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Title: Turnabout (sequel to “Sweet Equity”)

Part: 1/? (depends on how long it takes me to get “there”… )

Author: ibshafer

Rating: R, this part, quickly amping up to a rousing NC-17 in the next; yaoi (natch)

Character/Pairing: ShuuichiXEiri

Disclaimer: I don't own these people, they own themselves and are just nice enough to let me spin them
around the page now and then, yadda, yadda, yadda…

Summary: Shuuichi’s got an idea…

Warnings: (eventually) blissfully graphic sex

Genre: Gravitation; (slightly introspective) PWP

Feedback: yes, please!

It had been days now and he couldn't get the idea out of his head.

Ever since Yuki had crossed the line of character and, in a lop-sided, unintentional way, reversed their
roles, Shuuichi had thought of little else.

He was actually becoming obsessed, but to be fair, obsession was as much a part of his day as peeing
and Pocky...

This was different though.

This Want wasn’t going to go away as easily.

Especially since it was actually something he’d been thinking about for several months now, ever since
he’d woken one morning and stumbled off to the bathroom for a whiz with the sheet still tangled around
his waist. Returning from the john, still half-asleep, sheet now slung over a slumped shoulder, he’d been
struck dumb by a sight that, though not new to him, was somehow made more momentous, (mind-numbing, breath-stealing), by the light of a full moon, which was clearly conspiring, with his self same
lover, to permanently and irrevocably mess with his already addled brain.

In the honeyed, phosphorescent light flooding in through the bedroom window, was a sight that would be
forever etched in his brain, forever burned into his retinas. (For a week, he could swear he still saw the
vague outline of it wherever he looked…)

The sight of Yuki’s exposed, perfect ass, glowing in the moonlight; pale, curved and as smooth as
alabaster…

He’d had the overwhelming urge to … to do something, but he was afraid he’d end up dead, or sitting
naked in the driveway.

Instead, he’d merely sat beside Yuki’s prone, naked body and stared.

He wanted to pet it, to run his hands over those delicious, soft curves. He’d wanted to explore, feeling sure
there were treasures there unclaimed. He wanted to taste…

But he only sat. And looked. And thought. And after an hour of sitting and looking and … thinking, he was
back in the bathroom. (It was the best twenty seconds of his life...)

And to think, he’d gotten the idea from Yuki himself…

Shuuichi was fairly certain that that little tid-bit, should he choose to share it at some later date, would in
no way amuse his prickly lover.

What was amusing, at least to Shuuichi, was that Yuki had somehow gotten it into that beautiful, arrogant
head of his, that his little lover, one Shuuichi Shindou, lead singer for the fabulously hot rock group, Bad
Luck, inspiration, along with Yuki himself, for dozens of X-rated (and wonderfully …um, inspirational)
doujinshi, (Shuuichi had a stack under their mattress right now…), that very same Shuuichi Shindou whom
he was always accusing of being stupid beyond belief, an “emotional idiot with the mental age of a fetus,”
(an aborted fetus, to be accurate), and a spastic and selfish lover, who in fact was, at times, any or all of
those things, but who was not, in fact, this one thing that Yuki just as firmly believed…

Shuuichi was not a heavy sleeper…

(Which, by the way, also made Shuuichi not quite as stupid – ‘beyond belief’ – as Yuki had thought.)

That night (early morning), almost a week ago, after a particularly…um, draining session, both had drifted
off to sleep where they’d fallen, too drugged by post-coital bliss to take the time to wipe away their shared
mess.

This, of course, was not unusual for Shuuichi who, as long as he didn’t smell (and he always checked!)
honestly didn’t even mind walking around covered in the evidence of their lovemaking. (He actually
thought it felt kind of sexy there under his clothes.)

Yuki, not surprisingly, felt otherwise. (The man bathed entirely too much, Shuuichi thought, but then all
that bathing, made Yuki smell and taste really wonderful and for that, he couldn’t complain…)

It must have really squicked him out royally, then, to have awakened and found himself covered in his own
come (and a fair amount of Shuuichi’s, too). Passing out the way he had meant he’d missed his
customary, post-sex shower. (Shuuichi had never seen anyone who went through so many towels in his
life…)

Just before dawn, he’d heard the telltale squeak of the hot water knob, a squeak he was now insanely
grateful Yuki had never thought to have repaired. Groping blindly for his lover’s big body through the
confusion of comforter and sheets, he’d registered the scenario (‘Yuki. Come. Shower. Clean freak…’),
then fallen back to sleep.

A moment later, having dozed off to a mental image of Yuki in the shower, bending down to slowly,
studiously wash his feet, Shuuichi, suddenly feeling unbearably hot despite his decided lack of clothing,
with that image dancing in his head, tantalizing his mind’s eye, and still, somehow, fast asleep,
unconsciously set the stage for what was to come.

In his sleep, Shuuichi found the edges of the sheet and comforter and flung them across the bed,
exposing his naked, flushed body to the room’s cool air.

And, incidentally, to his lover’s eyes…

In the next few minutes, his dream Yuki finished his shower and, finding his irresistible little Shuuichi
awaiting him in bed, Yuki, grateful for the blessed day his Shuuichi was born, fell prostrate to his knees in
worship. (The customary form of worship, in Shuuichi’s dream church, was, of course, a spirited,
protracted blowjob.)

And just as Dream Yuki was finding new methods of prayer with the tip of his talented tongue, Dream
Shuuichi found himself gasping for air…

…and suddenly wide awake to find Real Yuki, in point of fact, using that very talented tongue to pray, as
well.

He wanted to squeal in glee.

He wanted to sing Yuki’s praises to the heavens.

He wanted to find that cute little digital camera Hiro had given him for his birthday last year and record this
event for posterity. (Because who would have believed it?!)

Yuki, his Yuki, was giving him a blowjob! And it wasn’t even his birthday…

In point of fact, Yuki was not above using a little oral persuasion to get Shuuichi primed for sex, but it was
a rare (unknown?) occurrence that his lover gave him a blowjob simply for a blowjob’s sake.

And for that reason, with his brain firing on all mental cylinders, perhaps nourished by sleep and recent
pleasure, Shuuichi had the following epiphanies:

Yuki did not believe it was his “job” to dole out blowjobs. (That job belonged to Shuuichi.)

Yuki, it would seem in spite of this, was also pretty fucking good at blowjobs. (Not that Shuuichi had much
to compare it to since Yuki was his first, and only, lover.)

Yuki would not be interested in repeating this performance any time soon, because as already stated, it
was not his “job.”

Yuki was very likely only giving him a blowjob because he believed Shuuichi was asleep.

If Yuki knew Shuuichi was not asleep…

He. Would. Stop.

Not only that, he would for damn sure…

Never. Do. It. Again.

And so, performing a complicated mental maneuver that would have stunned the judges on Quiz de Pop!,
Shuuichi did, perhaps, the smartest thing he had ever done in his entire life.

He pretended to be asleep.

This was, of course, not an easy thing to do, because a moment later, Yuki got really inspired and there
were all sorts of interesting things going on down there.

Delivering a performance that would have earned him an Academy Award, if Academy Awards were given
out for dramatic renditions of Sleep performed under the extreme duress of sex, Shuuichi managed to
somehow control his breathing, control his hips (which wanted to spring right off the mattress), and keep
the verbiage down to a bare minimum (he suspected he often moaned his lover’s name in his sleep so
that doing so now would not arouse suspicion…), finally arriving at a wonderful – shit, mind-blowing,
climax, while still giving the impression of someone fast, though way happily, asleep.

[The crowd roars…]

“I’d like to thank the Academy for giving me this award, but most of all, I’d like to thank my lover, whose
name I’ve been forbidden to say on TV – but I think you all know who I mean – for giving me the
inspiration, and the motivation, for this performance…”

[The crowd roars. Bad Luck CDs and Yuki Eiri books fly off their respective shelves…]

When he’d recovered his mental faculties, about halfway through Yuki’s second shower, he had epiphany
#7:

While Shuuichi, it has already been established, was not particularly a heavy sleeper, his gorgeous,
diffident, altogether disarming lover, one Yuki Eiri, was.

Especially when he’d been pushing himself for a deadline…

He was known to conk out cold wherever he fell. And no amount of pinching or yelling could rouse him.
On more than one occasion, Shuuichi had been panicked enough to put a hand mirror in front of Yuki’s
face to check for signs of breathing…

So…

So that meant that if Shuuichi were ever going to get to …um, know certain parts of Yuki he had
heretofore been restricted from…the time to …do that would be, say, riiiiight after Yuki had met some sort
of deadline.

At this point, all sorts of moral bells and whistles should have been going off inside Shuuichi’s head, (and
in fact, they were, but at the moment, he couldn’t hear them above the thunderous roar of his blood
revving itself up inside his head before gathering itself together, en masse (all 4 quarts of it) to race
headlong towards his groin…); all he could think about was getting to do for Yuki some of the incredible
things Yuki had done for him.

More than anything, he wanted to prove to his lover that he was just as capable of making him that kind of
happy.

And if he got to be that kind of happy, too, …well, wasn’t that what love was all about?

~*~*~*~

tbc…
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