Play List Challenge -- "Our Last Summer" (Gravitation, Yuji/Suguru & Bad Luck)
This, he knew, was summer.
He leaned back into the passenger seat, squinting slightly against the wind as it blew through his hair; Yuji liked to drive cars with their tops down. They were somewhere between Alabama and Tennessee and everything around them was green. He hadn’t been down this way in a long time, not since Bad Luck was still together. It was summer then, too-hot and green. Yeah. He remembered vividly. They’d skipped an early morning pre-show rehearsal just for the heck of it; Shuichi had been feeling frisky. They’d commandeered the tour bus and drove from the hotel out into the middle of nowhere, where there was just high grass and drooping trees and a swimming hole.
Closing his eyes, Suguru sighed quietly and a bit fondly, and remembered.
[-]
3 years ago…
“Please tell me you’re not doing what I think you’re doing.”
Shuichi, shoeless and sockless and with his shorts around his ankles, flashed Suguru a devilish grin before whipping his shirt off and tossing it in his direction and saying, “All right. We’re not.”
Suguru caught the shirt before it hit him in the face and rolled his eyes exasperatedly when he noticed Hiro was unzipping his jeans. “Not you, too!”
Hiro shrugged. “Well, you know…when in Rome, right?”
“And neither of you honestly thinks you’re too old-” He held up a hand when Shuichi started to give him a murderous look; he’d forgotten how much the singer hated that word. “Sorry, too mature-for skinny dipping?”
“And you don’t honestly think,” Shuichi retorted, clambering onto Hiro’s back while the guitarist was shoving his jeans and boxers down, “you’re too mature for your face?”
Suguru watched with a faintly annoyed expression as his two band mates fell over backwards into the water, the resulting splash almost reaching him. “How does that even make sense?”
“Don’t know, don’t care,” Shuichi laughed as Hiro grabbed him around the neck to pull him down. “Just get your clothes off!” He managed to squeal before being playfully forced back underwater.
“Please, I’ve been trying that line for years,” said a voice in Suguru’s ear, making him jump slightly; but he recovered quickly and elbowed the man behind him, hard, only vaguely surprised when he felt flesh. “Oh, god.”
“Come on, loosen up,” Yuji said, slipping an arm around Suguru’s waist and pulling him back to lean against his front.
“Forgive me,” Suguru snapped, relieved that his paramour was at least still wearing his boxers, “if I don’t feel like taking a dip in dirty pond water with my clothes off like some drunken teenager.”
Yuji was silent for a moment and then pressed a sudden kiss to Suguru’s cheek, chuckling when the keyboardist shied away from the affection. “Okay, I forgive you.”
“I wasn’t really asking for-” Suguru trailed off as he turned around and found himself staring into Yuji’s collarbone. He was unable to stop the downward trailing of his eyes; the heat of the summer morning was doing funny things to him, certainly.
“You like?” Yuji asked, wiggling his hips in a way he obviously hoped was enticing.
A red blush blossomed in Suguru’s cheeks and he pushed the other man away, turning and going to sit on the bank, opting to watch Hiro and Shuichi goof around in the water instead of looking at something that might threaten the chastity belt he’d proudly sported all his life.
“This is some kind of conspiracy,” he muttered as his racing heart calmed. But there was no way he was falling for the cliché of a summer romance. So there.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. Not exactly. He just didn’t want to take things too far just now. Not when he was thinking of leaving next year. Going abroad. Going solo. And it wasn’t just him. They hadn’t told anyone yet, but they talked about it sometimes, during breaks, during overnight flights. Hiro was missing out on his kids’ childhoods and Ayaka wanted to move back home to Japan. Shuichi was turning down fantastic offers left and right because they all wanted him and not them. And, well, they all knew they couldn’t do this forever. No matter how much they loved it. No matter how much they loved each other.
“Something on your mind?” Yuji asked, coming to sit beside him.
Suguru, somehow managing to keep his gaze above the naked shoulders, looked at the other man and considered. Yuji was so sweet. He was so much better than anything-anyone-Suguru could’ve hoped to find. He didn’t want to hurt him any more than he had to when he left. He wanted to tell him. He wanted to share all of his plans, all of his dreams, and ask if maybe-just maybe-Yuji wanted to share them all with him.
But he couldn’t. He was too proud.
So he shook his head and said, “Just you,” which wasn’t exactly a lie, and it made Yuji’s eyes light up brilliantly.
And he didn’t pull away when Yuji leaned in to kiss him, and he just raised his middle finger in response to Shuichi and Hiro’s whistles and catcalls. Until they splashed him. Then, of course, it was war.
[-]
Suguru opened his eyes slowly and was silent for a long while, watching as they drove post high grass and drooping trees. He could almost hear the way Shuichi and Hiro had laughed when he’d jumped into the water, could almost feel the way they’d tugged at his wet clothes, could almost see the way Yuji had watched them all with a lazy grin, could almost taste the pond water and the humid summer heat.
“Something on your mind?” Yuji asked after a few minutes.
“Yeah,” Suguru said, turning to look at him with a bit of smile. “Wanna go skinny dipping?”
He leaned back into the passenger seat, squinting slightly against the wind as it blew through his hair; Yuji liked to drive cars with their tops down. They were somewhere between Alabama and Tennessee and everything around them was green. He hadn’t been down this way in a long time, not since Bad Luck was still together. It was summer then, too-hot and green. Yeah. He remembered vividly. They’d skipped an early morning pre-show rehearsal just for the heck of it; Shuichi had been feeling frisky. They’d commandeered the tour bus and drove from the hotel out into the middle of nowhere, where there was just high grass and drooping trees and a swimming hole.
Closing his eyes, Suguru sighed quietly and a bit fondly, and remembered.
[-]
3 years ago…
“Please tell me you’re not doing what I think you’re doing.”
Shuichi, shoeless and sockless and with his shorts around his ankles, flashed Suguru a devilish grin before whipping his shirt off and tossing it in his direction and saying, “All right. We’re not.”
Suguru caught the shirt before it hit him in the face and rolled his eyes exasperatedly when he noticed Hiro was unzipping his jeans. “Not you, too!”
Hiro shrugged. “Well, you know…when in Rome, right?”
“And neither of you honestly thinks you’re too old-” He held up a hand when Shuichi started to give him a murderous look; he’d forgotten how much the singer hated that word. “Sorry, too mature-for skinny dipping?”
“And you don’t honestly think,” Shuichi retorted, clambering onto Hiro’s back while the guitarist was shoving his jeans and boxers down, “you’re too mature for your face?”
Suguru watched with a faintly annoyed expression as his two band mates fell over backwards into the water, the resulting splash almost reaching him. “How does that even make sense?”
“Don’t know, don’t care,” Shuichi laughed as Hiro grabbed him around the neck to pull him down. “Just get your clothes off!” He managed to squeal before being playfully forced back underwater.
“Please, I’ve been trying that line for years,” said a voice in Suguru’s ear, making him jump slightly; but he recovered quickly and elbowed the man behind him, hard, only vaguely surprised when he felt flesh. “Oh, god.”
“Come on, loosen up,” Yuji said, slipping an arm around Suguru’s waist and pulling him back to lean against his front.
“Forgive me,” Suguru snapped, relieved that his paramour was at least still wearing his boxers, “if I don’t feel like taking a dip in dirty pond water with my clothes off like some drunken teenager.”
Yuji was silent for a moment and then pressed a sudden kiss to Suguru’s cheek, chuckling when the keyboardist shied away from the affection. “Okay, I forgive you.”
“I wasn’t really asking for-” Suguru trailed off as he turned around and found himself staring into Yuji’s collarbone. He was unable to stop the downward trailing of his eyes; the heat of the summer morning was doing funny things to him, certainly.
“You like?” Yuji asked, wiggling his hips in a way he obviously hoped was enticing.
A red blush blossomed in Suguru’s cheeks and he pushed the other man away, turning and going to sit on the bank, opting to watch Hiro and Shuichi goof around in the water instead of looking at something that might threaten the chastity belt he’d proudly sported all his life.
“This is some kind of conspiracy,” he muttered as his racing heart calmed. But there was no way he was falling for the cliché of a summer romance. So there.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to. Not exactly. He just didn’t want to take things too far just now. Not when he was thinking of leaving next year. Going abroad. Going solo. And it wasn’t just him. They hadn’t told anyone yet, but they talked about it sometimes, during breaks, during overnight flights. Hiro was missing out on his kids’ childhoods and Ayaka wanted to move back home to Japan. Shuichi was turning down fantastic offers left and right because they all wanted him and not them. And, well, they all knew they couldn’t do this forever. No matter how much they loved it. No matter how much they loved each other.
“Something on your mind?” Yuji asked, coming to sit beside him.
Suguru, somehow managing to keep his gaze above the naked shoulders, looked at the other man and considered. Yuji was so sweet. He was so much better than anything-anyone-Suguru could’ve hoped to find. He didn’t want to hurt him any more than he had to when he left. He wanted to tell him. He wanted to share all of his plans, all of his dreams, and ask if maybe-just maybe-Yuji wanted to share them all with him.
But he couldn’t. He was too proud.
So he shook his head and said, “Just you,” which wasn’t exactly a lie, and it made Yuji’s eyes light up brilliantly.
And he didn’t pull away when Yuji leaned in to kiss him, and he just raised his middle finger in response to Shuichi and Hiro’s whistles and catcalls. Until they splashed him. Then, of course, it was war.
[-]
Suguru opened his eyes slowly and was silent for a long while, watching as they drove post high grass and drooping trees. He could almost hear the way Shuichi and Hiro had laughed when he’d jumped into the water, could almost feel the way they’d tugged at his wet clothes, could almost see the way Yuji had watched them all with a lazy grin, could almost taste the pond water and the humid summer heat.
“Something on your mind?” Yuji asked after a few minutes.
“Yeah,” Suguru said, turning to look at him with a bit of smile. “Wanna go skinny dipping?”