Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Sorry: Prior Commitment ❯ Sorry: Prior Commitment ( Chapter 1 )

“Sorry: Prior Commitment”

Sequel to: Sorry

Formerly Known As: “Kimi Wa Mou Yume No Tsuzuki”

Written by: Chocho

One-shot

Disclaimer: I don't own Gravitation or any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Story summary: Bad Luck goes on tour in support of their sophomore album and Eiri decides not to go with them. Why? What's the infamous romance writer up to? What's he up to?

Warning: Language, sex, angst, m/m

Song Insert: Anti-Nostalgic (as seen in Gravitation episode 3)

 

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(Several Months Later)

 

As Eiri pressed into the tight, warm cavern, he elicited breathy, wanton moans from his lithe lover beneath him. When he was sheathed entirely inside Shuichi, Eiri let go of the boy's narrow hips and placed his hands on the mattress on either side of Shuichi's head in a sort of push up motion. He waited patiently as Shuichi adjusted to him being inside of him. When he was ready, Shuichi nodded, giving Eiri a nod as he wrapped his legs around Eiri's waist and laid his hands on his broad shoulders.

 

A soft, gentle expression crossed the writer's face as he caressed the side of his young lover's face. “Shuichi,” he whispered, putting all his feelings behind that one word. He knew full-well what it did to the singer when he called him by his name.

 

A bright smile beamed across Shuichi's face. His eyes sparkled happily. “I love you, Eiri.”

 

Eiri returned Shuichi's smile with one of his own. “I know,” he breathed against Shuichi's lush, pink lips with all the feeling and emotions he could not express as easily as the boy could.

 

Eiri captured Shuichi's lips and kissed his chastely. Pulling back, he pulled out until only the tip of him remained inside and slowly pressed back inside. Shuichi shivered and saw stars as Eiri's penis found “that spot” with practiced ease. His grip on his lover tightened as a delicious sensation jolted through his body. He arched off the bed and cried out. Eiri took his lover slow and gently, rocking against him in an erotic dance that only the two of them knew.

 

Shuichi was dying. He desperately wanted Eiri to go faster, to take him hard and unforgiving. Shuichi wanted to be pounded into the mattress, but there was something different about Eiri tonight and Shuichi was going to savor every moment.

 

Sweat dotted Shuichi's forehead and upper lip. The evidence of his earlier orgasms coated both Eiri and himself. Forgetting himself, Shuichi forgot to close his mouth and chanted a continual moan of words that was almost enough to bring Eiri right then and there.

 

The feeling of Eiri's large penis sliding in and out of him was so hypnotic and erotic that Shuichi soon lost himself to the feeling. He was so lost that his orgasm took him by surprise. It exploded over him, causing him to scream out. His seed shot out, coating both him and Eiri once again.

 

Eiri followed soon after, crying out as he emptied himself into Shuichi.

 

Panting, he pulled himself out when he had softened enough and collapsed onto the bed besides his lover. He wrapped his arms around Shuichi's waist and pulled him against him, spooning him from behind. He placed a kiss on the side of the boy's head. Shuichi sighed and snuggled back against him.

 

“We should get cleaned up and change the sheets,” Eiri said, feeling his heavy eyelids drooping. The last thing they needed was to wake up tomorrow in a sticky mess. That has happened before and it had been pretty.

 

“Hmm,” Shuichi answered. He felt too content to move. “Eiri,” he called out softly after several minutes.

 

“Hn.”

 

“Are you sure you can't come on tour with us?”

 

By the sound of his voice, Eiri knew Shuichi was pouting. It was a good thing he could not see the baka's face, otherwise he would find himself giving in, but he steeled himself. “You know I can't,” he reminded the boy carefully.

 

“But why?” he whined.

 

Eiri growled and flipped onto his back, suddenly annoyed. “Because I can't,” he snapped. “Get over it!”

 

“But, Eiri!” Shuichi sat up, staring at his boyfriend with watery eyes. “You always go on tour with us!”

 

Eiri flung aside the sheet in irritation and stormed out of the bedroom and across the hall to the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him. He heard Shuichi cry out for him, then burst into unhappy tears. Leaning against the door, Eiri stared at the ceiling sadly. He hated it when Shuichi cried, especially when he was the cause of his unhappiness. “I'm sorry, Shu-chan,” he whispered mournfully.

 

*

 

When Shuichi woke up the next morning, Eiri was already gone. He was not even sure if he had come back to bed last night. He had cried long into the night without bothering to shower or change the sheets. Now he felt sticky and gross. He was all stuffy and his eyes were nearly swollen shut from all the crying.

 

Daisuke was going to kill him and the media was going to have a field day. He was just glad that their old manager, Claude “K” Winchester, had decided to taken an extended leave of absence in order to take care of his wife, Judy Winchester who was an actress in the United States, whose cancer had spread to her brain. Otherwise K would have had his head on a platter. Compared to Mrs. Winchester, his problems were dust in the wind. Unfortunately, there was nothing that could be done for Judy. Last time Shuichi had spoken with the Winchesters, which had been a couple weeks ago, K had told him that he and his wife had decided that Judy would spend what time she had left at home with him and their son, Michael.

 

Bad Luck was first going on a long three month tour of Japan in support of their newest CD. After that, they were heading back to America and Canada to do a round of concerts. It was a schedule that the members of Bad Luck were all too familiar with. It was almost nearly identical as the “Sei-Teki Ni Hoshi Na” World Anime Tour that Bad Luck took part in last year along with ASK, among others.

 

Shuichi and Eiri's anniversary happened to fall during Bad Luck's tour and Shuichi had been hoping that his lover would come with them so that they could celebrate it together, but when he brought it up, Eiri said he could not go. He claimed that he had “a prior commitment”. Nothing Shuichi said or did could change the writer's mind. He hated it when Eiri was not with him, but this time it was made worse by the very fact that they would not be celebrating their anniversary together. And Shuichi was not even sure why Eiri refused to go!

 

Miserable, Shuichi rolled out of bed. He felt like shit. He walked around the apartment like a mindless drone, going through the usual morning routine automatically. He showered and tossed on the clothes he had laid out the night before. He knew he should eat something, but the thought of food right now made him nauseous. He dragged his suitcase to the foyer, where he slipped on his shoes and tossed on a lightweight jacket. It was that time of year where there was still a chill in the morning air, but the afternoons were dreadfully humid. Grabbing his hat and sunglasses, he put them on and with one final look around he walked out of the apartment, dragging his luggage behind him.

 

*

 

Strains of “Bird” echoed around the empty music hall, drowning out the sounds of Bad Luck's manager, Daisuke, and the techies' unintelligible speech.

 

Hiro made his guitar sing like no other could as he and Fujisaki went through one of many sound checks. Shuichi was out in the parking lot with a few of the roadies, probably goofing off as usual, until he was needed.

 

He was worried about him. Shuichi was putting on a brave front, acting as if nothing was wrong, but he had been friends with Shuichi long enough to know when something was bothering him and something was definitely wrong. It did not take a genius to realize what that something was either.

 

Yuki Eiri.

 

Their tour kicks of that night with a concert in Zepp Tokyo. Ironically enough, it was where it all started. Then immediately after, they headed for Kyoto. A three month long tour always took its toll on Shuichi. He was always a miserable, fatigued mess by the end of the second month, but with Mr. Yuki by his side, Shuichi was able to make it through. But without the writer, Shuichi was a miserable mess and the tour had not even begun yet. Hiro sighed. This was going to be a long three months.

 

*

 

The last strains of “Jounetsu Ballad” exploded in a deafening boom. A shower of sparks reigned down from the stage. The fans that filled Zepp Tokyo burst into thunderous applause. It roared through the building and engulfed Shuichi, who absorbed it all.

 

Feeling elated and slightly exhausted, Shuichi ran off stage into the great black void of the backstage area with Hiro and Fujisaki right behind him. All three were greeted with applause and whistles from the crew standing backstage.

 

“Congratulations,” came the calls all around them.

 

Immediately, sounds of “Bad Luck” being chanted by those crowding into the music hall could be heard. An encore would be needed, but that had been expected.

 

Someone handed Shuichi a towel and a water bottle. He toweled himself off and downed half the bottle of water while someone else, most likely one his bodyguards, lit the way to the dressing rooms where Shuichi changed out of his skimpy white leather outfit and into his street clothes, mainly jeans and a t-shirt. He tied his hair back and was escorted back to the stage.

 

One of the roadies handed him an acoustic guitar. He strapped it on and taking a deep breath, walked out onto the stage to a deafening explosion of sound. He walked to the front of the stage and smiled.

 

Hiro had been teaching him how to play the guitar for the past few months. It had been another reason why he had wanted Eiri to come with them on this tour. He had been hoping to serenade his lover for their anniversary, but since that was not going to happen, he figured he might as well put his new skills to use somewhere else.

 

“Hello, Tokyo,” he shouted into the microphone.

 

The crowd roared back.

 

He fingered the taunt strings and the fans roared their approval as they were serenaded with an unplugged version of “Anti-Nostalgic”.

 

 

Toumei ga yozora somete

[The transparency tints the night sky]

hitori aruku itsumo no kaeri michi

[I walk alone, along the usual route home] 

 

Kuchizusamu konna kimochi

[I hum these feelings]

Nemuru kimi ni todoketai na OH... UM...

[And I want to deliver them to you as I sleep]

 

Nanika ni obieteru

[I'm afraid of something]

jibun ga chotto iya ni naru

[And it makes me like myself a little less]

tsugeru omoi

[The feelings I want to convey]

torinokoshita hibi ni...

[The days I left behind]

dokoka ni wasureteru

[I've forgotten them somewhere]

kokoro ga chotto itaku naru

[My heart aches just a little bit]

toki wo tsunagu

[That which connects time]

hoshi no yoru ni kimi o sagashiteru

[On a starry night, I'm searching for you]

 

Namida ga koboreteru

[the tears are overflowing]

egao ga chotto hoshiku naru

[I long just a little for a smile]

 

toki o tsunagu

[that which connects time]

hoshi no yoru ni kimi o sagashiteru

[On a starry night, I'm searching for you]

 

 

Opening eyes he had not realized he had closed, he smiled out at the audience who went crazy. He lifted his strap over his head and handed it to a roadie who ran out on stage to grab it. Stepping back, Shuichi bowed, beaming. If he could just concentrate on this, then he would be alright without…

 

Shuichi gasped audibly as he turned around and saw standing center stage behind, the one person he had not expected to see.

 

“Ei-Eiri,” he breathed in shock.

 

Eiri tried to block out the roaring crowd and the hot stage lights and concentrate on nothing but his sexy, sweaty lover. He stepped forward and dropped to one knee.

 

Shuichi and the audience gasped as one. His hands flew to his mouth and his mind went blank.

 

“Shindou Shuichi,” Eiri began, his voice booming out throughout the music hall.

 

A quiet hush fell over Zepp Tokyo.

 

Eiri produced a black velvet box from his coat pocket. He flipped the lid. The stage lights shinned down on the silver band, making it gleam beautifully.

 

Shuichi gasped. Tears blurred his vision. He glanced from the ring to Eiri. The audience whistled and individual applause sounded.

 

“Shindou Shuichi. Will you marry me?”

 

The audience exploded into a wave of deafening sound.

 

With tears streaming down his face, Shuichi flung himself at his lover, sobbing hysterically. “Yes,” he shouted over the noise. “Yes! Of course I will!”

 

If at all possible, the noise level increased when Eiri pulled back from Shuichi enough to slip the ring on his slender finger, the one finger it was said that held a vein that traveled all the way to the heart. He was not sure if it was the truth or not, but he liked the way it sounded.

 

Shuichi held his hand out in front of him and gazed at the gleaming band. He gazed through his tears at his lov…no, his fiancé.

 

Eiri reached out and cupped the side of his face. “I love you, Shu-han.”

 

Shuichi's face split into a huge grin. He threw himself at Eiri, hugging him tightly. “I love you, too.”

 

“I told you I had a `prior commitment',” Eiri shouted into his ear.

 

Shuichi pulled back, chuckling. “I forgive you,” he shouted back. Despite their very public audience, Shuichi kissed his husband-to-be long, hard and passionately.

 

 

***OWARI***

 

A/N: This story was out previously as some of you may know and I had not really thought of it as a sequel to “Sorry” but I was going over it and realized that with a little change it could be. Hope you enjoyed it. And I am currently working on the next chapter of “Because of You”. It should be out soon.