Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Apartment Happenings ❯ A Day in the Life ( Chapter 1 )

A Day in the Life
An Arashi and Ian fic by Setsuna Jikan

He woke at once, like always. Arashi considered himself lucky that he could wake up and just go, unlike his boyfriend. Speaking of which... Arashi glanced downwards, a scowl crossing his features as he took note of the following:
One: He was naked.
Two: Ian was naked.
Three: His ass did not feel 'morning friendly'-- a term his lovely and intelligent boyfriend came up with. And finally...
Four: Said boyfriend was clinging to him like a leech. This wasn't necessarily a bad thing, per se, except he was drooling on him. Detaching himself swiftly, Arashi watched as Ian frowned, mumbling as his hands groped across the bed. Smirking, he placed his pillow into their reach and smiled when Ian grabbed it, murmuring happily while burrowing his face into it. Arashi found himself sitting on the edge of the bed, softly smiling as his stroked Ian's head, golden strands flowing through his thin fingers like water. No matter what he did, Ian's hair stayed the same; soft and messy.
Arashi shot a glare up at his own hair, knowing that it was matted and greasy and probably still coated with sweat.
Grumbling to himself, Arashi got up and went into the bathroom, turning the water on hot. He shut the door, deciding to let Ian sleep a little longer, before stepping into the warm spray. He stood there for a few moments, eyes closed, just letting the water sooth his muscles. They'd been a little rambunctious last night; damn that Brookes. Snarling, Arashi grabbed his shampoo from the edge and squeezed a fair amount of it on his hand; the smell of passion fruit instantaneously filling the small room. Scrubbing the shampoo into his black locks, he tried to remember what day it was.
'I know Saturday was the fourteenth, so since today's Wednesday the... crap... fifteenthsixteenthseventeentheighteenth...Wednesday the eighteenth... that's significant, I know it...' His eyes snapped open, wide and green, as he swore.
"Shit! I have art class today!" He quickly finished his shower, barely remembering to rinse the conditioner out of his hair after putting it in. He raced back into the bedroom, drying off quickly with a towel as he made his way through Ian's crap to his bureau, digging out a tan tee-shirt adorned with only the Chinese kanji for love (a nice present from Brookes), some tight, faded and ripped jeans, and a pair of briefs and some socks. Throwing his clothes on quickly, he made his way over to where Brookes was sleeping. Staring down at his boyfriend, his expression softened from an annoyed glare to a gentle smile. He sat down next to Ian, pulling on his mismatched socks--he didn't have enough time to find ones that matched--as he leaned over the sleeping blonde.
"Ian," he said softly, shaking a shoulder. Ian grumbled and buried his face in deeper, saying something along the lines of "no more pie Mr. monkey the tigre man would be mad at the cherries." Arashi shot his boyfriend a weird look before shaking him again. "Ian." A hazel eye blinked at him sleepily. "er'ashi? Wazzit?" He yawned, pushing himself up to drape on his boyfriend, snuggling his neck. Arashi blushed, raising a hand to rub Ian's head.
"I've gotta go to art class; I just wanted to make sure you didn't miss your job," he said softly, resting his head on Ian's. Ian chuckled and squeezed his boyfriend tightly.
"Aw, thanks Arashi! You're soooo sweet!" He kissed his boyfriend cheek, dodging the expected swing with his tongue out. "Nyah. Head out, silly, or you'll be late!" he chirped, stretching. Arashi grumbled, tying his black high tops and walking over to the door with a huff. "Oi, Arashi!" Brookes called, chucking a pair of striped arm warmers at Arashi. "You almost forgot these!" Grumbling, Arashi pulled on the warmers and a green hoodie, wrapping a striped scarf around his neck for good measure. Fall didn't always lend itself to the warmest temperatures around, and Arashi didn't want to catch a cold...again.

Ian watched his boyfriend pick up his battered painting kit and open the door, listening to the annoyed mumbling as he walked out. Stretching once more for good measure, Ian hopped out of bed, scratching his head as he stumbled into the bathroom, tossing a cd in his small travel boom box. Skipping to track two, Ian jumped in the shower, singing along to the loud music.
"I chronicled, the days you, made me want to live. Memorize the way that it felt and then I, turned into this kiss." He scrubbed soap into his hair, dancing in the shower, doot-dooing the next few lines.
"From the lack of sleep, and the bloodshot eyes. To the nervous kiss, and the butterflies. Does this--make any sense at all?" Foregoing conditioner for the day, Ian turned off the water, trying off with a towel as he danced back into the bedroom.
"If this holds, insignificance, I'll have the hearse, follow the ambulance. No medicine exists, to make my lungs work. A. Gain." He threw the towel off to the side, picking what he thought were a clean pair of boxers off the floor and throwing them on. "Let's shake and burn, like an addict. My hearing's dead, only static. If I said your smile's--all that mattered, would you save my life?" he belted out, grabbing a pair of jeans and struggling into them, still moving to the beat. He collapsed backwards on the bed, pulling up the zipper and buttoning the button, arching his back off the bed to make it a bit easier.
"We're not sleeping, and I'm not breathing! If this means, anything at all, don't let me leave you anymore. We're not sleeping, and I'm not breathing! If this means, anything at all, don't let me leave you anymore. We're not sleeping, and I'm not breathing! If this means, anything at all, don't let me leave you anymore." He lay there for a moment, singing the last line softly, "We're not sleeping... and I'm not breathing... If this means... anything at all... don't let me leave you an...y...more..." Sitting up, he grabbed a loose blue tank top off the floor as the cd spun, landed on another track, and began to play again. Humming along, Ian pulled on a pair of matching striped arm warmers, shimmying over to his sneakers and plopping down on the floor, head bopping as he pulled a pair of socks on and jammed his feet into the battered things. Vaguely, he mused that if Arashi were here he'd've probably pelted Ian in the head by now. With something heavy. Hard. Sometimes it was great to be alone!
Glancing at a clock, Ian frowned a bit and stood up, turning off the boom box and grabbing his keys. If he didn't leave now, he was going to be late, and being late means getting fired and getting fired means no money. And money was a good thing... Ian pulled his old grey hoodie over his head, making an automatic motion to smooth his hair back down while grabbing his mp3 player. Locking the apartment door, Ian started going down the stairs, whistling to whatever song was playing on his player. Ian's eyes went wide as he watched the world shift.
'Uh-oh, this is not good.'

Ian limped past the door, praying that his boss wouldn't see him. Sure, he was only a few minutes late, but his boss was craaaaazy. Cool, but crazy. He saw Yumi behind the register and trotted over to him. Well, as best as he could; falling down a flight of stairs did not usually allow for flawless, painless trotting. He grinned as he collapsed on the second stool behind the register, clocking in.
"Heya, Yumi," he greeted, waving slightly. The long haired brunet waved serenely back.
"Hello, Ian. Mrs. Kurosawa was looking for you, but I think she'll take it easy on you because you fell down the stairs again," he said softly. Ian sighed in relief and rested his head on the desk.
"Oh good," he said, then shot his head back up. "Wait, how did you know I fell down the stairs again?!" he demanded, pointing at Yumi dramatically. Yumi gestured to Ian's ratty sneakers.
"Your shoe's untied," he said simply; Ian smacked his forehead.
"Great of you to show up, Mr. Brookes," came a bland voice from behind him; Ian felt his insides freeze up. He turned around, smiling nervously.
"Eheheh, hello Ms. Kurosawa," he said, waving slightly. She smiled easily and waved a hand.
"Please, I told you to call me Helen! I see you fell down your stairs again, so I'll let you off being late this one time," she said cheerfully, wagging a finger in front of Ian's face like one would do to a small child. Ian sighed.
"Thank you Helen," he said and she grinned, clutching him to her red-sweatered breasts. Ian winced, winded.
"Aw, you're such a sweaty, Ian! I'm giving you and Yumi a raise!" she said, red curls bouncing as she jumped about. Ian got free, breathing deeply.
"Uh, thanks Helen!" he said with a smile, scratching the back of his head. She waved to him and Yumi before skipping off into the backroom. Ian sighed, sitting back down on his stool.
"That was close," he muttered. Yumi took off his glasses and cleaned them, light blue eyes squinting.
"We got a raise," he commented, holding his lenses up to the light before polishing them on his navy hoodie. "I say that makes you falling down stairs worth it. Can I push you down a flight next Friday? My roommate demands that I spend time with him or get kicked out for the sexy chick next door," he said flatly. Ian gave him a side-long glance.
"I don't like it when I don't know if you're joking or not," he complained, and Yumi nodded, sliding on the frames.
"That's what my parents say." Ian sighed and let his head fall to the desk.
"Long day. This is going to be a loooooong day. Why do I work here again?" he asked. A weird scream came from the backroom.
"Oooooo, an AbbA cd! Boys, I need you to break this into little pieces for me. If you do, I'll give you another raise! Now I need to play some Lighthouse to cleanse my soul!" Helen said cheerfully. Yumi nodded his head at the backdoor.
"Because our boss likes giving us money and playing good music?" he said calmly, and Ian nodded.
"True, true. Okay! Let us make money!" he said dramatically, pushing himself upwards and hobbling to the door. Yumi stood up and wrapped and arm around Ian's waist, helping him walk.
"You know, if I did know you I'd say you were the bottom," he commented. Ian flushed and glared.
"Please, stop talking!"

Arashi winced, shifting on his stool. Damnit, he'd forgotten to take some ibuprofen or another such pain killing device before class and he was regretting it. Immensely. 'Damn Brookes...'
"Okay, you have ten more minutes to finish your paintings and then I want you geeks to go eat; the school can't afford anymore starvation lawsuits," the teacher joked, weaving around the easels. Arashi scowled when he stopped by his easel. 'He better not comment on my picture again; I fixed the model's head already. Now it looks too small though...' he thought, moving to fix it. A voice stopped him dead.
"Gorokawa, you'd better not be trying to make that poor woman's head too big again," the teacher warned, and Arashi sighed.
"Hai, Yakamura-san," he hissed; Yakamura laughed.
"See kid? This is what looking at anime gets you; really screwed up proportions. Now, Gorokawa, there's something I've been meaning to ask you..." he dropped off, glancing at his watch. "One minute! Wrap it up! Anyway, Gorokawa, would you like to teach a class of middle-schoolers this Saturday? I'll pay you 2350 yen ( AN: roughly twenty bucks in USD, twenty-three for you Canadians out there *glomps*) an hour. What do you say?" Arashi shot Yakamura a sidelong glance, glaring.
"Why?" he bit out, adding the last few strokes to his paint-sketch. Yakamura shrugged.
"Young twenty-year-old, living on his own with only one roommate, using a very old and battered paint set..." he trailed off, quirking a smile. "I figured you could use the money. And if you don't drastically need it right now, you could one day. Besides, what could it hurt?" Arashi glared.
"I hate children." Yakamura laughed, running a hand though his short black hair, pushing the bangs out of his face.
"Yeah, but it's only for a few hours. Besides, you could always just sit at the desk and glare at them; that's what I did my first two years. Or on the days my girlfriend kicks me out because she feels 'unloved'. Okay, time's UP!! Pack it up, kids, and get your scrawny bums into the cafe; I don't want to see you for at least a half hour! In any case, what do you say Gorokawa?" he asked, looking at him expectantly. Arashi sighed.
"Fine. But if one of them ends up maimed it's on your head, Yakamura-san," he said flatly, packing his paints back into his battered case. True, Ian's mom helped them out occasionally, but they didn't have the money yet to throw away on brand new things. Besides, owning things second-hand only hurt rich kids.
He sat down at the table closest to the window, watching the wind blow the leaves around the courtyard. Only three hours left of class and then he could go home and spend the evening with Ian. Despite their... rather rambunctious love making the night before, Brookes and Arashi had barely any time together anymore. It made Arashi a little bit sad, though he'd never admit it. Suddenly, his cell-phone buzzed in his pocket. Frowning, Arashi pulled the puke-green thing out, wondering why he let Mrs. Brookes buy him the damn thing. He flipped it open, staring at the text message on the screen.
Lighthouse_griffon69: Hiya, Arashi!
Tigerdeamon435: Brookes, why are you texting me?
Lighthouse_griffon69: I just wanted to see how you were doing! ^^ I love you!
Arashi felt a faint blush cross his face; he scratched his nose before replying.
Tigerdeamon435: You too. How's work?
Lighthouse_griffon69: It's pretty good; Ms. Helen gave Yumi and me a raise for destroying a cd for her!
Tigerdeamon435: ...Your employer needs to see a psychiatrist.
Lighthouse_griffon69: Probably... Hey, I need to go. Don't go inside when you get home. Go right up stairs, k? I love you!
Lighthouse_griffon69 has signed off.
Arashi sighed, putting the phone back into his pocket. 'Three more hours...'

The elevator dinged open, and Arashi walked out onto the landing. Three mind-numbing hours of painting women later, Arashi just wanted to see whatever Brookes had stashed up his sleeve and go to bed. He opened the door, stepped out onto the roof, and looked around for Brookes.
"Arashi, over here!" Brookes called, waving enthusiastically from a corner on the roof. Arashi scowled, moving over to the small cast-iron table and chairs and collapsing in the nearest one.
"What do you want, Brookes?" he asked, glaring. Brookes smiled cheerfully, leaning over the old table to give Arashi a chaste kiss.
"My mom stopped by earlier, when I was getting out of work," Brookes said, bending over to dig in the bag at his feet. "She gave me this, and I figured we could eat it up here seeing as the remains of the toaster are on our kitchen table..." He placed a steaming Tupperware container on the table, opening it with a smile. Arashi felt his jaw drop open when he smelled the contents.
"Meatless lasagna?" he exclaimed, looking up at Brookes. Brookes grinned and handed him a paper plate and a fork.
"Sorry for the lack of proper silverware and such," he said, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. Arashi ducked his head and smiled, ignoring the blush that spread across his cheeks and nose.
"It's okay... really nice of your mom to bring us some lasagna." Brookes' eye twitched as he served a piece to Arashi. "What?"
"Mom just thought it would be funny to give me an enthusiastic greeting earlier, that's all," he said simply, flashing a grin before digging into his piece, shoving a huge chunk into his mouth. They ate mainly in silence after that, talking about what happened to them. Ian pulled out a covered bowel of pudding and Arashi near jumped him for it, but nothing really major happened. They sat, licking the last of the chocolate from their spoons as they watched the sun set.
"It's getting cold; we should probably head inside," Ian said softly, moving to get up. Arashi nodded, packing up his trash and putting it in the plastic bag the food had come in, grabbing Brookes' as well. Brookes smiled at him and stood up. Arashi arched an eyebrow.
"Are you okay? Because I know there is no way you are walking like that because we had sex last night," he said flatly, and Brookes smiled sheepishly.
"Oh, I tripped and fell down the stairs again this morning. It's not really a big deal; I just bruised my leg," he reassured, chuckling. Arashi sighed, standing up and grabbing his boyfriend around the waist.
"Idiot..." he chastised, and Brookes laughed.
"Perhaps, but I am dating you so obviously I've got something going for me!" he quipped, grinning and hugging Arashi closer. Arashi scowled.
"Watch it, Brookes, or I'll drop you on your ass," he warned, guiding them into the elevator. Brookes hit the (8) and leaned back against the wall, cuddling against Arashi, who scowled and pretended that Brookes wasn't being overtly affectionate in public (and that he wasn't enjoying it). They made their way over to their apartment, Arashi shifting Ian slightly to the side so he could unlock the door. Before he could turn on the lights, Brookes shifted to cover his eyes.
"What the hell, Brookes?!" he demanded, annoyed.
"Just hold on a second, Arashi. Just wait...wait..." he dropped off; Arashi could hear him rooting around, looking for something. Arashi felt him remove his hand. "Now..." Arashi stared in shock.
In Ian's hands was a brand new artist kit, with high-quality supplies all lined up and secured with unbroken latches. He stepped forward, fingers barely touching the kit.
"How...why..." he murmured, looking up at Ian. Ian smiled softly, bringing a hand up and away from the kit to cup Arashi's face, thumb stroking one of the black streaks.
"A customer ordered it a few weeks ago and decided he didn't want it," Ian explained, soft and lovingly. "Ms Helen gave it to me 'for my artist, to replace that old one he has'. As for why, well, I love you." He said it simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Looking into Ian's eyes, Arashi took the kit and closed it, gently setting it aside before walking into Ian's arms. He twined his hands in Ian's hair and brought his head down, kissing him slowly and deeply. Ian flushed, eyes wide open, before they slid shut, arms wrapping around Arashi. He didn't object when Arashi changed the pace of the kiss, or when he started leading him towards the bed. Arashi's knees hit the mattress and they collapsed on it, chuckling between kisses. Ian pulled back, bracing himself on his elbows while he smiled at the boy beneath him.
"You sure you want to do this again? You were walking with a slight limp when you came home," he said softly; Arashi nodded once.
"I'll be fine. C'mon, Ian," he whispered, grabbing Ian's head and pulling him down again. Lips brushing against the other's as he spoke, he said, "let's do it." (an: I interrupt this touching scene to say I AM AWKWARD. thank you and g'night)
Ian grabbed Arashi's head, plunging his tongue deep inside. Arashi moaned, sharpened nails digging into Ian's back. Ian lifted himself up, still making out with Arashi, to pull off Arashi's scarf and hoodie, moving his mouth down to suck at his pale neck and play with the button on his pants. Arashi tugged at Ian's ratty hoodie, getting Ian to stop marking his neck long enough to slip the hoodie and shirt over his head, shucking his own shirt in the process. Ian dipped his head down again, licking his way over to Arashi's nipple. He bit the nub gently; Arashi gasped and clung to Ian. Ian chuckled slightly.
"You--" another bite "--are really--" licking the nub now, apologetic "--sensitive tonight--" sucking on the nub, hard. Arashi cried out, clenching his hands and drawing blood.
"Ian... if you don't take of my pants and your pants soon, you are going to be very badly hurt," he threatened, eyes flashing. Ian let go of his nipple, chuckling.
"Sure, koi." He kissed the tip of Arashi's nose, undoing his pants and pulling them and his briefs off in one motion. Encountering Arashi's high tops, Ian blinked, confused, then laughed. "Hold on." He slid off the bed, kneeling at Arashi's feet so he could untie the shoes easier. He slid them off slowly, putting them side by side on the floor, stuffing Arashi's miss-matched socks inside them. He leaned upwards as he slid the tight material off of Arashi's legs, tossing them off to the side. He made his way upwards from his knees, kissing every spot. He nuzzled the base of Arashi's erection, causing him to stop breathing. Slowly, he ran his tongue up the length, listening to the choked noises Arashi made. Arashi wrapped his legs around Ian's shoulders, pinning the taller boy there. He heard a brief chuckle before his erection was swallowed by something warm and wet.
"Ian!" he cried, head slamming back onto the mattress as Ian's mouth took more and more of him in. Ian stopped at the base, swirling his tongue around once as he pulled back up. He let go of Arashi and moved up to his mouth, kissing him deeply, tongues warring briefly for dominance. Sitting up, Ian undid his jeans, kicking off his sneakers and socks as he pulled them off. Before chucking them, he pulled the small tube of lube from the pocket, uncapping it as he moved over Arashi again. Slicking up three of his fingers, Ian kissed Arashi hard as he slid one of them in, moving it around slightly. It didn't hurt that bad; Arashi was still pretty stretched out from the night before. Arashi tensed slightly as Ian slid another finger in, relaxing as Ian stroked his head and face. He nodded once and the fingers started scissoring, stretching him further. Just to make sure he was ready, Ian slid a third finger inside, hitting his prostate instantly. Arashi broke the kiss with a cry, thrusting down on those fingers hard. He was flushed, needy, ready... Ian moaned slightly, slicking himself up with more lube before tossing that, too. Removing his fingers, Ian positioned himself and thrust in; both froze momentarily, adjusting to the feeling of Ian being inside Arashi. Arashi brought his hips down and Ian pulled out slightly, thrusting back in. Arashi cried out, clinging to Ian's shoulders as he brought his hips up to meet Ian's. They moved quickly, one of Ian's pale, painted hands coming down to stroke Arashi in counter-time to his thrusting. Arashi came first, crying out Ian's name, muscle's tightening as his release tore through him.
"Christ, IAN!" Ian choked, feeling a velvet vice around him, and came.
"Gyah, ARASHI!" he screamed, falling to his elbows, shaking slightly as his muscles performed a little dance. After he caught his breath, he grabbed the towel they kept for such times and pulled out of Arashi, cleaning up his limp boyfriend before cleaning himself. Crawling on his knees, he grabbed the sheet and blanket and pulled it over them, pulling Arashi close. Arashi turned so he was facing Ian, kissing him chastely.
"Thank you," he whispered, eyes half-closed. Ian smiled, also hearing the calls of Morpheus as he raised a hand to brush back Arashi's hair.
"For what?" he asked.
"Everything," Arashi replied, eyes sliding shut. Ian kissed Arashi's forehead.
"No problem; whatever I have, whatever I can give, it's yours," he promised, closing his eyes as his head hit the pillow again. Arashi punched him lightly.
"Dork." Ian laughed, a breezy sound.
"Yep, but I'm your dork." Arashi snuggled closer, nuzzling Ian's neck.
"Damn straight, and you'll never be anyone else's," he said firmly before finally falling asleep. Ian brought his head downwards, resting it on Arashi's.
"Never..." he breathed before slipping away into dreams, a smile on his face.

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AN: Gyah, Hi! *waves* Hope that was good, Gris; I got really awkward around them actually-having-sex-part. I apologize for any stupid dialog during and after sex. I liked writing as Ian: he's an idiot, but he's crazy and fun and just slightly sappy (and you know Arashi loves it!). I took a few liberties with Grisom's characters, such as what they do and where they live and whatnot. I tried to keep them as close in character as I could, hence Arashi switching back and forth from calling Ian Ian and Brookes. Helen, Yumi, and Yakamura are of my own creation, as is the store Ian is working in and the class Arashi is taking. The rate Arashi is being offered is the Japanese equivalent Tev is being offered for her lil teaching job, plus five bucks. The problem Arashi has with the heads is based off the problems San had last year in her painting class. I dunno if Arashi reads/draws manga or not, but it suited my purposes.
Ian's wake-up routine is very similar to mine when it's not a school day, minus the fact I don't really dance around as much and all my clothes are now in the drawers under my bed so's my parents can't yell at me. ^^ The song he's singing is Best Mistake, the second track on the JamisonParker cd Sleepwalker. It is a very good cd and only costs ten bucks. I like it! ^^ Seeing as I’m a geek, I threw Morpheus in there. Morpheus is the Greek god of Dreams, son of Hypnos, the god of Sleep, not the character from the Matrix. That would be creepy.
...There is light coming in my window. It is about six am. I have to wake up at a reasonably early hour (read as before five in the afternoon) today so we can go see Silent Hill, so I'm gonna stop rambling.
Sets, out!
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