Title: Making Up for Lost Time
Pairing: Yuki and Shuichi
Theme: #12 in a good mood
Disclaimer: Gravitation and all charaters are owned by Maki Murakami
#12 in a good mood
He woke up slightly disoriented, looking at the plain white ceiling in the dim room. He could see bright sunlight along the edges of the heavy curtains used by all hotels to create night regardless of the hour. He could be anywhere in the world right now and wouldn't be able to tell from his immediate surroundings. The rooms always looked the same in these chains. He supposed it might put frequent travelers at ease, waking up in the same room day after day - lulling them into a false sense of security. He reached out and turned the clock so he could read the time. It was already ten, but his meeting wasn't until one so he still had some time - jet lag was kicking his ass as usual. He snaked his hand out once again and snagged his smokes off the nightstand, thankful that some establishments still offered smoking rooms. The States were becoming more and more uptight about public smoking and it was driving him crazy.
They'd come to New York two days ago, although their flight didn’t arrive until almost midnight on the first. He had a series of meetings with American publishing companies looking to translate his work, and it was a good time to get away for both of them. Shuichi had just finished a tour and they'd been apart for over six months - talking only on the phone. Their phone calls usually turned ugly, Shuichi demanding words of love and adoration, and he unable to deliver. He hated talking on the phone, and he hated being pressured to perform on command. What lived in his heart would show itself in it's own way, on its own terms - ask and you will most certainly not receive. They were both inwardly hoping this trip to the States would heal the hurt feelings created during their separation.
Yuki snuffed out his cigarette and rolled to his side, content to watch his lover sleep. He would never admit it, but he found it incredibly lonely sleeping alone every night, missing Shuichi the most in the darkness. He'd missed the sex, sure, but he missed the warmth and comfort more. He could have replaced the sex, but he could never have replaced the sense of security that Shuichi brought him. He reached out and brushed the dark hair out of his lover's face with his fingertips, inwardly happy that he'd gone back to his natural color - they were stared at enough in public as it was. Shuichi opened his eyes slowly, immediately grinning at Yuki before stretching - bracing his hands against the headboard and arching his back.
"What time is it?" He pushed the sheet covering his nudity seductively low on his hips and ran a hand across his abdomen.
"Ten." Yuki traced a finger lazily down Shuichi's chest, smirking when he noticed the bulge quickly growing beneath the thin material. "We have a few hours before my first meeting."
"Hmm... then you better get to work." Shuichi teased, tugging playfully at Yuki's hair to bring him closer for a kiss. This is what Yuki missed - the playful banter and the ease of their relationship when their lives weren't careening wildly out of control. How long had it been since they'd been this relaxed? Too long... way too long.
"I think it's your turn brat. Get over here and work off some of the IOUs you promised over the phone."
"You're so mean Yuki! You know how tired I get after traveling!" Shuichi immediately started laughing, unable to really whine about sleep when he'd done almost nothing since they’d landed. Sleep, food and sex - what more could anyone possibly need? "Let's go take a shower. Come on, I'll wash your back, amongst other things."
He was bored. He didn’t understand English enough to even watch cartoons, let alone a movie. The city made him nervous and walking around alone wasn’t very appealing. Yesterday he was content to sleep, trying to cure his exhaustion from the six-month tour and then their immediate jaunt to the States. When Yuki had returned on the first day, neither of them had any desire to leave the bed, getting reacquainted and allowing their bodies to translate what was left unspoken. And now Shuichi was feeling more like himself, and could do nothing but watch the clock until Yuki returned.
He lay back in the unmade bed, making a mental note to request maid service at some point today. He hadn’t bothered to get dressed after their morning shower, and lay naked, flipping idly through the channels and trying to make sense of what he was watching. Despite the fact that he had done nothing but eat, sleep and breath Yuki since they arrived, his lover was all he could think about.
Before the tour things had been hectic. Yuki was nearing a deadline, and writing like a fiend, and Shuichi was spending huge amounts of time in the studio on some bonus tracks for a CD box set to come out after the tour ended. They barely saw each other, and spoke even less. It had been awkward when he left for the tour. They had made passionate love the night before, and Yuki had been so tender and giving – reminding Shuichi once again why he stayed with the man. That morning Yuki had been cold and distant, begging off driving him into the studio for a meeting with his publisher. Things did not improve with phone calls.
It had only been a few days since they’d been back together, but Yuki seemed strange, different somehow. Shuichi couldn’t quite put his finger on it really. Yuki had always been an amazing lover – the bedroom was always a place that they’d connected without issue – but something was off. They hadn’t spent much of their time together talking, Shuichi refrained from talking about the tour knowing that it had caused a rift between them, and Yuki wasn’t know for being a brilliant conversationalist as far as Shuichi was concerned. Maybe it was just because they’d been spending all their time in bed. He really hadn’t had the opportunity to see Yuki in public; maybe he’d be his same old cool self once they left the room. Shuichi smirked at his train of thought – he was actually nervous because Yuki was being too nice? He allowed his eyes to slip shut and drift as he listened to the background noise of the television.
He woke up when he felt something warm and wet, and opened his eyes to see the crown of Yuki’s blonde head hovering above his lower body. He reached out and buried his fingers in soft hair while arching up with a low moan. He could see the smooth curve of Yuki’s bare shoulder, and was surprised he’d been sleeping so deeply – Yuki had not only returned, but had been here long enough to undress.
“Miss me?” Shuichi managed, as his lover expertly brought him to the edge.
Yuki pulled his head up, running his tongue slowly up from root to tip, before answering. “I was wondering when you were going to wake up. I got bored waiting, so I figured I should have some fun.”
“You’re insatiable.” He teased, tugging on Yuki’s hair gently and guiding him up until they were face to face. “I missed you.”
Shuichi gasped when their bodies pressed together and he could feel how much Yuki had missed him even though he knew Yuki was loath to admit it. They made love slowly; exploring each other’s bodies with their hands and mouths like it was uncharted territory and not familiar terrain. Even though they’d done nothing but sleep and make love for two days, every time was equally intense. Shuichi pressed his face into the crook of Yuki’s neck as their bodies moved together perfectly – every nerve ending alive and filled with pleasure.
Afterwards they lay together, sweat drying on their skin, and the scent of their lovemaking lingering between them. It was at times like this that Shuichi was content to be silent. He could purr in happiness as Yuki ran his fingers through the hair at the base of his neck, while he was lying across Yuki’s smooth chest and listening to his heartbeat.
“Do you feel like going out tonight?” Yuki’s voice vibrated in his chest, making Shuichi lift his head.
“I asked you if you felt like going out tonight.” Yuki looked into Shuichi’s heavy lidded eyes. “Unless you’re too tired, although I don’t understand how you could still be tired.”
Shuichi grinned at him. “You’re the one that makes me tired. Are you feeling alright, though?”
“Yeah, why?” Yuki narrowed his eyes and regarded his lover.
“You just seem to be in a good mood, and it’s not like you.” Shuichi teased, prepared for what was to follow. As if on queue, Yuki growled and flipped Shuichi onto his back, pinning him to the bed.
“Would you rather I be angry, brat?”
Still grinning like a fool, and unable to resist, Shuichi pushed Yuki further. “Will you punish me if I make you angry?”
“You’d like that too much!” Yuki bent and kissed Shuichi roughly before pulling away. “Do you want to go or not?”
Reaching up and sliding his fingers through Yuki’s hair, Shuichi smiled gently. “I’d love to go anywhere with you. Unless of course you plan to ditch me somewhere in New York to fend for myself…”
Yuki rewarded him with a smile. “Don’t give me any ideas.”
A/N: To be continued in the next kiss. What will New York have to offer?