Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Specific Gravity ❯ Losing Control ( Chapter 3 )

Warning: This chapter contains strong sexual content.

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Chapter 3: Losing Control

“Shuichi! Wait up!” Maiko called. She caught up with Shuichi as he trudged along to school Friday morning with his backpack slung over one shoulder.

Shuichi barely looked at her as she fell into step with him. “I thought you were at school already,” he said. “Don't you have leadership club on Friday mornings?”

“It was cancelled this morning.” Maiko studied his face worriedly. “Are you all right, Shuichi? You sound like you're coming down with something.”

“I'm just tired.” Shuichi didn't look at her. He was not about to tell her he was exhausted from dreaming about Yuki all night. “I didn't sleep well.”

“Oh. Well, I was wondering if you could do me a favor this afternoon. Since our club was cancelled this morning, some of us want to meet this afternoon instead. Since I'm club president, I have to be there. So could you please entertain Eiri Yuki for me until I get home from the meeting? I should be home by five.”

“I thought he was coming over after dinner!”

“I invited him to come for dinner before I knew leadership club was cancelled this morning.” Maiko clasped his arm. “Please, Shuichi!”

“Can't you just tell him to come later?”

“I will, but if the meeting runs over, I don't want him to sit around bored. You don't mind, do you? Maybe he'll help you with your homework.” She fixed big, pleading, hopeful eyes on his face.

Shuichi sighed. “Sure, Maiko, I'd be glad to.”

“Thanks, Shuichi! You're a dear!” She kissed him quickly on the cheek. “I'd better hurry. I want to catch Eiri before class. See you later!” She dashed away with a happy wave.

Shuichi hung his head. Just what he needed: another afternoon alone with Eiri Yuki! The thought left him distracted and the day progressed very badly. He was yelled at by three teachers and spilled his milk during lunch, soaking his food. He dragged home after his last class, too depressed even to look for Hiro. To top it off, his homework took so long to complete, he had only just pulled out his keyboard when the doorbell rang.

Eiri Yuki looked as gorgeous as ever. Shuichi's pulse sped up at the sight of him.

“I hope I'm not disturbing you,” Yuki said. “Maiko told me she might be a little late, but I thought I would wait for her, if that's all right.”

“Uh, sure, it's fine.” Shuichi let Yuki in. “I was just about to start practicing, if you don't mind.”

“May I listen?” Yuki fixed his beautiful eyes on Shuichi's face and smiled one of his dazzling smiles.

Shuichi had to remind himself to breathe. “Um… I have to do my scales first. It's kind of boring, but I do it every day before I start.”

“Please don't change your routine on my account,” Yuki replied. “I'm the one imposing.”

“It's no imposition,” Shuichi rasped out. His heart was pounding and he was starting to get hard. He was glad he was walking ahead of Yuki as they went up to his room. He slipped quickly behind his keyboard and leaned over it, staring at his own hands, but he could still feel Yuki's hazel eyes burning into his skin. With an effort he began to play. He flubbed the first two scales. He closed his eyes on the third and made it through, but then he flubbed the fourth.

“I think I must be disturbing you,” Yuki said. There was a hint of laughter in his voice and Shuichi shuddered.

“You're not disturbing me,” he lied. “I'm not used to playing scales in front of people.”

“Just like you're not used to composing in front of people?”

Shuichi looked up. “Don't make fun of me!” he exclaimed. “Maybe it bothers me a little to have you watch me, but you still shouldn't tease me!”

“I don't mean to tease you,” Yuki said. He smiled sweetly at Shuichi. “I think you're quite talented, so I can only imagine that I am disturbing you when you play badly.”

Shuichi shivered. “You think I'm talented?”

“Oh yes.”

“Thank you.” For a long moment, Shuichi could not look away from Yuki's gaze.

Yuki leaned forward. “You look a lot like your sister. You have the same eyes and mouth. Just your noses are a little different.”

“Do you think she's pretty?”

“Yes.” Yuki grinned. “Do you want to know if I think you're pretty, too?”

“What?!” Shuichi blushed. “I didn't mean…! Oh!” He looked away, flustered.

“You are kind of cute, you know.”

“Please don't say things like that,” Shuichi exclaimed. “It's embarrassing!”

“I wasn't embarrassed when you said I had pretty eyes the other day.”

“That's different. Your eyes are pretty.” Shuichi's cheeks turned scarlet. Whatever possessed me to say something like that?

“So you don't think you're cute?” Yuki answered with a soft chuckle. “You should look in the mirror sometime.”

Shuichi put his hands over his flaming cheeks. Yuki's teasing was making him even more excited. He closed his eyes. “Guys shouldn't talk to each other like this! When I said your eyes were pretty, I didn't mean for it to sound like I… like I…” He couldn't finish the sentence.

Yuki's warm chuckle sent shivers of excitement down Shuichi's spine. “I wouldn't be insulted. It doesn't bother me if guys think I'm good-looking.”

Shuichi stood up abruptly and stumbled for the door. “Maybe we should wait for Maiko downstairs,” he said quickly.

“You're not going to practice? I thought you did that every day.” Yuki followed him to the door, but he caught Shuichi by the arm before he could escape out into the hallway. He pulled Shuichi back and closed the door. “You should finish your practice. I promise I won't tease you anymore.”

Shuichi hesitated before turning around. Yuki was standing right behind him. He didn't want Yuki to see how excited he was, but he had no idea how he was going to hide it with Yuki so close to him. He turned slowly, looked up into Yuki's eyes and froze. His heart was pounding so hard he was sure Yuki could hear it. He licked his lips.

“I think… I'm too tired to practice,” Shuichi whispered. “I didn't sleep well last night. I feel…” He felt lightheaded, staring into Yuki's intent gaze. “I think… maybe… it's too hard… with you here,” he finished faintly.

Yuki put his hands on Shuichi's shoulders and pushed him back against the door. “I think you're right about it being hard,” he whispered and kissed him.

It was not a quick kiss. Yuki moved his mouth against Shuichi's, parting his lips and stroking his tongue gently against Shuichi's lips until he opened his mouth, too. Yuki slipped his tongue in, moving it caressingly against Shuichi's tongue. Feeling helpless, Shuichi wrapped his arms around Yuki and kissed back. He pressed his body against Yuki's, completely forgetting that he was trying to hide how aroused he was.

When Yuki finally drew his mouth away, Shuichi was trembling. “Why did you kiss me?” he gasped breathlessly.

“Because you were flirting with me,” Yuki answered.

“I wasn't flirting!” Shuichi exclaimed in panic. “Maiko asked me to keep you company! I was just doing her a favor!”

“Oh? Then why did you let me kiss you?”

“I didn't know you were going to!” Shuichi tried to push Yuki away. “Do you always go around kissing guys?” he demanded in a shaking voice.

“Only the ones who flirt with me.”

“I was not flirting!” Shuichi cried. Tears welled up in his eyes. “I'm not like that!”

“Shuichi,” Yuki said, “don't cry. I thought you wanted me to kiss you. It certainly felt like you did when you were kissing me back.”

Shuichi closed his eyes and large tears slid down his cheeks. He stopped trying to get away. “I did,” he whispered. He looked up at Yuki. “Please don't tell anyone! People already think I'm weird.”

Yuki smiled. “Why would I do that? Then people would think I'm weird, too.”

Shuichi sniffed and wiped his nose on the back of his hand. “No one would ever think that; you're too popular.”

“Perhaps.” Yuki produced a handkerchief and began wiping the tears from Shuichi's cheeks.

“Do you kiss Maiko like that?” Shuichi felt like a fool for asking the question.

“No. I've never kissed Maiko like that.” Yuki met his eyes. “Maiko isn't ready to be intimate.”

Shuichi's eyes opened wide when he realized what Yuki was implying. “I'm not ready either!” he exclaimed.

“You're not?” Yuki put his hand on the bulge in Shuichi's pants. “I get the impression some parts of you are.”

“Don't touch me like that!” Shuichi gasped. He pushed Yuki's hand away. “I'm not that kind of guy! Other guys don't interest me!”

“Just me?”

“No!”

“Really?”

Yuki put his arms around Shuichi's waist, pulled him close and kissed him again. Shuichi struggled for a moment, but he couldn't resist Yuki's kiss. He put his arms around Yuki's neck and kissed back. Yuki's leg was pressed against Shuichi's erection and he shuddered with arousal. Every trace of rational thought fled from his mind. Yuki's embrace was everything.

The sound of the front door closing, followed by Maiko's voice, made Shuichi pull away suddenly. “Maiko's home!” he gasped. He stared at Yuki in wide-eyed panic. “Please don't tell her what happened! Please!”

“Hush,” Yuki said calmly. “This is just between us.” Yuki released him and Shuichi sagged back against the door. “There's no reason anyone has to know about it.”

Maiko knocked on the door. “Shuichi?” she called, “are you home?”

With an effort, Shuichi tried to get himself under control. He opened the door but stayed mostly behind it, knowing that Maiko would only have eyes for Eiri Yuki.

“Yuki-san!” Maiko exclaimed. “You're here already. Have you been waiting long?”

“No, I just got here. Why don't we go downstairs? I'm keeping Shuichi from his practice.”

Shuichi started, but Maiko didn't seem to make anything of the comment. She chattered about her leadership meeting as she and Yuki went downstairs. Shuichi closed the door behind them and sighed with relief. This thing with Yuki was getting out of hand. “Why am I so attracted to him?” Shuichi whispered to himself. “I have to stop feeling this way before something worse happens.”

Shuichi skipped dinner that night, claiming illness, because he didn't trust himself to face Eiri Yuki again so soon.

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“You look like shit,” Hiro remarked casually. “Rough weekend?”

Shuichi sank into the seat beside Hiro and dropped his backpack on the floor. “I was working on my music all weekend.” It was nearly the literal truth. He had barely slept at all. Every time he tried, dreams of Eiri Yuki tormented him to the point where he woke up with either a painful erection or cum-soaked sheets.

“New song?”

“Yeah. And new mixes for some of the old ones.”

“Do you want me to come over and listen?”

“Maybe tomorrow. I gotta get some sleep.”

“Ok.”

“Nudge me if you see my dozing off, will you?”

“Sure thing.”

Home seemed a lot farther away from school than usual that afternoon. All Shuichi wanted to do was get home and crawl into bed. Monday's were good days for afternoon naps because his mother had an art class and Maiko had dance. The house would be empty until at least 5:30. Normally, he would use the time to play, when no one was around to insist he do his homework, but today, he planned on doing nothing but sleeping.

He stumbled as he stepped up onto the porch and dropped his key. “Dammit!” He bent over to pick it up, but another hand swept in ahead of his and picked it up.

“Is something wrong, Shuichi?”

Shuichi jumped back in a panic and fell on his butt. Eiri Yuki stood there, Shuichi's key in one hand, regarding him with mild surprise.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I called you, but you must not have heard me.” Yuki held out his hand.

His pulse racing, Shuichi grasped Yuki's hand and let Yuki pull him to his feet. “You called me?” Yuki's hand felt warm and wonderful holding his. Shuichi felt a surge of desire and his exhaustion was suddenly swept away. He couldn't look away from Yuki's hazel eyes.

“May I come in for a moment?” Without releasing Shuichi's hand, Yuki unlocked the door and led Shuichi into the house.

Shuichi looked back over his shoulder, terrified that someone would see them entering the house together. The street was empty. Yuki closed the door and handed Shuichi his key.

“You look exhausted,” Yuki said. “Were you practicing all weekend?”

“Uh, yeah.” Shuichi kicked off his shoes and moved past Yuki toward the stairs. “I was going to take a nap.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

The simple question plunged Shuichi into a maelstrom of emotions. A small, rational part of his mind insisted that he tell Yuki to leave. The part of him that loved his sister dearly and did not want her to be hurt insisted that he tell Yuki to leave. The part of him that did not want to admit how desperately he wanted Yuki insisted that he tell Yuki to leave. But the raging desire that was consuming his body demanded that he tell Yuki to stay.

“No,” Shuichi whispered. He looked back over his shoulder, knowing full well that his face would give him away.

Yuki took Shuichi's backpack off his shoulder and set it gently on the floor. Then he turned Shuichi around and kissed him deeply. “I want to go to bed with you.”

Shuichi closed his eyes. “We can't! My sister…”

“I don't want her; I want you.” Yuki kissed him again and Shuichi was lost. He couldn't stop himself from embracing Yuki and returning his kiss with deep passion. “Maiko told me she wouldn't be home until after five,” Yuki whispered in his ear. “And she said your mother would be out all afternoon.”

Shuichi nodded without speaking. Yuki took his hand and led him upstairs to his room. Shuichi felt a rising panic when Yuki closed the door and locked it. He backed up until his knees were bumping against his bed. “Yuki!” he exclaimed desperately. “I don't think we should do this! I've never… been with anyone. I don't know how…”

Yuki crossed the room and put a finger against Shuichi's lips. “I have and I do know how.” He took off Shuichi's jacket and tossed it aside. Shuichi's breathing quickened as Yuki removed his shirt and he gasped when Yuki brushed his fingers across the bare skin of his chest. Yuki took off his own jacket and tossed it on the foot of the bed. When he took his shirt off, Shuichi abruptly sat down. Yuki sat down next to him, leaned over and licked Shuichi on the neck. Shuichi shuddered and closed his eyes. Yuki pushed him over gently and continued to lick him, his tongue teasing along Shuichi's jaw, to his chin and down into the hollow of his throat.

Shuichi moaned helplessly. “Oh, god! What am I doing?” Yuki licked his left nipple and Shuichi groaned aloud.

“You're very sensitive,” Yuki murmured. He continued to caress Shuichi's nipple with the tip of his tongue.

“Stop! Please!” Shuichi gasped. “It feels too good!”

“You think so?” Yuki slid his hand down and grasped Shuichi's erection.

“Oh!” Shuichi cried.

“I think I can make you feel a lot better.” Yuki undid Shuichi's pants and pulled them down. Then he gripped Shuichi's cock and slid his mouth over it.

Shuichi cried aloud again and his back arched up. He clutched Yuki's shoulders, his groans getting louder and louder as Yuki's mouth moved up and down on him. His pleasure peaked and orgasm flooded him. “Yuki!” Shuichi gasped.

“I knew you'd like that. But there's more.” He took Shuichi's pants off and lifted Shuichi's heels up onto his shoulders. He undid his own pants and moved close to Shuichi's bottom.

“I don't think I want to do this!” Shuichi exclaimed. “It's going to hurt!”

“I thought of that,” Yuki reassured him. He reached behind himself for his jacket and pulled a tube of lubricant out of the pocket. He squeezed the oily cream onto the fingers of his right hand and slid them down between Shuichi's buttocks. “Relax. I'll go slow.” And he slowly slipped two fingers into Shuichi's bottom.

“Oh, lord!” Shuichi gasped. He clutched Yuki's shoulders again.

“Does it hurt?”

“N… No,” Shuichi groaned. “It feels… I… I think…”

Yuki smiled. “You like it.” He pulled his fingers out. “Then it's time for something bigger.” He smeared the cream from his fingers onto his own cock, leaned forward and thrust it into Shuichi.

“AH!” Shuichi gasped. He squeezed his eyes shut and pushed his hips up. “It feels so good! Don't stop!” Yuki's hips ground against him as he moved rhythmically against Shuichi's bottom. Shuichi moved his hips up and down, moving against Yuki and moaning with joy. The pleasure of Yuki moving inside him drove him steadily, relentlessly into ecstasy. He arched up with a joyful cry and tears leaked from his eyes as climax sent shuddering waves of pleasure through him. Yuki groaned deeply and went still.

“That was wonderful!” Shuichi whispered when he could finally catch his breath. He opened his eyes and gazed at Yuki. “I don't understand it, but I love you, Yuki.”

“All the philosophers will tell you that love doesn't make sense,” Yuki replied with a smile. He rubbed his hands up and down Shuichi's thighs.

“We have to tell Maiko,” Shuichi said softly. “We can't… we can't just pretend there's nothing going on between us.”

“Why? She's happy being my girlfriend and as long as I'm going out with her, it gives me an excuse to keep seeing you.” He stared directly into Shuichi's eyes. “I want to keep seeing you.”

“But, Yuki…”

“She'll be happier if she doesn't know.” Yuki lifted Shuichi's legs off his shoulders and lay down between them, slipping his arms under Shuichi's shoulders. He kissed Shuichi on the lips. “Trust me. This is the only way.” He began to move inside Shuichi again and Shuichi closed his eyes with a groan.