Pairing: Yuki and Shuichi
Theme: #3, jolt!
Disclaimer: Gravitation and all charaters are owned by Maki Murakami
A/N: No matter how I try, I can’t get jolt! to mean anything other than the cola…so bear with me!
Yuki should have known something was up when Hiro wouldn’t make eye contact. It was no secret that there was no love lost between them, but usually Hiro insisted on pleasantries. Instead he merely pushed Shuichi through the door and mumbled something inaudible before leaving. Yuki watched Shuichi toss his backpack on the floor and slip his shoes off before heading towards the kitchenette.
Yuki had been up for 48 hours straight and still had a few hours of work to do before he could let himself crash. He looked away from Shuichi’s bobbing form and focused his attention on making himself some coffee, needing the caffeine boost to meet his deadline. He was watching Shuichi out of the corner of his eye, noticing him bounce in place on the balls of his bare feet. “Everything okay?”
Shuichi nodded, his eyes bright and filled with mischief. His movement became faster as he tapped on the counter top with his fingertips, creating an erratic beat with a grin spreading across his face.
“Alright, brat, just give it up – I have work to do and no time to play your stupid games.” Yuki took a sip of coffee, glowering over the rim of his mug.
Shuichi’s goofy grin grew as his bouncing became more frantic. “Yuki! I’ve just missed you!”
“Would you fucking stop it, freak? You’re making my head hurt – stop moving!” Yuki’s eyes widened in horror as the sudden realization hit him. “What did you have to drink?”
Shuichi shrugged his shoulders and looked down at his feet, his words tripping over his tongue. “I didn’t know what it was! Ithadsuchashinylabel – soshiny - sopretty – soyummy.” His bouncing had joined the rhythm of his cadence, causing Yuki to cringe.
“What did the shiny label say?” Yuki’s voice was deceptively calm, keeping his frustration carefully contained. When Shuichi was like this it was best not to act rash.
“Jolt! YukiYukiYuki, don’t be angry!!”
“Fuck!” Yuki grabbed a cigarette out of the pack on the counter, mumbling under his breath as he lit it. “Someone gave the freak caffeine and sugar and the freak’s friend knew it and dumped him off on me.” Yuki took a drag, postponing the inevitable. He either needed to kill him, or defuse him. Although the first method would be quicker, the second would prove to be moderately more pleasurable. He’d have to deal with it now, and kill Hiro later for the inconvenience.
“Idiot-” Yuki motioned for Shuichi to move towards him, bracing himself for impact. Shuichi launched himself at his lover, jumping up and wrapping his legs around Yuki’s waist, pressing their lips together. Yuki could taste the cola as he licked the sweetness off and delved deeper. He pulled away, happy that Shuichi was at least momentarily stunned.
“You’re keeping me from making my deadline, brat.”
“Yuki, I’m sorry…I didn’t-“
Yuki had absolutely no patience for apologies or excuses. He silenced Shuichi with another kiss and carried him towards the bedroom; at least if he got the brat on his back he’d stop bouncing. He cast a sideways glance at his abandoned coffee and smirked; it looked like he’d be getting his caffeine from another source.