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Dinner Party	By : rileycharlotte Category: Gravitation > General Views: 3713 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A couple of things bothered me on chapter two� one was that
I spelled chocolate moose wrong (chocolate mousse)� and the other was that
shu-chan was perhaps too perverted� I don�t know� I liked it that way, and I
guess it doesn�t matter� too late now� hmmm� well, in this chapter, shu-chan
gets what he deserves� everyone does� I think it�ll be the last chapter, but
who knows� all I know for sure is that ithe lhe lemon� and many many thank-you
dumplings (thank-you dumplings? How do they taste? They any good?) to the cool
kids who reviewed!!!

Okay� that�s all
the blabbity blabbing�. ready? This is it. Make sure your hands and arms remain
inside the car at all times, keep your head in an upright position and remain
seated until the ride comes to a complete stop. Thank you.

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The bathroom was actually pretty crumby for a five-star
French restaurant. The tan faux-marble finish was fading into a gray-brown, the
white plastic stalls were yellowed with age, and the sinks had become tarnished
and clouded on their metal bowls. It gave a funny feeling to Shuichi�s stomach
as he stood there, Yuki still clenching his wrist so firmly it was digging into
the skin.

Then out of nowhere, the blonde turned on him, bucking him
erratically against a mirror with his hips. Shuichi�s head hit the flat surface
with a resounding crack. He had nearly shaken himself of the smarting when his
lover, still grasping the thin wrist, pressed his lips into the singer�s, only
allowing a closed moment before tearing them apart with his tongue.

Yuki�s slick tongue fought to gain control, playing all the
moves it would normally have played when it wanted to slip Shuichi into a
vulnerable state. It slid across the inner linings of his cheeks, tapped the
roof of his mouth, and tinkered with the membranes at the bottom. Though the
boy put up a good fight, he succumbed to the techniques all too willingly and
let Yuki play him as the novelist always did.

They pushed their bodies closer, and Shuichi could sense the
heat pulsating off Yuki�s swollen cock. He�d really done a number on the poor
guy.

Submissively winding his fingers through the hair on the back
of Yuki�s neck, Shuichi let his mouth be ravaged while his torso received sleek
caresses through the fabric of the shirt and jacket. Then, just through just
the shirt.

After Yuki�s nimble fingers had popped there way through the
front line of buttons and the white shirt dangled carelessly off Shuichi�s
shoulders, he began to get the rather unsubtle hint that this was going to go
somewhere that wasn�t exactly appropriate for a public restroom.

Pushing Yuki away took some strength, but eventually, the
kiss was broken, and Shuichi was standing, half-naked with his hands clamped
and holding back Yuki�s shoulders.

�Here, Yuki?� the singer gasped.

�Why not? You�ve had your playtime. Let me have mine.�

Shuichi swallowed at that roaring lustful look in Yuki�s
eyes. He looked like a tiger ready to pounce on his prey.

Soon Shuichi found himself seated on the counter, his pants
peeled off down to his knees, with Yuki�s hands slipping playfully around the
waistband of his boxers, while the blonde lover�s lips fondled the skin of his
neck, an occasional tongue darting out to heal a worn patch of red. The
whimpering that escaped from his own free lips was more than enough
encouragement to Yuki to slide his hands lower into the fabric, giving an
experimental brush to the hardening shaft with a feather light fingertip.

The small zap that shot through his veins with electrical
power got Shuichi�s appetite roused up and wanting more.

Yuki complied with hands now implanted in his hair, slipping
off the damp shorts so they could join Shuichi�s pants and lowering his lips to
kiss the head of the erect member. The boy squirmed, threatening to buck up
into Yuki�s mouth, through his lips and teeth if he had to, but Yuki held him
down with a stern gaze and firm weight upon bare thighs.

�What do you want? Tell me what you want and�� Yuki had to
pause, his voice was so low and heavy with lust it got caught in his throat.
�Tell me now.�

�I�� Shuichi started and cringed as Yuki leaned back down and
ran his tongue down the length of the singer. �I want it� I want you��

�Tell me where you want me,� Yuki directed in that gentile
voice that shook you in deep ways until you almost wanted to cry.

�I� I want you� in me�� Shuichi�s face was contorted in
desire, as Yuki gave a small dip of his tongue underneath the cock and into the
back door.

�Back there?� Yuki pulled his tongue away, before it was
sucked into the gripping pit.

Shuichi could only nod. His helpless craving turned Yuki on
all the more, making him regret what he was about to do before he even did it.

Backing away, he left his lover seated on the bathroom
counter, the pink-haired man�s legs spread, his hands gripping nothing but air.
Grabbing a bottle of complimentary cucumber melon scented lotion off a shelf at
one end of the room, Yuki ducked into the largest stall and started closing the
door.

�Get over here and assist me if you want,
Shindou-san,� Yuki growled, unfastening his pants.

There was no way the kid would be able to make it alone. He
was too out of it, and even if he hadn�t been, there was the matter of his
pants bunched around his knees, making it difficult to walk. But, he tried.
Shuichi struggled to get down from the counter top, grasping the edges and
pulling his soft body, sticky with sweat, until it fell down from the shelf and
crumbled in a heap on the floor.

The cold tile on his cheek cleared the warm haze from his
mind and brought him a good view of the room from a roach�s point of view. Even
to one of those little bugs, it must have seemed a little dirty.

�Guess you didn�t want to help me out after all. You only
came to torture me,� Yuki�s voice rang up strong, over his lover�s strewn,
naked body.

Shuichi raised himself to a sitting position crying, �No�
well, yeah, I guess I kind of did just want to torture you� but not in a bad
way, just�� he looked into Yuki�s eyes, a new kind of courage brimming out of
them. �Do what ever you want with me.�

A smirk crept across Yuki�s face.

He snatched up Shuichi and flung him into the stall where he
had set the lotion. The novelist turned the singer so his back was to the door.
Shuichi gripped his fingers around the bars on either side of the stall walls,
and pressed his forehead to the back wall. Beneath him, he could see Yuki�s
reflection in the toilet water. The man had closed the door and was pouring
something from a bottle onto his hands. Shuichi gripped the bars tensely.

Yuki spread the creamy lotion down his lover�s back, pushing
with his weight until Shuichi was shaking. Down the tempting little rear he
slid his fingers, until he reached the thighs, which he stretched apart a
little, at the cost of a few moans, lost to Yuki for the pounding of blood in
his head.

Taking a bit more lotion on two fingers, he slipped up into
Shuichi�s hole, the taunt walls so learned by now, it was only minutes until he
pressed the magic button that made the singer live up to his career choice.

Frightened that Shuichi might come to soon; Yuki drew out his
fingers and squeezed the last bit of lotion from the bottle, coating his dick
thoroughly. Edging closer, the novelist placed his legs in front of Shuichi�s
rubbing his thick cock against supple flesh.

Shuichi whined an unknown pitch and Yuki gave in, entering
the cavities with enough pressure to make his knees buckle. Shuichi hung onto
the bars with a death grip, feeling his breath shorten with each blow, his
inner walls guiding the way to his prostate.

Once it was hit, all was up hill from there. Jolt after jolt
of pleasure toppled Shuichi into a sweat-drenched land where he could hardly
breath or think, Yuki was so close to him, the smell of him was overwhelming.
But it was so good.

Yuki could sense the boy shaking under his body, ready to
release. He snaked an arm from were it had been supporting him, up against the
wall, and stroked Shuichi�s shaft coaxing it to come. His own member was seized
by a similar fate, and he knew this was it; this was the last plunge before the
dam broke and the pleasure washed onto him. He took a last breath and�

The door to the restroom opened.

�Yuki-san, are you alright?� Ishihara�s voice could be heard
over the throbbing in his temples. His stomach went sour.

�YES!� Yuki shouted, giving the last thrust his all and
digging his nails into the boy as he blasted into Shuichi all thoughts melting
away, everything was suddenly made of golden light and all wisps of happiness
were made solid and real and perfect.

Shuichi felt it too, drenching him in a similar fountain of
unadulterated bliss.

The few minutes after an orgasm are always soft. Never did
the two lovers descend sharply from their peaks, there was always a starry-eyed
moment of twilight reflection before life was the way it always was, and the
world went on for better or worse.

Shuichi blinked his eyes open and found himself compressed
against the toilet seat, his limp dick dangling into the bowl. His hands had
let go of the bars, and were now flung on to the floor.

Letting his weight off of the singer, Yuki eased out and
stood up; his breathe still a little short. Shuichi lifted himself off the
toilet, wrapping a listless arm on Yuki�s waist to keep himself steady. Yuki
gave him a kiss on the lips and ran his fingers through the damp pink hair, as
a cheek came to rest on his chest.

�Consider us even?� Shuichi whispered his question,
comfortably.

�Yes,� Yuki replied.

�Yuki-san, I demand an explanation,� Ishihara rattled the
door to the stall.

Almost forgot about him.

Yuki opened the door, no longer caring about what the man
thought. He was just some rich old prick and if he was opposed to homosexual
relationships he could just�

The Ishihara who stood in front of the two lovers was not the
Ishihara they had fled from who had ended up beneath a table. This was a
swaying, disheveled man with eyes that wouldn�t look at the same point at the
same time.

Stunned silence filled the air.

�Um, Ishihara-san?� Shuichi tried. �Are you drunk?�

�Who says I�m not?� the man took a step forward, and lurched
as though hit by a club.

Shuichi burst out laughing, and Yuki had to plant a hand over
his lips to make him stop.

�What exactly happened, Ishihara-san?�

�Well� a table jumped up out of nowhere and then they gave me
something to calm me down� something goooooodddd�� he trailed off and spun
around in circles a little.

It even made Yuki chuckle a little under his breath.

�Well, Ishihara, it was nice to see you again,� Yuki
sidestepped the drunken president, holding Shuichi like a rag doll. �We�d
better go.�

Setting Shuichi down, Yuki pulled up the pink-haired man�s
pants, and zipped them back on, then located his shirt and jacket, letting the
man put these on while he fixed his own clothing back up.

Once both men were in decent condition and Shuichi had
stopped laughing at Ishihara who was now vomiting in a toilet (next stall over
thank God). They flushed the toilet, tossed the bottle of lotion, walked out
the door and went straight home.

Ishihara would call sometime around three wondering what had
happened and if Yuki had even been at the dinner that evening. He seemed to
remember nothing about the experience, just that he had drank a lot, and he heard
some kind of laughing. He figured they must have had a fun time and invited
Yuki to go out to dinner again and bring his assistant. The novelist politely
declined, saying he had other plans, involving leftover chocolate mousse.

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And that�s the end� yup� I
dunno� how�d you think it turned out? I liked it I guess� my entire leg is
asleep from my waist to my toes�.that sucks� well� I apologize for not getting
this up sooner, I�ve (ow! my leg! the pain, the insufferable HORROR! �
okay, my leg feels better now� ) been busy� I have this play that I
wrote for being put on next week� I�m also in the cast, so I�ve had a buncha
rehearsals� and then I have this MONSTER exam looming over me that I haven�t
studied for in months� AHHHHH!!! WHEN DOES IT END???? Anyway� that�s my excuse�
please review, let me know how you liked it� this was my�.oh�lemme see� *counts
on fingers�. Sixth lemon? That about right? It was my first gravi one� my
second fanficy one� and my� third guy/guy one? (well, maybe second� there was
this one lime that turned threesome that shall remain unmentioned� oops� guess
I already mentioned it now) hmm� but yeah� now I think I�ll go back to my
original stuff a while� until I get new inspiration (or my fifth gravi book
back you borrowing fiends! You know who you are; I don�t need to name names!)
that�s it� happy smut filled days to all and to all a good night! (actually,
it�s 4:47 in the afternoon� never mind that�) bye!
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