being that careless or was it just his imagination? Hiro was so completely wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't hear someone approach.

 

“Shuichi said you quit.”

 

Hiro's head turned sharply to the right as Yuki came to stand directly next to him, practically shoulder to shoulder.

 

“Just curious, but I was wondering how much longer you are planning to keep watching me?” Yuki asked and watched as Hiro's eyes went wide and his face burst into a crimson blush at being found out. Noticing the look on Hiro's face Yuki thought fleetingly it was kinda cute, taking a drag from his own cigarette.

 

Hiro opened his mouth, but for some reason no sound came out. He watched Yuki take a final drag from his cigarette, flicking it over the railing.

 

“You know these things are bad for you.” Yuki said as he took Hiro's forgotten cigarette from his now nerveless fingers.

 

Hiro watched in stunned silence as the cigarette that he'd been smoking moments ago was now between Yuki's mobile lips and he couldn't tear his eyes away, not even as he noticed Yuki turn and lean towards him, closing the distance between them in a matter of seconds. Suddenly Hiro felt Yuki's lips on his and he still didn't move, but instead allowed himself to be kissed.

 

The touch of Yuki's lips on his did not feel foreign or wrong at all. Truthfully, it almost felt natural. The kiss was so light, so delicate, that it surprised Hiro that it was coming from Yuki. He thought that a kiss from the novelist would be more harsh and intense, not soft and flirtatious, almost shy, even.

 

When Yuki felt that Hiro wasn't pulling away he decided to push a little further. He tangled his cigarette-free hand into Hiro's long auburn mane, holding Hiro's head in place as he deepened the kiss. At first Yuki noticed no response from Hiro, but soon he felt a slight shiver that transferred from Hiro's lips to his and then Hiro was returning his kiss, although hesitantly at first.

 

Taking this as a positive sign, Yuki threw the cigarette he had taken from Hiro over the railing, freeing up his other hand so he could wrap it around Hiro's waist and pull their bodies flush. Once that was done he heard Hiro moan in response and return his kiss feverishly. Yuki realized that things were heating up quickly and that they needed a bit more privacy, so he slowly began to back Hiro away from the railing and into a small cluster of hedges that completely blocked anyone's view of them. By the time Yuki had them totally hidden, Hiro had his arms around his neck and was kissing back with wild abandon.

'What on earth am I doing?! This is Yuki! I'm kissing Yuki! Why am I kissing him?! Well, he kissed me first!! So what?! I shouldn't be kissing him back! I should be knocking his block off!! If Shuichi saw us—Oh my god, Shuichi! I have to stop this!'

 

'But it feels so good...he feels so good. What am I thinking?!!'

 

'I'm thinking that what Shuichi doesn't know won't hurt him. I am a horrible friend.'

 

These were Hiro's last coherent thoughts before he gave himself over completely to the sensations swamping his body as Yuki's kiss overwhelmed his senses.

 

Suddenly Hiro felt Yuki break the kiss. Opening his eyes to see what was the matter and feeling more than a little tipsy. Hiro frowned up at Yuki in confusion and that was when he heard it, Shuichi's soft melodic voice calling Yuki's name. It was like having a bucket of ice water dumped over his head and like dagger in his chest—quite sobering to say the least.

 

“It seems like we have company. We'll continue this another time.” Yuki declared, giving Hiro one final peck and releasing him, lighting up a cigarette on his way out to intercept Shuichi.

 

“Hey, brat.” Hiro heard Yuki greet Shuichi as he disappeared from sight.

 

“Yuki, there you are, have you seen Hiro? Someone said they saw him come out here.” Hiro flinched when he heard Shuichi ask for him and the most ridiculous urge to step out from where Yuki'd hidden them came over him. Hiro knew with one look at the disheveled mess he was that Shuichi would know what they had been doing. He stayed put.

 

“I am not your bandmate's keeper, brat. Find him yourself.”

 

“Yuki, don't be so mean,” Shuichi whined.

 

Soon Hiro heard their voices fade off as they (most likely) headed back to the party.

 

Hiro dropped down on a nearby stone bench, his face in his hands as he caught his breath and his poor racing heart settled back to a normal rhythm. 'What the fuck just happened?' Hiro wondered, confused, as he felt his kiss-swollen lips continue to tingle with the sensation of Yuki's kiss.

 

 

As Hiro sat to eat his dinner, his mind still flashing over what had occurred that night in the garden and everything else in the last month, he felt his stomach coil and tighten and he realized he wasn't as hungry as he thought, pushing the steaming plate of food away.