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Lunch Break	By : Senchan Category: Gravitation > General Views: 1144 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Lunch Break
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A/n: This fic (which is
one of my older ones—my first yaoi attempt, I think) takes place when Shuichi
is still in high school, okay? So, no
Yuki yet! Just Hiro.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Gravitation, Maki Murakami does. I am just borrowing the characters for my
pathetic fanfic. No profit is being made, sadly.

“...” Indicate words.

‘...’ Indicate
thoughts.

…

Shuichi sat idly at his desk and
stared at the window, not paying any attention to the teacher at the front of
the classroom. It was five minutes until
class was out for lunch break, yet it seemed like an eternity to the
pink-haired slacker. Shuichi hated
school, and got horrible marks in everything but P.E. and music, which was his
only forte. His best friend Hiro was
always encouraging him to study more, and his family had long ago given up any
hope that might have existed.

            The
bell finally rang and Shuichi shot out of class faster than the eye could
see. He went to the spot he and Hiro
usually met at for lunch and waited, impatiently shifting his weight every few
seconds. He glanced at his watch and saw
that only two minutes had passed and there was plenty of time left. After a few more exasperatingly long moments,
Hiro emerged from the cursed building that adults and intelligent people called
a school, carrying a bag of food in his arms.
Shuichi ran over to his companion and began to scavenge through the bag
for something to satisfy his sweet tooth.
Hiro pushed the smaller boy away and lifted the bag out of his reach.

            “Not
yet, Shuichi-kun; let’s at least get to the park first!” the brunette
exclaimed. Shuichi pouted and began to
cry, his lip quivering for effect. Hiro
laughed at his friend’s antics and handed him a box of strawberry pocky,
resisting the urge to roll his eyes as Shuichi shoved the whole thing, box and
all, into his mouth and began to choke.
“Baka...” With that, the two
friends headed over to a secluded section of the nearby park. Hiro liked it there because no one ever came
to that part of the large park, and that was the same reason Shuichi hated it
so much. Either way, Hiro enjoyed
spending an hour in the middle of each day with Shuichi; it gave him a reason
to last until lunch and after lunch, the memories kept him refreshed and going
strong until school got out for the day and he could practice with
Shuichi.

            They
ate their meals in silence. Shuichi
didn’t talk because his mouth was always too full of food to do so and Hiro
just didn’t want to end the peaceful moment between them. When Shuichi finished his food, he began to
eye his friend’s pocky hungrily. Hiro
noticed this and moved it out of the pink-haired eating machine’s reach.

            “Don’t
even think about it, Shuichi-kun.
Besides, you have already eaten enough for three people. Do you want to get fat?” he asked, smirking
when he saw Shuichi shake his head no.

            “Would
it really matter if I was fat Hiro?” Shuichi inquired softly, still eyeing the
pocky, subconsciously licking his cherry lips in the process. It did not go unnoticed by his friend, who
was barely able to bite back a moan when he realized that Shuichi had decided
to crawl into his lap to beg for a treat. He tried to nudge the other boy off,
but Shuichi wouldn’t move an inch, seemingly unaware of the affects he was
having on the older boy. Shuichi soon
grew restless and gave up on the snack.
He shifted in Hiro’s lap and sat down with his back against his chest,
all the while whining about having a heartless jerk for a best friend. This time, Hiro couldn’t contain his arousal
and gasped when Shuichi’s leg brushed against his hard erection. Shuichi turned to look at his friend in
concern, only serving to intensify the torture with his unceasing movement. “Hiro, are you alright? Is something wrong? Am I too heavy? Am I hurting you?” he asked insistently,
worry etched in his tone and his beautiful features. Hiro chuckled at his friend’s naivety;
sometimes the boy was too innocent for his own good.

            “I’m
fine, Shuichi. I just—oh gods...” he
trailed off and moaned again as Shuichi turned to face him fully, so that the
younger boy’s legs were now straddling his waist, his center rubbing against
Hiro’s throbbing arousal.

            “Hiro? Is something wrong? Tell me!” he began to show signs of worry
when his friend grew increasingly pale and his breathing began to come out in
short, quiet pants.

            ‘There
is no way that even Shuichi can be this innocent. He’s gotta be doing this on purpose! Is this revenge for something...for the
stupid pocky?’ Hiro growled in
frustration at his pink-haired companion.

            “Cut
it out, Shuichi. I’m warning you.” Hiro’s words didn’t sound as threatening as
he wanted them to, though, and Shuichi didn’t seem at all intimidate. If anything, he looked encouraged.   Shuichi moved his hips forward into Hiro’s,
earning a guttural groan from his brunette haired friend. He decided that he liked the sound and
repeated the process a few more times, each time receiving the desired effect. He giggled softly when Hiro repeated his
empty threats.

            “What
if I don’t wanna stop?” Shuichi whispered seductively into the older boy’s ear,
nibbling it for emphasis. Hiro glared at
him halfheartedly even as he encouraged his playful ministrations with
involuntary noises from his throat.
Shuichi slipped a hand between his legs and cupped his erection through
his pants. Hiro panicked and began to
think of any excuse to stop his friend from making a big mistake.

            “Shuichi,
someone will see. You don’t want to get
caught acting like a playboy, now do you?”
Hiro immediately realized how ridiculous his plea sounded, even to his
own ears. Shuichi giggled and smirked
mischievously before giving the contents in his hand a slight squeeze,
efficiently silencing all protests from Hiro, who was too caught up in the
pleasure his friend was giving him to even think straight. Shuichi took advantage of this and leaned in
to capture Hiro’s lips in a breath-taking kiss.
Hiro snapped out of his stunned state when Shuichi began to lick his
bottom lip, begging for entrance to his mouth.
He gave in and eagerly allowed Shuichi’s tongue in to battle with his
own for dominance. He had always been
dominated by others throughout his entire life; he was never the dominant type,
yet he couldn’t let Shuichi take control for reasons unknown, even to him.

            In one
swift movement, Hiro maneuvered around so that Shuichi was beneath him on the
soft grass, the younger boy’s slender legs still wrapped around his waist. He grinded his hips into Shuichi’s and moaned
in ecstasy as their hardened erections created a pleasurable friction between
them. Hiro trailed wet kisses down Shuichi’s
neck, and every so often nipped at the sensitive flesh. He found the edge of Shuichi’s school top and
began to fumble with the buttons, not taking his mouth away from Shuichi’s
feverishly hot body for even an instant.
When the shirt was unbuttoned, he peeled it off Shuichi’s slim form and
threw it carelessly to the side. Just as
his hand move to the smaller boy’s tight pants, he heard the distant chime of
the class warning bell. Both he and
Shuichi shot up and looked at each other, panicking. They couldn’t skip again because if they did,
Shuichi would be grounded for a month and Hiro wouldn’t get to see him at
all.

            “Oh
shit!” The two boys quickly redressed
and composed themselves before grabbing their bags and rushing toward the
school. They exchanged glances again and
laughed richly together, returning to their usual selves. Hiro handed Shuichi his well-earned
strawberry pocky and Shuichi accepted it gratefully with a suggestive grin and
Hiro rolled his eyes.

            When
they got to school, they were five minutes late and Shuichi had to get lectured
by the guidance counselor about the importance of being punctual while Hiro
waited in the hallway having gotten off with a simple “next time get here on
time, now take a seat” because he was the teacher’s favorite student and had
the top marks in his class. A little
later, Hiro and Shuichi were walking home from school with Shuichi’s sister,
Maiko. She was giving him a lecture of
her own about getting in trouble with authority figures. Hiro was watching from the sidelines in
amusement.

            “Why
were you late anyway?” she inquired innocently.
The two boys sent each other secretive looks and laughed. Maiko gazed at her brother and then at Hiro
in confusion. Hiro took the initiative
to answer her.

            “We
were having lunch in the park and decided to share a snack afterward,” he said
smoothly. Shuichi nodded in agreement.

            “It
was fun. We should do that again, Hiro!”
the genki, pink-haired boy exclaimed, grinning ecstatically at his friend,
whose only response was to roll his eyes at him.

            ‘Sure, Shuichi. Anytime.’
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