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On the Street of Dreams

Written by: chochowilliams

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or the characters from it.� I do not make any money from the writing of
this story.

Summary:�
AU.� What was supposed to be a
one-night stand, changes their lives forever.

Chapter summary:� It may only be a one night stand, but Shuichi
will treasure it forever.

Warning: shouta, angst, drama, romance, m-preg,
language, m/m, hentai, OC, OOC

Inserts:� --

A/N:�
Like my other stuff, this was out previously.� Hope you guys enjoy it.

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Chapter
4:� One Night with the Man in White

Eiri lifted the cowboy hat from the boy's head and
holding it over the back of the bench let it drop to the grassy knoll.� Moaning against the soft lips, he slid his
hand up Shuichi's neck and grabbed a fistful of his hair.� He ignored the startled gasp when he jerked
the boy's head back.� His other hand slid
between Shuichi's legs and cupped the throbbing heat between them.

Shuichi�s gasp turned into a long, throaty moan as his
hips thrust almost of their own volition into the hand that was cupping
him.� He slid his arms around the
writer's shoulders and opened his mouth as teeth nipped at his bottom lip,
silently asking for permission.� He
caressed the long, soft, wet object that snaked into his mouth with his tongue,
shivering at the sensation.� He let this
man explore his mouth, loving the feeling of his tongue as it brushed around
his mouth.

It started with a soft press and pull of lips, a
gentle nip of teeth and lap of tongue, but then as both men felt the strong
pull of lust that was making their arousals grow, they ate hungrily at one
another's mouth.� Shuichi felt jolts and
shivers travel through his body as the large hand squeezed his hardening dick.

��

Reluctantly, Eiri pulled away.� A thrill of satisfaction swept through him
when the singer moaned in disappointment.�
Panting and with his heart racing, the author got to his feet and pulled
Shuichi with him.� �C'mon, before I
forget myself and fuck you right here,� he growled.

Violet eyes, heavy lidded and veiled with unhidden
desire and lust fluttered open.� �You do
know I'm only sixteen,� Shuichi whispered huskily as he tried to bring himself
down from his lofty height.

�It's after midnight and I'm as horny as hell,� he
growled, tugging Shuichi behind him.� �I
really don't care.�

Shuichi licked his lips and allowed this strange man
to drag him down the bike path to the parking lot.� He had a flitting thought to let this guy
know that he was a Neutral, but let it go.�
He did not want to take the chance that his revelation might spoil the
mood.� He was hard as a rock, horny as
hell and he damn well was going to get laid.�
Besides, there was something about his writer, something Shuichi could
not put a finger on, something that tugged at something deep within him.

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Less than twenty minutes later, Shuichi found himself
making out with a stranger in an elevator car as it made its way to the top
floor of the hotel at an agonizingly slow pace.�

The writer had the singer up against the elevator wall
with his feet spread to keep himself and the fully aroused younger male who was
strapped around his waist from falling over.�

Shuichi's small fingers combed through the soft golden
locks.� Vaguely, he realized he lost his
hat somewhere along the way.

��

Eiri's hand roamed up and down Shuichi's sides under
the huge button up shirt.� He pressed his
too tight white slacks into Shuichi's swollen groin, rolling and flexing his
hips, which earned him more erotic cries from his young lover.� His lips pulled and licked at the swollen
ones.� When the mouth opened willingly,
almost pleadingly, Eiri attacked it.� He
sucked and lapped at the boy's mouth, nearly growling.� Shuichi was like a drug.� He could not get enough, could not delve deep
enough into the warm, wet cavern.

Distantly, they heard the ping, announcing they had
arrived on their floor.� Eiri walked out
of the elevator and down the hall with Shuichi still hanging onto him.� He groped the singer's behind with one hand
as the other gripped his neck.� Their
tongues wrestled.� Their lips and teeth abused
each other.

Reluctantly, Eiri broke away, panting, as he stopped
before the hotel room he reserved for the night.� Shuichi attacked his older lover's neck,
squeezing his legs around the man's waist.�
Eiri groaned, squeezing the boy's ass cheeks, arching himself into the
bulge poking into him.� Fumbling in the
pocket of his pants, Eiri pulled out the key card as Shuichi trailed kisses
along his jaw and neck.� Blindly, he
reached out and swiped the card in the slot, then turned the handle.� Renewing his conquest of the boy's mouth, he
walked into the room.� The card fell
unnoticed onto the floor.� He kicked the
door shut behind him and carried Shuichi towards the bed.

He dropped the boy onto the bed and stared down at him
ravenously while he tore his suit coat off.�
He dropped it to the floor, then tugged off his shirt, and tossed it
aside as well.

Shuichi pushed himself back onto the bed, licking his
lips, as he slid out of the over shirt and then the tight half shirt.� He watched the writer unbutton his white
slacks with a hungry gleam in his eyes.

Eiri pushed his pants down and stepped out of them,
flinging the hindering things across the room with his toe.� He knelt on the edge of the bed and stared at
his young lover with the same hungry, lustful glint on his face as the boy laid
back and undid his khakis.

Shuichi rose his butt off the bed and slid his pants,
along with his boxers, off.� He tossed
them over the side of the bed, not caring where they ended up.

��

Eiri licked his lips in anticipation as he gazed down
at the wonderful sight before him as Shuichi propped himself up on his elbows,
his knees bent and legs spread, displaying himself in all his fine glory.� He took in the slightly toned chest and flat
abs, the long slender legs and the engorged member standing at attention
between them.� His breath hitched at the
sight.

Shuichi stared at the drop-dead gorgeous male before
him.� His heart, which was beating a
rapid tattoo, matched his throbbing dick.�
He panted heavily as his gaze traveled down the slim, hairless body to
the large penis that was already weeping.�
His gaze traveled back up his body to the face that was hard and intense
with a look he had seen countless times before.�
A look that said, �You're mine.��
A look of confidence, of surety that he knew exactly how this night
would turn out.� A look that usually
scared Shuichi, but it was different this time.�
He could not explain it, but being with this guy, or the promise of
being with him, was not like anything he had ever experienced.� In a way, it scared him, but on the other
hand, he welcomed it eagerly.

Feeling the need to play the part of the enticing
vixen, Shuichi lay back on the bed and opened his legs wider.

Growling, Eiri dropped onto the bed and crawled up the
singer's body on hands and knees between the parted legs.� He felt suddenly like Moses in the parting of
the Reed Sea.�
He leaned down and feigned a kiss.

��

�Tease,� Shuichi whispered as Eiri pulled away.

Chuckling, Eiri attacked the boy's lips.� He sucked and probed his mouth and tweaked
his pert nipples.� Shuichi moaned into
Eiri's mouth and arched into the touch, as shivers jolted down his body.

That was the last straw for Eiri.� Just hearing this kid's moans, muffled cries
and feeling him shiver with need and lust underneath him was pushing him over
the edge.� He slid his body against
Shuichi's, pushing himself against him.�
Their throbbing erections tangled in an erotic dance.� Both men shivered, throwing their heads back
with a cry and thrusted their hips together again and again.

In a breathy voice, Shuichi whispered, �Do it!� God!�
Do it!�

With a growl, Eiri sat back on his knees and lifted
the boy�s narrow hips.� He pulled the boy
none too gently towards him.� Grabbing
his own throbbing, member, he set it against Shuichi's opening and with a flex
of his hips, rammed himself into his young lover until his balls slapped
against his behind.

Shuichi arched off the bed and threw his head back,
screaming as a jolt of pain raced like lightening up his spine.� He clawed at the quilt beneath him.� He clamped down around the large invader
inside of him.� Tears of pain trickled down
his face.

Eiri cried out, thrusting deeper into his lover in
response.� Panting heavily, he paused and
glanced down at the boy, watching as he shifted himself to get comfortable and
the pain receded.� �Are you okay?� he
panted heavily.

Shuichi nodded, panting, as he wrapped his legs around
Eiri's waist.� �Yes,� he said
breathlessly.

�Are you sure?�
I don't want to hurt you.��
Neither did he want to stop.� They
had come too far to turn back.� Maybe he
should have prepped the boy, but he was too impatient to do that.

�You won't,� Shuichi assured with a shake of his
head.� �Trust me.�

Wondering what Shuichi meant by that, he took him at
his word and pulled out slowly until the tip of him was barely inside.� He gazed fully in Shuichi's face, pinning him
to the mattress just as he was pinned to the bed.� Letting go of the tiny man's lithe hips, he
set his hands on the bed on either side of Shuichi's head, in a push-up motion
and thrust into him, causing his young lover to cry out.� He pushed himself inside as fast and hard as
he could.� Shuichi screamed but did not
tell him to stop so Eiri did not.� He
continued his thrusts, using his impatience and eagerness.� He buried himself deeper and deeper within
his lover; pushing himself in as far as he could go.� Soon, the room was filled with a rapidly
creaking bed, loud vocal cries and the sharp slap of flesh on flesh.

Unconsciously, Shuichi's hands grabbed his cock and
began pumping himself in time to his lover's frenzied thrusts.

Muscles tightened as warmth spread through both
males.� With one final thrust, Eiri
climaxed, releasing his seed as he buried himself deeply within his lithe lover
and let out a deep cry, echoed by another as legs tightened around his waist
and a white spray enveloped them both.

With a sigh, Shuichi dropped his legs onto the bed,
panting heavily.� He took great gulps of
air and tried to calm his rapidly beating heart.� He felt as if he had been de-boned.� His arms unable to support him, Eiri
collapsed onto the bed with a sigh, drenched in sweat and just out of breath as
his lover.� Closing his eyes, he smiled
to himself, allowing himself to bask in the afterglow.

Chuckling, Shuichi rolled over and draped his shaking,
sweaty body over the older male.� His
arms encircled the writer's head as he pressed their lips together.� Eiri opened his eyes as his arms encircled
Shuichi's waist.� Pulling away, Shuichi
gazed down tenderly at the writer.�
Something clicked into place the instant their eyes met.� In unison, they brought their lips
together.� Shuichi tilted his head and
opened his mouth without his lover having to ask.� Gently, with just a light press of lips, they
kissed.� Eiri's hand slipped up the boy's
slick back and cupped the nape of his neck, holding him against him.

Shuichi was not sure what had changed.� Their first time was fast and demanding.� As Eiri flipped them over, reigning soft
kisses down Shuichi's neck, the boy knew this time would be different and he
welcomed it.

He wished he could stay in this man's arms forever.

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When Shuichi woke the next morning, it was to a
throbbing ache between his legs and sore jaw muscles.� He hissed in pain as he sat up.� When the pain subsided, he sighed in relief.� Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he yawned
deeply and stretched.� Shaking his head,
he blinked his eyes wide and glanced around, taking in the hotel room for the
first time.

It was a decent sized room with a large bed, matching
nightstands, dresser and a two-seater table in front of a large window.� A narrow door behind the table Shuichi
guessed was a closet.� Directly across
from the bed was a door that was partially closed.� From what he could see, a small bathroom lay
behind it.

He glanced besides him with a smile.� It vanished when he realized he was
alone.� Sighing heavily, he flopped
backwards onto the mattress and stared up at the ceiling.� A heavy weight settled on his chest at the
thought of his lover up and disappearing in the middle of the night without
saying so much as a goodbye, but he had known this would happen.� Somewhere deep within his subconscious, he
had known this was only a one night only event.�
It still hurt though.

A smile crept onto his face and a laugh bubbled up
inside of him.� What was that saying?� It was better to have loved and lost then to
have never loved at all.� That certainly
applied right now.� Even if he never saw
that guy again, Shuichi knew he would never forget the one night of wonderful
passion.� Besides, he could not wait to
see the look on his dear old dad's face when he told the old fart where he had
been all night.

��

He glanced back at the empty spot besides him and
blinked, his smile slipping off a second time.�
Pushing himself up onto his elbows, he reached out and lifted a shinny
object lying on the pillow.� Sitting up
all the way, he held the object in his hand, studying it in confusion.� It was a ring, a solid silver band.

�What in the�?�

He blinked as a thought struck him.� Could this be�?

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At the corner, a tall man with blond hair looked back
at the hotel.� He was jostled by the
mid-morning rush.

He felt bad for up and leaving Shuichi like he had,
but he needed time to think and sort through things.� Things were moving too fast.� One minute, he was fawning over the boy and
the next he was making love to him.� It
seemed surreal, like it had all been a dream.�
Then there was that look he had seen on the singer's face.� Only in his fantasies had Eiri dreamed that
his crush would look at him like that.�
Shuichi had not even known Eiri existed before last night, but the kid
seemed to have developed some sort of feelings for him, or so he hoped.� It was possible, because Shuichi was so
young, that what the boy felt was not love, at least, not the same kind of love
that Eiri felt.� It could just be a
crush, or puppy love, not something that could blossom and bloom as the years
go by.

��

Nowadays, people change lovers like they do
underwear.� There was no such thing as
happily ever after and the thought that what Shuichi felt for him may fade and
die like flowers in the spring really hurt.�

As much as he loved Shuichi and wanted to be with him,
he was not sure he could take the pain of being rejected, not after his mother
dumped him and his siblings.� Therefore,
he had to think.� He had to separate
himself from the pink haired pop god and give them both time to breathe and
sort things out.�

He just hoped Shuichi did not hate him or think badly
of him for leaving as he had.� The last
thing he wanted was a one-night stand.�
He did not just want a warm body to fuck and he certainly hoped Shuichi
did not want that either.� It would break
Eiri's heart if that were the case.

��

Sighing, he ran his thumb over his middle finger
unconsciously.� When he felt no
resistance, he blinked and looked down at his left hand.� It took him a couple seconds for
comprehension to dawn.� The corner of his
lips tilted into the beginning of a smile.

�We will meet again,� he promised
as he glanced at the hotel one last time.�
Shoving his hands in his suit coat, he looked both ways and raced across
the street, vanishing into the thick crowd.

---TBC---

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