Gravitation (Yuuji x Hiro)
Title: Glacial Dreams
Author: koushi
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Finding each other again through alternate methods. And a realization.
Author’s Note: Nakanocest. ^_^ Not my best work by a longshot (since I did it practically at the deadline), but it's the first story into which I've plugged some lemony goodness.
Prompt: Sharing Fantasies. Character A badgers his lover into revealing his sexual fantasies, then goes about making at least one come true.
Website: My fanfiction.
The doorbell rang.
“Hiroshi~!” An excited voice called impatiently from behind the door of the apartment. “Hiroshi, open the door, please!”
Hiro groaned as he rose from the bed where he was curled up. He was decked out in his boxer shorts and a white undershirt, the first things he threw on after a quick shower the night before.
Bad Luck had finally finished their first tour, and upon returning home then, the guitarist had removed his glazed, sweat-soaked concert gear and bathed, crashing onto the soft mattress soon after. And now he felt paralyzed… but still somehow managed to sit up and walk towards the door where his older brother awaited him.
“Alright, I’m here,” he said as he unlocked the heavy door and pulled it open, only to be tackled immediately by an overexcited burst of energy. Hiro held onto the frame of the door to keep from losing his balance and falling as his brother, Yuuji, clung to his torso, arms wrapped firmly around him.
“Hiiiro! I missed you so much! Why didn’t you tell me your band was going on tour before you left?” The elder, though strangely so, sibling whined, rubbing his face into the cotton-covered chest. All Hiro could do was sigh exaggeratedly, patting Yuuji on the shoulder, and take a few steps backwards into the room so that he could close the door.
“Sorry, Bro, our manager booked us the concerts only two days before they began, so we barely even had time to practice or prepare for the actual shows.” His shuffling steps back reached the living room, where he pointed to a couch. “But first, take a seat, and I’ll go and boil some water. We can continue talking about things and, you know, catch up on recent happenings over a nice, hot cup of green tea.”
Reluctantly and excruciatingly slowly, Yuuji extracted himself from the warmth of his younger brother’s body- a teary pout scribbled all over his face- but obediently found a comfortable spot on the sofa next to a plush pillow.
Hiro smiled and strolled towards the kitchen, yawning and rubbing his eyes on the way there. He was still barely conscious and knew he probably looked extremely tired out from all the shredding and strumming he’d done during the tour, bags of fatigue sitting under his eyes resembling the tea bags he was searching for at that very moment. Sadly, he hadn’t had the time to buy any fresh tea leaves, so bags were the only option available.
Waiting for the water to bubble and steam, Hiro stood with his back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest and finally beginning to ponder over things. Yes, it had been a fulfilling string of shows that they’d performed. They’d never even started to imagine how many fans Bad Luck had collected during its reign at the top of the charts, yet it was real. As hard as he pinched himself, it was not a figment of his imagination.
On the way back to the living room, a tray of two tall glasses of burning tea and some rice crackers safely cradled in his arms, the redhead noticed that he hadn’t heard a sound from the living room at all. Not a peep from Yuuji… which was mighty unusual. When he was in view, however, a greater surprise met his eyes.
Yuuji sat, his back against the sofa, posture literally perfect and staring blankly forward into space, the most intense expression he’d ever had on his face. As Hiro entered, the seated figure removed the shades that were sitting just above his forehead, folding them, and placed the sunglasses within the breast pocket of his chestnut brown leather jacket.
He cleared his throat. “Hiroshi.”
“Yes, Brother?” Hiro felt a little nervous but continued on his path, setting the tray of refreshments on the coffee table before the sofa and deciding to park himself next to Yuuji. What was he going to say, and what could have happened to cause him to act in this way?
“Hiroshi… Have you realized your dream…? Your deepest, most profound fantasy from when you were a child? Have you…?”
As unexpected as the questions were, Hiro stole a glance at Yuuji’s face, which had not changed at all despite the words muttered, and answered readily, “Yeah… I think I have. I mean Shuichi and I had always wanted to start this band together, just for fun, but now it’s gotten so much bigger than we’d ever dared to think. It’s amazing. I’m really happy with where I am.”
“I’m happy for you too, Hiroshi, really truly.” Yuuji smiled weakly and reached over to squeeze Hiro’s hand, which lay in his lap. “At least somebody’s dreams come true.”
Hiro could just gape at him, wide-eyed with the epiphany that had just struck him at that moment. During all this time, he had been worrying about the band, publicity, concerts, fans, album sales, things that concerned only himself and his own life… while his brother, his brother who had always looked out for him and who had encouraged him to strive for this all, had been left out of his life. Why was he so selfish? How could he have forgotten Yuuji?
“Wow… I’m really sorry, Brother. I guess I really haven’t been in touch enough lately. How is the acting? Found any new parts lately?”
Yuuji shifted his eyes to the side opposite Hiro and waited in silence for a second before replying, “That’s not my dream.”
“Oh? Then what is it?” How strange. Yuuji had always been working to become an actor, and it was impossible that he could have changed so much in such a short period of time.
“Do you really want to know?” Glittering eyes that hid behind a façade of truth. Thus was Brother.
“Yeah, of course. I know I haven’t seemed very caring lately, but I’ve been busy.”
“Do you want to hear about my fantasy, Hiroshi?” Those very same eyes enlarged as Yuuji’s face loomed closer and closer until their noses almost touched.
Oh no… he could smell the bitter essence of alcohol staining his breath even though Yuuji had absolutely zero tolerance for the substance. Is this what he had been sitting here doing, poisoning himself with a small flask stuffed into his pocket? “Uh… yes.”
A whisper.
“Being with you…” Being with him…? What was he talking about? They were brothers and…
He pressed forward, and their lips met. The silencer.
All Hiro could do was stare, wide-eyed, as his brother stroked his pinkish skin with the gentlest of ridged touches, tugging coyly at the lobe of moist flesh. Despite the surprise, he felt his throat tense up into a low moan, totally vulnerable to the sensuous kiss.
As it ended after what seemed to be hours of caresses, they parted hesitantly. He felt so cold and yearning after the departure… as if he were missing something precious to him.
“I’ve always fantasized about us being together, Brother. You telling me that you want to be as close as we used to be… that you, well, that you wanted me…”
Hiro swallowed repeatedly. Short little gulps that tried to rid his mouth of the intoxicated flavor of his older brother. But to no avail. “I-I do want it… I want more…” He lifted a finger up to the corner of his reddened lips and dipped it into some of the excess saliva generated by the encounter.
Yuuji considered him seriously for a moment, somber glances strewn across his face as if the very shadows were lengthening underneath his features. But then he brightened up again and reached down to undo the button of his khaki-colored trousers. “Are you sure about this…?”
He couldn’t say no. It was unfair, unjust, that he got to have his dreams fulfilled and joy brought directly to him on a silver platter when the very person who placed him in such a position had nothing. Nothing at all. And he had the power to change this.
“H-Hiroshi…” His brother murmured as his sibling, talented not only in music, slipped off of the couch and between his opened and welcoming legs to unzip and pull down on the inflexible fabric of his pant legs. He felt he owed Yuuji this, as wrong as it may be, as dirty as he might feel about it afterwards, a sacrifice for one’s dear brother is always worth it, isn’t it?
This time it was he who did the intimate fondling, unwavering in his resolution to bring his brother pleasure. The stiff member jutted out feverishly rouge before him, and Hiro gave it several small licks along the pulsating underside to give it some lubrication, making Yuuji shudder visibly and clutch onto his shoulders amidst the sweeping auburn hair.
“Brother, I’d make all of your dreams come true if I could… but I’m afraid that this is all I can offer you,” he breathed onto the hardened rod, breaths in hot spurts of dampened air, before taking in the length and savoring the smooth tip, the sharp and unmistakable taste of pre-cum.
Yuuji’s right hand moved up to the back of Hiro’s head, stroking the silken locks with a loving hand. He throbbed. He hurt. He wanted to cry. He had never planned on reducing his brother to such a task, the brother that he revered and placed upon a pedestal. Yet it was so deliciously mind-blowing that he felt his own hips jerk up and into the younger man’s lips as he teased the cock with the softest suction. Hiroshi… You didn’t have to do this.
Brother… Hiro darted his eyes up to the brother that he’d always looked up to, this time literally. He felt his muscles become taut and rigid with each uncontrollable thrust, bumping against the back of his throat and making him tear up with the desire to gag. His brother had suffered. He could feel it… all these years of not knowing which direction to turn, without even him being there as a means of support. Suffer no more, Yuuji.
And he didn’t. Bliss showered him like moon-dust, tingling each pore as he came, hurriedly pushing against Hiro’s forehead at the last second to keep from tarnishing his tastebuds, instead leaving his brother with a visage dripping with his warm white fluids.
“Hiro…” he whimpered, recovering from the shocks of orgasm enough to sneak a peek at the his younger brother. He was cleaning himself off with his fingers and tongue, consuming every last drop of Yuuji’s essence. “Hiro…”
But Hiro just smiled and let go of the flaccid organ, standing to take a trip to the restroom to wash his face. It was incredible what he had just gone through. He stared into the mirror, seeing droplets of the slightly opaque substance running down his face like tears, and wiped it off with a nearby towel. Was what Yuuji said true? Would he feel fuller, more complete after having made a fantasy materialize into life? Could he stop feeling the guilt now… now that he had done his duty…?
But when he returned to the living room, there was no longer a trace of his older brother anywhere, save a heated spot on the couch. Hiro stood confused and dazed in the same spot for several minutes, just thinking about it. Why did he leave?
The tea had already cooled down, as did the temperature of the whole room by and by. Now that he had felt the warmth, just like that first enchanting dance of the lips, he felt frozen without it. Bad Luck, the lights, the fame, he could do with or without it, Hiro realized, because nothing mattered if his heart was encased with ice, skin bleached by winter’s silvery winds.
Rummaging through drawers. An outfit thrown on hastily. Footsteps. And the sound of a doorknob turning.
Hiro stood in the hallway, looking down and beyond. He needed to thaw out, and there was only one way, one person, that could do it for him.
The door slammed shut.
Author: koushi
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Finding each other again through alternate methods. And a realization.
Author’s Note: Nakanocest. ^_^ Not my best work by a longshot (since I did it practically at the deadline), but it's the first story into which I've plugged some lemony goodness.
Prompt: Sharing Fantasies. Character A badgers his lover into revealing his sexual fantasies, then goes about making at least one come true.
Website: My fanfiction.
The doorbell rang.
“Hiroshi~!” An excited voice called impatiently from behind the door of the apartment. “Hiroshi, open the door, please!”
Hiro groaned as he rose from the bed where he was curled up. He was decked out in his boxer shorts and a white undershirt, the first things he threw on after a quick shower the night before.
Bad Luck had finally finished their first tour, and upon returning home then, the guitarist had removed his glazed, sweat-soaked concert gear and bathed, crashing onto the soft mattress soon after. And now he felt paralyzed… but still somehow managed to sit up and walk towards the door where his older brother awaited him.
“Alright, I’m here,” he said as he unlocked the heavy door and pulled it open, only to be tackled immediately by an overexcited burst of energy. Hiro held onto the frame of the door to keep from losing his balance and falling as his brother, Yuuji, clung to his torso, arms wrapped firmly around him.
“Hiiiro! I missed you so much! Why didn’t you tell me your band was going on tour before you left?” The elder, though strangely so, sibling whined, rubbing his face into the cotton-covered chest. All Hiro could do was sigh exaggeratedly, patting Yuuji on the shoulder, and take a few steps backwards into the room so that he could close the door.
“Sorry, Bro, our manager booked us the concerts only two days before they began, so we barely even had time to practice or prepare for the actual shows.” His shuffling steps back reached the living room, where he pointed to a couch. “But first, take a seat, and I’ll go and boil some water. We can continue talking about things and, you know, catch up on recent happenings over a nice, hot cup of green tea.”
Reluctantly and excruciatingly slowly, Yuuji extracted himself from the warmth of his younger brother’s body- a teary pout scribbled all over his face- but obediently found a comfortable spot on the sofa next to a plush pillow.
Hiro smiled and strolled towards the kitchen, yawning and rubbing his eyes on the way there. He was still barely conscious and knew he probably looked extremely tired out from all the shredding and strumming he’d done during the tour, bags of fatigue sitting under his eyes resembling the tea bags he was searching for at that very moment. Sadly, he hadn’t had the time to buy any fresh tea leaves, so bags were the only option available.
Waiting for the water to bubble and steam, Hiro stood with his back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest and finally beginning to ponder over things. Yes, it had been a fulfilling string of shows that they’d performed. They’d never even started to imagine how many fans Bad Luck had collected during its reign at the top of the charts, yet it was real. As hard as he pinched himself, it was not a figment of his imagination.
On the way back to the living room, a tray of two tall glasses of burning tea and some rice crackers safely cradled in his arms, the redhead noticed that he hadn’t heard a sound from the living room at all. Not a peep from Yuuji… which was mighty unusual. When he was in view, however, a greater surprise met his eyes.
Yuuji sat, his back against the sofa, posture literally perfect and staring blankly forward into space, the most intense expression he’d ever had on his face. As Hiro entered, the seated figure removed the shades that were sitting just above his forehead, folding them, and placed the sunglasses within the breast pocket of his chestnut brown leather jacket.
He cleared his throat. “Hiroshi.”
“Yes, Brother?” Hiro felt a little nervous but continued on his path, setting the tray of refreshments on the coffee table before the sofa and deciding to park himself next to Yuuji. What was he going to say, and what could have happened to cause him to act in this way?
“Hiroshi… Have you realized your dream…? Your deepest, most profound fantasy from when you were a child? Have you…?”
As unexpected as the questions were, Hiro stole a glance at Yuuji’s face, which had not changed at all despite the words muttered, and answered readily, “Yeah… I think I have. I mean Shuichi and I had always wanted to start this band together, just for fun, but now it’s gotten so much bigger than we’d ever dared to think. It’s amazing. I’m really happy with where I am.”
“I’m happy for you too, Hiroshi, really truly.” Yuuji smiled weakly and reached over to squeeze Hiro’s hand, which lay in his lap. “At least somebody’s dreams come true.”
Hiro could just gape at him, wide-eyed with the epiphany that had just struck him at that moment. During all this time, he had been worrying about the band, publicity, concerts, fans, album sales, things that concerned only himself and his own life… while his brother, his brother who had always looked out for him and who had encouraged him to strive for this all, had been left out of his life. Why was he so selfish? How could he have forgotten Yuuji?
“Wow… I’m really sorry, Brother. I guess I really haven’t been in touch enough lately. How is the acting? Found any new parts lately?”
Yuuji shifted his eyes to the side opposite Hiro and waited in silence for a second before replying, “That’s not my dream.”
“Oh? Then what is it?” How strange. Yuuji had always been working to become an actor, and it was impossible that he could have changed so much in such a short period of time.
“Do you really want to know?” Glittering eyes that hid behind a façade of truth. Thus was Brother.
“Yeah, of course. I know I haven’t seemed very caring lately, but I’ve been busy.”
“Do you want to hear about my fantasy, Hiroshi?” Those very same eyes enlarged as Yuuji’s face loomed closer and closer until their noses almost touched.
Oh no… he could smell the bitter essence of alcohol staining his breath even though Yuuji had absolutely zero tolerance for the substance. Is this what he had been sitting here doing, poisoning himself with a small flask stuffed into his pocket? “Uh… yes.”
A whisper.
“Being with you…” Being with him…? What was he talking about? They were brothers and…
He pressed forward, and their lips met. The silencer.
All Hiro could do was stare, wide-eyed, as his brother stroked his pinkish skin with the gentlest of ridged touches, tugging coyly at the lobe of moist flesh. Despite the surprise, he felt his throat tense up into a low moan, totally vulnerable to the sensuous kiss.
As it ended after what seemed to be hours of caresses, they parted hesitantly. He felt so cold and yearning after the departure… as if he were missing something precious to him.
“I’ve always fantasized about us being together, Brother. You telling me that you want to be as close as we used to be… that you, well, that you wanted me…”
Hiro swallowed repeatedly. Short little gulps that tried to rid his mouth of the intoxicated flavor of his older brother. But to no avail. “I-I do want it… I want more…” He lifted a finger up to the corner of his reddened lips and dipped it into some of the excess saliva generated by the encounter.
Yuuji considered him seriously for a moment, somber glances strewn across his face as if the very shadows were lengthening underneath his features. But then he brightened up again and reached down to undo the button of his khaki-colored trousers. “Are you sure about this…?”
He couldn’t say no. It was unfair, unjust, that he got to have his dreams fulfilled and joy brought directly to him on a silver platter when the very person who placed him in such a position had nothing. Nothing at all. And he had the power to change this.
“H-Hiroshi…” His brother murmured as his sibling, talented not only in music, slipped off of the couch and between his opened and welcoming legs to unzip and pull down on the inflexible fabric of his pant legs. He felt he owed Yuuji this, as wrong as it may be, as dirty as he might feel about it afterwards, a sacrifice for one’s dear brother is always worth it, isn’t it?
This time it was he who did the intimate fondling, unwavering in his resolution to bring his brother pleasure. The stiff member jutted out feverishly rouge before him, and Hiro gave it several small licks along the pulsating underside to give it some lubrication, making Yuuji shudder visibly and clutch onto his shoulders amidst the sweeping auburn hair.
“Brother, I’d make all of your dreams come true if I could… but I’m afraid that this is all I can offer you,” he breathed onto the hardened rod, breaths in hot spurts of dampened air, before taking in the length and savoring the smooth tip, the sharp and unmistakable taste of pre-cum.
Yuuji’s right hand moved up to the back of Hiro’s head, stroking the silken locks with a loving hand. He throbbed. He hurt. He wanted to cry. He had never planned on reducing his brother to such a task, the brother that he revered and placed upon a pedestal. Yet it was so deliciously mind-blowing that he felt his own hips jerk up and into the younger man’s lips as he teased the cock with the softest suction. Hiroshi… You didn’t have to do this.
Brother… Hiro darted his eyes up to the brother that he’d always looked up to, this time literally. He felt his muscles become taut and rigid with each uncontrollable thrust, bumping against the back of his throat and making him tear up with the desire to gag. His brother had suffered. He could feel it… all these years of not knowing which direction to turn, without even him being there as a means of support. Suffer no more, Yuuji.
And he didn’t. Bliss showered him like moon-dust, tingling each pore as he came, hurriedly pushing against Hiro’s forehead at the last second to keep from tarnishing his tastebuds, instead leaving his brother with a visage dripping with his warm white fluids.
“Hiro…” he whimpered, recovering from the shocks of orgasm enough to sneak a peek at the his younger brother. He was cleaning himself off with his fingers and tongue, consuming every last drop of Yuuji’s essence. “Hiro…”
But Hiro just smiled and let go of the flaccid organ, standing to take a trip to the restroom to wash his face. It was incredible what he had just gone through. He stared into the mirror, seeing droplets of the slightly opaque substance running down his face like tears, and wiped it off with a nearby towel. Was what Yuuji said true? Would he feel fuller, more complete after having made a fantasy materialize into life? Could he stop feeling the guilt now… now that he had done his duty…?
But when he returned to the living room, there was no longer a trace of his older brother anywhere, save a heated spot on the couch. Hiro stood confused and dazed in the same spot for several minutes, just thinking about it. Why did he leave?
The tea had already cooled down, as did the temperature of the whole room by and by. Now that he had felt the warmth, just like that first enchanting dance of the lips, he felt frozen without it. Bad Luck, the lights, the fame, he could do with or without it, Hiro realized, because nothing mattered if his heart was encased with ice, skin bleached by winter’s silvery winds.
Rummaging through drawers. An outfit thrown on hastily. Footsteps. And the sound of a doorknob turning.
Hiro stood in the hallway, looking down and beyond. He needed to thaw out, and there was only one way, one person, that could do it for him.
The door slammed shut.