Yuki\'s Bed

Disclaimer- Not mine. No money has exchanged hands for this.

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Shuichi rolled over on the couch and stared at the front door mournfully.

He was waiting for Yuki to come home. He was waiting for the author to waltz in, ignore him, and head straight to the kitchen for a beer and a second cigarette.

He sighed and rolled onto his back again.

Yuki wasn\'t coming home tonight. Yuki was in New York, signing a deal for his latest novel to be translated into English and sold in America and the UK.

Yuki wouldn\'t actually be back for another three days.

The singer rolled back into his side and stared wistfully at the front door.

He really wanted Yuki home.

He sat up and wrapped his quilt around his shoulders, padding into the kitchen for some milk. It was quiet, the sort of quiet Yuki liked, where nothing dared disturb the still air.

He slowly drained the glass, staring out into the empty apartment.

Yuki wasn\'t here. He couldn\'t complain about Shuichi sleeping in the bedroom, curled up on sheets that would smell like Yuki.

He quietly made his way to Yuki\'s bedroom, careful not to disturb the man who wasn\'t there.

The bed was large, almost intimidating. He dropped his own comforter to the floor and crawled up the bed, sliding in between the sheets.

It was cool, but that was okay. Yuki was always cool at first, but he\'d always warm up eventually.

He inhaled deeply, taking the strong scent. Sandalwood, coffee, the distinctive smell of cigarettes that clung to the entire apartment, but more so to the bed and sheets, and something spicy that he didn\'t have a word for.

And more than that, he could smell the last time they had sex in here, two days ago.

He shivered and smiled slightly, tucking the blankets in around his neck. It had not been fevered and frantic like usual, that had come the next morning in the kitchen when Yuki was making breakfast. It had been gentle, almost loving, and very unlike Yuki.

Shuichi shivered again, but he wasn\'t cold. He was getting decidedly warm, laying here remembering the last time he had been with Yuki.

He was also not sleepy anymore.

With a slightly naughty grin, he pulled off his tank top and kicked off his boxer shorts, dropping both over the side of the bed before burying himself in the sheets.

He pulled the blanket over his head, cuddling up against the pillow. He could smell Yuki so much more now, surrounded by the scent of his lover.

He squirmed. The smell was having a somewhat predictable effect on him, he blushed slightly and shifted his legs, felt his erection tap against his stomach as he rolled onto his back.

It was probably a bad move if he had wanted his problem to just fade away. It was almost like a conditioning, Yuki would so often pin him on his back, legs in the air as he sucked on Shuichi; rare that that was; or, more often, drove him into the mattress.

He winced as the throbbing made itself more known. He was definitely getting harder, the moment he thought about the discomfort there was a sympathetic twitch of pleasure that just made it worse.

Yuki would yell if ever knew but... he didn\'t have to know. He\'d tell Yuki that he slept in the bed, then changed the sheets before he came home.

He really shouldn\'t. He knew he couldn\'t lie.

His hand curled itself around his throbbing erection. The pressure was a relief for a second, only to come back worse than ever.

He bit his lip, shifting his legs apart with no real conscious thought. He realised what he was doing, Yuki would call him wanton when he did that, but then he\'d kiss him again anyway.

He closed his eyes, letting his mind drift. He didn\'t move his hand, it had been a while since he had done this, had the choice to move at his own pace, it was kind of nice.

He thought of work for a second, of Hiro. Hiro had been the focus of his fantasies once or twice before he met Yuki, the brunette\'s large, dextrous hands... now he knew what he wanted them to do to him.

He liked older men. Older, larger men, who made him feel dominated and safe. He shivered at the thought, Hiro was beautiful but he was still... Hiro. The Best Friend.

His fingers lazily stroked up the vein and around the crown. Yuki had also taught him a bit patience, not charging straight to the main event.

He couldn\'t tell Yuki about his fantasies, the blonde would get offended and snippy. He smiled slightly; Yuki had the sexiest pout; it made him treasure every moment he had seen those lips wrapped around him.

Shuichi moaned and arched slightly into his fist, tightening his grip for just a moment before letting go again.

He couldn\'t tell Yuki about the other blonde that had featured in his thoughts once or twice. He was scared of K, but more than that... K was dominating and powerful.

Shuichi moaned again, eyes squeezed tightly shut. He stroked himself a little firmer, pushing up into his hand.

Pictures of the last nights before Yuki went flickered through his mind, mingling with his secret fantasies. Imagining how it would feel to be on his hands and knees, Yuki in his mouth and K slamming him from behind.

He tightened his grip, his body arching helplessly as he brought himself closer to completion. Flashes in his mind, K\'s strong arms and very firm looking butt, Hiro\'s dextrous hands and the leather pants that hid nothing.

Yuki\'s lips, wrapped around his cock, sucking him off.

With a startled gasp, Shuichi\'s eyes flew open and he came, muscles almost convulsively clenching as pleasure racked him.

He could feel the hot release on his stomach and chest, his hand falling from his slowly softening member as his body relaxed.

Tiredness rushed over him. He stuck his head out of the blankets, just a little, the cool air didn\'t make him feel awake, just let him breathe a little easier.

He should clean up, but he couldn\'t be bothered. He rolled onto his side, ignored the slick feeling on his skin, desperately missed the warm body curled behind him and the smell of cigarette smoke in his nose as Yuki smoked afterwards. He missed the warmth in him, even missed the feeling of Yuki sliding out of him and kicking him out into the lounge room, though that had happened less and less of late.

He curled up in the blankets and let himself sleep.