Fic: Pillow Talk 3 of 3 MuraYuu NC-17
...and here's the third and final chapter in the series. Kind of WAFF-y, more than I had intended, actually, but WAFF doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger. *badumching*
Title: Pillow Talk
Pairing: MuraKen/Yuuri
Rating: NC-17, but this part's more like PG-13
Chapter: Three of Three
A/N: Please read, review, and enjoy! Hope you liked it ;)
"Heika! Heika! Heiiikkkaaa!"
His bedroom door was flung open, and Yuuri rolled over, flinching at the high pitched wail and trying to hide his eyes from the sudden onslaught of light.
He was not ready to get up yet. Still tired, still sleepy and damn it, still sore. Wait a second...
Sitting up quickly (and then immediately wishing he hadn't as the soreness hit home), Yuuri reached a hand out and felt around beside him. No Murata. He looked wildly around the room. Still no MuraKen.
"Heika! Are you missing something?" Yuuri looked up into Gunter's worried face.
"Ahaha, no, I'm fine. What's going on?" He pulled the bedclothes around him, hoping Gunter wouldn't notice the stains on the sheets, and the bedspread, and, well, pretty much everywhere.
Gunter shook his head tearfully. "We were waiting for you to start breakfast, Heika, and became concerned when you didn't come down! Oh, how wonderful to know that you haven't passed out or come down with some terrible illness, or-"
"I'm fine, Gunter," Yuuri said with a laugh. "Just give me a minute to get dressed and I'll be down as soon as I can."
"We'll be waiting, Heika!" Just as Gunter reached the door, Yuuri thought of something.
"Gunter, was Murata downstairs waiting, too?"
Gunter shook his head. "We've not seen Geika this morning."
Yuuri rubbed the back of his head. "Ah, well you know how he can disappear when he feels like it," he said with a chuckle.
When Gunter had left the room, Yuuri hopped out of bed as quickly as his fatigued muscles would allow, and grabbed the cleanest article of clothing he could locate. It was, he noted with some chagrin, Murata's tunic, and even it would have to be cleaned before it could survive another wearing.
Hoping to procure some clean clothes, Yuuri took several strides toward to closet, only to be stopped, his face whitened by the pain in his backside.
Damn. Last night had been one of the best nights of his life, but how was he supposed to know that their activities would leave him so sore in the morning? If Murata had just told him, he'd have taken an aspirin or something to stave off the...
"Ohayo!" Murata raised a hand in greeting as Yuuri flung open the closet door.
Yuuri sighed. "Murata, why are you standing naked in my closet?"
"Ah, I was so close to being caught! I'm afraid I overslept as well."
"And who was the one that made us both too tired to get up at a proper time?"
"Er, I think we both had a hand in that, actually. Well, more than just hands, but you know."
"They're expecting us at the breakfast table any minute now. You're the smart one. What do you propose we do?" Yuuri really was grumpy when he didn't have enough sleep.
"Join them, of course. But first, we have to clean up. The smell would give us away."
Yuuri was quiet for a moment, his eyes hidden by his bangs.
"Shibuya?"
"Listen, Murata. I don't want to have to lie about this. I'm tired of all the secrets that are kept around here, and I..."
Murata smiled softly.
"What is it?"
"I...don't think it's normal to call someone by their last name when you've just...done what we did, so stop calling me Shibuya."
Murata stepped out of the closet and stood close to his friend.
"Well, the other only thing to do is to tell the truth, I suppose, or let them figure it out for themselves. And, well," Murata continued, "I've been trying to get you to call me Ken ever since we first met, so no problem there."
After a moment, Yuuri straightened up, seeming to have come to a decision. Smiling warmly at Murata, he punched the boy on the shoulder.
"Race you to the bath!"
"Wait, Yuuri! What are we going to do about breakfast?"
Yuuri struggled into his bathing robe. "We'll send notice that we're not coming down and get something from the kitchen later. Right now, the most important thing is a hot bath."
Murata smiled innocently. "Just a bath?" he asked as he helped Yuuri on with his robe, and then wrapped an extra around himself.
"Ah, come to think of it, a bath is never 'just a bath' for us, is it?"
"You know, the effects of gravity are greatly reduced in the water," Murata said casually, "but if you say, 'just a bath', that's what-"
Yuuri cut him off with a gentle kiss. "Let's go."
Murata stuck his hands into the pockets of the robe. "After you," he grinned and gave Yuuri a little shove forward. Throwing an infectious smile back at him, Yuuri opened the door, and there was no looking back.
*****
"Hey, what does a chartreuse pillow mean, anyway?"
"A chartreuse pillow means that the thrower is affirming his feelings of deep devotion, comaraderie, and love for the person he threw it at."
"I don't have a chartreuse pillow. I don't even really know what the colour looks like. But if I did, I'd definitely hit you with it."
A laugh. "Thanks. It'd be a home run hit, right?"
A kiss. "Absolutely."
~end~
Thanks for reading!
Title: Pillow Talk
Pairing: MuraKen/Yuuri
Rating: NC-17, but this part's more like PG-13
Chapter: Three of Three
A/N: Please read, review, and enjoy! Hope you liked it ;)
"Heika! Heika! Heiiikkkaaa!"
His bedroom door was flung open, and Yuuri rolled over, flinching at the high pitched wail and trying to hide his eyes from the sudden onslaught of light.
He was not ready to get up yet. Still tired, still sleepy and damn it, still sore. Wait a second...
Sitting up quickly (and then immediately wishing he hadn't as the soreness hit home), Yuuri reached a hand out and felt around beside him. No Murata. He looked wildly around the room. Still no MuraKen.
"Heika! Are you missing something?" Yuuri looked up into Gunter's worried face.
"Ahaha, no, I'm fine. What's going on?" He pulled the bedclothes around him, hoping Gunter wouldn't notice the stains on the sheets, and the bedspread, and, well, pretty much everywhere.
Gunter shook his head tearfully. "We were waiting for you to start breakfast, Heika, and became concerned when you didn't come down! Oh, how wonderful to know that you haven't passed out or come down with some terrible illness, or-"
"I'm fine, Gunter," Yuuri said with a laugh. "Just give me a minute to get dressed and I'll be down as soon as I can."
"We'll be waiting, Heika!" Just as Gunter reached the door, Yuuri thought of something.
"Gunter, was Murata downstairs waiting, too?"
Gunter shook his head. "We've not seen Geika this morning."
Yuuri rubbed the back of his head. "Ah, well you know how he can disappear when he feels like it," he said with a chuckle.
When Gunter had left the room, Yuuri hopped out of bed as quickly as his fatigued muscles would allow, and grabbed the cleanest article of clothing he could locate. It was, he noted with some chagrin, Murata's tunic, and even it would have to be cleaned before it could survive another wearing.
Hoping to procure some clean clothes, Yuuri took several strides toward to closet, only to be stopped, his face whitened by the pain in his backside.
Damn. Last night had been one of the best nights of his life, but how was he supposed to know that their activities would leave him so sore in the morning? If Murata had just told him, he'd have taken an aspirin or something to stave off the...
"Ohayo!" Murata raised a hand in greeting as Yuuri flung open the closet door.
Yuuri sighed. "Murata, why are you standing naked in my closet?"
"Ah, I was so close to being caught! I'm afraid I overslept as well."
"And who was the one that made us both too tired to get up at a proper time?"
"Er, I think we both had a hand in that, actually. Well, more than just hands, but you know."
"They're expecting us at the breakfast table any minute now. You're the smart one. What do you propose we do?" Yuuri really was grumpy when he didn't have enough sleep.
"Join them, of course. But first, we have to clean up. The smell would give us away."
Yuuri was quiet for a moment, his eyes hidden by his bangs.
"Shibuya?"
"Listen, Murata. I don't want to have to lie about this. I'm tired of all the secrets that are kept around here, and I..."
Murata smiled softly.
"What is it?"
"I...don't think it's normal to call someone by their last name when you've just...done what we did, so stop calling me Shibuya."
Murata stepped out of the closet and stood close to his friend.
"Well, the other only thing to do is to tell the truth, I suppose, or let them figure it out for themselves. And, well," Murata continued, "I've been trying to get you to call me Ken ever since we first met, so no problem there."
After a moment, Yuuri straightened up, seeming to have come to a decision. Smiling warmly at Murata, he punched the boy on the shoulder.
"Race you to the bath!"
"Wait, Yuuri! What are we going to do about breakfast?"
Yuuri struggled into his bathing robe. "We'll send notice that we're not coming down and get something from the kitchen later. Right now, the most important thing is a hot bath."
Murata smiled innocently. "Just a bath?" he asked as he helped Yuuri on with his robe, and then wrapped an extra around himself.
"Ah, come to think of it, a bath is never 'just a bath' for us, is it?"
"You know, the effects of gravity are greatly reduced in the water," Murata said casually, "but if you say, 'just a bath', that's what-"
Yuuri cut him off with a gentle kiss. "Let's go."
Murata stuck his hands into the pockets of the robe. "After you," he grinned and gave Yuuri a little shove forward. Throwing an infectious smile back at him, Yuuri opened the door, and there was no looking back.
*****
"Hey, what does a chartreuse pillow mean, anyway?"
"A chartreuse pillow means that the thrower is affirming his feelings of deep devotion, comaraderie, and love for the person he threw it at."
"I don't have a chartreuse pillow. I don't even really know what the colour looks like. But if I did, I'd definitely hit you with it."
A laugh. "Thanks. It'd be a home run hit, right?"
A kiss. "Absolutely."
~end~
Thanks for reading!