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Four Shots and A Beer	By : loche606 Category: Gravitation > General Views: 1289 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Four Shots and A Beer
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Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, Murakami Maki does. I just own the story.

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Another session over. Suguru Fujisaki walked down the hallway, leaving the NG Records recording studio. He glanced at his watch. It was after 8 already. It had been a little before noon that day when Shuuichi had burst into the room screaming about some inspiration he had recieved, and just had to record the vocals for now. After insisting to the pink haired idiot savant that he was already three hours late, Suguru had grabbed his music and taken his place in front of his synthesizer, ready to play. ‘It is always like this though.’ Suguru thought, irritated. ‘I don’t know why I bother saying anything anymore, I should be used to this.’ After that thought, all other thoughts had been dragged out of his head by the sounds of his synth, Hiro’s guitar and Shuuichi’s vocals.

Shuuichi had skipped out of the booth at five, stating yet again his need to get home to make dinner for Yuki.. K-san had left shortly there after, using target practice as his excuse. When he was gone, Suguru had looked at the red haired guitarist.

“I guess it is just us. Again. As usual.” He said, rolling his eyes. He wished that Shuuichi could be as consistently hard working as Hiro. Hiro always seemed to be here when he was supposed to be. If only his punctuality could have worn off on his best friend.

“Yeah, I suppose so.” Hiro had said, going back to his sheet music, and picking the strings of his guitar. Suguru watched him for a second. Hiro was quiet when Shuuichi wasn’t around. He was a good guy really. He seemed to constantly be giving his best friend advice and boosts of confidence. Suguru wondered if anyone had ever done the same to for Hiro.

After that, for the next few hours, all thoughts of Hiro’s confidence, or Shuuichi’s ineptitude were put on hold, making way for arranging the new song Shuuichi had brought in with him today. When Suguru was arranging music, there was nothing he could do wrong. Even he knew that. He may be Seguchi Touma’s cousin, but he was so much better than his older counterpart. He liked the way his synth sounded with Hiro’s screaming guitar. It was a unique sound. Yes he could have gotten the same sound from his synthesizer, but having a guitar player in a genre of just synthesizers was a rare and profitable thing. Even NG Records’ signature bad Nittle Grasper didn’t have one of those.
Both he and Hiro had played until Suguru could see beads of sweat on Hiro’s brow. He touched his own quickly. Just as he thought, dry. Suguru Fujisaki didn’t sweat. At a break in the song, Hiro had said it was time for him to call it a night. Suguru had agreed. There was no use doing anymore without either one of his band mates there. Hiro had lovingly put his guitar away, and Suguru observed the way he tenderly wrapped the neck, and lay it gently in the bag. Something in the way Hiro’s hands had moved stirred something inside him. He quickly cleared that thought out of his mind. He didn’t have time for thoughts like that. Touma may have time for thoughts of Yuki Eiri.
Suguru Fujisaki was not that weak.

As he walked down the hallway, Suguru noted the length of Hiro’s hair, and the way it hit the back of his shirt as he walked. He was so busy in his thoughts, that he didn’t realize that the one that owned said hair and back had stopped moving. Suguru stopped mere inches away from hitting him, and looking like a total fool. Hiro turned around, feeling the wind from Suguru’s sudden stop.

“Wanna get a drink Suguru?”

“I can’t get into a bar Hiro” Suguru said incredulously. “And besides, I don’t drink.”

“You do tonight my good man.” Hiro said with a smile “Cause we are goin to my place!”

“Oh Gods, save me now.” Suguru said, although he was kinda happy to be invited. Although if asked, he would have said that he agreed because he was bored. They stepped into the waiting elevator and went down to the ground level. Hiro found his bike and motioned for Suguru to climb on.

“Are you kidding?” Suguru asked, cocking an eyebrow

“What, are you a girl?” Hiro asked, with a chuckle. “Afraid to get your hair messy?”

“I’m not worried about my hair, I am worried about my life.”

“All ya gotta do is hold onto me, and I will make sure you stay safe.” Hiro said, sticking his bottom lip out a little. “Even Shuuichi rides with me without holding on.”

“Yes, and we all know how many problems that guy has don’t we.” Suguru said back but walked to the bike, stored his bag and climbed on behind Hiro. As the bike began to move, Suguru wrapped his arms around Hiro’s waist, trying to keep from flying off the back.

“Just how far away do you live Hiro?” He screamed through the howling wind.

“Only about three miles, it won’t take us long.” He heard back.

Suguru resisted the urge to lay his head against Hiro’s back. It was cold on the back of this bike, and Hiro’s back looked so warm and inviting. After about a mile or so, the initial shock of the ride being gone, Suguru loosened his grip on Hiro and began to enjoy himself a little. The breeze cutting through his hair was cold, but invigorating and he found that he liked being on the back of the bike, Hiro in the front.

When they got to the apartment, Hiro parked his bike and they got off. They walked up the flight of stairs and Suguru looked around while Hiro unlocked the door. ‘He is living below his means’ Suguru thought as they walked into the small apartment. It wasn’t shabby by any account, but with Bad Luck’s success, he could have afforded much better.

“I know what you are thinking.” Hiro said, looking at him.

“And that would be?” Suguru said.

“Well, judging by the look on your face, the way you’re eyebrow is cocked that way, you are thinking that I am living below my means right?”

Suguru felt his jaw drop, but he quickly collected himself.
Suguru Fujisaki did not get caught off guard.

“Well, why are you?” He said, acting like his normal, unfazed self.

“I had this place before Bad Luck blew up, and I will have it until I want to leave.” Hiro said simply, with a shrug. “Okay, I’ve got beer and whiskey, what will it be?”

“I told you, I don’t drink.”

“Beer it is then.” Hiro said, grabbing two bottles from the fridge.

He handed one to Suguru, and kept one himself. He opened it and took a few drinks.

“Have a seat anywhere.” Hiro said motioning to the furniture.

Suguru sat on the floor in front of the couch, and Hiro sat down beside him.

“You don’t have to sit on the floor.” Suguru said.

“Well, the way I was taught, if your guest sits on the floor, you sit on the floor.” Hiro said.

“I see.” Suguru said, wondering how a guy like this ended up with Shindou Shuuichi for a best friend.

“Hey, you ever play quarters?” Hiro asked, his eyes shining, a smile on his face.

“I. Don’t. Drink.” Suguru said impatiently. Did he have to keep repeating himself? “Besides, I don’t have any quarters, isn’t that American currency?”

“Yes, but K-san taught me how to play, and he gave me a quarter to play it with.” Hiro said. He got up and went into the kitchen.

Suguru looked down at the brown bottle in his hand. It remained unopened. He looked at Hiro’s back as the guitar player looked in his cupboards for something. He looked back at the beer, the condensation running onto his hand. He twisted off the cap and took a drink. It was cold, but bitter. He held his breath, so he wouldn’t taste it, and he turned the bottle up, swallowing the bubbly liquid until there was nothing left. When he brought the bottle down, he coughed a little bit and stood up. He walked into the kitchen and handed the bottle to Hiro.

“Impressive.” Hiro said, looking at the empty bottle. “Just wait till we start this game.”

“How do you play?” Suguru asked, beginning to feel a little light headed from his first beer.

Hiro explained the rules of the game and they sat on the floor, the shot glass between them, bouncing the quarter, trying to make it into the glass. Hiro was successful after the third attempt, making Suguru take a shot of the brown liquid. He made a face as he swallowed, and Hiro laughed.

“This is horrible!” Suguru said, between coughs. “Why would anyone drink this willingly?”

“Just wait, you’ll see.” Hiro said, grinning.

Suguru bounced the quarter off the floor and it landed in the glass with a clink. Hiro took a shot. The next three shots Hiro missed, and Suguru made, giving Hiro three more shots. Hiro made the next one,and as Suguru took his shot, he was feeling really lightheaded, and looking at Hiro, could tell he was the same.

“Enough of this game.” He said, and he grabbed the quarter and threw it across the room.

“Hey! That’s mine!” Hiro said, a slur to his words.

“It’s just a stupid quitter,” Suguru said drunkenly. “Just have K-san give you another!”

“Is a quarter.” Hiro said laughing.

“I don’t care what it is. I’m not playing anymore.” Suguru said.

“Fine, but you have to take two more drinks to get out of the game.” Hiro said coyly.

“Fine.” Suguru said, feeling he could handle two more drinks easily. He grabbed the bottle from Hiro and put it to his lips. He could feel them burning as he opened his mouth and took two big swallows. He handed the bottle back to Hiro, and sat back down, his head swimming.

Suguru woke up and found himself on an unrecognizable couch. It was dark, and the memories of the night rushed into his mind, even though he was just a little bit drunk still. He stood up and stumbled through the living room. He was looking for the bathroom. He opened a door and saw that he had found Hiro’s bedroom. He was about to close the door, but another idea came into his head. He opened the door wider and walked into the dark bedroom. He walked to the edge of the bed and looked down on sleeping Hiro. He really was pretty. With his long red hair and his grey-blue eyes, he was very appealing. Suguru stood watching Hiro breathe. He could feel a slight erection starting, and he felt a little embarrassed. He was very groggy still from the alcohol, and he started to sway on the spot. He took a step sideways to steady himself, but in the process stomping the ground loudly.

“So I see you woke up, sleeping beauty.” Hiro said sleepily. “Did you come to crawl into bed with me?”

Suguru stood there stunned. He turned to walk away when from behind him he heard,

“Well, come on then, don’t be shy, it’s a big bed.”

That was true enough, it was at least a queen. Suguru walked back to the edge and climbed in beside Hiro, surprisingly enough feeling completely at ease. His erection growing even bigger as the heat from Hiro’s body radiated to him.

“See now, that isn’t so scary is it?” Hiro asked, draping an arm over Suguru’s chest.

Suguru didn’t move. He lay there, his heart beating fast, the object of his sudden lust so close to him. He felt Hiro’s hand moving down very slowly, and he started breathing heavily.

“Are you scared?” Hiro breathed into his ear.

“No, I am not scared.” Suguru said. His breathing increased, but it wasn’t due to fear, it was due to the hand that had wrapped around his now fully erect dick.

“Then you won’t mind me doing this then?” Hiro asked playfully.

Suguru moaned quietly. Hearing this sound, it took Hiro seconds to have Suguru completely naked from the waist down. His hand around Suguru’s erection, he began to stroke it slowly. He used the pre-cum to make the stroking easier, and Suguru moaned in pleasure. He stroked it faster now, and Suguru called out and arched his back against Hiro, who began kissing the younger man’s neck. Suguru bit his lip against the feeling of the kisses, until Hiro’s mouth covered his own, and sucked his lip from between his teeth. Hiro drew away from Suguru and pulled his hand up and sat up. Suguru watched him with lust in his eyes. Hiro moved down and took Suguru’s length in his hand, then brought his mouth to it. The green haired keyboardist moaned in pleasure from the warm wetness of Hiro’s mouth. His back arched slightly and his hips bucked gently against Hiro’s face. Hiro seemed to take it all in, and cupped Suguru’s balls gently. Hiro’s head bobbed as he moved his lips up and down on the shaft, his tongue teasing the head. Suguru called out Hiro’s name, asking for Hiro to make him come. Hiro moved his mouth faster, sucking harder, drawing the juices from Suguru’s dick. Suguru panted, and could feel his orgasm coming close.

“I’m coming Hiro.” He breathed, barely able to do more than gently groan the words, Hiro bobbed his head faster, making longer strokes with his lips, and Suguru moaned loudly as he came. The climax rushed through his body as his hips bucked and his back arched. Hiro took it all in his mouth and swallowed it all, using his mouth to work the orgasm through.

When Suguru lay spent, Hiro came back up and kissed his lips, giving him a taste of himself. Suguru kissed back, not minding the taste at all. His eyelids already felt heavy and he could feel himself drifting to sleep. He leaned over and lay his head on Hiro’s chest and they fell asleep that way.

The next morning, they woke up and got dressed, they were due at the studio in an hour. Hiro took Suguru home to change, and they headed to NG. Before they walked in the door, Hiro stopped and Suguru turned to him.

“I’m sorry about last night, I was really drunk, and you were bombed, so I’m sorry if it seems like you did something you didn’t want to do.” Hiro said.

“Oh!” Suguru said, “I was too drunk to really remember what was happening, I guess I shouldn’t have drank so much, I mean for someone who doesn’t drink.”

“You only took four shots, and one beer.” Hiro joked as they walked into the building.

They found themselves again waiting while Shuuichi worked out another of his life problems. Suguru sat as his synth looking at music, listening to the conversation that was going on between K-san and Hiro.

“...Yeah, he got drunk from four shots and a beer!” Hiro said chuckling.

“Suguru did?” K-san asked. “I have seen him play quarters, I taught him myself. He is a master. I played with him a few times and he beat me.”

Hiro looked over at Suguru as K continued to talk.

“That guy can down an entire bottle of whiskey, I don’t know what game he was playing, but there is no way he was drunk from four shots and a beer.”

Hiro’s jaw dropped and Suguru looked up, the trademark smirk on his face.

Suguru Fujisaki gets what he wants.

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There ya go crys, ya wanted it...you got it.
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