Five Beds That Shuichi Shindou Didn't Sleep In [Gravitation, Eiri/Shuichi]
Title: Five Beds Shuichi Shindou Didn’t Sleep In
Fandom: Gravitation
Pairing/Characters: Eiri/Shuichi, Riku, Tatsuha, mentions of Tohma, brief Hiro x Ayaka
Request: for kageotogi -Gravitation, “waterbed”
Rating: Very light R
Word Count: 2,083
Disclaimer: Gravitation and its characters do not belong to me.
[1]
“Hello?”
“Hey!” Shuichi grinned at the sound of his lover’s voice and pressed the cell phone closer to his ear as he asked in a sing-song voice, “Guess what I’m sitting on?”
“…No.”
Shuichi giggled, bounced a little. “A waterbed! It’s amazing, Yuki!”
“Worth calling home about, apparently,” the writer grumbled; Shuichi chose to ignore his grumpy tone of voice.
“Have you ever been on a waterbed?”
“No.”
“It’s like…lying on the ocean,” he said, leaning back onto the mattress. “Or maybe just a pool. I don’t know. Anyway, it’s great and you should try it. It’s warm and cozy and fun…” He closed his eyes and stretched out languidly, sighing. “It feels so good.”
“Well, I hope it bought you dinner first.”
“It did and it was delicious.” He giggled again and listened for any sound of mirth on the other side of the phone, biting his lip when he heard none. “Hey, I miss you.”
“Sure.”
Shuichi’s brow furrowed. “‘Sure’?”
He heard a faint, irritated sigh. “I know you do.”
He wasn’t particularly reassured. He shifted a bit, only slightly savoring the feel of the water shifting with him. “Are you busy?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I’ll…let you go, then.”
“All right.”
A scoff escaped Shuichi as he sat up, the beginnings of a frown forming on his face. “Yuki, do you even think of me at all while I’m gone?”
“Don’t start, Shuichi.”
He pursed his lips and considered fighting, but he said nothing, and Eiri said nothing. After a while, he wondered if the other man had hung up on him, but then he heard the familiar sound of typing. “Can I call you tomorrow?”
“Yeah. Enjoy your waterbed.”
He tried to. He rested his head on the pillows and pretended like he was being rocked by the waves of the ocean (or maybe just a pool). But he stayed awake all night, holding his cell phone to his chest, and wanting to press redial and hoping Eiri would call him back first and tell him he was thinking of him and knowing none of those were going to happen.
[2]
“This is your room?” Shuichi asked as he walked inside and looked around, eyes a-glint and a smile tugging at his lips.
Eiri followed him, arms crossed over his chest, cigarette between his lips. “Was my room.”
“It’s kinda…” Shuichi scrunched up his face as he searched for the right word. “…empty.”
“Like his soul,” Tatsuha quipped, joining them with a smirk that didn’t falter even as Eiri coolly blew smoke into his face. “Eh, it’ll make it easier to turn it into the baby’s room. Mika’s already picked out a crib. We just need to make sure we’ve got out all the dirty magazines.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Eiri faux-snapped. “I took all those with me.”
“Of course. Silly me.”
Shuichi rolled his eyes fondly and sat down on the edge of the neatly made bed. He ran his fingers along the covers and wondered what Eiri was like-younger, innocent, curled up and asleep and dreaming sweet dreams. It was an incredibly difficult thing to imagine. Whenever he tried to picture younger Eiri, he just saw a little kid’s body with his lover’s frowning, smoking head. He snickered quietly and Eiri arched an eyebrow as if asking, what ridiculous thing are you thinking of this time?
Tatsuha patted his brother on the shoulder as he headed out of the room. “Let me know if you need help taking anything out to the car.”
Shuichi waggled his fingers goodbye at Tatsuha’s back as he left before looking up at Eiri. “So. Why haven’t I been in here before?”
Eiri shrugged and uncrossed his arms, going over to the bed and kneeling down. “You never asked me to show you.”
“Well, yeah, because I thought you wouldn’t.” He pulled his legs up underneath him so Eiri could pull out the boxes from under the bed. “I thought it would be full of embarrassing kid stuff or…dark, angsty teen stuff.” He watched as Eiri started to open one of the boxes. “Please tell me there are some baby pictures in there.”
“Yeah, right.”
The box was full of books. Shuichi wondered which version of Eiri had kept those books, read them-the Eiri before New York or the Eiri after. “Yuki, what were you like? As a little boy?”
Eiri glanced up at him briefly, too quickly for the singer to tell what kind of mood he was in. “I was never a little boy. I came out just like this.”
“Yuki…” Shuichi smiled and reached down a little to touch the tempting golden tresses of his lover, only to have his hand smacked away.
“Stop it.”
Shuichi retracted his hand and laid it in his lap. He wished…he wished Eiri didn’t keep his childhood memories as books in boxes closed up and hidden under the bed. He wished he would talk to him, tell him what had been bad and what had been good, especially since they had Riku and he just wanted…he just wanted Riku to be happy with them. Happy in ways that Eiri had and hadn’t been.
“Here.” Eiri closed the first box and pulled it out further. “Take this to the car.”
Shuichi nodded and did as he was told. And he couldn’t shake the feeling that Eiri was trying to get him out of the room, so he would stop imagining, stop trying to picture his childhood, just in case his imaginations got a little too close to the real thing.
[3]
“Ready to go?”
Shuichi lifted his head from the pillow of Riku’s hospital bed, glancing at the boy lying beside him to make sure he was asleep before answering. “Actually, I was thinking of staying.”
Eiri gave him an exasperated look. “He’s getting his tonsils removed, not having a heart transplant.”
“I know, but-” His voice got a little louder when it went into defensive-mode; he glanced at Riku again and quieted down. “But it could still be scary and he might want his mama here.”
“Shuichi, you’re not his-”
“Besides,” the singer continued, ignoring him, “you’ll have a night of peace and quiet to catch up on your work. You’re behind.” Eiri opened his mouth to speak, but Shuichi knew what he was going to ask. “I know that because you’ve started making those fancy coffee drinks-trying out all the different kinds and making up combinations of your own-in the middle of the night. You always do that when you’re behind.”
The corner of Eiri’s mouth twitched a little and Shuichi thought he was starting to smile, but he quickly stopped. “Whatever. Look, maybe I don’t want a night of peace and quiet.”
Shuichi’s eyes narrowed in thought and then went wide with realization. “You-you were just looking forward to having me to yourself for a night!”
Eiri glared at him slightly before averting his eyes, picking up a little teddy bear Shuichi’s sister had brought for Riku and looking at it instead. “…The thought might’ve crossed my mind.”
“Yuki.” Shuichi smiled and batted his eyelashes at him. “That’s so sweet!”
“Trust me,” Eiri smirked, “there was nothing sweet about what I was thinking.”
Shuichi felt his face warm and a surge of arousal shot through him that was impossible to ignore. “Can we come back tomorrow? When he gets out of surgery?”
“You can.”
“If I come home with you tonight, you have to come back with me tomorrow.”
Eiri frowned faintly, setting the teddy bear down and slipping his hands into his pockets. He looked at the hospital bed, and then at the wall, and he shrugged a little. “Fine.”
Shuichi smiled and turned his head to kiss Riku goodnight, only to yelp and fall out of the bed when he saw two big eyes watching him. “How long have you been awake?!”
Riku just stared and Shuichi groaned, his face flushing bright red, and he was pretty sure that, behind him, Eiri was silently laughing.
[4]
“I’m not sure this is a good id-”
“Shut up.” Eiri pushed him into Tohma Seguchi’s bedroom and closed the door behind them, shrugging off his suit jacket.
“But-” Shuichi started to protest, but could only utter a soft squeak as Eiri hooked his fingers in the waistband of Shuichi’s pants and pulled him forward, bringing their bodies flush together.
“It’ll be fine,” Eiri assured him in a low whisper of Seduction, his free hand clamping down on the singer’s ass. “The party won’t end for hours.”
Shuichi didn’t struggle much. After all, the idea of Eiri fucking him on Seguchi’s bed was pretty appealing, in a deliciously wicked sort of way. Eyes closed, he gripped the back of Eiri’s shirt as they fell onto the bed, trying not to moan too loud as Eiri’s teeth bit into his neck, as Eiri’s hand palmed the heat between his legs. He turned his head, his heart pounding, as Eiri tongued the pulsing point in his neck, and as his eyes opened, he… He stopped.
“Yuki,” he asked, freeing a hand to point at a picture on the wall, “is that you?”
“No,” Eiri growled around his skin.
Shuichi squirmed and pushed at the writer’s chest until he could slip out from under him. He went up to the wall and looked at the picture, a wide grin spreading across his face. “You were adorable!”
Eiri sat up, scowled. “No, I wasn’t.”
Shuichi felt his heart flutter as the young, little Eiri in the picture smiled back at him. “This is what your room was missing,” he said. “The feeling I get from this picture.”
“What, nausea?” Eiri shook his head and pulled a cigarette out of the carton in his pocket. “You’re ruining the moment, kid.”
“We’ll have many other moments.”
“That’s what you think.”
Shuichi turned around, eyeing his lover curiously, a little seriously. “Are you really so afraid to open up to me?”
Eiri met his stare, eyes guarded, lighter halfway to his cigarette. Shuichi waited, although he didn’t expect much of an answer, or any answer at all. They both turned their heads when the door opened and a couple stumbled inside.
“Oops,” Ayaka giggled, leaning heavily on Hiro and looking like she might fall flat on her face if his arm wasn’t around her waist. “We’re interrupting.”
Shuichi’s eyebrows jerked up in surprise and his serious expression gave way to a smirk as he noticed the tell-tale redness of Ayaka’s cheeks and the sheepish smile Hiro was giving him. His amused look faltered only slightly when Eiri stood up from the bed, grabbed his jacket from off the floor, and left the room.
“Yuki, wait for me!” He hurried after him, slowing just enough to shake his head at his best friend as he passed him. “In Seguchi’s bedroom, Hiroshi? For shame.”
[5]
“We’re not buying a waterbed.”
“You can only say that because you’ve never been on one.” Shuichi dug his fingers into Eiri’s arm, ignoring the very faint wince that resulted. “Come on…”
Eiri glared at the bed through his sunglasses and tried to move on through the store, but Shuichi held him still. “No. You’ll never sleep. Which means I’ll never sleep.”
“You already never sleep.” Shuichi released Eiri’s arm and jumped onto the bed. “At least try it out!”
“No.”
“Yuki…” He lowered his voice and gave him a look he hoped was appealing. “Don’t you wanna do it on a waterbed?”
“I’ll just screw you in the ocean. Or maybe just a pool.”
Shuichi rolled his eyes and fell back on the bed in defeat, only to pop back up a moment later. “Wait-you remember I said that?”
“Was I not supposed to?”
“Those exact words?” He smiled. “You were really listening to me!”
Eiri raised and lowered one shoulder. “I listen to what you say. I just don’t care about it.”
“You’re so sweet, Yuki.”
“I try.” He offered his hand. “Now would you come on? You’re wasting time.”
Shuichi nodded and took Eiri’s hand. Only to promptly pull him down onto the bed beside him. Eiri scowled and glowered at the ceiling.
“I should’ve seen that coming.”
Shuichi giggled and slipped his arms around the writer, closing his eyes and deciding he didn’t need to pretend they were being rocked by the waves of the ocean or even a pool, because this was good enough.
Fandom: Gravitation
Pairing/Characters: Eiri/Shuichi, Riku, Tatsuha, mentions of Tohma, brief Hiro x Ayaka
Request: for kageotogi -Gravitation, “waterbed”
Rating: Very light R
Word Count: 2,083
Disclaimer: Gravitation and its characters do not belong to me.
[1]
“Hello?”
“Hey!” Shuichi grinned at the sound of his lover’s voice and pressed the cell phone closer to his ear as he asked in a sing-song voice, “Guess what I’m sitting on?”
“…No.”
Shuichi giggled, bounced a little. “A waterbed! It’s amazing, Yuki!”
“Worth calling home about, apparently,” the writer grumbled; Shuichi chose to ignore his grumpy tone of voice.
“Have you ever been on a waterbed?”
“No.”
“It’s like…lying on the ocean,” he said, leaning back onto the mattress. “Or maybe just a pool. I don’t know. Anyway, it’s great and you should try it. It’s warm and cozy and fun…” He closed his eyes and stretched out languidly, sighing. “It feels so good.”
“Well, I hope it bought you dinner first.”
“It did and it was delicious.” He giggled again and listened for any sound of mirth on the other side of the phone, biting his lip when he heard none. “Hey, I miss you.”
“Sure.”
Shuichi’s brow furrowed. “‘Sure’?”
He heard a faint, irritated sigh. “I know you do.”
He wasn’t particularly reassured. He shifted a bit, only slightly savoring the feel of the water shifting with him. “Are you busy?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I’ll…let you go, then.”
“All right.”
A scoff escaped Shuichi as he sat up, the beginnings of a frown forming on his face. “Yuki, do you even think of me at all while I’m gone?”
“Don’t start, Shuichi.”
He pursed his lips and considered fighting, but he said nothing, and Eiri said nothing. After a while, he wondered if the other man had hung up on him, but then he heard the familiar sound of typing. “Can I call you tomorrow?”
“Yeah. Enjoy your waterbed.”
He tried to. He rested his head on the pillows and pretended like he was being rocked by the waves of the ocean (or maybe just a pool). But he stayed awake all night, holding his cell phone to his chest, and wanting to press redial and hoping Eiri would call him back first and tell him he was thinking of him and knowing none of those were going to happen.
[2]
“This is your room?” Shuichi asked as he walked inside and looked around, eyes a-glint and a smile tugging at his lips.
Eiri followed him, arms crossed over his chest, cigarette between his lips. “Was my room.”
“It’s kinda…” Shuichi scrunched up his face as he searched for the right word. “…empty.”
“Like his soul,” Tatsuha quipped, joining them with a smirk that didn’t falter even as Eiri coolly blew smoke into his face. “Eh, it’ll make it easier to turn it into the baby’s room. Mika’s already picked out a crib. We just need to make sure we’ve got out all the dirty magazines.”
“Don’t be stupid,” Eiri faux-snapped. “I took all those with me.”
“Of course. Silly me.”
Shuichi rolled his eyes fondly and sat down on the edge of the neatly made bed. He ran his fingers along the covers and wondered what Eiri was like-younger, innocent, curled up and asleep and dreaming sweet dreams. It was an incredibly difficult thing to imagine. Whenever he tried to picture younger Eiri, he just saw a little kid’s body with his lover’s frowning, smoking head. He snickered quietly and Eiri arched an eyebrow as if asking, what ridiculous thing are you thinking of this time?
Tatsuha patted his brother on the shoulder as he headed out of the room. “Let me know if you need help taking anything out to the car.”
Shuichi waggled his fingers goodbye at Tatsuha’s back as he left before looking up at Eiri. “So. Why haven’t I been in here before?”
Eiri shrugged and uncrossed his arms, going over to the bed and kneeling down. “You never asked me to show you.”
“Well, yeah, because I thought you wouldn’t.” He pulled his legs up underneath him so Eiri could pull out the boxes from under the bed. “I thought it would be full of embarrassing kid stuff or…dark, angsty teen stuff.” He watched as Eiri started to open one of the boxes. “Please tell me there are some baby pictures in there.”
“Yeah, right.”
The box was full of books. Shuichi wondered which version of Eiri had kept those books, read them-the Eiri before New York or the Eiri after. “Yuki, what were you like? As a little boy?”
Eiri glanced up at him briefly, too quickly for the singer to tell what kind of mood he was in. “I was never a little boy. I came out just like this.”
“Yuki…” Shuichi smiled and reached down a little to touch the tempting golden tresses of his lover, only to have his hand smacked away.
“Stop it.”
Shuichi retracted his hand and laid it in his lap. He wished…he wished Eiri didn’t keep his childhood memories as books in boxes closed up and hidden under the bed. He wished he would talk to him, tell him what had been bad and what had been good, especially since they had Riku and he just wanted…he just wanted Riku to be happy with them. Happy in ways that Eiri had and hadn’t been.
“Here.” Eiri closed the first box and pulled it out further. “Take this to the car.”
Shuichi nodded and did as he was told. And he couldn’t shake the feeling that Eiri was trying to get him out of the room, so he would stop imagining, stop trying to picture his childhood, just in case his imaginations got a little too close to the real thing.
[3]
“Ready to go?”
Shuichi lifted his head from the pillow of Riku’s hospital bed, glancing at the boy lying beside him to make sure he was asleep before answering. “Actually, I was thinking of staying.”
Eiri gave him an exasperated look. “He’s getting his tonsils removed, not having a heart transplant.”
“I know, but-” His voice got a little louder when it went into defensive-mode; he glanced at Riku again and quieted down. “But it could still be scary and he might want his mama here.”
“Shuichi, you’re not his-”
“Besides,” the singer continued, ignoring him, “you’ll have a night of peace and quiet to catch up on your work. You’re behind.” Eiri opened his mouth to speak, but Shuichi knew what he was going to ask. “I know that because you’ve started making those fancy coffee drinks-trying out all the different kinds and making up combinations of your own-in the middle of the night. You always do that when you’re behind.”
The corner of Eiri’s mouth twitched a little and Shuichi thought he was starting to smile, but he quickly stopped. “Whatever. Look, maybe I don’t want a night of peace and quiet.”
Shuichi’s eyes narrowed in thought and then went wide with realization. “You-you were just looking forward to having me to yourself for a night!”
Eiri glared at him slightly before averting his eyes, picking up a little teddy bear Shuichi’s sister had brought for Riku and looking at it instead. “…The thought might’ve crossed my mind.”
“Yuki.” Shuichi smiled and batted his eyelashes at him. “That’s so sweet!”
“Trust me,” Eiri smirked, “there was nothing sweet about what I was thinking.”
Shuichi felt his face warm and a surge of arousal shot through him that was impossible to ignore. “Can we come back tomorrow? When he gets out of surgery?”
“You can.”
“If I come home with you tonight, you have to come back with me tomorrow.”
Eiri frowned faintly, setting the teddy bear down and slipping his hands into his pockets. He looked at the hospital bed, and then at the wall, and he shrugged a little. “Fine.”
Shuichi smiled and turned his head to kiss Riku goodnight, only to yelp and fall out of the bed when he saw two big eyes watching him. “How long have you been awake?!”
Riku just stared and Shuichi groaned, his face flushing bright red, and he was pretty sure that, behind him, Eiri was silently laughing.
[4]
“I’m not sure this is a good id-”
“Shut up.” Eiri pushed him into Tohma Seguchi’s bedroom and closed the door behind them, shrugging off his suit jacket.
“But-” Shuichi started to protest, but could only utter a soft squeak as Eiri hooked his fingers in the waistband of Shuichi’s pants and pulled him forward, bringing their bodies flush together.
“It’ll be fine,” Eiri assured him in a low whisper of Seduction, his free hand clamping down on the singer’s ass. “The party won’t end for hours.”
Shuichi didn’t struggle much. After all, the idea of Eiri fucking him on Seguchi’s bed was pretty appealing, in a deliciously wicked sort of way. Eyes closed, he gripped the back of Eiri’s shirt as they fell onto the bed, trying not to moan too loud as Eiri’s teeth bit into his neck, as Eiri’s hand palmed the heat between his legs. He turned his head, his heart pounding, as Eiri tongued the pulsing point in his neck, and as his eyes opened, he… He stopped.
“Yuki,” he asked, freeing a hand to point at a picture on the wall, “is that you?”
“No,” Eiri growled around his skin.
Shuichi squirmed and pushed at the writer’s chest until he could slip out from under him. He went up to the wall and looked at the picture, a wide grin spreading across his face. “You were adorable!”
Eiri sat up, scowled. “No, I wasn’t.”
Shuichi felt his heart flutter as the young, little Eiri in the picture smiled back at him. “This is what your room was missing,” he said. “The feeling I get from this picture.”
“What, nausea?” Eiri shook his head and pulled a cigarette out of the carton in his pocket. “You’re ruining the moment, kid.”
“We’ll have many other moments.”
“That’s what you think.”
Shuichi turned around, eyeing his lover curiously, a little seriously. “Are you really so afraid to open up to me?”
Eiri met his stare, eyes guarded, lighter halfway to his cigarette. Shuichi waited, although he didn’t expect much of an answer, or any answer at all. They both turned their heads when the door opened and a couple stumbled inside.
“Oops,” Ayaka giggled, leaning heavily on Hiro and looking like she might fall flat on her face if his arm wasn’t around her waist. “We’re interrupting.”
Shuichi’s eyebrows jerked up in surprise and his serious expression gave way to a smirk as he noticed the tell-tale redness of Ayaka’s cheeks and the sheepish smile Hiro was giving him. His amused look faltered only slightly when Eiri stood up from the bed, grabbed his jacket from off the floor, and left the room.
“Yuki, wait for me!” He hurried after him, slowing just enough to shake his head at his best friend as he passed him. “In Seguchi’s bedroom, Hiroshi? For shame.”
[5]
“We’re not buying a waterbed.”
“You can only say that because you’ve never been on one.” Shuichi dug his fingers into Eiri’s arm, ignoring the very faint wince that resulted. “Come on…”
Eiri glared at the bed through his sunglasses and tried to move on through the store, but Shuichi held him still. “No. You’ll never sleep. Which means I’ll never sleep.”
“You already never sleep.” Shuichi released Eiri’s arm and jumped onto the bed. “At least try it out!”
“No.”
“Yuki…” He lowered his voice and gave him a look he hoped was appealing. “Don’t you wanna do it on a waterbed?”
“I’ll just screw you in the ocean. Or maybe just a pool.”
Shuichi rolled his eyes and fell back on the bed in defeat, only to pop back up a moment later. “Wait-you remember I said that?”
“Was I not supposed to?”
“Those exact words?” He smiled. “You were really listening to me!”
Eiri raised and lowered one shoulder. “I listen to what you say. I just don’t care about it.”
“You’re so sweet, Yuki.”
“I try.” He offered his hand. “Now would you come on? You’re wasting time.”
Shuichi nodded and took Eiri’s hand. Only to promptly pull him down onto the bed beside him. Eiri scowled and glowered at the ceiling.
“I should’ve seen that coming.”
Shuichi giggled and slipped his arms around the writer, closing his eyes and deciding he didn’t need to pretend they were being rocked by the waves of the ocean or even a pool, because this was good enough.