Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Make It Work ❯ Chapter 1

Make It Work

 

In the three years that Erie and Shuichi has been together has their love taken its toll? Or is the fear of being lonely too great for Shuichi to move on? Or maybe, Eiri is trying to find a reason to push the greatest thing that ever happened to him out of his life? Maybe a little vacation to New York and a LOT of wine is what these two lover's need.

 

Eiri & Shuichi Hiro & K

 

 

Eiri looked down at the blank screen on his laptop. He mentally cursed him self because he knew the words would not magically appear on then screen. With a deep sigh and a frown on his face the blonde writer tried to focus on what his newest romantic noel would be based on. He heard a small timid knock on the wooden door to his home office.

“What is it?'' he asked not pleased at the untimely interruption.

 

He saw his pink- haired lover peek through the door.

 

“Um…. Eiri…I'm very hungry and I noticed you haven't eaten or cooked anything so…um…-” The singer stumbled searching for the right words.

 

“Spit bit out brat.” barked the very irritated Eiri.

 

“Sorry, um, I was just wondering if you would maybe like to go out for dinner?” Shuichi quietly asked.

 

Shuichi already had a good idea what the answer would be, which was no, so it was to his great surprise when his tall blonde lover pushed away from his computer and walked over to him.

 

“I have work to do, so we cant go out, but I will cook dinner and we will eat but I have to get straight back to work” the author stated as he brushed by the younger man.

 

Shuichi followed his lover into the kitchen. As he watched Eiri open cabinets and gets the pots and stuff he needed. With a thud he plopped down in the nearest chair and stared out the window into the beautiful Tokyo city. After about a minute of silence with the exception of clattering pans he couldn't take it any more.

 

“Eiri please talk to me. All day today you were in your office and you barely said two sentences to me!” Shuichi whined.

 

Eiri turned the flame down on the noodles and fish he was cooking. With a sigh he turned and looked into his lover's eyes that began to water. The way Shuichi looked at him almost caused his heart to break in two but he couldn't let him distract him.

 

“Shuichi, why don't you grow up? I'm not your mother or your father. Why don't you go play with your music or something during the day instead of harassing me?” Eiri calmly asked.

 

With that Shuichi jumped out of the chair and pushed by Eiri. He ran into the room and grabbed his duffel bag from under the bed and began to stuff his bag with clothes.

 

“Why does he have to be an asshole?” Shuichi angrily asked under his breath still stuffing clothes into his bag.

 

Shuichi ran into the bathroom and grabbed his a small case and began to put his toothbrush, washcloth and other essentials into it.

 

`I can't believe him! I know he's not the social type but God he doest have to act like a socially deprived moron!' Shuichi thought angrily to him self.

 

When he was satisfied with his packing he hauled the bag over his shoulder and headed towards the door. As he angrily stormed down the hallway he felt a hand grab him on his unoccupied shoulder.

 

“And where do you think you're going?” Eiri asked slightly amused by the singer's anger.

 

“Away from you.” Shuichi stated attempting to pry himself away from the author's death grip on his shoulder.

 

Shuichi didn't have to struggle very hard because the writer let go him.

 

“Fine.” The author stated.

 

“What?” Shuichi asked the hurt evident in his voice.

 

“I said `fine'.” The author repeated but this time he turned away from the singer and headed back to office and with no effort at all slammed the door.

 

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Shuichi looked at the door blankly. As much as he didn't want to cry he felt the warm liquid running down his cheek. He once again hoisted his bag to a comfy spot on his shoulder, grabbed his black cap from the rack at the end of the hallway and without a second glance black walked out the door.

 

Eiri closed his eyes as he heard the door lose behind him. He looked at the blank screen of his laptop and with a look of disgust closed the device.

 

The author swore violently and with a huff ran his hands through his blonde hair.

 

`Why do we have to do this now?' the writer thought angrily to him self.

 

Before he could wander any more about his angry boyfriend his stomach gave a loud growl of protest. With a sigh Eiri went in to the kitchen to have some of the dinner that he prepared earlier.

 

Shuichi hopped in a cab hoping that this angry spat with his lover as only a nightmare that would end, but he was lulled back to reality when the driver of the car asked him where he was going. Without second thought he gave him the address to Hiro's apartment.

 

Shuichi walked up the stairs to Hiro's apartment. Hiro usually left the door open so Shuichi just walked in. The pink- haired singer looked on at the sight before him and froze. Shuichi gazed on at the sight not sure what to do. What he saw was his crazy American manager K feverishly sucking on his best friend's cock. Shuichi looked on, unable table to break his eyes from the sexy sight. Hiro was sitting on the on the white leather sofa, arms stretched out over the back of the sofa with his head thrown back in absolute ecstasy as his manager kneeled in front of him with his head bobbing furiously in absolute devotion.

 

Feeling more than awkward Shuichi backed out of the apartment and closed the door softly behind him. Shuichi sat down at the top of the stairs, unsure of what to do now.

 

`Well I cant go home and I cant bother Hiro now.' the writer laughed quietly to him self at that.

`My parents house is not an option…' the writer took a deep breath as his thoughts trailed.

 

Resting his bag next to him, he pulled his wallet out from the inside pocket of the bag.

 

He checked to see how much money he had and wasn't surprised to see none. As a rule he never really carried money except what he needed, in fear of being mugged or simply losing his wallet, which he usually did. He assumed since he would be staying with Hiro he would just borrow some money from him. Looking into one of the card slots in the well-worn wallet he saw a lone credit card and decided to stay in a hotel.

 

“Well, here I go” The singer's voiced echoed softly through the empty staircase as he picked up his bag.

 

Shuichi walked out of Hiro's building making sure to say goodnight to the janitor he passed earlier. As he walked through the door into the cool night he was absolutely shocked to the tall blond writer leaning against his black BMW with a matching black shirt and jeans, with his hair gently blowing in the wind.

 

Once again he froze at the sight before him. He was absolutely speechless which he couldn't believe him self.

 

Eiri looked at Shuichi standing there in the night with his shocking pink hair sticking out of the black cap on his head. He noticed the bag weighing down on him as he stood there gaping at him with his mouth slack. Eiri walked over to his slender boyfriend and slipped the bag from off of Shuichi's shoulder unto his.

 

“Get in the car brat.” Eiri stated, as he walked back into the car slipping the bag into the back seat.

 

Shuichi followed the order and silently got into the car watching his blonde boyfriend get into the driver's seat. Looking at his boyfriend absolutely confused Shuichi hesitantly began to open his mouth.

 

“Eiri?” he questioned, looking to see if now was a good time to engage the writer in conversation. He didn't want to make the writer angry again, at least for the time being.

 

“What is it?” the author replied surprisingly gentle.

 

“Ummm… how did you know where to find me?”

 

“Because your remarkably predictable.” Eiri stated in a matter of fact way.

 

Shuichi looked over to see if he was angry. Instead he saw the focus driver steering straight ahead with the bright lights of the city falling on his creamy face.

 

“Where then how did you know that I wouldn't be staying at Hiro's?” the singer quietly asked.

 

The writer ignored that question because the truth is he didn't know. He was getting ready to walk up to Hiro's apartment when he saw Shuichi walked through the door.

 

Shuichi sighed at his boyfriend's silence and looked out the window. After about 10 minutes Shuichi noticed that they were going the opposite direction of home.

 

“Eiri, where re we going?” the singer looked puzzled, but was soon answered at they pulled into the airport.

 

Eiri expertly found his way to the long-term parking and parked his car. He turned the car off and started to get out.

 

“But Eiri, where are you going?!” the singer exclaimed.

 

“Just stay there and don't open the door for strangers.” The writer firmly stated.

 

“Yes Daddy- Eiri.” The singer teased.

 

The writer growled at this then got out and shut the door in response

 

Eiri made his way to the booth to pay for the parking.

 

“How long will you be parked here sir?” the woman asked with out looking up

 

“Three weeks” Eiri stated.

When the woman finally looked up she squealed and her faced turn a deep crimson.

 

“Oh my God! Your Eiri Yuki! The famous writer!” she shouted

 

Erie flashed a smile, not because he wanted to, but because it would be all over the new if he told the woman to shut the hell up and give him his receipt so he wouldn't have to look at her piggy little face any longer than necessary. The woman was oblivious to Eiri's thoughts.

 

Well Eiri Yuki, I happened to be manager of the parking division of the airport and you can park here free for as long as you want….in return for an autograph” The stated like she was the cleverest person in the world.

 

With his smile unwavering, Eiri simply nodded and signed the blank paper pushed at him. When the transaction was finished he walked back to his car.

 

He walked around to the passenger side and opened the door for Shuichi to get out.

Obviously surprised by the action the singer just sat their dumfounded.

 

“Do I have to tell you everything? Get out brat.” Eiri stated trying his best to keep his temper.

 

Shuichi got out and Eiri closed the door.

 

“Who are we going to pick up? What's going on?” Shuichi asked puzzled.

 

Eiri didn't answer the singer. He opened the door to the back seat and got out the singers bag.

 

“Eiri are you sending ME away?” the singer asked fearfully.

 

“No Shuichi, I am not sending you away but when you keep pestering me it makes me consider the idea.” Stated the obviously annoyed writer.

 

Shuichi watched his boyfriend pop the trunk and pull out another bag, which he instantly recognized as the writers own bag.

 

“Eiri are we going away together?” Shuichi squealed ignoring the writer's warning about asking questions.

 

Eiri did not answer him, but instead hoisted the bags over his right shoulder, closed the trunk with his left hand and left the bright singer standing there with his eyes beaming from under his dark cap.

 

As they got closer to the airport Eiri reached inside his bag a pulled out a matching black cap, similar to Shuichi's own; he didn't want him or his boyfriend to be attacked by adoring fans. To the writer's surprised Shuichi was quiet as they made their way into the airport. Suspicious, the writer glanced back to see what he was up to. What he saw was a jubilant Shuichi with an ear-to-ear grin plastered on his face.

 

He approached the information booth in the airport unsure of where to go. Eiri knew his way around the airport, having flew all over the world for signings of his book and such, but he never wanted a private plane, he thought it was a waste of money. However, he really wanted to make it up to Shuichi and also just wanted to be alone with his lover. None of this he would ever admit to the overjoyed man standing next to him. He asked the pretty woman at the booth where to go and she directed him. She obviously didn't know who he was but flirted with him all the same.

 

Eiri followed the woman's instructions and within 5 minutes him and his lover was being escorted into the plane.

 

As soon as Shuichi boarded the plane he gave a loud shriek of delight. Shuichi took in his surroundings. Inside of the plain white aircraft, was a cream plush carpeted floor (which made no sense to him because it would take too long to clean after every use) with a glossy, burgundy wood and a sleek cream paneling. There were 4 large, white leather chairs, each with a large TV monitor. He walked to the rear of the airplane and opened the bathroom door. He saw an average size bathroom with marble tiles and a beautiful marble counter with a golden faucet he noticed the toilet also had a matching golden handle. When he walked all the way into the bathroom he was surprised to see that there was a shower there. He opened that the sliding glass door and was absolutely delighted.

 

`I bet there is enough room there for me and Eiri' the singer thought stifling a snicker.

 

As if sensing Shuichi's thoughts of miss-behavior Eiri called him out of the bathroom.

 

“Brat, get over here and sit down.” He called.

 

“Okay, okay.”

 

Shuichi shuffled over to his boyfriend and buckled up in the seat next to him. He watched Eiri as he fastened his seatbelt, reclined his chair and lit his cigarette, which he pulled from his front shirt pocket.

 

Shuichi snuggled up under the writer listening to him exhale smoke and his steadily beating heart. About 5 minutes later the flight attendant announced that they are ready for take off and asked if she could bring them anything to drink. Eiri requested whiskey with no ice, Shuichi responded saying that he had everything he needed, making Eiri roll his eyes at the younger man's sentiment.

 

As the singer began to fall asleep on the writer's chest he sighed.

 

“Eiri, I love you, even though I know you-” soft hands placed to his lips cut him off.

 

Eiri looked down at the young man that was now resting on his lap.

 

“I love you too.”

 

With a sigh the singer drifted off to sleep.