Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Summer Vacation ❯ Chapter 4

“Yuki you JERK! Let go of me!” Shuichi protested very loudly as he was dragged against his will out of the bathroom and towards the living room of the beach house where their host awaited them. “I told you I don't want to go out with you and your girlfriend and if this is some ploy by you to take me out and embarrass me by breaking up with me in public then I will not stand for it!”

“God! Shut up already before you make another scene!” Yuki abruptly stopped in the middle of the hallway.

“No! I won't shut up! I'm sick of being treated like a kid by you!”

“I treat you like that because you ACT like a child!”

“It never stopped you from fucking me every chance you get!”

“You keep this attitude up, and I don't think that I'll be fucking you for a long time. Brat.”

“That's right, because I'm breaking up with you first!”

“What the fuck?”

“You heard me. I'm not gonna give you the satisfaction of breaking up with me so I'm going in with a preemptive strike.”

“A preemptive strike? Well then, I suppose there's nothing to be said any further on this issue.”

“It's been a nice ride.” Shuichi pouted.

“Literally.”

“Well, I guess this is it. I'll take a taxi back to the hotel and get my stuff and…”

“Damn it!” And with a forceful shove, Yuki sent the hysterical teenager running unbalanced into the living room and into the ample bosom of one Ms. Lydia Anders.

“Oh my goodness! Is everything okay?” She asked as she grabbed onto the off-balanced boy before he had a chance to take them both down onto the hardwood floor below.

“OH YOU SHOULD KNOW!” Shuichi cried as he struggled to break free from the woman's firm grip.

“Lydia, will you please explain to him what exactly we are doing tonight?” Yuki asked, quite impatiently.

The American woman blinked, looking genuinely confused. “Well, you and Shuichi and me and Jason are going to the little bistro by the ocean for dinner and…”

“Jason?” Shuichi asked as he stopped struggling, curiously calm and composed all of a sudden.

“Yeah, Jason.” He heard another voice pipe in all of a sudden. “Her husband.” He added.

Shuichi's eyes widened, signaling his understanding. “Ohhhh…”

~

“Lydia is a really nice lady!” Shuichi commented a few hours later after they had put an end to their rather busy day and had returned to their hotel room to call it a night. He was in the bathroom, fresh out of the shower wearing nothing more than the hotel monogrammed towel around his waist and one around his shoulders to catch any errant beads of water that dripped off of his towel-dried hair.

“Oh really, like you didn't want to tear her eyeballs out just a few hours ago?” Yuki remarked. He was laying down on the bed and flipping through the channels on the television set.

Shuichi laughed. “Well yes, but that was different. That was when I was afraid that she wanted to take you from me!” Shuichi said as he walked out of the bathroom and climbed on the bed, straddling his lover's hips and placing a quick peck on the tip of his nose.

“Oh really? You're quite possessive…” Yuki said as he placed his hands on Shuichi's hips and returned the kiss by softly pecking Shuichi's lips.

“Umm, of course, I want you all to myself.” And then they kissed slow and long and sweet.

A few minutes later, Yuki broke the kiss in order to catch his breath. “It's a damn shame that you broke up with me, now I don't have any right to kiss you like this anymore....”

Shuichi pouted. “We're not broken up…”

“Or touch you like this…” Yuki ran a hand down Shuichi's towel-covered ass.

“Yuki! Stop being a jerk! We're not broken up!”

“Yes we are. You broke up with me just so you wouldn't give me the satisfaction of ever breaking up with you. Remember?”

Shuichi blinked. “I take it back! I'm unbreaking up with you!”

“You can't take it back. And `unbreaking' is not a word.”

“Well, you don't have official proof that we're broken up, so there! We're not broken up.”

“`Official proof'? You want us to get a fucking divorce?”

“Yeah! That's the only way to prove that we're not together!”

“We're not married you freak!” Yuki pinched Shuichi's ass.

Shuichi squealed. “HA! Then there's no way to prove that we're broken up!”

“Shuichi.”

“And besides, it's your entire fault for acting all cold and mean to me today! How was I not supposed to think that something was wrong?!”

“Shuichi!”

“We're in love, goddamn it! I just wish you'd show it a little more often.”

“SHUICHI!”

“What? Why are you shouting again?”

“This is getting boring, listening to you bitching in that annoying voice when we could be fucking instead.”

Shuichi's eyes brightened before he launched himself forward and kissed his lover hard. “YAY!!! Yuki's not mad at me and doesn't want to break up with me to go back with his girlfriend!” Shuichi began to babble. “Now I don't have to make a total ass out of myself by wearing that stupid little nightie I bought this afternoon!” He laughed.

Yuki raised an eyebrow. “Nightie?” So that explained the missing money! Abruptly, he flipped onto his side, and thereby throwing a stunned and wet and half-naked Shuichi off of him in order to lunge for the backpack that was propped up against the night table. Shuichi lunged for it as well, trying desperately to reach the object in question before Yuki did.

Yuki won.

~

“Yuukkiii! It's not fair! How come you always make me dress up like this just to embarrass me???” Shuichi whined as he stepped out of the bathroom after changing into the little black satin baby-doll lingerie with a fur-lined hem and neckline. Just as he stepped out of the bathroom, he was immediately blinded by a flash of white light that had originated from the camera that Yuki held in his hands. “You're such an ASS Yuki!

“How come I make you dress up like that? If I recall correctly, you were the one who bought it with my money! The least you can do is get some use out of it. Now get in here!” Yuki instructed and patted the boy's side of the bed to reinforce that command.

Shuichi blushed but did not protest. He climbed into bed, but did not bother to snuggle up close to Yuki as he usually did.

Yuki put the camera aside and began to concentrate on dealing with his mopey little lover. “Nice…” He commented as he ran his hand down Shuichi's back, enjoying the feel of the fine satiny fabric under his fingertips. “A remarkable piece of craftsmanship, I must say. Tell me, Shu-chan how does it feel?”

Shuichi blushed. “O..kay?”

Yuki moved to embrace Shuichi from behind. He wrapped his arms around the boy's small waist and breathed hotly into his ear, “Just okay? It doesn't feel any better when I do this?” Yuki raised one hand to rest on Shuichi's shoulder, playing with the thin spaghetti-strap that kept the garment on his body, threatening to snap it off, before he ran his hand down the front of the lingerie to play with one of Shuichi's nipples through the delicate fabric.

Shuichi wailed. Yuki began to kiss and nip at Shuichi's neck. The pink-haired boy responded favorable by tilting his head to the side in order to give him better access.

“Hmm…” Yuki stopped what he was doing and shifted positions so that he was seated on the bed between the boy's thin legs. He smiled wicked and maintained eye contact with his blushing lover as he began to lift up the front of the nightie in order to get a look at what was underneath: A tiny little black thong made out of the same material as the rest of the ensemble. “I don't know…” Yuki teased wickedly. “This little guy seems to think that it feels a little better than just `okay'.” He said, referring to the growing bulge contained within those tiny panties. And then he gave into the temptation to lean down and run his tongue along that satin-covered erection.

“God! Yuki!” Shuichi cried out, instinctively clutching a nearby pillow for support.

“So you like that?” Yuki asked.

Unable to speak coherently, Shuichi simply nodded.

“Good.” Yuki spent a few minutes just teasing the boy by kissing and nipping at the delicate skin of his lower abdomen before he himself became impatient and stripped off the thong and went down on his lover. He spent a few minutes just playing with Shuichi, licking and sucking and occasionally kissing his erection that seemed to be blushing just like his pretty face was. But he made sure not to spend too much time on that task. He didn't want Shuichi to climax anytime soon, so he pulled away. He wanted to take things nice and slow…

Ignoring Shuichi's protests, Yuki rose to his feet in order to strip off his own clothes. First he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the floor. And then he stripped off his pants. And finally, all he was dressed in were those Speedos that Shuichi picked out for him earlier that day in the swimsuit shop.

Yuki climbed into bed and took Shuichi into his arms. “Well, here you go.” Yuki said. “You wanted to see me in this ridiculous thing, and now you have. Satisfied?”

“Umm…” Shuichi said as he ran his hand down his lover's chest in order to cup the very prominent hardness that filled the little swimsuit. “It looks a little tight…”

Yuki snorted. And then he moaned his approval as the pink-haired singer rubbed and squeezed his package.

“You like that?”

“Yeah.”

“Good…” ; Shuichi slipped his hand under the elastic band of Yuki's swimsuit and freed his big cock from its spandex prison. “That was just what I wanted to hear…” And now it was Shuichi's turn to lower his head and go down on his lover. He followed Yuki's lead from earlier that evening, mimicking his style and technique, as well as throwing in some of his own little tricks that he knew would drive his lover who was usually so calm and stoic in bed, to scream. He nuzzled the soft sac with his nose before he began licking it softly and then moved to draw his raspy tongue along the underside of Yuki's cock. He then grabbed the shaft with one hand and took the head into his mouth and began to suck on it.

Yuki sighed loudly, and Shuichi smiled as he began to congratulate himself. Stupid Yuki… always complaining that he was awful in bed. He certainly didn't seem to dislike what he was doing to him right then!

And then a flash of light moved to quickly kill Shuichi's inner monologue. He relinquished his hold on Yuki's member and looked up to find said lover looking down on him with his camera in hand.

“YUKI! Why did you do that…” Another flash, this time since he was looking directly at the camera, it blinded him for a little bit.

“FUCK! What's your problem?!”

“You don't know how gorgeous you look when you do that. I just wanted to take a picture so I can remember that look forever.”

“Forever?” Shuichi asked, his voice cracking a bit.

Yuki sat up and stripped the rest of the little black lingerie off of Shuichi's body. Satin was nice, but it was no match for the feel of human skin. Yuki then took Shuichi's hand, interlaced their fingers and pulled the teenager up so that his lips were accessible. “Forever.” He repeated, before kissing his lover long and deep.

“I love you, Yuki.”

“I know…” Yuki pulled back and pulled out the tube of lubricating gel that he kept under his pillow for easy access. He coated his dick with it as well as Shuichi's entrance before laying the boy on his back and raising one of his pale, slender legs up onto his shoulder in order to gain access to the prize between them. He placed a kiss on his ankle. “I know…” He repeated. And with that, he slid into his lover's hot body.

Shuichi cried out and arched his back as he usually did. “Hurts…”

“Fuck! How do you manage to stay so damn tight?” Yuki asked tensely as he continued to slide in as far as Shuichi's little body could hold him.

Shuichi, still straining, cracked a smile. “You're not that big…” He teased.

“You little…” Yuki silenced Shuichi with a kiss, and for a long while, few words were spoken between them. There was no need for words, after all. Their bodies did all the communication that was necessary, taking part in the slow, erotic dance that they've managed to build on and perfect for each other's enjoyment since they found each other. Touching, caressing the soft skin of his arms and back, licking his lips, tasting the drop of sweat that trickled down his neck to pool in the hollow there. The taste of Shuichi drove him wild. Unable to restrain himself, Yuki quickened the pace and began to slam into his lover's pretty body harder and faster.

Shuichi certainly didn't complain. He just smiled in a daze, letting out an occasional soft little moan while his lover took him. He raised one hand to touch Yuki's face, and ran his thumb across his wet lips. Yuki placed a kiss on it. He didn't ever want to forget Yuki looking like that either. But somehow he just knew that he didn't need a picture to remind him.

“Yuki…” He moaned hoarsely as he tensed up and came into Yuki's hand. And Yuki soon followed, also mumbling the name on his lover as he did.

And for a few long moments, they lay there in each other's arms, languidly and lazily before Yuki moved to pull the comforter over their bodies.

“Yuki, you're not gonna take a shower?”

“Not right now. Too tired to move.” He replied.

Shuichi giggled as he pressed up against Yuki, wrapping his arms around Yuki's chest and burying his nose in the back of Yuki's neck. “Me too…” Shuichi said.

“Umm.” Yuki replied as he placed a kiss on his arm.

“Hey Yuki.”

“What?”

“I had fun today.”

“Yeah, it was okay.”

“So, what should we do tomorrow?”

“…”

“OWW! Why'd you bite me?”

“There's a strip club near the beach. We're going there tomorrow.”

“What?” Shuichi's eyes widened. He could just hear the tone of amusement in Yuki's voice.

“I'll buy you a lap dance. That should get rid of your irrational fear of women.” And worse yet, the writer sounded dead serious.

“YUKI!!!”