Kin no Shuichi

Kin no Shuichi

Written by:style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'>
Chochowilliams

Disclaimer:style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'> I do not
own Gravitationstyle='font-size:10.5pt'> or the characters from it.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  I do not make any money from the writing of
this story.

Summary:style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'>style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Things were good.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Or so Shuichi thought, but one mistake by
Eiri could throw everything they’ve worked so heard for out the window.

Chapter Summary:style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'>style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Eiri comes home to a sweet little surprise

Warning:style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'> M/M,
romance, angst, OOC-ness, language, Shuichi/Eiri, implied Eiri/oc, implied
Shuichi/oc

Insert:style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'> “honky tonk
badonkadonk” by Trace Atkins

A/N:style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'>style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Thank you to style='font-size:10.5pt'>fahaar, Acherona, 0928soubi at docomo.ne.jp style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'>for taking the extra five seconds to
review.

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style='font-size:10.5pt'>Chapter 3: That Sweet Lil’ Badonkadonk

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As soon as he emerged from
the elevator, he could hear it.  “What
the fuck?”  Heaving a disgusted sigh, Eiri
dug out his keys as he marched the short distance to the condo he shared with
his long time boyfriend.  Why Shuichi
could not listen to his music at a decent level was beyond him.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  The brat was only twenty-two but at this
rate, hearing loss was just around the corner. 
If the person besides you could hear every lyric emanating from your
ipod, the volume was too high.  This
concept apparently never made it through Shuichi’s thick skull.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Of course, that did not surprise Eiri.

Eiri pulled up short when the
door swung open just as he went to slip his key into the lock.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  A scowl crossed his face.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He growled. 
That damned brat!  He left the
door open!  He swore Shuichi would forget
his head if it wasn’t attached to his neck. 
But then again, it wasn’t like this was the first time and it wasn’t
likely to be the last.  There was always
the option of taking Shuichi’s key away, but that would only cause more
problems and would not solve the current problem of keeping the door
locked.  With a light sigh, Eiri stepped
into the condo and shut the door behind him, making sure to lock it.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  It always seemed to be one thing after
another.  He tossed his keys, wallet and
cellphone into the container sitting on the table by the front door.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Shrugging out of his jacket, he hung it up in
the closet and switched his shoes for his house slippers.

As he walked out of the foyer
and stepped around the corner, he stopped dead. 
There in the middle of the living room, dancing idiotically, albeit a
bit sensuously, around the coffee table and using his hair brush as a microphone
was Shuichi.  Other than the smallest,
tightest pair of shorts he had ever seen, his pink haired baka was covered in nothing but sweat that glistened across his
lithe, toned body.  The erotic sight had
Eiri’s pants feeling a little on the tight side.

But what the hell is he
listening to?

style='font-size:10.5pt'>…swing along

style='font-size:10.5pt'>Got it goin’ on

style='font-size:10.5pt'>Like Donkey Kong

style='font-size:10.5pt'>And whoo-wee

style='font-size:10.5pt'>Shut my mouth, slap your grandma

style='font-size:10.5pt'>There outta be a law

style='font-size:10.5pt'>Get the sheriff on the phone

style='font-size:10.5pt'>Lord have mercy, how’s she even get them britches on

style='font-size:10.5pt'>That honky tonk badonkadonk

“’Lord have mercy’ is right.”

Shuichi spun around with a
startled gasp, clasping his hands around his neck.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  The brush clattered to the floor.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  “Yuki!”

“Baka what are you doing?”

“…Uh…well…you see…”

Crossing the Great Room, Eiri
turned off the stereo and then turned to face a fiercely blushing Shuichi.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He raked his gaze lustfully down his singer’s
scantily clad body.  “And just what are
you wearing?”  Or not as the case may be.

“Huh?”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  Shuichi blinked blankly.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He gazed down at himself.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  “Aah!” 
He had completely forgotten that he was basically in what amounted to as
his underwear.  God, how
embarrassing!  Not that Eiri hasn’t seen
it all thousands of times by now, but still. 
“Oh, uhm, well…”  His face as red
as a tomato, Shuichi gazed up at his lover through lowered lashes.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  “Do you…like it?” he asked.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He twirled to give Eiri a better view.

Eiri let his gaze roam over
his lover.  His pants became that much
more snug.  “Come here,” he barked.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  His voice was thick and did not sound like
his own.  How can someone who seems so
innocent play the vixen and get him so horny?

Shuichi danced out of Eiri’s
reach, laughing, “Uh uh!”

“Damned brat,” Eiri growled.

Giggling, Shuichi shook his
head and continued to dance away from an advancing Eiri.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  His eyes flashed mischievously.

Not looking were he was
going, Shuichi tripped over the end table. 
With a yelp, he flailed his arms as he tumbled over backwards.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  He landed sprawled flat on his back.

Eiri took the opportunity to
pounce.

Shuichi’s squeals soon turned
to moans as he was tasted and teased and played with late into the evening.

---TBC---

A/N:style='mso-bidi-font-weight:normal'>style='mso-spacerun:yes'>  How was it? 
Short I know, but they all are. 
Don’t they make the sweetest couple?