Fic, Fujicest, Illuminations, for 30_lemons
I LOVE Fujicest. So so much. I've never ever been so much in love with a pairing before. The possibilities are endless, absolutely endless; and because of this, all my lemons for this challenge are being set in slightly different continuities, where the dynamic of their relationship is usually similar, but formed under different histories. :)
Rated R (again), because I listen to sappy music when I write lemons, and I blush easily. ^_~ Many, many thanks go out to my wonderful pre-readers, yukipen, alsie and elyndys. You guys are the best. ♥
25. The Planetarium, or, "Sex Under the Stars"
There were stars on Yuuta's ceiling. They glowed in the dark. He always managed to forget that they were there, until he turned off the light; boarding at St Rudolph had made his bedroom that little bit less familiar to him, as he didn't return home as often as his parents would like. Or as often as his elder brother would like. They were able to manage without him, of course, but it did mean that the stars always kept him up whenever he slept in his own bed, for the negligible amount of light they gave off was just enough to make him notice them, and then start thinking about how he always managed to forget they were there, and then start thinking about how his brother would like him to come home more often. Shuusuke was able to manage without him, of course, but Yuuta couldn't help but think of him, and it always felt weird to think of him while he was in this bed, because Yuuta was all grown up now (or so he'd like to think) and his bedroom wasn't. There were still toys from his pre-teen years, piled into boxes by his mother but still very obviously there, and there were CDs of bands he'd long since stopped liking, or admitted to liking, and there were always those stars, on his ceiling, glowing at him every night he returned, reasserting the childishness of his room strongly enough that he could never fall asleep until he was too tired to do anything but. Those stars just weren't the kind of thing that he should have to be staring at now, not when he was a grown up and having grown up thoughts. He'd mentioned them to his parents - the stars, not the grown up thoughts - but it had transpired that he'd have to remove them himself if he wanted rid of them, because they were notoriously difficult to prise off; something about the glue's adhesive properties strengthening with time. Or possibly just his father's DIY inclinations weakening with time. Either way, it was irritating, and Yuuta just wanted to be able to sleep in peace, without being plagued with the slightly unsettling thoughts that always seeped into his mind like the light into his eyes. Or he'd like to just be able to think those thoughts without any unwelcome additions. He wasn't quite sure which. The thoughts, while unsettling, were... well, Yuuta wasn't going to go there, because they were unsettling.
As always, though, his brother managed to go one better. As soon as his door started to open - his father hadn't made it a priority to fix the creaky hinges, either - he knew it was Shuusuke, and while there was a chance that he wanted something normal from him in the middle of the night, Shuusuke was never one to make those sorts of chances a reality, instead preferring to transcend Yuuta's thoughts to really being unsettling. And Yuuta liked it. He would never admit it, ever, but he liked it. The day aniki stopped being weird would be the day that he was plunged into the cold air outside, and he liked it right where he was, which was, currently, now, snuggled up with Shuusuke in his bed. This never normally happened, because the natural order of things was that Yuuta would migrate to Shuusuke's room at some point during the nights he was home if he felt like cuddling and anything that happened to come after that. Shuusuke never came to his - it had become a somewhat amiable unspoken rule that if Yuuta wanted it, Yuuta would come, and Shuusuke never quibbled, because pushing Yuuta was not something he was in any hurry to do. Shuusuke was never in a hurry.
"There are stars on your ceiling," he had said as he entered, sitting on the edge of Yuuta's bed, leaning back on his arms, and gazing up at the stars as if they were real.
"Yeah," Yuuta had responded, wondering exactly why his brother had come in to his room at one in the morning to talk about glow in the dark stars. "Bring a telescope with you next time, if you want."
"We should go and watch the stars sometime." Shuusuke was looking at him now, his hair a curious shade of brown-green in the dark. He looked a little bit like an intense alien, but Yuuta didn't tell him that; if he were feeling facetious, he'd've said it was through fear of it being proven true.
"I guess we could in the spring, if you wanted to." Yuuta then had a thought. "Why are you still up? You don't have stars in your room."
"They keep you up at night?" Shrewd, Shuusuke.
They make me think about you and what I'd like to do with you.
"Not really. They're just a bit distracting."
"Mmm, they're not all that's distracting in this house..."
Shuusuke had all but pounced, after that. He wanted Yuuta to hold him, he'd said, and then, after a while of lazily enjoying the tousled warmth that was Yuuta beneath the sheets, he'd been drawn to kiss him. They were slow at first, but it was impossible to remain at that pace for long, and soon they were a tangle of limbs, Shuusuke's pyjamas cool to Yuuta's bed-caressed warmth, and Yuuta realised that he still didn't know why Shuusuke was even here, although the question had answered itself now, really, and Yuuta wasn't going to quibble, not now. Shuusuke had a way with words, and a way with Yuuta, and the combination always left him off balance in a deliciously dizzy way, at least until he gained enough of his senses back to play Shuusuke at his own game. He never expected Yuuta to be able to make a comeback, even though he did, every time. Except... oh; of course he did; of course he expected it. It was Shuusuke, after all.
Yuuta felt a little foolish at having believed that he'd one-upped his brother every time they'd been together, but it soon ceased to matter: he realised, as he pressed Shuusuke to the bed, that Shuusuke craved this from him, and engineered it this way because it was no fun if he had to ask for it. Perhaps it was time to really turn the tables...
"Aniki," Yuuta said in his huskiest voice, making sure he didn't break contact with those impossibly blue eyes that, like his hair, reflected a green-yellow sheen from the stars above, "What did you come for tonight?"
Underneath Yuuta, Shuusuke blinked - he blinked! Yuuta didn't think he could ever remember seeing his brother blink! - and then smiled. Yuuta couldn't tell what kind of smile it was, but he wanted to believe it was because he had been temporarily stalled.
Shuusuke chuckled. "I was bored of seeing my own ceiling."
Yuuta tried his hardest not to miss a beat. "Well, you're not exactly looking at it, are you? Come back later and take photos or something." Why he wouldn't just tell him why he'd come, he didn't know.
"You'll have gone back to school later."
Oh. Yuuta had heard lines far more romantic than this, usually in the films that his peers insisted on dragging him along to see, but suddenly he found his brother's round about way of phrasing things charming. And when Yuuta was charmed, and warm, and still looking into Shuusuke's eyes (although it seemed he no longer had any choice in this particular action), he could feel his stomach leap, just a little bit, and he became hyper-aware of how fast Shuusuke was breathing now. They'd used different varieties of the same fabric conditioner, too. He hadn't noticed until just now, when they were all but still; the tiniest of movements would release scents that seemed oddly apt, although Yuuta would try never to remember that he was thinking about fabric softener while he was in bed with his brother. Shuusuke's pyjamas smelt like the ocean, though, while Yuuta knew for a fact, because he did his own laundry, that he smelt like a pine forest. An alpine pine forest, to be exact. Clean but manly. When he'd left home, he'd wanted to do things his own way, but there were some family traditions from his childhood that were too good to be thrown away; smelling pine fresh was one of them.
"What are you thinking of?" For once, Shuusuke had asked a normal question.
"You smell nice," Yuuta said dozily, proving that ‘thinking' was probably too strong a word for Shuusuke to have used. Shuusuke laughed as Yuuta sat up quickly in semi-embarrassment as he realised what he'd let himself say, carefully wiping the smile from his face when Yuuta turned his grouchiest look on him.
"Mmm, I love it when you show your romantic side," Shuusuke purred, pulling Yuuta back down beside him, encircling him with his arms lazily.
"I'm always romantic," Yuuta muttered, although he stretched against Shuusuke in a way that was decidedly ungrumpy, betraying just how much he wanted contact tonight too. The silk of Shuusuke's pyjamas, however much he derided him for his choice of bed wear, felt decadently good against his arms; it took but a moment to remove his t-shirt to enjoy more of it, even if it felt as if he'd been somehow enticed into it without his realising. "You wear those on purpose, don't you?"
His brother chuckled, warm and suggestive. "To what purpose?" His finger tips were suddenly at the waist band of Yuuta's sweat pants now, teasing against his skin. "It hardly counts if you're still half-dressed..."
Yuuta could have made a smart remark back, but allowing Shuusuke to play with his remaining clothing was somehow far more pressing. Warm hands stroked his thighs, and, cocooned by Shuusuke's silk and the yielding airiness of the duvet covering them, Yuuta was starting to feel the familiar rivers of desire flow over him.
Shuusuke was still fully-clothed, but this wasn't an immediate concern when he was plying Yuuta's neck with slow, dry kisses and spreading his fingers magically everywhere at once. He rubbed a silk-clad leg against Yuuta's own, eliciting an understated but appreciative sigh and a hand that reached out to take the buttons of his shirt to task with an urgently single-minded determination.
"You're... dangerous, like that," Yuuta proclaimed, slightly out of breath as Shuusuke hadn't stopped sliding silk against his legs, even as he pulled his pyjama shirt off him and tossed it over the side of the bed. (Yuuta had never been one for aestheticism.)
This, of course, led to another Shuusuke chuckle, and more of the distracting fabric. "What do you think you're in danger of?"
"Well... you!" Yuuta said, as Shuusuke, who now couldn't possibly not, very carefully shifted his leg up. The choked gasp he received as a response amused him so much that he did it again, leaning down to kiss him as he did so. Against his lips, the appreciative murmur of "Aniki..." reverberated, shivering through him, encompassing everything. He wanted Yuuta, and Yuuta wanted him, and with this as the only thought in his mind, Shuusuke showed Yuuta with his kiss exactly how he wanted the rest of the night to go.
Love me.
There had been fleeting hints of it before, but with Shuusuke's desperate, possessive kiss, Yuuta realised that he really had come in tonight for a reason. Something had happened to him, something he obviously didn't want to talk about immediately, considering the way he'd been circumventing discussion, and he wanted Yuuta to make it better. Yuuta wanted to make it better. He hadn't seen his brother this vulnerable since the day he'd told him he was leaving home, and at that time, he hadn't had a chance - hadn't especially wanted - to soothe any of his anxiety, especially not like this, in the middle of the night, under his faintly glowing ceiling.
Yuuta still hadn't mastered the art of seductive clothing removal, but his clumsy effort to free Shuusuke from his pyjama pants went entirely past his brother, who was too busy being kissed; this, Yuuta did know how to do, and from the way he was rubbing himself back against him, Shuusuke definitely agreed.
"Aniki," Yuuta whispered next to his ear, drawing him close, his words punctuated with a gasp as skin met skin. "Is - is there anything you'd like, tonight?" He wished that he was actually always romantic, hearing himself speak. Shuusuke always seemed to know exactly what to say to fire up heat within him, and Yuuta hated falling short. Half-lidded blue eyes looking affectionately back at him said that he hadn't, though.
"I'm not feeling very energetic..." Shuusuke murmured, almost apologetically. He pressed another kiss to Yuuta's lips gently. "Can I just touch you for a while?"
"What would you do if I said no?" Yuuta laughed quietly, running a hand down his brother's chest, leaving it to rest on his stomach. "Leave it all to me." His other hand moved to Shuusuke's silky hair, stroking it slowly as he gave him a kiss that was as slow and rhythmic as his hand, becoming both hands as the kiss melted over them and Yuuta moved the hand from Shuusuke's stomach lower. His brother loved having his hair stroked; moaning against Yuuta's mouth, he slipped one of his hands down between them too, and it was Yuuta's turn now to moan, as they built up a cadence of mutual pleasure, unhurried but unstoppable.
"Yuuuuta," Shuusuke sighed lustfully, breaking off the kiss. "You're really - ahh!"
"Really what?" Yuuta smirked, as he did it again.
"Really - mmm - just really."
"Really really?"
After another gasp, Shuusuke managed to shake his head ever so slightly. "Actually, the word I was looking for was ‘cocky'."
This earned him another moan he couldn't control, and another accompanying smirk. "I have reason to be, if you're sounding like that. Is tomorrow night good for you too?"
Instead of the tart response Yuuta was expecting, Shuusuke took a tiny intake of breath and then fell quiet, warmth spreading over Yuuta's hand and their stomachs in the moment of perfect tranquillity. A few strokes of his own hand, as Shuusuke had fallen slack, and Yuuta came too, with a delicious shudder, more vocal than his brother. They lay there together, panting for a few moments, waiting for the arrival of coherent thought.
"Yes," was the first thing that Shuusuke said.
Yuuta arched a querying eyebrow, too sated to expend any more energy.
"Tomorrow night's good too," Shuusuke expanded, draping an arm over him sleepily.
"I was being... I mean... I didn't..." Yuuta hadn't planned on actually coming home the next day.
"I mean tomorrow night's good..." Shuusuke said with a hint of lazy purr.
"... Oh."
"And I won't have had a bad day tomorrow..."
Yuuta sat up a bit at that, and groped for the box of tissues on his bed stand. "So that's what this was about?" As he dragged a tissue from the box, preparing to clean them up, he coughed discreetly and added, "Ah, I mean, what happened? Is everything okay now?"
Shuusuke smiled drowsily, shifting a little to aid Yuuta in the clean up. "Aa. It's nothing you can't fix."
Nothing else seemed to be forthcoming, and on further inspection, Shuusuke had fallen asleep, leaving Yuuta with the rest of the mess, and still not much of an idea of what had happened to his brother today. The former was easily solved by throwing the balled-up tissues in the direction of the waste bin - he missed - but the latter was a question for tomorrow, although he'd probably be out-witted again.
He thought to himself as he stared up at the stars on his ceiling, for once feeling his eyelids grow heavy, that it was probably something sappy, like he'd missed him that day. It was easy to think, when he looked so peaceful lying on his pillows.
As Yuuta drifted into sleep, his last thought was that his brother always managed to eclipse even the stars. Even if they glowed in the dark.